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kireiwoo · 4 years

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[9:02pm] # jeong yunho.

the bus stank of old alcohol and sweaty bodies, filled to the brim with passengers depressingly scrolling through their phones and counting the seconds until the vehicle would stop. your body was slouched onto one of the stained maroon seats, figure swaying with each jolt or bump of the cracked road. bodies squished against each other uncomfortably, the smell of rank breath and iron-pressed clothing catching your nose. but in spite of that, all you could smell predominantly was the male standing parallel to your sitting body. flowers and vanilla; a poetic way to describe the mixture of scents that was most likely lavender infused.

he stood adorning a thin, cream-coloured sweatshirt and black jean slacks rolled up at the cuff of his ankles. his hair was a mixture of strawberry blonde and light, fluffy brown—it felt like home. his aura radiated a sort of peacefulness that you couldn’t comprehend while shrouded under metal coverings and fogged windows. the only thing you couldn’t see was his face, but you suppose he looks comparable to an angel with the sort of aesthetic he tosses out so effortlessly. it was intimidating; with your scuffed lilac sweater and brown sweatpants, you looked the epitome of downgraded in his presence. but you couldn’t care less for comparison, just in awe at him.

his tall stature laid idly beside one of the poles, his hand holding onto the bar for stability. there was a pale, baby pink hankercheif under his large fingers, obscuring his palms and fingers from receiving any direct contact with germs. the tightening of his grip was warranted as the bus sped up and slowed down periodically, stopping at some moments to drop passengers off. one thing you gravely despised about public transportation was the fact that your neighbourhood was the last destination. but you couldn’t squabble for anything better; it was convenient for the drivers.

coincidentally, the bus driver had just arrived to the second-to-last destination, which meant that it was a beeline to your home finally. it also signified the fact that this giant man lived in your area as well—unless of course, he was riding the bus for nothing but enjoyment. you can’t blame him, some of the most beautiful adventures start without having a way to go. in any case, you were hopeful that it was the former prospect. if you mustered up the courage, maybe you could chat with him.

another thing you hated was the fact that the roads were always extremely bumpy on the way to your area. your body jumped from the seat at times, and it was freightening to feel the slabs of adrenaline lump onto your bloodstream from sheer exhilaration or fear. most times it was the latter. going on a tangent, you wonder if this hunk of a man has any feelings of reciprocation towards your shortened figure. you’ve been ogling at him for the past hour and a half and it’s definitive that he knows. he can’t be so oblivious as to not feel your burning stare on the back of his bleached locks.

you figured that you’d push away your inhibitions with a scroll through social media on your device, watching as your friends lived their romantic and cliche lives while you spent your days as an underpaid barista downtown. the bus drove over a particularly stumpy path, and the spike of excitement coursed through you, prompting your hands to outstretch in seek of the metal bar. you didn’t glance up, confident in your ability to detect the location. but your hands didn’t meet cold metal—rather something... soft? it was firm, pillowy and fit into your hand like a chunk of molded clay.

your eyes trailed up only to catch sight of your fingers incessantly kneading at the clothed flesh of your abrupt crush’s backside. lips producing a horrified shriek and eyes widened considerably, you retracted your hand with a scarceness of dignity. pure regret was written all over your countenance—probably alerting the male who was now staring at you with blushed cheeks and a soft smile. he thought you were cute, panicking over something that (to him) was so trivial. in fact, this was a pride-booster. was he so lucious and irresistible that a small stranger couldn’t help but grope him?

“i—i’m so sorry! i didn’t- you—i’m sorry!” you stumbled over your words profusely, clasping your tainted hands together while pleadingly peering at the male. in your dramatized but genuine haze, you took notice of his smooth, glowing features. he had the external appearance of a golden retriever; so plush and cuddly-looking that you regretted ever accidentally committing such a heinous act.

“hey, hey—it’s fine, you’re okay! i forgive you.” he giggled childishly, his eyes transforming into alluring crescents at the sheer force of his laugh. you found it endearing, the way his guffaws were so abnormally unique. one of his hands extended to the top of your head, hesitantly hovering over the locks before smoothly ruffling them to a tousled state. you couldn’t help but feel like a kindergartener being forgiven for a mistake, but it was nostalgic and gave the sense of comfort.

“what’s your name?” he asked, keeping his hand situated in your tangle of mussed hair. you tripped over your words at his ethereal appearance, offering a stuttered version of your name which he repeated like a mantra to familiarize. then he nodded as if reaching a conclusion, holding a hand out for you to grab after pulling his offending fingers away from their serene tug at your scalp. you accepted his grip, albeit confused, but a sharp gasp escaped your lips once he placed your hand on the handkerchief wrapped around the bar. you stood perplexed, nibbling at the skin of your bottom lip repeatedly. warmth encased your fingers, spreading to your arm and eventually to your cheeks—his hand was wrapped over yours.

“my name is yunho!” he smiled. you felt your heart rapidly beating in the confines of your chest, your fingers gripping the end of your lilac sweatshirt as you avoided his stare. but some subconscious part of yourself told you that maybe this wasn’t just a crazy accident. and when you looked over to see yunho staring at you so fondly despite knowing you for a solid two minutes, there was a bit of your mind that reprimanded you for ever feeling regret.

after all, there are no mistakes—only lessons and happy accidents. maybe yunho was the latter.

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juleswolverton-hyde · 5 years

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Lonely Paws

Genre: Smut, Cam boy AU, FWB AU, College/University AU

Pairing: Cam boy!Namjoon x Reader

Warning: sub!Namjoon, male masturbation, impregnation kink, Namjoon is bad at sex, pet play (wolf pup play... ah dinnae ken, is that a thing?), sweater paws, unrequited love, allusion to unsafe penetrative sex (ALWAYS do it safely, lads and lasses!), exhibitionism, voyeurism, mild swearing/cussing

Summary: When a wolf pup carrying around a heart that is only sometimes loved is left alone, fantasy provided by the owner belonging to another forms a great escape to being appreciated.

Masterlist

Relationships are easily influenced occurrences, sometimes even so much so it is hardly possible to ascribe a certain status to it. Break-ups made undone only to become a steady rhythm of separation and reunion between two people, friendships flowing over into romance after bravely asking for a date yet acting so much so the same it makes one wonder when the connection deepened.

As became the case on the edge of the bed one night three years ago, tipsy on wine and whiskey but likely having ended up there anyway with the same wish even without booze. The same trust required to put into another for scary though rememberable first experiences, something we were not able to put into anyone but each other.

Sighing praise for wanton whimpers after tasting soft lips scented with grapes as bodies collided over and over, Y/N became the first woman to ever truly get exclusive attention despite the plethora of girls at high school and currently at university. Only her digits are allowed to run through ashy chocolate locks, caress round cheeks intentionally or without cause, wander lower and lower to stir up emotional storms that hold no significant meaning to anyone but a wisened spirit.

A mere sex buddy.

But, fortunately, also something of a more important nature.

Her pet wolf.

Because beneath a learned consciousness studying philosophy mainly out of pure interest but also due to not knowing what else to do, goes a persona seeking refuge in the ability to please others over digital highways while having a certain steady direction in the shape of a gorgeous owner.

As is the case during one’s youth, many new experiences are explored mostly out of curiosity and sometimes simply for shits and giggles. Porn is a discovery which combines the sentiments, the former becoming more and more dominant after filming a personal pleasurable session while continuously muttering the name of the wonderful woman who has put a boy in love in the friendzone and eventually putting it online afterwards. The desire to get to know the sensual field grew even more after seeing the positive comments, finding a sense of accomplishment in them.

Acknowledgement.

Something that has never followed the sex with Y/N, who always returns to Jisung, a young producer she met on a holiday in Malaysia. Thus, the strangely deep yet shallow friendship repeatedly ascends and descends, acquiring and losing statuses.

Fortunately, howbeit perversely and sadly, a form of recognition came one day during the cleaning of the bedroom in the house shared with six other men with whom a brotherhood has been established. Save to say, none of them knows what their trusted companion does as a job on the side to make ends meet.

The pretty lady was cleaning under the bed when fingers traced out the fluffy shape of the recently acquired stone grey tail plug, which was gifted by a long-time viewer after proposing to try something new.

‘Uhm, Joon? What’s this?’ The toy in hand, the secret crush looked questionably at a mortified face caught in a war between Truth and Lie.

Choosing for the righteous side with a soft-spoken voice because it seemed the only way to save a precious unrequited love. ‘I- I can explain. Can we talk for a bit?’

And that is how the revelation of the weekly cam shows came to be, though the detail of doing it out of an urge to be seen as a lover was kept hidden and has been up till now.

‘So you do this as an extra source of income?’ This is all she was allowed to know. The truth, albeit the censored version. The familiar voice heard speaking in tones that should be preserved for the busy boyfriend yet were heard by a pup sounded questioning, although there was a weird preluding tone in it as well.

‘Y- Yes. I hope it doesn’t-’ The attempt at gaining an estimate of the damage the information would inflict upon the sturdy friendship was cut short by a paradoxically misplaced inquiry.

‘Who’s your biggest patron?’ A question that fully showed the identity of the strange emotion floating beneath the surface just a second earlier, hand clenching the freshly washed navy bedding as teeth gritted in curious animosity directed toward something unknown.

Or, rather, someone.

Jealousy.

Y/N had actually turned emerald in envious despair.

Which was incredibly out of place for the love of a man for a gorgeous best friend had been unrequited until then. Until the sun sets in the west. However, failing to see that among the sheets the reality is different, fierce protest came against the then deemed absurd demeanour. ‘Does it matter? Y/N, it’s not as if we- ah!’

Out of the blue and as fast as lightning, a familiar small palm held many times while mindlessly fucking or on the rare occasion of genuine lovemaking - at least it was sincere for one party - enveloped denim heated with shameful images of what could be done with the discovered toy. Especially when surrendered to the woman who inherently belonged to another. ‘Nobody claims my wolf for themselves.’

‘Y- Your wolf?’ A slight squeeze awakened the submissive persona within that always surfaces when similar circumstances occur, reducing a baritone voice to needy whining.

‘Yes, Joonie. Mine.’ A whimper fell from full stunned lips, paralyzed by the digits that had slipped past the rim of jeans and underwear to act upon the primal urges overtaking demeanour, enjoying the sensation of sinning soft skin encouraging release. A mischievous grin began to grow from the snarl on my new owner’s lovely face, continuing to contrastingly sweetly caress the right cheek before petting chocolate milk strands as the knot in the pit of the stomach kept building. ‘My beautiful honey wolf.’

‘Y- Yours.’ The acknowledgement was spoken in the broken manner which has always been a loved aspect of a boy in love and has never failed to make Y/N happy.

The priority of every pet.

Of every man loving their significant other.

To delight the person the heart belongs to.

‘What’s that?’ Regardless of having heard it clearly, the statement allowing the enchanting mistress to claim full possession of a wolf boy wanted to be heard again if only for personal satisfaction.

The knowledge to be better than the biggest sponsor.

Because she was there first.

Always had been.

Always will be.

‘I- I’m y- yours.’ It came out on a squeaky breath, the pooling heat below having grown painful and turned even more agonizing when being encouraged further. A kiss on the neck went paired with a careful lick, testing the waters to discover how much this alternative animalistic personality was truly liked despite every instinct urging to act and chase a release into blinding bliss. ‘Let m- me m- make you f- feel good.’

And it was liked. Very much so, judging by the firm grip on whimpering locks driven further to the edge by fingertips sneaking towards the most sensitive part and suggestive tone in the whisper that definitely changed the relationship. ‘Then put on your pretty tail, Joonie, and let’s see how good my wolf really can make me feel.’

Being driven too much to edge already, everything went blank when connecting unprotected after the swift disposal of clothes covering the lower body but not being allowed to recuperate before being forced into moving by the firm grip on the behind and thus left mewling in overstimulation.

However, it is the duty of a pet to satisfy its owner.

The duty of a wolf to satisfy its bitch.

So the warm orange afternoon carried on into lilac twilight, breathing laboured while trying to perform to the best of capability despite clumsy movements that at some point no longer were given feedback but gone along with and thin spurts of gratitude.

Luckily, the pretty owner did not seem to mind it just like the audience tuning in weekly to see a stuttering baby boy did not mind the transformation into a submissive wolf pup which is owned. In fact, it sparked encouraging perverse cooing alongside sincere comments about the innocent sweetness of the situation, praising loyalty and looks.

A bond that remains even when Y/N is absent, keeping up appearances of a normal friendship by readily agreeing to Jisung’s plan to go on a holiday together and thus basically forcing a pup to be left behind. Withal, the wonderful mistress has found a way to make her baby wolf remember who adopted it, who it should remain in service to despite a prolonged absence.

Everything is set up for tonight’s broadcast, the camera set up just at the right angle to capture any increase of sensual excitement illuminated by the few additional not too brightly shining ring lights kept out of the screen. The vague scent of peach hangs in the air among linen and figs, stemming from the liquid aid supporting the transformation from a man into a boy in unrequited love. Furry chocolate ears protrude from same-toned locks and match the fluffy tail gifted recently after visiting the hairdresser together to return from icy platinum to warm brown, quickly falling into sinful teasing - as has become a habit between us - whenever nobody was looking.

To complete the outfit or, rather, the lack of clothes, hands are buried in the oversized sleeves of the striped sweater that was also given as a present because I behaved so well.

No, not me.

The persona.

The pet within.

Indeed.

Because I behaved and even trained to become a better lovable cub though the clumsiness shall never fade, no matter how many hours are spent on endeavours to improve performance. Notwithstanding, as long as nothing is said to indicate evident dissatisfaction, perhaps the way we are is the best despite being stationary.

Clearing the throat a few times to naturally fall into the cute demeanour concealed beneath a wise exterior, fingertips already slightly tease sensitive skin after pulling up an innocent picture of the beautiful woman turned into more than a friend. Slowly, sanity loses itself over the coy smile holding out a fork with a bite of homemade matcha cake, liking it only if she has made it. However, Reason can be prevented from getting completely lost in sensual limbo by stopping all movements before it starts to feel too incredible and fancy conjures an imitating spirit.

A deep longing sigh escapes at the view on agitated desire, twitching with the need for more yet having to wait in unwanted refraining until tonight’s plan is put into motion. ‘Ok, here we go.’

For the last time, all equipment is checked as well as the connection to the streaming platform. All is well.

Time to begin.

‘H- Hey, everyone. I- It’s me, J- Joonie.’ As soon as the record button is pushed, the stuttering alternative personality who loves wearing oversized sweaters and knows only to obey in order to please takes over fully. ‘M- Mistress is a- away on a h- ho- holiday and I c- coul- couldn’t come with her.’

The first comments about what a shame it is and filled with wonder how Y/N, nicknamed Mistress for privacy reasons, could do such a thing start to flood the chat window. Seeing the pity makes a warm flush spread throughout that rises to caramel cheeks which are swiftly covered by a sweater paw as the other continues to hide the twitching longing beneath. ‘Th- Thank you for your k- kind words. I- It’s a- al- alright, though. My pre- pretty owner has l- left a m- me- message so I’ll re- remember who I belong t- to. It’ll b- be like she’s h- here.’

More viewer reactions, this time praising the adorable stutter and loyalty of a good wolf pup.

Appreciation.

Love.

All that the gorgeous best friend with benefits cannot fully give to the philosophical mind always walking on the sideline, close yet far away. Lies down on the other pillow in the two-person bed after ensuring the heart belonging to another is cherished despite not being owned outside of the agreed-upon relationship.

The lover is inherently and undeniably hers.

Both the man and the wolf.

I am Y/N’s.

‘L- Let’s have a l- look at wh- what Mistress sent.’ From the side, the silver iPhone protected by a transparent case decorated with pastel pink paw prints is retrieved and the messenger app opened, my beautiful owner’s last message being the video meant for tonight.

One hand is already firmly wrapped around hardened heated skin once the recording commences, trying to control the throbbing a little longer. Already sets a cheeky slow pace at the first second showing a beloved bare body of which every inch has been kissed, especially on the days when everything felt futile.

Speeding up a bit when interest is perked by a fuchsia and twilight purple wolf dildo and the alabaster mess between spread thighs.

‘Joonie~‘ Ears perk up at being called by a familiar beloved voice, breathing accelerating and curiously tilting chocolate milk locks in anticipation of what will follow. ‘You’ve made quite a mess, haven’t you?’

A fake memory replays itself, repeating the moment of placing a wolf’s gratitude inside Mistress after tethering on the edge without being allowed to fall as nails etched beautiful long carmine trails over honey skin to mark territory. She looked more gorgeous than ever among the pale blue sheets, so much more wonderful than a common bitch.

And the mere thought of seeing it again fuels the growing and slowly becoming painful heat between muscled legs.

‘I know you’re on your rut.’ Impatiently, the wanton hardened shape glides suggestively among the ivory sticky mess, wanting to act on primal desire again but also be a good pup and wait for consent. ‘And I wish I could be there to help you with it.’

‘B- But you a- are here, M- Mistress.’ The delirium already starts to take over fast as the pleasurable pace accelerates yet is not fast enough to completely lose control. The word would have to be given first for that to happen. A good pet waits and obeys, does not come undone before it is allowed. Nevertheless, that does not mean whimpering is not allowed. ‘Pl- Please, I wa- wanna fuck. Kn- Knot you.’

‘But let’s pretend I’m there with you.’

A familiar hand moves the artificial plaything, no, real heated sensual craving closer to where a thick unclear stream flows languidly to coat it in the fluid. ‘You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? Rutting against my leg all day. Fucking needy.’

‘Y- Yeah.’ It could not be helped because to a barely human mind Mistress looked incredibly alluring and smelled so sweetly of summer figs. And a fortunate oversized clumsy cub was allowed to indulge in the temptation. ‘You l- look so pr- pretty.’

Feeling impatiently brave, an attempt is made at a bodily connection without being given explicit consent. However, the start is quickly nullified and punished with a firm squeeze below that coaxes out a whine hanging somewhere between pain and delight. ‘Bad boy. Did I say you could put your thick throbbing cock in?’

Lips purse into a pout, ears flat against the scalp as a fluffy chocolate milk tail hangs low, speaking softly in apology. ‘N- No. S- Sorry, Mistress.’

‘So impatient.’ Again, all that is allowed is agonizingly teasing gliding among the mess already made, restraint becoming harder and harder to maintain. ‘Not even wanting to do foreplay.’

Slender fingertips move to the most sensitive part which is swollen in agitated red bordering on plum, reducing speech to simple-minded whining not very shy of wanton sobbing. ‘B- But you, ah, d- don’t like th- that. Al- Always, mhm, use j- just lube.’

‘Are you getting desperate, Joonie? Leaking?’ The mischievous palm moves away to give attention to parts left in neglect, a pleased smirk on the mouth kissed many times before in the way it wants. ‘Shit, look at those veins, how thick you are. You’re a big boy.’

‘Y- Yes!’ The mere sliding continues, edging a gradually fleeting soul further to the edge of ignorant bliss. Henceforth, only simply repeating is practically all that is possible in the way of talking. ‘I- I’m a b- big boy.’

‘We’ll use your cum as lube, Joonie. Now- What a shame.’

Nonetheless, consciousness is kicked off into the abyss anyway.

A disappointed sigh obviously stresses the severity of the made mistake. ‘You really can’t behave, can you? Bad boy.’

Luckily, a floating mind can come down rapidly enough to offer sincere apologies for the misbehaviour, trying to nuzzle the neck to strengthen the show of remorse but being denied to do so. ‘I- I’m sorry, Mistress. I di- didn’t, n- no, w- w- wait! I- I’m sen- sensitive. P- Please. G- Give me a- a- ah!’

A novel assault on the part which is the utmost susceptible to touch quickens breathing to short shallow breaths, nerves being forced into overdrive by the hurtful overload of contact. ‘I thought you’d be better than this, but it appears I have to teach you manners again.’ A thumb presses hard against the angry reddened skin, tail swishing in sensual panic. ‘I don’t care if you can’t handle it, you’re going to put your dick inside me and keep going until your knot makes my stomach bulge with cum. So, be a good wolf and... and- fuck, Namjoon~’

Accepting the punishment like a good pet, ignoring the pain of overstimulated nerves, the bodily spell is established again after being helped in lining up. Clearly to the delight of my pretty owner, who hums in breathless satisfaction. ‘Fuck, I’m clenching your hard thick cock. Feel your knot already forming, pressing against my pussy.’

The connection is exploited as much as possible, reaching the point of utmost hypnosis when seeing the lewd outline of sensual craving create a little bump in a soft stomach. And that could become so much more if the wishes caused by the rut are seen to fruition, but only if Mistress wants them to be as well, of course. ‘Wa- Wanna give you p- pups, em- empty inside.’

To worsen the chastisement and please the gorgeous woman beneath, hips snap at a rapid pace in the chase to a second shot of white ignorance. Tail high and swishing back and forth in sexual agitated delight, fluffy chocolate brownie ears perk up to zone in on the background noise accompanied by the symphony of skin on skin and barely audible praise mingled with gasps while expanding the mess already made. ‘Listen to that. How slick my pussy is with your thick cum inside. You’ll definitely make me pregnant.’

‘Y- You’d look even pr- prettier ca- carrying our children.’ The mere image of creating our own little pack drives the frenzy for release, imaging Y/N’s stomach rounded and beautiful breasts swollen with milk for our cubs. Finally, we would have something to proudly call our own. ‘I- I love you, lo- love you so so much.’

Determined irises suppressing the equal desperation for blissful blinding make contact, nails digging into the back of the neck and the pain adding to the pleasure of being the sole one for a gorgeous woman. For my pretty owner. ‘You gonna knot me again, Joonie? Make me your bitch, your only bitch?’

The rapid sweeping of the full tail signals being incredibly close to the long-chased climax, a wonderful state of being only the marvellous woman beneath can push her pet to. ‘Yes. Yes, yes! Y- You’re my, um, hmm, o- only bitch. The only, ah, o- one I wa- want.’

The only one I want to bring me to this point.

The only one I feel safe with.

Only her.

‘Oh my God, oh my God! Joonie! Shit, it’s so big.’ Familiar locks throw themselves into the pillow as a wolf’s gratitude slides in, laughing breathlessly in a moment of selfish pride, ears perked up. After all, a cocoa and honey wolf is the sole being which is allowed to do this, to be more of a lover than Jisung.

Make Mistress’s belly swell with cubs.

‘God! Yeah, stretch me open, big boy. Mmm, good pup. Love your cum flowing out of my pussy, the way you make my stomach bulge. Shit~ I love your wolf cock.’

‘Y- Yours. I- I’m yours. Only y- yours.’ Teeth bite down on the bottom lip, the barely aware mind utterly mesmerized by the show of pleased satisfaction. ‘You l- look perfect, M- Mistress.’

For a few seconds, the world slowly begins to turn as breath is regained and composure restored. Happy giggles fill the silence, soft caresses gliding over muscled arms in the aftermath and soothing the impact of the spell when it is nullified.

‘Fuck, look at how open you fucked me.’ Gaze wanders downward, humming bordering on whimpering at the sight. Richly and languidly, a thick alabaster stream flows between thighs, increasing the arousing mess between them.

A finger hooks beneath the chin, forcing a lock of gazes. ‘You’ll solely do this to me, understood? As soon as I’m back from my holiday, you’ll actually use me again as your bitch for the remainder of your rut and the ones to come. Do I make myself clear?’

The view causes a loss for words so that frantic nodding will have to substitute the strength of a promise that cannot be formed vocally. ‘Y- Yes, Mistress.’

The mirage fades away with the dawning realization there are comments on the screen, cooing at the fantasy of a lonesome pup which has its paws covered in a sensual mess.

‘R- Right, she isn’t h- here. Heh, how st- stupid of m- me.’ Voice reduces to whimpering, feeling the torn open gap that will not be filled. Left behind in the heart forevermore, even as a farewell is said to viewers sitting distantly behind a screen. ‘I m- miss her. But sh- she’ll be back. M- Mistress always c- comes back. Thank you f- for your kind w- words and keeping m- me company. Paw kissies from Joonie! Bye bye!’

But it is all just a fantasy.

The camera is turned off.

Just like the belief I shall ever be Y/N’s.

Fully.

Exclusively.

A pillow shielding a deepthroat cup is placed between muscled thighs.

And the preferred method of slightly healing the wounded part of a philosophical mind very easily twisted into a simple animal is given into.

The self-made noise mingling with the lewd sucking takes away the meaning of the burning tears streaming down.

Because all we have is this unrequited cruelty.

A wolf pup and its owner.

The truth untold.

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sansaurora9904 · 4 years

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Chapter IV

San has never run this fast his whole life.

He can feel Wooyoung's breath shorten, his temperature dropping quickly.

San runs faster, going over the pack's border and yipping for help. He stops and sets Wooyoung down gently, he shifts back into his human form and picks up the freezing Omega. Hongjoong opens the door and San walks in going upstairs to his room, he kicks the door open and walks in setting the Omega onto the warm bed, he grabs as many blankets as he can and puts them over Wooyoung.

"You'll be okay Youngie."

San notices the door is closed and he mentally thanks Hongjoong for being so kind and understanding. He sits down on the bed and stays close to the shivering wolf, he places Wooyoung's head on his lap and kisses his head softly.

"You're safe Youngie. No one can harm you now." San watches as Wooyoung's body relaxes completely, the Omega stopped shivering a little and his breathing is more calm down.

San lays down and pulls the blankets even more over them, he rests his head on the pillow and closes his eyes, sleeping finally catching up to him as his mate sleeps next to him.

After San walked in his room carrying Wooyoung, Hongjoong closes the door and walks to his and Seonghwa's room. The 3 month pregnant male waddles a little to their bed and sits down, body shivering a little.

Seonghwa feels his mates discomfort and quickly rushes to their room."Joong baby?"

"I'm okay Hwa." Hongjoong replies.

Seonghwa nods and walks to him, sitting down next to him and pulling him close. Hongjoong rests his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes feeling Seonghwa rests his head on his.

"Hwa."

Seonghwa looks at him and sees Hongjoong staring at him with wide eyes, his mouth formed into a small pout and his thighs squeezing.

Seonghwa takes the hint and lays down the white-haired male on his back gently, he gently kissed his cheek softly and proceedes to take off their clothes slowly and tosses them on the floor.

Hongjoong spreads his legs wide as much as he can and watches as Seonghwa grabs a pillow and places it underneath him under his back, raising his lower half and legs up.

"Feeling comfortable love?" Seonghwa asks softly.

Hongjoong nods softly, shifting his body and spreading his legs as much as he can. Seonghwa leaves small, wet kisses on his inner thighs, marking the skin softly and tracing the milky flesh.

Hongjoong twitches at the touch and moans softly, small whimpers leaving his mouth as his body naturally produces the slick from his arousal.

"A-Alpha please-" Seonghwa looks up from between his legs and leans up, leaving kisses on the skin around his neck and throat."Soon baby, soon."

Hongjoong nods and whimpers again, hips bucking up into Alpha above him. Seonghwa decides that the Omega has been teased enough and pulls away, grabbing the small bottle of lube and pouring it on his length.

He grabs his hands and rests them above the Omegas head. Seonghwa slowly slides his length into Omegas needy hole, he groans at the warmth of Hongjoong's walls around his cock and bucks his up a little, watching as the Omega releases soft moans.

"A-Alpha need your k-knot." Seonghwa coos at his Omega and kisses his forehead softly, thrusting slowly and kissing the skin softly.

"You'll get it baby, you'll get my knot. Gonna pump you full of my seed. Wanna see your belly filled up with my cum. Gonna put another pup in you."

"P-please Alpha. Put another pup in me."

"That I will baby."

Seonghwa grips his hips, but not too tightly to injure the unborn pup. He speeds up his thrusts and noses along the Omegas scent gland.

He leaves a kiss there and pulls away, he sits up on his knees and watches his cock slide out of the Omegas hole, slick pouring and creating a sticky mess on Hongjoong's thighs.

He looks up slightly and sees the outline of his cock on the Omegas stomach. Hongjoong lifts his head up and sees the Alphas bulge in his stomach.

"A-Alpha."

"Soon baby."

Seonghwa feels his knot forming and speeds up his thrusts. Hongjoong's walls tighten around his length and he groans lowly, watching as the Omega comes and sprays their chest with cum. He thrusts a few times, gripping the soft skin and coming inside his Omega, his knot catching the rim and snuggly fitting in.

"So full Alpha." Hongjoong whines softly, whimpers leaving his mouth as the Alphas cum fills him up.

"You're carrying my pup baby." Seonghwa leans down and captures his lips into a sweet kiss. Hongjoong purrs softly and returns the kiss pulling his Alpha close and biting his bottom lip softly.

He leans down and noses along his scent gland, biting gently and licking the skin softly.

"You smell so much like me now baby."

"As I should be."

Seonghwa chuckles and pecks his cheek softly. He wraps his arms around the Omegas small frame and lays them down on their sides before removing the pillow and setting it behind Hongjoong's head so he can rest his head on it.

"Rest baby." Hongjoong chuckles and rests his head on the soft pillow, closing his eyes and enjoying the affection from his mate. Seonghwa kisses the crown of his head and strokes his cheek softly, watching his mate purr from the affection. He smells the air, his rosemary and Hongjoong's strawberry scents mixing together, his however is more present from the love making.

Hongjoong turns on his side and rests his head on Seonghwa's chest, closing his eyes and resting comfortably. He soon falls asleep to Alphas calming breathing and scent. Seonghwa pulls the covers over them and kisses his mark softly, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes letting sleep fall over him.

(¿-¿)

Wooyoung wakes up with his heart beating fast and panic on his veins. He looks around and than spots the blond male laying next to him, lips parted and chest going up and down slowly indicating that the Alpha is still sleeping.

Orchid wraps up his senses and his wolf howls a little, enjoying the calming and sweet scent.

Wooyoung moves closer to the blond-haired male and rests his head on his chest, snuggling closer when the Alpha pulls him close.

"Young-ah." Wooyoung looks up from his chest and locks gazes with San's amber eyes. The Alpha is looking at him with the same gentle smile and stare just like when they met for the first time.

"Sannie." Wooyoung breaks down into tears, his emotions a mess as the Alpha pulls him closer to his body and kisses his forehead softly.

"I got you baby. I got you pup." San rests his head on Omegas and kisses his forehead, temples, nose and cheeks softly.

"Y-You didn't come that d-"

San cuts him off and pulls him impossibly closer, kissing his head softly."I know baby, I know. I'll explain everything to you later. Okay?" Wooyoung looks at him with shiny eyes and nods.

San nods and strokes his hair softly."Are you hungry baby?" Wooyoung looks at him with a pout and nods.

San nods and gently gets up from the bed, he carries the Omega to the bathroom and sets him down gently, explaining how to use the controls and that he can use whatever shampoo or body wash he wants.

With a small nod from Wooyoung, San walks out of the bathroom giving the Omega privacy and goes to his closet pulling out the undergarments, fluffy purple sweater, sweatpants and fluffy socks. He walks into the bathroom again and sets the clothes on the counter. He hears the shower stop running and closes his eyes.

He can hear Wooyoung walking around him, drying himself off and putting the comfy clothes on.

"Sannie, you can open your eyes now."

San opens his eyes and sees that the Omegas silver hair is still wet so he grabs a dry towel and gently starts to dry the silver locks. Wooyoung lets him and purrs happily, his Omega howling in happiness and joy.

Once San is finished, he sets the towel back to let it dry and grabs a hair dryer from a cabinet and starts to actually dry his hair. He runs his fingers through the silver locks once dried and sets the hair dryer back, grabbing a hair brush and brushing the Omegas hair.

San smiles at Wooyoung's purrs and continues to do it. Once done he sets the brush back down and styles the Omegas hair similarly to his hairstyle.

"There. All good now baby?" Wooyoung nods.

San takes his hand gently and leads him out of his room, walk down the stairs and explaining where everything is.

They walk into the kitchen, hand in hand, where the rest of the pack is minus Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Sooyoung, Soojin, Soomin and Byeol.

"Where are the rest?" San asks Yunho.

"Hwa and Joong are still in their room after their little, ahm, activity. Min and Yeol are babysitting the twins in their room." Yunho replies to San.

San nods and walks to the kitchen island, sitting down on the high stool and pulling the Omega onto his lap. Wooyoung lets him and makes himself comfortable, he jumps a little when San wraps his arms around his waist and rests them gently on his hips. San taps his waist a few times in apology and pecks his head softly as well.

Yunho sets a large plate filled with cooked meat, rice and some kimchi. Wooyoung looks at the Beta confused. There's no way in hell he could finish all of this by himself.

Yunho notices his stare and chuckles, patting his head softly."Eat as much as you want. San will finish the rest."

Wooyoung turns his head around and looks at San with a raised eyebrow. San looks at him and chuckles, pecking his cheek and temple softly."Eat baby. I'll finish the rest." Wooyoung pouts a little and nods, grabbing his spoon and eating the rice.

While the Omega eats, Seonghwa and Hongjoong finally come down. The Alpha gently helping his Omega walk down the stairs with his 3 month old baby bump in the way. They walk into the kitchen and everyone bows their heads down in respect.

The eating Omega doesn't notice and continues to eat, happy and safe in San's arms as he eats his food.

Seonghwa chuckles and lets Hongjoong sit down, the Omega sighing in comfort and swinging his legs a little. Seonghwa grabs a plate for his mate and places a apple, bananas cut into small squares, strawberries and some blueberries. He sets the plate in front of his mate and kisses his temple softly.

"Woo baby." Wooyoung raises his head up and looks at San with a confused look.

"Do you want me to introduce everyone to you? That is if you want me to. I won't force you."

Wooyoung looks at everyone and nods.

San nods and looks towards the two leaders."The white haired is Hongjoong, he's a Omega and our Luna. His mate is Seonghwa," Wooyoung looks at the two mates who are happily watching him with fond gazes."Hwa is a Alpha and our Head Alpha. They're the leaders of Serenity Pack."

San looks at him and Wooyoung nods, confirming that he understood.

"Next to them are Jongho and Yeosang. Jongho is a Alpha and our strongest pack member and fighter, he's also the youngest. His mate is Yeosang who's also a Omega like you and Joong." Wooyoung takes a glance at the two and notices the size difference.

The two stand at a similar height but Yeosang seems shorter than Jongho. While Jongho is taller, broader and bigger, Yeosang is small, not too short with a soft feminine look. He also noticed that's the same case for Hongjoong and Seonghwa as well.

He turns his gaze to Yunho and waits for San to explain.

"Yunho is our only Beta and the tallest too. He's mated to Mingi," San points to the red haired make next to him."he's a Alpha and second in command."

Just as San finished his sentence two females carrying two children in their arms walk into the kitchen. The white-haired female sets the two children in their respective chairs next to Hongjoong.

San notices the confusion on Wooyoung's face and take his hand gently, squeezing his hand softly and stroking his knuckles.

"That's Soomin, Byeol, Sooyoung and Soojin. Soomin is a Alpha, she's a older sister to me and younger twin sister to Seonghwa," San makes sure Wooyoung understands and continues.

"Byeol is a Omega, she's the younger sister of Hongjoong. The two are mates as well. As for Sooyoung and Soomin, well, it's self-explanatory as to who their parents are."

Wooyoung scans the two children and takes a quick note that the two wolfs look exactly like mini Hongjoong and mini Seonghwa.

"Oh."

Everyone chuckles and San pecks his cheek softly.

"Okay since the introductions are done, you need to know the rules. They're pretty simple but it would be easier if Seonghwa explains them since he created them."

The rest of the pack get up from their stools and set their dishes in one box and walk away. Yunho takes the box and sets it on the kitchen counter, Mingi comes next to his mate and helps him with washing. Hongjoong turns his attention to the children and keeps them distracted.

Seonghwa goes around the counter and sits down next to the couple.

"Okay, they're pretty easy to follow. Don't worry though, there are no punishments unless they're needed."

"The only punishment you get is Hongjoong or Seonghwa, sometimes both, lecturing you. Like a mom and dad thing since they're the parents of our pack." San says behind him and Wooyoung nods.

Seonghwa gently smacks San's head and turns his gaze to Wooyoung and places a gentle hand on his hand.

"Rule 1: No disrespecting other wolfs ranks; we don't care if you're a Alpha and rude to others. You're kicked out and banished out of the pack.

Rule 2: Only true mates can mate. There is no Omega or Beta slavery here. This is because of Alphas who can't keep their dicks in their pants.

Rule 3: No disrespecting the Head Alpha, your Luna or your pack mates. You'll be banished and kicked out instantly.

Lastly, rule 4: Freedom. Everyone has their own freedom to do as they want but do not cross the unnecessary lines. You'll be an outcast and a rogue."

Seonghwa watches as the gears turn in Wooyoung's head, the Omega taking all of the information silently. After a bit Wooyoung locks his gaze with Seonghwa's and nods.

"Okay." Seonghwa smiles softly and kisses the Omegas forehead softly.

"If you have any problems such as heat, thoughts, bullying, you can talk to any of us. However with heat, you can talk to San, Hongjoong and Yeosang about it. San is your Alpha and he needs to know about it. Okay? If you haven't experienced it fully you can ask Yeo and Joong."

Wooyoung nods and Seonghwa gives him another kiss on the forehead and gets up, walking over to Hongjoong and the twins.

Wooyoung turns his body around and looks at San."Is that allowed? Kissing someone else when you're mated?"

San looks at him and chuckles."It's completely platonic don't worry. Hwa and Joong do it to all of us. It's just their parental instincts kicking in. We honestly don't mind."

Wooyoung nods. San pecks his forehead softly and gives the plate to Yunho who's still washing the dishes. San tugs at his hand gently and pulls him up, Wooyoung lets him and follows him, letting the older male drag him back to his room.

Wooyoung than remembers Seonghwa's words back in the kitchen.

"San is your Alpha and he needs to know about it."

Wooyoung blushes at the thought.

My Alpha?

He looks at San and smiles softly as they enter his — no, their —room.

My Alpha indeed.

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#ateez #seonghwa #hongjoong #san #wooyoung #jongho #yeosang #mingi #yunho #soomin #byeol #sooyoung #soojin #chapter 4

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vminity21 · 5 years

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Amber | jhs

Pairing: barista!Hoseok x nurse!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: fluff, soft, aesthetic

Summary: When a local coffee barista catches your eye, it’s hard to let it go, especially when he turns up in your dreams, causing you to wonder if there will ever be a chance in getting to know him.

There’s a distinct familiarity in the air, one of flawless breezes and thrilly jingles from a bell hung upon the door to your favorite coffee shop that is nestled downtown in the center of your city. The strong aroma of freshly brewed liquid warms you just enough to where your arms wrap around your frame- the loose hems of your cashmere sweater cuddle the majority of your palms while the sensation of your purse settles along your thigh. It’s been a while since you’ve been here, and with the usual crave of your preferred drink, it’s only fitting, especially with the way the deep shades of red mingle with dim, orange hues which enlighten the reminder that autumn has finally arrived.

Glittery leaves decorate the railings within the building matching the colors of the signs promoting the return of the infamous pumpkin spice latte- one you have tried many times, yet you can’t seem to completely veer away from your steaming mug of lemon tea. It’s always been made at its best, and it serves the swarming memories of long nights after work when your relative would fix you a cup every night to help calm you after an eventful day of securing medicine at a nursing home.

Raking cold fingers through your hair, you take your place in line, nearing the counter before the frilly, brown tendrils of a male seem to catch you by surprise. His pink lips are already settled into a grin while he takes the card payment from the person in front of you embellishing small dimples that add to the glimmering brown in his almond eyes. Your heart seems to react almost immediately prompting heat to rush to your rosy cheeks sparking small shivers to curse your fingertips.

His digits tap at the keys rapidly before his eyes greet yours with the same kind smile he shares to others, “Good morning, what can I get for you today?”

You’re too stunned for words to form fast enough, stuttering the order you usually never struggle to say, “I- erm, lemon tea, please. For here,” your eyes instinctively fall to your fumbling hands unzipping your bag in goal of grabbing your wallet. Once cash is gripped between your quivering fingers, your timorous stare catches the bold letters adorning his nametag before feeling the swift brush of his touch gathering the change from you.

“Coming right up!”

The incredible amount of consciousness it takes to not trip over your feet on the tread to find a table baffles you prompting a quiet giggle to yourself, yet the budding attraction to the employee doesn’t disappear in an instant. Rather, you suppress the thought just enough to focus on the skidding chair before comfortably settling in the favored corner adjacent to the large window revealing a pleasant blanket of gray clouds hovering the evidence of rain. Something about panging droplets upon a roof has always brought serenity in times you’ve needed it most; days can seem shorter especially when dealing with humanity, and since today happens to be a rare day off- you will enjoy every minute if possible.

Hands now folded beneath your chin, you get lost in the view outside- sauntering pedestrians preparing their umbrellas with the occasional swaying maple leaves captured by the wind to press their stems along the cement before being retaken to fly elsewhere. And let’s not forget the extra fabric swaddling frames now with the expectation of the weather cooling- nothing seems to beat your favorite season- the quiet facade it brings to your soul, or the assemblage of colors that define the entire fall as a whole.

The distraction is nearly exhilarating that you jump almost immediately when a tall shadow enters your peripherals, “Your lemon tea, ma’am.” He must not have caught your wide-eyed gaze for the gentle clink of the plate holding the steaming mug of your order now rests before you.

“Th-thank you, Sir,” peaking at his name tag once again, you grin up at him, “Hoseok,” he bows at your words, smiling from ear to ear just to flash a beautiful set of teeth, his hair slightly falling into his eyes, and here you are swearing inwardly that he is the most beautiful encounter you have ever witnessed. Though frequenting this place, you have never seen him until now, which sparks the question on whether he is new to solely the store, or to this town in general. Hoseok returns to the registers faster than you realize, eyes still lingering just for you to avert your gape to your tea- curling your fingers around the glass to warm them.

You’re a quarter of the way finished with your drink when you lose track of time, sighing softly, you wonder what your friend Sofia and her boyfriend, Taehyung have been up to as of late, wishing you could free more time enough to visit. Last you heard, Taehyung proposed, and Sofia has been planning their big day ever since. You don’t expect it, the dispersing of your thoughts when you notice the uniformed individual that has gained your attention the minute you stepped into this building, to swiftly move to a spot far enough away to where you can safely observe him.

His stare remains glued to his phone, a jacket folded over his arm- he seems highly concentrated on whoever he’s texting, yet all you can do is focus on how handsome he is. You want to speak to him considering the possibility he may be on break, but piling enough courage to do so is a tad intimidating, and you are definitely unaware by the length of time your gaze has remained on Hoseok, that he glimpses above his phone screen, your heart skipping from being caught just to drop your lids to the now empty mug cradled in your hands. GAH, the scold your brain is rampaging is enough to make you want to wince, telling yourself numerously that you need to be more careful.

The travel home seems faster than usual, but with the greeting of Bram, your Jack Russell mix, you’re very grateful to make it to your house. He pants excitingly while his paws swipe your knees with each jump. “Hello, my sweetheart,” you coo, rubbing along his fluffy fur where a black spot covers the majority of his back. Your dog is your everything, so the joy of cuddling him close the rest of the evening until you slip into slumber is always your favorite end to a rainy night.

Pat, pat, pat. Darkness loses to the fluttering of your eyelids now being gifted with the essence of the season you’ve been dreaming about. Pat, pat, pat. A droplet here and there heightens your auditory senses while you remain halted in place; bare feet press along the cold pavement that has been freshly rained upon placing myriads of glued leaves on almost every inch of the road. Rows of long trunks host autumn hues that rustle lightly from the chilly wind now drifting past your shoulders where feather touches of your hair barely tickle.

You’re uncertain of why everything seems blurry as though it’s not real, yet the excitement of such an ideal setting is enough to start the promenading of the street- pouncing in the air with the clack of your ankles, squeals of glee escaping whilst you twirl- the deep shade of your maroon dress flowing from the movement, blending in with the surroundings. Lost in a world of utter peace, there are no rules here other than happiness, and that’s a world you’ve always longed for.

Reaching a curve, the joyful tune brewing from your lips softens the very second your stare lands upon a silhouette in the distance. The figure isn’t facing you, but you notice enough to realize he’s alone- brown strands hidden within a faded orange beanie, he’s nestled upon the grass with crossed legs, hands placed before him that appear to be fiddling with something, but at the angle, you are standing, all you can gather other than his presence are items clearing to be a journal and a pen resting by his side.

Curiosity consumes you enough to proceed forward, tiptoeing nearer to figure if he might be someone you have seen before, but one thing you did not anticipate is the sudden crunch of the leaves- ones that must have freshly fallen from the side of the trees that have not been kissed by the rain startling you producing a sudden gasp- widening eyes lifting to reveal the turn of his face-

“Sh- !” Sitting up immediately in your bed, perspiration lingering the lining of your hair- the hyped beat of your heart pounds into your temples before you brush the loosened streaks from your vision; Bram instinctively pounces to lick your face in desperation to calm you, curling onto your lap the second your hand gently smooths among the top of his head. It’s been a week since you’ve been to the coffee shop, and though everything was merely a dream, you can’t help the doting incentive that the person who arrived happens to be the same individual you can’t seem to easily forget about. It’s strange to you, but there’s just something about him, and before you know it, as soon as your shift ends for the day, you find yourself entering the store in hopes that the employee of your dreams, you inwardly tease, is awaiting to serve you another request of your favorite drink. To your delight, he is working, and to add to your giddiness, the place is fairly empty meaning no lines for you to wait in.

“Hello, how are you today?” Hoseok’s hands wrap around the sides of the register- his smile captivating you as it did last time to the point that timidness takes over- the blush in your cheeks revealing itself as soon as you reach the counter.

“Work,”

“Oh,” he giggles, although, your response was mouthed before you could have stopped yourself and you wince at how you may have sounded considering he’s currently in the process of working himself.

“I’m sorry, I meant, I-”

“Well, in that case, how about some lemon tea? If I’m correct?”

You’re stunned by how well his memory must be, and the way his eyes squint in concentration in hopes that he’s right melts your heart, “Ye-yes, for here,”

“Alright,” he chuckles, punching in the order, “Coming right up. My treat,”

“Wait what? No, no, you don’t have to do that-”

“I understand how tough it can be,” he raises his hands as if in defense, “It’s my treat, remind me of your name?” He arches an eyebrow when he presses his lips together.

“[Y/N],” you smile, still in awe of the kindness he has surprised you with after such a brutal day of work, “Thank you. Really, thank you,”

“Anytime,” his voice is tender, and you can hardly express your gratitude though you wonder if its the wrinkled fabric of your scrubs with random decor of stains that gave way of how your day has gone that potentially caused the reason of his gesture. Either way, you’re floored, and when he brings you the lemon tea, you thank him again, the heat of your skin still burning red.

Pelt, pelt, pelt. Fingers curl to reveal the plush of a blanket laying beneath you while the sun protrudes brightly through the trees. The careful turn of your head discovers the encompassing of plump pumpkins- perfumes of apple spice sweep past your nostrils while your vision explores the scenery. Confusion creases at the corner of your eyes, wondering where you must be considering this is a fantasy you have yet to venture. Pelt, pelt, pelt. Droplets of rain spring off your skin sporadically, but not enough to linger for you to remember it exists.

“Hello,” though merely a soft murmur, the unexpected sound jolts you to sit up, a gasp flying from your mouth staring at the apologetic eyes of the man who realizes he has scared you. Relief floods your bones- gaze falling to the journal and pen planted beside him as before. There’s the persistent curiosity revolving around the book, but more so, your stare returns to the oval face of the timorous human now staring at his twiddling hands in shame.

He doesn’t have to be ashamed, and the desperate aura to prove this to him prompts you into action. You are unaware of how near the proximity to him is when you mirror his stature of crossed legs- your knees pressing to his once the desire to feel his slim fingers between yours forces you to hope that he can’t read your mind. It’s only your imagination, right? It is not like he truly will know of the courage you yearn to live in reality. In substantiality, trust is a process for you- learning another is a task in itself for you- but in slumber, there’s a certain bravery you collect especially when this moment feels so right.

His lips are parted just as yours are- enlarged-eyed nerves form magic as real as the season living out in this universe. There’s no more waiting- it just happens in the spur of a second where you kiss him, his hands finding their homes on either side of your face, leaning more into you. Rapidly, nature seems to know the cue when leaves swirl in the wind encircling the pair of you in a painted cascade of red, yellow and orange. Your jaw is loved by the slow traces of his fingertips, returning to rest your back upon the blanket where his body aligns with yours, and despite this fiction playing effortlessly in your conscious, you feel his smile against your lips the same as he feels yours. And with that, there’s nothing you want more than this dream to become a truth.

“You’re not crazy, love,” Sofia promises on the other line of the phone though you have a stubborn notion of not believing her statement, “I think you just have a wee little crush on a certain barista,”

Currently shuffling to unlock your car, you’re ready to head home from work to check on your dog, hoping he’s kept the house in good shape while you’ve been gone, “But how though? I don’t even know the guy.”

“Distant crushes are real, hun,”

“I don’t know,” you heave a long sigh, the back of your head resting upon the cushion of the driver’s side, hardly bringing yourself to start your vehicle just yet.

“Have you… Talked to him since the last time?”

“....No.”

“I should have known,” Sofia groans, “You are the most stubborn soul I know, and you wouldn’t be you if you weren’t,”

“I learn from the best,” you tease, laughter between you and your best friend making the air seem lighter than earlier.

“That, you do. Be safe and keep me updated. Tell little Bram I love him,”

“Will do,” you pact, thankful to hear her voice. The journey home reminds you of a few trails hidden away in a park behind your house. Maybe over the weekend, you can visit to find an ounce of solitude in nature, otherwise, the plan of a small nap is in your best interest, so the abrupt minute you find, you flip on the tv for some background noise, eventually drifting into the familiar sound of rain beginning another daydream with your sweet Bram cuddled by your side.

There it is. The familiar corner where you’ve turned in previous times that relives the journey of precise coloration reigniting the joy that sparks the padding of anxious footsteps into the direction of what may be awaiting. The preface of your wonderment is where you are now- you are right at the very start of autumn hues rustling in tall trees aligned accordingly on either side of the paved road glimmering pasted leaves under your heels. A hounding prolepsis of hope gives the concept that someone is indeed here, and you must find him before it’s too late.

Elation turns into tattered fear of losing to waking in reality, speeding your steps though you feel you are going nowhere. A loss of time can ruin the means of opportunity and when your skipping legs finally reach the curve, you pause- a building smile spreading across your face at the man standing before you. Head cast downward, he’s penning within his journal, fully concentrating on whatever he is writing. Inching closer, he closes the journal- a thin thread of a golden bookmark keeps a tab on where he last written. His tender gaze holds yours for what feels like forever until he turns his journal to you flashing a loving grin that exuberates permission for you to open to the page he’s left for you.

Uncertainty of hesitation only shows in the flicker of your eyes studying his heart that he’s wearing on his sleeve. Gradually, you grab at the end of the bookmark between your fingertips, lifting the first half of the book to unveil a message that brings touched tears to your eyes.

Scribbled in the center of the page in artistically drawn bold letters are the words you have longed for, but never knew you needed,

‘You’re my favorite part of every season’

It’s been a month since you’ve seen him; a month since you’ve had the dreams; and a month since you’ve been able to enjoy the soothing taste of a tepid cup of lemon tea. Carried away by the hours of your job, it has been difficult to provide any time for yourself- leading your brain to the point of forgetting about the interests you’ve once had prior. The trails have been calling your name consistently to the point you find the will to go, zipping your coat to then huddling your hands within the pockets. Twenty minutes pass until the breaking of the path comes into view, and out of a habit, you hum a random tune to the chilly breeze, swaying your shoulders until the leap of your heart stops you in your tracks.

A beanie- faded to match the season, yet this time he’s not looking down, he’s staring out into the trees where birds sing in unison with chirping crickets, and to your rigid frame, your eyes scan the spot where you always found them: a journal and pen rested by his side as they always have. You cannot speak, for whatever is happening before you is real, and you attempt to decipher the possibility of this being just that: real. You want to run, but why cower when the chance is right there within your reach?

Hoseok hears your steps that you do not comprehend that you’re making, yet you don’t stop; a smile exists on your lips shining from your eyes that meet his that beam recognition,

“Hey there!” He stands from the blanket he’s been sitting on, smiling from ear to ear while offering his hand to shake yours, “It’s been a long time!”

You’re flattered by his noticing of your vacancy, and at the feel of his large hand enveloping yours, you briefly shake it, still shocked by the event screening in front of you, “Hello to you! I didn’t know you came here?”

“As often as I can,” he nods, turning his head to absorb the atmosphere around him, “It’s quite comforting,”

“That, it is,” you agree, gape dropping to your shoes, “It’s my favorite place to go this time of year,”

“I’d have to say it’s the same for me, too,” an awkward silence seems like an eternity when it only lasts for about five seconds leading to the clearing of Hoseok’s throat, “How have you been? We miss seeing you at the shop,”

“I’ve been well, I hope you are,” you giggle, gesturing toward the blanket spread upon the grass, “Is it okay if I join you?”

“Of course you can!” His voice sounds so happy. Happiness that lifts the hope you now have embraced. Hoseok politely reaches for your hand to help you sit down, each of you crossing your legs to get comfortable to notice his fingertips have yet to leave yours. At first, the nervous tension of question shows on his face when he finally makes the connection, yet you nod the okay, sliding your palm to mold with his. Neither of you let go, and maybe you have not been the only one shaken by his countenance, for his heart is thrumming in equal pace as yours. As the hours pass by, you find yourself nestled into his side where he rests his cheek upon your head, watching the leaves of the season fall into place just as this moment: the start of a dream come true.

- Thank you for the request @taeandpuppies ! I hope you and your friend enjoy this! -

#btswritingcafe #jung hoseok #jhs #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok aesthetic #autumn hoseok #autumn #bts autumn leaves #bts hoseok #bts jung hoseok

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lgcgitaek · 4 years

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( been watching )

the weather today had been an odd one. hot, but rainy, and overcast. a kind of day that left gitaek uncomfortable and sticky. even just going from the dorms to the company building had been too much and he wanted nothing more than to never go outside again today. never mind that it had left him all sleepy and weak kneed. the rain makes him want to thrown on one of his fluffy sweaters, but the heat told him to only wear a tank. it was confusing, and annoying.

it’s why he was glad to have ended up here. seated in a fairly comfortable chair with a cold sweet tea in hand in a studio with @lgceunho hyung.

a lucky day indeed.

gitaek wouldn’t say he idolizes eunho, nor would he outright admit to favoring the older male. but his actions and over all happiness in getting to just hang out with the other would absolutely give it away to anyone who could read him. he just admires eunho hyung a lot.

“say... eunho hyung, when did you first get interested in producing?” he questioned, breaking the silence that had fallen them other than the soft music playing in the studio. he’d originally been here to learn a thing or two. probably even just watch eunho work or whatever it is he does when in a studio. but his curiosity got the best of him. eunho being one of the few to draw a more talkative side of eunho out of him.

#lgceunho #( paragraph )#( beenwatching )

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 4 years

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A View To A Winchester (Part 1)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. No idea how long it will be, but I’ve got time on my hands. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle. I’m thinking it will go the fluffy route, with some angst, and maybe some smut down the line. Not sure yet.

Section Word Count: 3,755

Section Warnings: mild language

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The view from Julie’s home office had always provided some solace. A calm had washed over her the very first time she stared at it months ago. She’d been alone searching for a new place to move all of her stuff into as soon as possible. Well, not alone if you counted the perky real estate agent hovering in the doorway. Back then, she had no idea what her next step would be. But this little view of nothing special hit the pause button as all the pieces of her life crumbled out of her control. The view had been a distraction amidst the decisions and paperwork and phone calls. Everything that came along with severing the life she had built with the man she’d married.

She could hear her spry sixty-six year old mother passing the vacuum downstairs in the living room. Again. For the second time that day. Bless her sanitation compulsion. It’s only going to get worse now that she had to leave her house for this fumigation fiasco… will never hear the end of how she always knew keeping a clean house was important. Julie sighed. It will keep her from mentioning Steve for a while. That’s a positive.

She’d started her work project that Saturday morning at the PC atop the corner desk. A wall slathered in a turf green color with the precision of a five year old had been her view past that computer screen. Wish I’d had time and money to paint the whole house before moving in.

The uncomfortable office chair and the ache in her lower back had shifted Julie’s location by hour four of her remote work day. She gave in to try and subdue the pain, pulled out her laptop and sank into the sofa bed. The discount furniture had proved remarkably comfy. It was also positioned at a perfect height under the two side by side windows. The view looking out over her small backyard was always filled with entertaining items.

It was a standard middle class development. No HOA in this joint. Her neighbors to the left had perfected the art of hoarding chaos in their backyard. Every inch was filled with something either garden or tool related or well past its usefulness. Julie had a quaint covered patio right next to their property line. Mom, the one with the green thumb and outdoor enthusiasm, had sat under it more than Julie had over the past few days. Nature is better experienced behind a pane of glass. I’m too sweet for those mosquitoes.

A beautiful dagwood tree skirted the other fence line toward the far edge of her property. It’s branches brushed over the detached carport capping off the incline from the long driveway. This divorcee didn’t have it in her budget for a two car garage. But, she did like the fact that her car wasn’t the first thing a guest saw in front of the house when they drove down the road to visit. The quaint cape cod had a simple charm to it, with another small dagwood by the porch.

You should have taken Steve for everything he was worth. Oh, her mom’s never requested, yet always given, opinion when it came to her ex. If only she did have some of that superstitious Italian ability to curse others. Steve’s dick would have fallen off a long time ago.

Nope, this view had been just enough for Julie when she’d moved in three months ago. After the divorce had become final. And then, last week, somehow, she’d managed to convince her dead-set-in-her-ways mom to leave her row home in the city and stay with her, instead of at a hotel during the necessary remediation.

You try and talk an old school Italian into leaving their home unattended. Try, I dare you.

Julie’s younger brother, Joseph, was on the west coast with his wife and two sons. There was no way, as much as her mother worshipped the ground her son walked on, that Joey would be able to come and rescue Mamma Mia for this one. Knowing their mother was with Julie made little brother feel better. He’d uttered that phrase over a video call, his youngest boy squirming in his lap and grabbing for the screen. They both wouldn’t be alone for a little while, he added, which cut Julie in a way that she was sure he hadn’t intended. It’ll keep Ma busy, Jule-Jule, having you to fuss over. Like she used to do when we were kids.

As she tapped with an absentminded rhythm on the down arrow key, trying to focus on the spreadsheet, she couldn’t help but steal glances at the patch of unoccupied concrete driveway in the other neighbor’s yard. The one neighbor she’d only seen on two occasions. But, both times, he had been a glorious sight to behold. The man she’d learned was called Dean Winchester.

The first time she’d spotted him, Julie had been outside late one evening, only a couple days after moving in. Her cleaning of the backyard had gone better than expected that afternoon. Even a run in with a spider had not scared her inside. Normally, she would have abandoned any items and cleaning supplies in her wake of fright. That was not an option. Cause I don’t have anyone around to kill them. She faced the one-inch eight legged fiend like a trooper, brushing it into the grass.

The finishing touch of her busy day had been the placement of two wicker chairs and a tiny table in the covered patio’s alcove. Spring had not officially arrived yet, but she’d risk putting the outdoor furniture where it belonged. Her frame sank into one of the chairs with a wine cooler in hand, her aching feet propped up in the seat of the other. She tugged the cardigan sweater closed at the slight chill in the air.

Her chatty neighbor Wes, the one with the hoarding problem, had talked her ear off for a good half hour. She basked in her accomplishment as the sun set and she was talked more at than to. He seemed quite content speaking over her as she attempted a conversation. Not in an overbearing or conceited way. It was reminiscent of an excited child who couldn’t wait to get all the details out about their amazing story. His partner, Samuel, would try to steer Wes back and remind him to wait his turn in the most patient of ways. Julie had no energy left to struggle and simply listened. It was what she was good at, after all.

Julie quickly surmised the amount of alcohol they imbibed could be part of the reason they got along so well. They were night and day. Wes worked in construction, had a scruffy stark blonde beard that matched the ponytail, and lived in faded jeans and a Phish t-shirt. Samuel was a retired Executive Director and dressed like one of those distinguished older gentlemen in a Land’s End catalog.

The couple had eventually turned in, wishing her a good night. Julie sat, alone, in the dark. She was too tired to get up. Her lids were getting heavy. A loud rumble from a vehicle had stirred her awake. She cursed at falling asleep, outside, leaving herself vulnerable in a new place. The open wine cooler bottle hung in her hand at a precarious angle. She placed it atop the table and prepared to lift her ass out of the now uncomfortable seat. Then, she spotted headlights creeping up part of the driveway she could see past the other neighbor’s house. There was a good 30 feet of grass between her chain link fence and the neighbor’s drive.

A motion sensor light kicked on. The massive front of a vintage black car came into view. It pulled in slow and cautious like a boat approaching a pier. The engine ticked off and grunted at the journey’s end. Then the driver’s door swung open. And, in the darkness, under the covered patio, Julie could feel her mouth start to dry up at the sight of the man who’d been behind the wheel.

She couldn’t explain the reaction, even thinking about it now. But, there’d been something overwhelmingly masculine about the way that figure eased out of the car. The presence triggered her senses into overdrive. There was no flight or fight response. All freeze on her end.

Work boots landed on the concrete in a secure and smooth motion one after the other. Her ears tuned into the thud of his soles, then the shift of toe boots sliding against gravel. The fluorescent light played with the shadows and cut a chiseled physique out of the contrast. The buzzing sound from the bulbs over him intensified in her ears. Like he was generating energy. The tingling sound crested in waves in her direction. She licked her lips. A metallic, coppery flavor laced the air. The taste reminded her of when she had accidently touched a live wire and received a mild shock.

She dared to tilt her head. Her black rimmed bifocal prescription glasses got a clearer image of this man. He dipped back into the car to pull out a duffel bag and tossed it by his feet. He wore dark jeans draped over muscled thighs and a pair of bow legs. She made out all those details thanks to the light shining down and carving out a pronounced oval between those legs. A plaid shirt fitted and hugged a set of broad shoulders. The hem of the shirt hung in the perfect spot above… well, maybe that was when her mouth had completely dried up. That man had an ass so perfect, so curvy, she’d never seen a male backside look that good in denim.

My mind has to be playing tricks on me. She shook her head to rid her brain of the fuzziness. Or, that wine cooler was a lot stronger than I expected. There’s no way the rest of him is that… this... perfect.

And, then, he turned into the light, and gave her a glimpse of his face. And proved her goddamn wrong.

He bent down to grab the bag off the ground and swung the door shut, producing a squeak. But, the squeak could have been one of disbelief coming from her mouth. A spiky, short cut of hair topped his head. The profile of this man had sharp angles in all the right areas. Dips and swells in every other spot of his face brought to mind those old Guess jeans ads Julie had seen in countless magazines growing up. She’d wished the moon and stars wiped away in that moment and willed the sun to rise instead. She wanted to see every inch of him and take in all that was reserved for the shadows.

And as quick as that, he was gone, with a confident posture and matching swagger. He disappeared down the driveway. He must have gone into the front door of his tiny house out of view. A couple seconds went by and then a light filled one of the small square windows. But, she saw no movement. Then another window snapped on in illumination. This one was situated on the wall of the house closer to her property. But, still nothing. No sign of him, not even a passing shadow. Both lights eventually turned off. Back in the dark, Julie gasped for the air she’d been denying herself as she spied on this other neighbor. She scurried back in the house like a mouse.

The wheels of the unplugged vacuum cleaner rolled along the hardwood in the first story directly below and rolled her out of the recollection. Mom was moving to another room to continue cleaning. Little to no insulation in the walls and the small square footage made everything way too easy to hear in this house. Her mother’s snores in the first floor bedroom last night had woken her up. She frowned, realizing she could no longer watch the occasional soft porn in her bedroom without the use of headphones. She was fifteen all over again.

Not that I’ve needed much in terms of arousing material since my other neighbor. Dean.

The man had no routine to speak of that she could discern. The car might be parked in the driveway for a week or two, then gone for one week. Then back for only a day to be gone again. For a month after that first sighting, the only sign of him being home had been the car in the driveway. Her voyeuristic tendencies shifted into high gear. She found the views from her office window and the sliding glass door leading out to her yard even more interesting now.

She resorted to asking Wes about the neighbor when the car had disappeared again for a few days. Wes’ eyes lit up in obvious appreciation at the question that bright Saturday morning. “Oh, you mean Dean? Dean Winchester. Been around for a couple years. Keeps to himself... and his yard mowed in the summer, when he’s around. Quiet. Well, except for his radio when he’s working on the Impala. Thank God he’s got good taste in music.”

“Impala?”

“His car, sweetie.” Samuel had snuck up behind Wes and clarified.

“Oh.” Julie did not know enough about cars to have identified the model. She discerned the basics. It was black and bulging and could batter ram her compact into an accordion if they’d ever gotten into a crash.

“It’s a beauty. His pride and joy.” Wes tilted his beer over toward Dean’s driveway. “I got to look under the hood of her once. I offered to help, but…”

“He’s got a clear indication of how good you are with cars, Wes.” Samuel raised an eyebrow and pointed to the rusty, old truck behind them.

“My financial ability doesn’t have anything to do with my knowledge and skills in car repair,” Wes huffed.

“I could make a counter argument, but I’m hungry and really want you to cook tonight.” Samuel tapped Wes’s shoulder.

“What does he do for a living?” Julie asked.

“He can’t really talk about it.” Wes nodded in an exaggerated manner.

Julie could feel her mouth turn down in disappointment. “Why not?”

“He’s hinted it’s government related. Possibly Homeland Security.” Samuel added.

“Oh. Wow.” The hours kind of made sense. But, the tiny house in this mediocre neighborhood didn’t line up with the salary that went along with a job like that. She kept the opinion to herself. As she usually did with most things.

That afternoon, Julie had gotten a bug up her ass to clean the second floor. Her mom would be coming to visit the next day. The last thing she wanted to see her do was pull out the mop and bucket. I’ll have to lock up all my cleaning products. Of course, mom��s sneaky little self will probably pack up her own arsenal of weapons in her car.

After she’d finished with her bedroom an hour later, she’d attacked her office. The windows, inside and out, had been begging for a proper wipe down. She raised the roman shades left by the previous owners to the very top of the sill, coughed at the dust, and then lifted one of the windows up enough to tilt it into the room. The pane rested against the sofa back. Julie started to clean the exterior.

A breeze pushed in through the screen while she worked. It forced her to time the spraying of cleaner fluid so she didn’t end up with chemicals in her face. When things settled, she bent into the task and wiped. Outside, an angry engine rumbled off to the right. She knew that sound. She’d only heard it once before, but it had ingrained itself into her brain. She licked her lips, like Pavlov’s dog. Her mouth curled into a smile now that she could attach a name to the other neighbor. Dean’s home. Her heart sped up.

Daylight. Moment of truth. The rag dropped from her hand. She looked around for the binoculars. They waited on the sofa’s side table, having been fished out of storage after that first night she’d seen him. Her fingers tugged the window screen up. An unpleasant squeak from the vinyl rubbing together clawed at her inner ear. She hunched down and sat on the sofa, barely tipping her head up over the bottom window sill. Her hand snuck to her left and snatched the binoculars.

She could only imagine how ridiculous she looked at that moment. Yep, you’ve brought out the voyeur in me, Dean. Or, should I call you Mr. Winchester, until we’ve been properly introduced? Please, God. If you’re going to throw me a bone after all this shit with Steve, let this man be a hunky neighbor truly worthy to have spent this much time obsessing over.

She rested the binoculars on the bridge of her nose and tried to focus through the magnified lenses. Sparkling wheel rims, up close and personal, edged into the scene, along with the rest of the car. The anticipation of how much more of Mr. Winchester she might be able to see had her movements searching and tracking in a frantic pace. The binoculars landed on the driver’s side window. Only seeing the outside reflection made her heart drop. The engine ticked off. Then, the door opened.

Showtime.

“You wanted me to check in, Sammy. For the third time, I’m fine.” The clarity of the voice wafting up to her perch from the second story made her gasp. Could I be this lucky? It’s like I’m in the perfect sound traveling angle possible.

After the shock of the eavesdropping accessibility died down, she gasped for a second time when she saw Dean emerge from the car.

Holy shit.

Dean glanced around the yard, checked his surroundings and stilled. He leaned on the side of the car and stared into her yard. Julie guessed jeans, boots, and a plaid shirt might be his attire of choice. But, good God. Hunky didn’t do him justice. He was fucking gorgeous. Rough, scruffy, a bit aged. Yet, he was also perfect model material with a boyish hint underneath. He had a well proportioned nose, dimpled chin, and a very nice set of lips with just the right amount of pout. His brown hair had a combo of red and golden highlights in the sunshine. The only thing she couldn’t make out well enough from the distance was his eye color.

“Things are good. Just got back home from a hunting trip. Yeah, I’ve been tracking the news. Run of the mill stuff. Happy days are here again.”

And, the voice. Holy shit. It was deep, with bass, and reverberated like his car’s engine in her ears.

“How’s things out west?” He nodded, apparently listening to a long explanation. “Eileen?” Another nod, then his eyes widened. “Really? Congrats on knocking her up, little brother. Finally. Only been with her for two years. ‘Bout time.” He smirked. The grin faded into a serious, tight expression. His jaw clenched and Julie heard a moan leave her lips. “Nah. There’s no reason for me to head your way. I’m fine. Someone’s gotta man the east coast. Most of our headaches popped up here in Delaware years back, remember?” He tilted his head from side to side and rolled his eyes. “Well, you never know. Better I stay here. Just in case. Listen, catch up’s been great.” He pinched his nose. “I’m beat. Just want to sleep for a week. Yeah. Will do. You too, Sammy.”

He propelled himself off the side of the car and reached in to pull the same duffel bag. The car door squeaked shut. And, he was gone again. Julie had gotten herself together after a minute or so and went about the window cleaning. The job was not as thorough as she had planned. A distracted focus had her staring at the Impala and Dean’s house for the majority of her time at the window.

And, maybe he had slept for an entire week after that. The car didn’t move. When she’d leave for work in the mornings she’d take her time by the sliding door to lock up. Easing down the concrete path toward the carport at a languid pace some days. Careful lawn inspection or a trip to check on the patio might fill a minute or so on others. With always the glances up in Dean’s general direction.

But the car would be there in the mornings and when she arrived from work for a few more weeks after that. Then, the erratic disappearances began again. The fun game she was playing of hide and seek with someone not even in on the diversion only turned into disheartening disappointment. He had the hide part down.

“Giulia?”

Mom called up to her from the stairwell and the memory escaped.

“Yeah?”

“Want lunch?”

“I’m fine.” She readjusted on the couch.

“I’m going to make some pasta fagioli, then, for dinner later. Going to go sit out on the patio.”

“Sounds good.” Mom enjoyed talking to Wes and Samuel. Julie thought her mother didn’t understand much of what Wes said when he’d had one too many beers in him, which was pretty much all the time. But, she laughed a lot. It was more about the company lately.

Her mother muttered something in Italian. “Don’t work all day! It’s the weekend.” Julie didn’t bother to respond. The sliding door whooshed open and then rolled shut. Her mind wandered back to Dean. He’d been gone for three weeks at her daily tick count. Maybe he really does have a secret government job. But, what the hell popped up in Delaware years back? Delaware never made the news on a national level. Well, except for Wilmington being the murder capital of the United States a few years ago. He couldn’t have meant that, could he? Maybe he’s undercover, living just outside the biggest city in the state in good ol’ Pike Creek? She shook her head. Dean had become a distraction and now a point of worry for her. And, she hadn’t even met the man.

She huffed, then typed an email, wrapping up her extra work on the weekend. “Time to get out of these pajamas and take a shower,” she mumbled to no one in particular.

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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it seems that the average survey-taker is a white american female, aged 15-19, who has a car, a cell phone, and an extensive social circle. is this true for you? I’m a white female but not from America and I’m much older, have no car nor friends, just cellphone

have you seen any silent films? I love Buster Keaton

would you rather be an actor, director, or soundtrack producer? actress and director

have you seen nbc’s ‘hannibal’? thoughts? (if you haven’t, do you want to?) no and don’t want to, yuk

on websites where you’re permitted to change your username, do you do so often, or do you keep the same one for long periods of time? I usually change after a few months

does your computer have a name? I didn’t call this annoying piece of shit anyhow but maybe if I had a better computer...

are you eager to see how far science + technology will advance, or do you prefer an older way of doing things? do you think we are better off with these advancements, or not? I wish we had choice, I would like the world to be balanced, a bit of this and a bit of that, some advancements are necessary, some are cool but some are awful

what is your favourite comic book or graphic novel? does your favourite novel come in comic-book form? (if not, would you like it to?) I don’t read comics but from those I ever tried my fav manga was Doubt, webcomic (those I saw several but I forgot most of the titles by now) - Lackadaisy and I am fan of Aldebaran and Betelgeza

Any friends who are constantly venting about their boyfriend?: it was common - me listening complains about my crush’es exes or current boyfriends/lovers/crushes

Have you ever been ice-skating?: once, in high school, didn’t like it

Does the sound of rain at night help you sleep?: yeah

Did the end of Public Enemies make you sad?: I didn’t finish the movie

Do you obsessively apply lip-gloss or lip balm?: ewww, not at all

Do you think you’d have what it takes to shoot someone if you had to protect yourself?: I believe

What’s your most noticeable flaw?: ugh...

Have you ever walked into a massive cobweb? yes and that was awful because it was full of dead bugs

When you can tell that someone’s lying, do you call them out on it?: often

How many other blogs do you follow on Tumblr?: more than 300

Does it ever scare you how fast time can go by?: could say so

Have you ever replied “OK” when someone confessed they liked you?: possibly :x

What does your grandma call you?: sigh...

What would you do for immortality and infinite youth?: dunno, definitely wouldn’t sell my soul or kill an innocent person but I would do some stuff for immortality

Would you rather have a pool or a hot tub?: neither

Have you ever worn a nipple tassel?: haven’t

Ever played hide and seek in the woods on horseback at night?: wow, that’s weirdly specific and now I want this somehow :o

Have you ever held a baby chick?: wild bird’s babies and I regret that because it’s not helfpul for them actually

Do you think wine tastes like rotten fruit? yep

Have you ever felt the need to hide something about yourself?: sometimes, from certain people, I should be myself most of the time tho

Do you think pearls are attractive?: umm...

Have you ever wished you had a different name? Which name would you choose? but I like male ones more or non polish

Have you ever customised an item of clothing? I designed and my mom helped me, made changes for me

Do you prefer drawing or painting? prefer to draw but look at paintings

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? if I could/had money to save then I would save for a bike, laptop, my own apartment etc.

Do you own any figurines? cats, dogs, elephants, clowns, horses and others

If you have any siblings, how much rivalry is between you all? it’s complicated

When did you last have itchy eyes? recently

Is it dark outside right now? it’s getting darker

Do you prefer framed photos or just sticking photos straight onto walls? I prefer them in an album, takes less space

What’s your favourite type of cake? used to love sękacz the most

Have you ever woken up from a dream and believed it to have been real? I was confused

If there’s a bug in your room, can you sleep or do you need to get it out? it depends on how annoying/dangerous it is

Do you prefer travelling alone or with people? I like to travel with my dad

What was the last baby animal you saw? pic or irl?

Do you give people high fives or hugs more often? hugs

How long have you known the last person you kissed? I knew her 10 years ago for awhile then we lost contact until this spring

When angry, do you get loud or quiet? depends

What do you currently hear right now? my parents talking

Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? dad

Last person you saw? parent

Did you have a nap today? nope

Are you easy to get along with? am not

When was the last time you were told you were cute? recently my gf called me cute and I’m like Catra about it

Have you ever forgotten to put on an oven mitt before you took something extremely hot out of the oven? not over, just hot pot

Do you own one of those airwick things that automatically sprays every few minutes? hell no

How many light bulbs are on in the room you are currently in? 3, one doesn’t work

Have you ever had your phone taken away at school before? almost, teacher heard it calling but before they found out who’s phone that was it stopped ringing and I was safe

Do you look better with or without glasses? I’m always ugly

What is your favorite type of bird? chicken, owl, flamingo, crow, barn swallow...

Did you go fishing a lot when you were younger? Do you now? I hate fishing, never been nor will go

Do you like more flowery scents or more clean scents? no scents, thank you Do you own a manual or electric toothbrush? manual, electric are horrible Preferred brand of toothpaste? m current is Meridol Piece of make-up you cannot live without? I can live without it

Do you prefer heels or flats? flats are more comfy but I know how to walk in heels, just don’t like to

Do you eat meat? yep Do you still watch cartoons regularly? I recently started watching She-ra with my gf but before that I didn’t watch any animated shows for a long time (just fragments/episodes maybe) Do you leave the TV on and sleep to it? never Ever considered cannibalism? r u serious?... this is scary, I’m gonna puke :x Ever licked a battery? I’m not stupid What does your name mean? lily which was also going to be my name Do animals go to Heaven? hope so Babies are… irritating

When was the last time you saw a doctor? it would be easier to say when I didn’t because I see them too often Do you know anyone who is a firefighter? used to What was the last wedding you went to? my sister’s

What’s your favourite alcoholic beverage? blergh... Do you “binge-watch” tv shows? two episodes a day max What is your opinion of clowns? love Did you wear a necklace today? not today How old are your parents? about 60 What’s something odd you do when you’re anxious or nervous? personal Have you ever received a compliment from a stranger? I have, more than one time Is your wardrobe big enough for all your clothes? it’s not Do you plan ahead when it comes to your outfits? nah Have you ever shaved your face? I shaved my eyebrows (not whole) What colour is your front door? silver with white paint coming off Do you take the stairs or the elevator? stairs Would you ever try herbal medicine as opposed to conventional medicine? I tried Do you wear open-toed shoes? I despise those Have you ever been to a petting zoo? yeah, I was petting a raccoon <3 and chinchillas are so surprisingly fluffy When was the last time you wore a button up shirt? weeks ago How many times have you consumed alcohol? once Do you often forget what you were just about to say? ocassionally when interrupted What’s your opinion of Australia? wouldn’t go there Do you own any striped sweaters? absolutely :) Have there ever been any forest or grass fires in your area? as every summer, also trash burn quite often

What color is the trash can in your kitchen? yellow What does the cover on the last book you read look like? it has two people sitting in front of each other Do you wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? I don’t celebrate this holiday, I dislike it Are you even Irish? not even partially Have you ever gotten a wig? What did it look like and what was it for? I have a bunch of wigs How often do you use a shower cap? What does yours look like? I don’t own any If you wanted to get a cat, would you adopt from a shelter or buy from a breeder? Why? but I don’t want a cat What’s the shortest you’d be willing to cut your hair? almost bald? What do you do when you find a spiderweb in your room? leave it be or clean it

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gotatext · 5 years

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by this point im p sure u all know the drill.... i’m nora, 23, she/her, gmt and tonight matthew im going to be greta o’driscoll, a terrible person but a hot one which frankly makes it almost ok. here is her pinterest..... this intro is literally just copied n pasted frm the last time i played her so soz if u’ve read it like 10+ times....

「 diana silvers. cis-female. 」have you seen greta o’driscoll around yet? i hear she decided to be in POTENTAS for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major. the 20 year old SHEPHERD is known to be tenacious, magnetic, capricious and evasive. ➨ the muse is written by nora, she/her, gmt.

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

was always a really sporty bitch. it started with a junior athletics squad, which turned into athletics and cheer, which then became athletics, cheer and hockey until she basically was doing a different activity every night. she came to see her body as a tool that she could make work for her if she trained it up and this attitude’s always kind of stayed with her that as long as her body is strong she is capable of anything. runs every day.

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

left school at 18 n went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was working at a strip club. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time.

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate.

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea… pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming…..

she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch. maybe it’s maybelline, maybe its coke.

massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps. i hate her

isn’t a foward-planner, however. greta prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.

not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.

old soul in a young person’s body. all the shit that has gone on has kind of aged her. she’s quite cynical about everything now. always smoking smoking smoking. very edie sedgwick in that way. little girls skirts bought for next-to-nothing at the market because she’s skinny enough to get away with it, barely long enough to cover your bum, and then the ugliest baggy sweater you’ve ever seen thrown over it.

likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

super into pop art and andy warhol. puts female friendships above everything but at the same time, would fuck her best friends man

her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

wanted plots

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sports rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships

girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

and I want like, fellow criminology students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night??

she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

ppl she did a few modules with ie. art history, bio-med, film studies, before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with

ppl who she runs track with.

someone she’s trying to make a zine with.

here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#this is soooOoOOO fuckin long cos every time i play greta i add more shit to it..... her seventh form will just be an entire fuckin novel.#anyway call me beep me if u wanna reach me #aka pls msg me either here or on discord. my discord is linday lohan's meth8664 #wshedintro

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shego1142 · 6 years

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Gender Vent

Been meaning to talk about this for a while but blurgh

And now with tumblr making me question the gender identity of my n1pples this is even more bleh

But ive been feeling really really masc lately but not in a “traditional” sense???

Like I really wish I had a binder but I also wish the hair that’s on my neck and chin would gtfo

Like I feel like I’m still genderluid but I’d be more comfortable in a more ‘male’ presenting body

But I still want to wear fluffy sweaters and soft pink stuff and be a walking pastel rainbow

But I do feel “Feminine” sometimes too?

I mean it’s probably an autistic thing but most of the time gender wise I feel like an amorphous grey mass just shambling along in life

But there are times where I’m like “Yea I identify strongly with this guy!”

And times where I’m like “I’m just like that girl!!”

Also to add to this, my doctors are fairly certain my body isn’t producing enough oestrogen

(Again my body is trying desperately to grow a horrible looking neck beard)

But if they put me on hrt for oestrogen... idk if I want that???

I don’t know if I’d be happier on T or not???

My feelings about my gender and my body change so often that making a decision seems so final???

Like choosing to have surgery and go on T would be like “Okay so I’m a trans guy, can’t change that”

But ???? I know that’s not the way any of this works... it just feels that way...

And then there are days where I have serious body dysphoria because I don’t look the way I expect myself to?

And there are days where I don’t care at all

And then there are days where I really like the way I look

And I guess I’m kind of afraid that I’ll always be switching how I feel about myself and my body and my gender so in some ways I guess I’m kind of getting a “don’t rock the boat” kind of vibe

But I want to be confident in myself and my body... and right now I’m not?

This isn’t too much of a “help me” post but I just wanted to write this all down and put it out to the ether to see if there are other peeps struggling with similar stuff

Guess I’m not looking for a fix so much as just a guide?

I still identify heavily with being genderfluid and if anything that’s how I’d like to answer if someone asks me my gender identity

But it is kind of all jumbled up in my mind

#gender

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dantesilvadraws · 6 years

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If you’re writing again, can you give me literally any fluffy kiribaku mpreg pretty pleeeeeeease

Yup~!! :D

I don’t know if this meets your expectation of fluffy – but it’s longer than the fics I usually write. I wanted to post this yesterday but I had a headache.

Anyway. Here you go~!! And I hope you like it!! :D[bakushima tag] [bnha omegaverse]

WARNING OMEGAVERSE

When exposed to stressful situations for an extended period of time, it was not uncommon for omegas to skip their heats. Such is the truth for Bakugou, his last heat had have been sometime when he was in high school. Although, it was so relevant that he didn’t feel the need to remember.

The reason for the absence of heats being, if the body of an omega is too threatened, it will not produce the correct hormone needed in order to trigger a heat. If an omega can’t relax enough in order for those hormones to be released, it obviously isn’t safe to produce a child. Those omegas who decide to become heroes, often live their lives with sporadic and short heats – that is, if they have any heats at all.

Working as a hero meant that Bakugou lived a life full of physical stress.

And so, Bakugou didn’t think he’d need protection when having sex with his boyfriend, Kirishima. Bakugou may not have heats, but that didn’t mean Kirishima didn’t have ruts. Regardless of his situation, Bakugou was always going to be there to comfort and provide an outlet for his alpha.

Heat or no heat, Kirishima knew how to please Bakugou.

And Bakugou knew how to calm down Kirishima’s ruts.

They both being well educated adults, meant that they knew that sex could lead to children, especially because neither used protection. However, the rarity of a male omega being impregnated out of heat was a rare event. And so, neither thought any babies would come into their lives.

Although, they did talk about it, sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident.

An example being on one Sunday morning when they were out at a marketplace looking for some vegetables for dinner, something caught Kirishima’s attention and he wandered off. Bakugou didn’t think to much about it, he thought Kirishima might have seen something neat and had to go and get a closer look.

He was right of course.

A few minutes later Kirishima reappeared with a little, hand stitched, red beanie for a baby in his hands, “Look how cute this, and –,” he turned it around, on the other side was a Red Riot patch, “it has this on the back.”

Bakugou laughed and shook his head, “Yeah, but really? Do we really need that?”

“Just in case, you know?”

“In case we have a baby?”

“Y-yeah.” Kirishima admitted, with a hopeful glint in his eyes, “You, you never know…but actually I was, I bought this for our dog. In case it gets cold before we have time to buy him sweaters and stuff.”

“That- that’s what I meant to say, since our dog is technically our baby.” Bakugou tried to cover up his mistake, but the blush on his face gave away his real thoughts.

“I mean, we could – we could use it for a human baby.” Kirishima urged, he loved the thought of being a father one day.

But of course if that never happened, Kirishima would still be good with the life he lived because he was able to live it with Bakugou.

“First, let’s decide what vegetables we need for dinner and then we’ll think about babies.”

“Okay.”

They didn’t talk about babies that dinner, but they did the following morning when they made breakfast. And instead of giving the beanie to Protein the pomeranian, Kirishima decided to hold onto it. It’s not like the beanie would fit Protein anyway, it’d probably slide over his eyes.

Then life moved on.

And they forgot about the silly conversation at the marketplace and the beanie.

A few weeks later, Kirishima had decided to stay home from work one day, both him and Bakugou were fighting off some sort of cold – although, Bakugou had one symptom that Kirishima didn’t have and that was vomiting. So, Kirishima urged Bakugou to at least stay home one more day but he insisted he was fine.

Just a little nauseated but it wasn’t to bad.

At least not bad enough for him to stay home.

Kirishima laid in bed, with Protein snuggling against him. Despite his breed, Protein was a sweet, cuddly, puff of black fur that Kirishima bought for Bakugou back when they were actively trying to have a baby.

And it wasn’t happening because Bakugou couldn’t have a heat.

Kirishima remembered he was sitting on the couch one evening when he overheard Bakugou slam open the bathroom door. He sat up to ask him what was wrong but the scent he was giving off was thick with aggression. And so, Kirishima decided it’d be best for him not to say anything, and it turned out he didn’t have too.

As Bakugou stomped out the front door he threw something down on the floor. Kirishima went to go look at it, and noticed it was a failed pregnancy test.

If there was anything in the world that Bakugou hated, it was being a failure.

Bakugou didn’t think he could have it all, have his dream job of being a hero and raising a family with Kirishima. Of course, why would the universe give him everything? It was only one thing or the other, never both.

Bakugou was fuming the next day, and Kirishima knew how to handle him and so he kept his distance that day. While he was out, one thing led to another and he ended up with a puppy.

He remembered lingering in front of the door with the little puppy in his arms, he was slightly worried about how Bakugou would react to him.

Taking in a deep breath, Kirishima opened the door and shouted into the apartment, “Hey, Katsuki don’t be mad –,”

“Don’t be mad?” Bakugou’s voice came out loud from another room, “What do you mean don’t be mad? Maybe don’t start a conversation that way because if anything just saying that is for sure going to piss me off.”

Kirishima took in another breath as Bakugou approached the living room.

“Calm down,” Kirishima said, “Here look.”

Bakugou paused at the sight of the puppy in Kirishima’s hands, his eyes instantly softened, “What’s that?”

“I uh…it’s a dog and he’s ours now.”

“He is?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima handed the puppy to Bakugou, who took him gently into his arms.

Bakugou stared down at the puppy, wiggling against his chest, “His hair reminds me of yours when you wait to long to dye your hair.”

Kirishima smiled, good.

This was good.

Sometimes an omega just needs to care for something – and that something doesn’t always have to be human.

A little dog was perfect for them.

As if sensing Kirishima was sick, Protein cuddled with him, even though he weakly protested, “I’m gonna get snot all over your fur.”

Protein responded by licking Kirishima’s face.

Kirishima smiled and thought about licking him back but figured that probably wouldn’t be the best idea. He closed his eyes and had the weirdest dream about – about him and Bakugou with a baby but the dream was interrupted by his phone.

It was the hospital.

Bakugou had gotten in an accident while going after a villain, but the doctor didn’t sound to worried.

“Not, life threatening?” Kirishima repeated on the phone, “So, like what happened?”

“He fractured his left fibula, we just want him to keep off it for the next six weeks.” the doctor explained.

Kirishima immediately left to go see his boyfriend who was in the hospital waiting to be discharged. A healing quirk could have easily healed the fibula, so Kirishima was concerned as to why such a thing wasn’t offered to Bakugou? Maybe his injury was more dangerous than the doctor was telling him on the phone?

Bakugou sat in his hospital room, nervous. Before applying a recovery quirk, doctors often run a few tests to see if their patient is well enough to handle such a procedure. One of Bakugou’s blood tests came back with an irregularity, which led to another test, which led to a positive result.

The positive result being a pregnancy test.

And now he was waiting for a nurse to bring in an ultrasound machine to check if the baby was okay.

And so, he was scared because – because he didn’t know he was pregnant and, and what if something happened to the pup? If he was hurt, then surely, the little pup was hurt too. While he was waiting for the nurse, he convinced himself that if anything bad happened to the pup it was his fault.

He looked up when he heard the door open, he was expecting to the see a nurse but instead it was Kirishima.

“I bet a kiss would make you feel better.”

“Your kisses are the reason why I’m waiting here.”

Kirishima let out a confused laugh and sat next to Bakugou, “What do you mean?”

“Just wait.”

There was a nervousness in Bakugou’s voice and scent that Kirishima quickly picked up on but he knew not to pursue just yet. Bakugou was going to tell him, he always did and their relationship was built on trust. Bakugou just needed to find the right words.

“Do you remember when we went to that market and you bought a red beanie for Protein?”

“Yeah.”

The door opened and the nurse walked in before Bakugou could explain any further, he figured, things would become apparent soon enough.

Kirishima pressed a hand to his chest, he could feel Bakugou’s heart beating quicker, more anxious for whatever reason. A strong bond between an alpha and an omega did not always need words.

Kirishima watched quietly as the nurse helped Bakugou lay down and she began to start up all the equipment.

The first thought that came to Kirishima’s mind, was that Bakugou had some sort of internal bleeding and they needed to look inside. That must be why he was so nervous.

Maybe?

Then why did he ask about the beanie?

Kirishima held his breath as the nurse moved the equipment across Bakugou’s stomach and said, “How lucky you are that everything is okay,” she pushed a few things and the sound of a young heart beat filled the room, “You’re about ten weeks pregnant, I would recommend not going out into the field and fighting villains at this point. You were lucky this time.”

This time and all the times in the past ten weeks that he had fought and battled.

Kirishima was quiet for the remainder of the visit and the rest of the walk home. Although, the walk was slower than usual, with Bakugou on a crutch.

Once they arrived at the door to their apartment, Bakugou was going to ask Kirishima why he was so quiet but before he could he was lifted off the ground, carried through the door and laid down on the couch.

Kirishima was smiling, it was a sweet soft smile and tears were slowly bubbling out from the sides of his eyes.

Bakugou reached up and wiped the tears with the thumb of his hand, “Stop crying, you’re going to be a great father, don’t worry.”

Kirishima lowered his head into Bakugou’s neck and smelled the pregnancy hormone on him for the first time. It was a faint scent, no wonder he never noticed it before – but it was there.

“You getting my neck wet.”

“You smell so good though and I’m just so happy and…”

Bakugou put an arm around Kirishima’s shoulders and hugged him close.

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