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Everybody Talks

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: @vancityfire13 lol sorry, I really have no excuse for how long it took me to write this.

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“You’re pathetic.”

Coming from anyone else, those words would have resulted in a full on brawl. Instead, you scoff and flip off your best friend.

“And you’re blind.”

Natasha lets out a laugh, giving your shoulder a punch. Although you nearly fall over, you can’t help but find yourself smiling back.

“Come on. It’s Wanda Maximoff. I can’t not stare at her.”

Although you can’t see her, Natasha still rolls her eyes at you. “You’re not staring at her. You’re eyeing her like a piece of meat.”

At that, you finally pull your eyes away from the brunette. You fix Natasha with a scandalized look. “I would never.”

“You might need a napkin to wipe away all that drool.”

“Quit being dramatic. I’m not drooling over her.”

“Are you sure your face got that memo?”

Over a decade of knowing one Natasha Romanoff meant you knew each other inside and out. And sometimes you hated how much she seemed to know you.

Your current topic of conversation is Wanda Maximoff. Dubbed the town’s sweetheart, she not only captivated the attention of everyone in town, but she also managed to capture the hearts of many as well.

You can still remember the buzz that stirred the town when everyone found out about the Sokovian family moving next door to you your freshman year of high school. If there’s one thing you hate most about this place, it’s how much everybody talks. It’s virtually impossible to leave this town unscathed. Since she was your neighbor, and the same age as you, the two of you grew close instantly. It didn’t take long for you to develop a soft spot for the girl.

Wanda’s sweet, nice, funny. Honestly everybody’s type. So you weren’t surprised by how quickly she rose in popularity within your high school. What did surprise you was when you heard people gossiping about the fact that she got Brittany’s number within the first week of her being in town.

When you questioned Wanda about it the next day she had blushed before telling you about a stupid bet Pietro made with her. The two of them were seeing who could get the most numbers by the time graduation rolled around.

So through the years people lusted after the Maximoff twins. And although you were close friends with the two of them, you weren’t immune to their charms. For Pietro, he was more like your platonic soulmate, but for Wanda, you fell and you fell hard. Like all best friends, Natasha did her friendly duties by teasing you about your crush at every possible moment.

And today is no exception.

You’re about to send back a sharp retort when Wanda suddenly looks up, making eye contact with you. Her eyes widen almost comically at the sight of you staring at her, but before you even have a chance to do anything, she’s turning away again.

It stings.

Usually when the two of you make eye contact at school, you get a small wave and a special smile reserved just for you. But today, it’s nowhere to be seen.

The high you’ve been riding on since yesterday falls flat.

Natasha, who misses the whole exchange, only catches on to your sudden mood change. “What’s wrong?”

Clenching your jaw shut, you force yourself to look away from Wanda. “Nothing.”

You can see Natasha watching you with a concerned look on her face from the corner of your eye, but you try to ignore her. It’s not like you to keep things from Natasha. She’s been your number one since you’ve been in diapers, your partner in crime. But after the display, or rather lack of a display, that just happened, you aren’t planning on telling Natasha what happened last night.

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“Oh my god, what happened to the time?”

You look up, chuckling slightly when you see it’s already two in the morning. “Guess we’ve just been having too much fun, huh?”

Wanda rolls her eyes, lightly shoving at your shoulders.

Like normal, you had found yourself trudging next door to your neighbor’s place after the last bell of school. Wanda had promised to help you with your history paper if you helped her with chemistry sets, but of course the second you stepped foot into her house you were swept up into conversation. It’s now apparent that the two of you had talked the night away without finishing a single thing.

Not expecting the shove, you flail to grab the nearest thing you can, but it’s no use. There’s a giant thud when you finally reach ground. Two thuds actually.

The affronted look on Wanda’s face has you instantly curling up in laughter.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh away, asshole. Of everything you could’ve grabbed, you really had to latch onto my arm?”

You wipe away a tear from your eye, trying to catch your breath. “Sorry, next time you shove me off your bed, I’ll be sure to fall more gracefully.”

The corner of her lips twitches up a bit, betraying how she truly feels about the entire situation, and that’s enough to send you into another fit of laughter.

“Be quiet, we don’t want to wake the rest of my family.”

“You just don’t want Pietro crashing our little party.”

“Oh no, you caught me.” The sarcasm rings rich in her voice, but it only sets off the giggles again.

When the two of you finally catch your breath again you’re a bit taken aback to see how close the two of you are. From this distance you can see the tiny specks of gold in her eyes, notice the way her throat bobbles as she quietly takes in a sudden breath.

You’re not sure what happens next. One second you’re staring at the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen. And the next second there’s a set of lips softly pressed against yours.

Your eyes slip closed, heart beating hard in your chest. Her lips seem hesitant at first, but they become more assured when you respond in part. There’s the feel of a hand cupping your cheek, and you lean into it, wanting to make the most of the moment.

“We should stop.”

It takes a second for the words to register in your mind. When it does, you have to fight the urge to flinch.

Wanda must catch the look on your face because she tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I want to continue, believe me, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

You swallow hard. “Right.”

If someone had told you this morning that you would kiss the girl of your dreams, you would have laughed in their face. If they had also told you that she would then systematically break your heart, you would have laughed even harder. Just the fact that you were in Wanda’s room felt like a fever dream. Unreal.

When she pulls herself away from you, you bring your arms to wrap around yourself. The loss of Wanda’s warmth feels unsettlingly cold. The two of you sit there awkwardly, neither knowing what to say. What do you say after kissing a good friend?

“I uh… I should probably go. It’s pretty late.”

Wanda nods at your words, but a furrow makes itself known between her eyebrows.

She doesn’t say a thing as you make your way to your feet. You can feel your emotions coming up onto you like waves. Biting back tears, you get ready to leave.

And then you feel a hand on your wrist.

A tug sends you spinning around.

You stare at Wanda with wide eyes as she stares right back. You’re at a loss for words, not sure what to do.

But then Wanda’s leaning in again. You can feel her lips curl up into a smile when you kiss her back.

Something’s different about this kiss. It feels more intimate than the ones the two of you just shared. You let yourself fall into the feeling of Wanda.

When Wanda pulls back, she gives you a soft smile.

“Couldn’t let you leave without a kiss goodbye.”

You know there’s a stupid grin on your face but you can’t find it in yourself to care. “Of course. My bad, how could I forget?”

Wanda lets out a laugh at your words and then she’s pushing you downstairs and out her door. The last thing you see before ducking into your house is the sparkle in Wanda’s eyes as she watches you walk away.

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The incident at lunch puts you in a bad mood for the rest of the day. It doesn’t help that Pietro’s in two of your three afternoon classes. He’s persistent in wondering about your foul mood, but after a particularly forceful snap at him to shut up, he finally puts his hands up in surrender. You make a note to apologize to him later, but you’re still too ticked off at his sister to fully plan out your apology.

You’re fuming all the way through practice, and then all the way home. Nothing made sense. Not her words. Not her actions. How could Wanda be so warm and then cold all of a sudden?

By the time you finally start your homework, it’s already dark out. You’re unable to stop your eyes from automatically flickering to your window. From your desk you had a clear look into the Maximoff residence. It definitely didn’t help your crush at all when you had first noticed that you could see directly into Wanda’s room, but today it does more to hurt than soothe.

When you spot Wanda working away at her desk, you’re pulling out your phone before you can stop yourself.

[Can we talk?]

It takes a minute but eventually you see Wanda glance over at her phone. For a second you hold your breath, waiting for her response. But then as quick as your hope comes, it disappears when Wanda tucks her phone beneath her books, not even bothering with a response.

In the next couple of minutes, there’s already another stupid idea formulating in your mind. It’s accompanied with a voice that strangely sounds like Natasha’s that tells you how much of an idiot you are, but you’re lacing up your shoes before you can double guess yourself.

The climb is a little hard. You really misjudged how hard it would be to scale a house, but after a couple slips and whispered curses, you eventually pull yourself level with Wanda’s room.

You see the way Wanda freezes in her seat at the first knock. She seems a little confused, unsure about the origin of the noise. But then you knock again. This time she turns around, eyes widening when she spots you hanging from her window. Wanda’s speeding across her room in an instant, throwing her window open.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You frown at her whispered hiss. “Seeing that you won’t talk to me, I had to improvise.”

Wanda lets out an annoyed breath, but other than that, there’s no indication that she’s planning on moving away from the window any time soon.

You send her a pointed look. “Are you going to let me in?”

Wanda returns your frown but she backs away, letting you pull yourself through the window.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief when your feet touch her carpet. “Sorry, I’m not really a fan of heights.”

The look she sends your way has you shoving your hands into your pockets. “Fine, not in the mood for jokes, got it. I’ll get to the point. What’s going on with you?”

For a second Wanda looks caught by surprise. But then she’s looking away, finding the carpet a lot more interesting than your face. “Nothing.”

Your frown deepens. “Wanda.”

“There’s nothing going on.”

“Don’t lie to me. I deserve better than that.”

After a moment, she lets out a quiet, “I can’t get you mixed up into all of this.”

You tilt your head, confused. “Mixed up in what?”

Wanda clenches her jaw, hands tightening into fists by her sides. Your heart drops at the action, but you prepare yourself to dig deeper. None of this is fair. Wanda can’t just kiss you and then pretend that nothing--

“Everything!” You take a step back at her outburst. Wanda carries on, some sort of exasperation leaking into her voice as she waves her hands around. “The rumors! The shitty little remarks everyone makes! I can’t get you mixed up in it.”

“Since when do you care what other people say?” In all your time together, you’ve never seen Wanda bat an eye at the rumors about her. That’s something you’ve always admired about her.

“I care when it comes to you. You… you mean too much to me and I can’t stand the thought of people saying horrible things about you just because we get involved.”

You frown. “Last time I checked it takes two to tango. Where’s my say in all this?”

“You don’t get one because there is no ‘us’.”

“Wanda--”

“Go. Please.”

You bite your tongue, shoving every word you’ve ever wanted to say deep away. This isn’t really where you thought the conversation would go. You’re not sure what you expected, but it wasn’t this.

Wanda’s silent as you make your way across her room and sling a leg over her windowsill. She’s not meeting your eyes when you take one last glance into the room.

Your heart feels heavy with every step you take. Your vision blurs more than once on the way down, but eventually your feet hit the ground. You linger by the bottom, not wanting to leave things the way they are.

“I’m here for you. No matter how much you don’t want me to be.”

Your words are quiet, but they ring clearly through the air.

But when you look back up, the window is shut, curtains are drawn, and lights are off.

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A buzz is already making its way through the halls when you make it to school the next day.

You stop in your steps when you catch Wanda’s name more than once.

“Did you hear the latest about Wanda and Vision?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe she was sleeping around while the two of them were dating.”

“Makes sense. No wonder he broke up with that sl--”

You’re turning away before they finish.

Vision was one of Wanda’s ex’s, one of the only people who managed to keep her heart for a bit. You never told her how much of an ass you thought he was, but Wanda seemed hooked on him, so you held your tongue. Despite the number of times she cried on your shoulder about him, she constantly seemed to go back to her trash of a boyfriend. Last month things seemed to finally come to a head, when she publicly approached him before his basketball game and broke up with him. You didn’t have to ask her what prompted the break up, you knew exactly what he had done for her to break up with him, but the town seemed to have no problem coming up with rumor after rumor about the supposed reason.

It’s not long before you run into the man himself. Unsurprisingly, Vision’s in the middle of retelling his rendition of the break up. “Well I caught her with her pants down and you know what that means. So I--”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

The crowd seems to quiet down as your words ring out in the hallway.

“If memory serves right, you were the one caught with his pants down.”

For a second Vision looks uncomfortable. His eyes shift back and forth as he tries to come up with something to say. He nervously clears his throat. “You’re speaking nothing but lies. What else can I expect from one of Wanda’s crazy followers?”

You roll your eyes. “Right. So if I were to call Jessica, Chelsea, or any of the other dozen girls you were sleeping with while dating Wanda they would be lying too?” It was no secret that Vision’s “sidechicks” wanted to topple the hierarchy Wanda seemed to be at the top of. To say they were pissed when Vision fucked and then dropped them were no secret to anyone. Many of them were just fuming at the thought of being used as a pawn by Wanda’s ex.

His eyes narrow dangerously. “Shut your mouth. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

By now the hallway has fallen silent, students more interested in your exchange than whatever conversations they were having amongst themselves.

From where you’re standing, you can see the sweat dripping off Vision’s forehead from all this attention. Probably nerves from being called out on his lies.

“Wanda is the sweetest person ever and we get it, you wanted your three seconds of fame. You got it and now that it’s gone all you can do is cry wolf.”

If looks could kill, you would be six feet under. There’s a murderous glint in Vision’s eyes, and it takes everything in you to stand your ground.

You open your mouth again, ready to continue bashing Vision, but the world’s suddenly spinning and you’re greeted with the sight of the ground in front of your nose.

It takes you a second to realize what happened.

He punched you.

Even Vision looks a bit shocked at his own actions. He’s looking between you and his fist, eyes wide as he breathes hard.

The rest is a blur.

You briefly remember lunging towards Vision, tackling him to the ground. He tried to throw you off, but you were planted firm. Someone pulled you off Vision before you could cause too much damage, to your hand or to his face, you’re not sure.

After being pulled off Vision, the two of you were sent to the principal's office. With witness statements, it was easy to determine that Vision was the one who started the whole debacle. You were given a stern talking to, but other than that, you were allowed to continue with your day at school.

By the end of the day the halls are already alit with rumors. You do your best to ignore all of the questions thrown your way, breathing out a huge sigh of relief when the final bell goes off, signaling an end to the hellish day. Putting your head down, you push through the crowds to your locker. All you wanted to do was grab your things and get out of there.

Your plans instantly go out the window when you spot a familiar figure at your locker.

Still feeling a bit hurt from the events of last night, you angrily try to push Wanda away. “What happened to not wanting others to see us together?”

The way Wanda ignores your dig makes you feel a bit childish. Her hand comes up tentatively to touch your bruised cheek and while you try to hold still, you’re unable to to stop the automatic flinch at contact.

The worry in Wanda’s eyes increases tenfold.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, trying to ignore how intimate this whole thing feels.

If Wanda picks up on your uncomfort, she hides it well. Although she’s still frowning, she lets out a sigh of relief at the confirmation. “You’re the last person I’d imagine to get into a fight at school.”

Shrugging, you try to play it off. “Vision was lying his ass off. Someone had to put him in his place.”

Wanda’s frown only deepens. “Vision always lies. There’s nothing new about that.”

“I couldn’t let him get away with dragging your name in the dirt. Lies or not, you don’t deserve that.”

She falls quiet. And then she lets out a quiet, “You defended me even after I all but kicked you out?”

You let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I’ll admit that hurt, but I thought you already knew how much I care about you. The way you treat me won’t change my mind. I know who you really are.”

Wanda’s hand falls to your own. You let out a hiss when she adjusts your ice pack. “You need to ice your hand better.”

You roll your eyes at her obvious avoidance at what you just said.

You want to push her to finish the conversation, but you know exactly why Wanda’s suddenly so quiet. In the background you can already hear the sound of people’s whispers. The speculations as to why you defended the brunette earlier today, as well as why Wanda’s at your locker right now.

You tap at her cheeks to catch her attention. It takes a second, but Wanda eventually lifts her eyes to meet yours again.

You give her a soft smile when you can see the specks in her green eyes. “Ignore them. Everybody in this place talks too much.”

Wanda’s shoulders relax a bit, but it’s still obvious how much the chatter bothers her.

So you do the only thing you can think of to distract her.

The feel of your lips on hers catches Wanda off guard. She stills for a moment, but then she’s kissing you back, hands gripping onto your shirt tight like you’d disappear the second she let go.

When you finally pull back you can’t help but chuckle at the slight whine that escapes Wanda as she tries to chase after your mouth. Her eyes slowly flutter open, and when they do, she’s met with a challenging glint.

“If they want something to talk about, then let’s give them a reason to talk about us.”

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stayteezdreams · 7 months

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Midnight Cravings: Part Two

Plot: After you and Felix realize you have no way of contacting each other, you both wander around familiar places, hoping desperately that you might find each other again.

-Part One-

Pairing: Lee Felix x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Words: ~3k; it came out a lot longer than I intended, but I'm glad! I liked writing it :)

Your best-fried wasn't sure if they should think you were sweet or crazy. Following you down various roads near the super-market where you met Felix in hopes you might recognize his apartment building was not what they had planned.

"Is this it?" They asked you as you walked down another road.

You groaned and shook your head, "Maybe? No- I don't know."

You hated that you hadn't paid more attention of your surroundings when you and Felix had walked back to his apartment that night. But you had been so engrossed in conversation with him, you didn't even take time to note how long you had been walking.

It had been nearly a week since you met Felix, and nearly a week that you spent pining after him.

You were so angry with yourself that you hadn't gotten his number, and you hated that you felt so intent on finding him. Especially when you had no idea if he would feel the same. He didn't ask for your number either, so maybe he was fine with it being a one-off meeting.

Stopping, you really started to think more about it. What if you did find his apartment? What if you knocked on the door and he answered. Would you tell him that you had been walking through the nearby neighborhoods looking for his apartment? Would he think you were weird? Would he be freaked out? You felt your gut clench. Of course he would be. This was not a normal thing to do.

You sighed and shook your head. "This is ridiculous, I don't know why I thought this was a good idea. Let's go."

Your friend pouted a bit but nodded. She really did think it was cute you felt so drawn to this guy, even after you pulled the not-so-clever move of going to a stranger's apartment to bake brownies in the middle of the night. Which she had told you off about.

But seeing your defeated face, she really did wish you had found his apartment. She had never seen you act like this about anyone. This Felix guy must be something special.

"This is the fifth time this week we've come to this store, Felix. We don't even need any groceries." Seungmin grumbled as he followed Felix down the aisles as he looked for your familiar face.

"I know, I just-"

"Want to see your brownie soulmate again, I got it." He finished Felix's thought.

Looking down the aisle he had met you in, he sighed, feeling defeat wash over him. You weren't here, just like you hadn't been the last five times he had come. He eyed a box of the brownies, the same kind the two of you had made.

'At least they restocked them.' He thought as he grabbed one and turned away.

"Let's go." He mumbled in defeat as he and Seungmin walked to check out.

Seungmin watched Felix closely as the two exited the store. "Are you going to try again tomorrow?" He asked, feeling genuine pity for Felix as he saw the slump of his shoulders.

Felix wanted to say yes, but he began to wonder if there was really a point to it. Maybe he'd never run into you again. Maybe you didn't want to run into him again. Maybe, the strong feeling he felt towards you was just a one-sided feeling. Maybe it would fade.

Felix sighed, "No, I don't think I will." But even as he said it, he knew it was a lie.

As you drove past the store you had first met Felix, you pulled in, a hope sitting in your chest that maybe, just maybe you might see Felix here.

As you walked around the store, grabbing a few things, you looked at every face you passed and felt the pit in your stomach grow deeper.

Walking down the baking aisle, you stopped at the brownies. You noted that there were only three boxes left.

"Should I get two?" You mumbled. Thinking for a moment, you settled on one as you grabbed a box of brownies. The exact same kind you had made with Felix.

Would Felix think of me when he makes brownies? Will he think of me at all?

You sighed as you felt pathetic for your own thoughts.

No, probably not.

You however did think of Felix as you made the brownies. You thought of the jokes the two of you made in hushed voices in his darkened kitchen at one in the morning. You thought of the bright smile on his face that felt like the sun itself. You thought of how sweet and kind he was towards you. And then you thought about the sinking realization that you had no way to reach him again. And that you might never see him again.

Why do I feel like this? I knew him for three hours, why do I feel like I got my heart broken?

You put your head in your hands.

I've never fallen for someone so easily before. Why now? It would be so much easier if I could just forget.

You thought back on something your friend had said earlier. 'Maybe it was love at first sight. Maybe you're soulmates. Maybe that's why you feel like you need to find him.'

You had scoffed at her words, thinking maybe she was just teasing you. But as your emotions seemed to only get harsher, you started to wonder if there might be some truth to her words. No matter how unrealistic it sounded.

Forgetting to set your timer, you threw yourself on the couch and turned on the TV, your eyes heavy as you felt exhaustion wash over you. You continued to replay the few hours you had with Felix, and before you knew it your eyes started to close.

As the smell of smoke filled your nose, you woke from your accidental nap in a dazed panic. The memory of the brownies caused you to rush into the kitchen and throw all the windows open before scrambling to get the brownies out of the oven.

After the panic of the next ten minutes, you sat back on your couch and let out a sigh. You made a note to yourself to call the landlord and tell him your fire alarm might not be working, because there was no way it shouldn't have gone off.

When the adrenaline finally faded you dealt with the burned brownies as you let out a scoff. "Nice one Y/n." You groaned, feeling sad as you looked at the charred brownies now in the trash. "I really wanted those too."

Looking at the clock, you noted it was getting late, but it wasn't midnight, so maybe it wouldn't be as unhinged this time if you went and got another box. Thinking back to when you met Felix, you let hope rise a bit as you decided to take a walk to the store.

Felix grumbled to himself as he finished sweeping up the remains of his brownie mix from the kitchen floor. He hadn't been paying attention when set the bowl down, he hadn't realized he set it on the corner, only for it to topple off the second he let go.

It was entirely his fault and he knew it. His mind was too plagued with thoughts of you that he wasn't paying attention. All he could think about as he prepared the brownies was that he wished you were there to help him.

Baking was his comfort but baking with you brought him not only comfort, but a joy he didn't realize he had been missing. It was a feeling he wanted to hold onto forever, but he already felt it fading.

Sighing as he dumped the baking mix into the trash, he checked the clock. It was just after six, not too late to go back to the store. His mind flashed back to the moment he first saw you. When your hands touched and your eyes met. That was the first time he had ever properly felt butterflies.

Grabbing the house keys, he made his way out of the apartment and down the road. He doubted he would find you at the grocery store, but he still held onto the fact there was a chance. Felix told himself this was the last time he would purposefully look for you, though even as he did so, he knew it was just another lie.

'I don't think I'll ever stop looking.'

As you stopped in front of the brownies, you eyed the last two boxes. "I should have bought two." Grabbing the boxes you began to leave before you hesitated.

Looking back at the empty shelf, you sighed before you put one back and headed back to the register. Your eyes naturally scanned the store as you went, before you rolled your eyes at your own actions. 'He's not here, get over it.' Though the disheartened feeling in your chest only grew.

You decided to walk home slowly, taking in the cool evening air before you returned to your smoke-scented apartment. You hadn't gone slow enough however, if you had, you might have been spotted by the blonde boy heading down the path towards the store.

Felix made his way towards the baking aisle, his eyes darting around the store as he became more and more disheartened at no sign of you.

'Of course they wouldn't be here, don't be stupid. Your luck's not that good.' He chastised himself.

Spotting one last box of brownie mix, he smiled to himself as he grabbed it. Had you come back to buy one at all? Did you think of him when you did? Did you maybe look for him like he looked for you?

Not realizing just how right he was, he made his way to the register.

As he placed the box down the cashier smiled, "These sure are popular today."

Felix rose his brow, "What do you mean?"

"Someone was just in here a few minutes ago and bought a single box of these exact brownies, just like you are."

Felix felt his heart thump loudly in his chest. Was it? Could it have been?

Felix rapidly described you to the cashier, desperation in his voice. The cashier just nodded, a bit stunned, "Yeah. You know them?"

Felix felt a rush of panic and excitement bolt through him as his adrenaline rose. "Where did they go? Did they drive? Did they walk, which way did they go?!"

The cashier mumble out the vague direction you headed and Felix bolted for the door, ignoring the call of the cashier that he had forgotten the box of brownies. But Felix didn't care, he was acting on impulse. He would not miss finding you again. Not when he had a chance to see you again.

He ran up the sidewalk where the cashier had pointed, hoping he hadn't remembered wrong. Would he see you in time? Were you already home? Just how long ago was "a few minutes"? Felix started to wonder if he was being crazy, if maybe he was too late. But he let his legs carry him, and as he rounded the corner, his eyes widened as he spotted a head of familiar hair disappearing around the next road.

"Y/n!" He yelled out, hoping you might hear him as he tried to run faster.

You halted as you looked around, swearing you heard your name being called. Did it come from behind you? Turning in curiosity, you looked back around the corner just in time to let out a gasp and drop your box of brownies as someone almost tumbled into you.

Staggering back, the person stumbled to a stop as they reached out their hands as if to steady themselves. Your fear turned to shock and then to elation as you saw Felix's familiar face grinning at you. He was breathing heavily, but his smile was wide.

"Felix!" You called out almost breathless, taken off guard by his appearance. "What- Where did you come from?" You asked with stunned amusement.

Reaching down, Felix picked up the box of brownies and grinned at you. After he let out a few more tired breaths, he explained to you what had happened.

You watched him with bewilderment as he grinned through the story. He had really chased you down just to see you again? Suddenly you didn't feel so crazy for trying to find his apartment complex from memory.

"So you sprinted to catch up with me?" You laughed out, ignoring how your heart was pounding at this knowledge.

Felix smiled shyly as his cheeks turned pink. "Yeah, well, I uh- I really wanted to see you again, and that night I didn't ask for your number." He frowned. "I should have."

You let out a soft groan, "I regretted that too, I actually-" You stopped, still worried that he might think you were weird for searching for his apartment. He just raised his brow and you finished, "I only realized that we hadn't exchange numbers after I had gotten home." You admitted instead.

Felix nodded his head, some relief filling him that you regretted it as well. He eyed the brownie mix before he gave you a soft smile, "I bought some earlier too but I dropped it on the floor."

You rose your brow, "I did too! I mean, I bought some earlier but...I forgot to set a timer and almost burned my apartment down because I fell asleep."

Felix's eyes widened before you both laughed. "So you came back for more...just like me."

You nodded and smiled before looking at his empty hands. "Didn't you say you bought some just now?"

"Oh! I uh, ran out of the store without actually buying them." He smiled sheepishly and you giggled.

Eyeing the brownie mix you met his eyes, "We could share?"

Felix felt a sense of déjà vu before a bright smile crossed his face. "Your place or mine?"

You laughed as you looked back the way he had come from. "I've got a feeling we're a bit closer to my place now."

He chuckled and nodded, "Lead the way."

You had your face in your hands as Felix laughed. Leaning closer he tried to get a look at your face, "You really tried to find my complex from memory?"

You groaned, "I know, it's so weird! I'm so embarrassed."

Felix laughed again, but really his heart was bursting with joy. You really had wanted to see him again, just as much as he wanted to see you. You just tried looking for each other in different places.

He watched as you uncovered your face as you poked at your freshly baked brownie, still avoiding his gaze.

"Don't be embarrassed" Felix said softly as he leaned against the counter, "It's cute."

You slowly peered up at him, and instead of a teasing smile, you were me with a bright, genuine, and adoring smile.

Your heart thumped violently in your chest as you repressed a grin. "Cute?"

He nodded and you let out a sot scoff. "That's definitely better than you thinking I'm crazy."

He chuckled, "If that's crazy, then I'm crazy too. I went to that store about half a dozen times, hoping I'd see you again."

You looked up at him fully, and though his smile was still bright, I appeared more shy.

"You did?"

He nodded softly, "Yeah."

Felix felt butterflies in his stomach as you smiled at this. He could tell you were feeling shy as you remained quiet before taking a bite of your brownie. Following your lead, he ate his as well. Both of you shared pleasant smiles as you enjoyed them.

The joy Felix felt the first time you baked together had returned in full. He knew this time there was no way he'd leave without planning to see you again. Your number was already saved in his phone, under the name that Seungmin had dubbed you 'Brownie Soulmate', maybe a bit bold, but it felt suiting.

Felix's eyes graze over you, before fixing on a small piece of chocolate on the edge of our lip. Another wave of déjà vu hit him.

Standing up straight, he turned towards you, gaining your attention. Slowly he reached out and grazed his thumb over your lips.

You stared at him silently, your heart pounding. He did this the first time too. And just after, you had gotten lost in each others eyes. You kept wondering what might have happened if Seungmin hadn't come in. You thought it was too bold to think he may have kissed you. But now as Felix's eyes moved from your lips to your eyes, with a more intense gaze than before, you started to wonder again.

As Felix started to lean closer, his eyes drifting back to your lips, your wonder turned to elated surprise. And when his lips met yours in a soft kiss, your mind went silent.

Your thoughts were halted as you felt what you could only describe as sparks, no, fireworks.

Was this only the second time you met Felix? Yes. Was it probably crazy that this was happening? Maybe. Did you care? No.

When Felix pulled way, his eyes met yours. He held the silence for a moment before he whispered, "Was that too forward?"

You shook your head, "No."

His lips curled up as his eyes flitted around your face, he gently stroked your cheek before he spoke again. "Then can I do it again?"

You smiled brightly at him before you nodded, "Yes."

This was of course, only the second out of countless kisses you would share in your kitchen, and the few of many brownies you would bake together.

What started as a midnight craving, ended in happily ever after.

xx End xx

A/n: This was the final part to my Stray Kids meet-cute series, I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

As always, Reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated <3 Thank you for reading!

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Series Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @sourmooonlight, @jaeheekangslover, @seungminsdreamwife, @thesunsfullmoon, @ink-spilled-stars, @jisunglyricist, @marcillfll, @ultimatestayandminoronce, @cheeeseceli, @3rachasninja, @raehawthorne

Part Two Taglist: @jordan1024, @queen-klarissa (<you showed interest in your reblog, hope you don't mind the tag <3)

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lou-struck · 2 years

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Canned Crap

Keigo Takami x reader

~You try your best to get your boyfriend to stop drinking canned coffee.

Warnings: mentions of food, eating, cooking, caffeine overconsumption, food as a love language, and overworking

There are a few sounds in the mornings that hurt your heart a bit.

The first is the sound of Keigo's alarm, not because it wakes you up, but because it signals your boyfriend that he must leave the sheets' warm comfort to risk his life taking down villains.

The second is the sound of him trying his best to shut the door as he leaves, The shutting itself is quiet, but his locking the door behind will always sound the same.

End of the third, perhaps the worst sound of all is the sound of Keigo cracking open a can of Instant coffee. Since he started training with the commission, caffeine has been there to give him energy. It’s easy, artificially sweet, and reminds you of all of the hardships he had to endure. You hate it.

On his days off, or when he has a later shift. He takes time out of his day to get a coffee that was made with care. There are actual beans that have been ground by a human being.

He says that he likes it, or at least he’s been drinking it for so long it doesn’t taste like anything. But that doesn’t sit right in your head at all. Life is full of things that are meant to be enjoyed. He should start his day with something that was made with care.

With Keigo gone, falling back asleep is impossible. You missed the warmth of him and his feathers around you, it reminds you that at least for this moment he is safe.

Getting up with a groan you head to the kitchen. The glow from the rising sun shines through your windows illuminating the pristine countertops.

It warms your heart knowing that even if he is in a rush and hast to get up early he still cleans up after himself so you don’t have to. It helps when he has an army of feathers at his disposal.

Clutching at the soft red one on a chain around your neck you think of him and make yourself breakfast of your own, one that he would make for himself if he had the time to.

But as you step on the latch of your trash can you see the broken-down box of the brand of Canned coffee he normally drinks. Your eye twitches in annoyance as you cover the annoyance with your cooking scraps but something catches your eye.

70 Units…

There were seventy cans in that box alone and you bought it for him less than a month ago. You knew that he drank at least two cans in the morning, but this was alittle out of hand.

What else did he eat today?

You walk over to the pantry and reach for the box of protein bars you bought for him as well, it's nearly empty. All he has been fueling himself with has been canned coffee and protein bars. It’s not a way to live.

If it were the other way around you know that Keigo wouldn't stand for this, he would want to make sure that you start the day off right, this fire that has been lit underneath you makes your blood boil.

You have to do something to make sure that your partner, your soulmate gets alittle extra love, even if he wouldn't do it for himself.

The elevator doors seem a lot narrower than they did this morning, it could be because of the copious amounts of groceries that you had bought today. Your arms are full and your fingers feel stiff and angry as the handles dig into your flesh.

Somehow you managed to unlock your front door and place all of your bags on the kitchen island. The relief at your limbs feel is indescribable.

Although you had just gone grocery shopping the other day, you have been inspired to create a change in your boyfriend's morning.

Your workday was spent scouring Pinterest and other websites trying to find good overnight breakfasts for people on the go who have to leave early and may not have enough energy to cook for themselves. Normally you are a top-notch employee, but after your revelation today you realized that Keigo needs more attention right now than your work does.

With your list of ingredients and recipes, you flew through the grocery store and even had time to place a special order that should be arriving any minute now.

As you wait however you decide to put away the groceries that you bought so that you can take each recipe one step at a time without getting anything mixed up.

Just as he put the last container into the pantry your front door swings open. A very tired-looking Keigo steps through the entryway.

“Kei?” you say stepping towards the Hero. His amber eyes are droopy and if he had enough feathers to do so, his wings would be dragging on the floor.

"Hey Angel," he says making his way over to you and pressing his cheek into your shoulder. He’s exhausted, and as soon as he Falls into your embrace, his legs practically give out.

“Rough day?” You grunt trying to support the weight of the winged hero.

“Uh-huh,” he mumbles from your sleeve. You practically have to drag him across the floor and into the bedroom. He is asleep before he even hits the sheets. Normally you would help him out a bit more by preening his wings and staying with him a bit longer, but you have things to do.

With a quick kiss to your Partners forehead, you shut the blinds and shut the door behind you so you can get to work.

Opening your laptop you pull up the first recipe, It's a simple one for an on-the-go breakfast sandwich. all he needs to do in the mornings is pop it into the microwave for a few minutes and he would be able to leave the house with a warm meal in his belly. The recipes have you make a few at a time so he is ready to go for the rest of the week.

As you chop and prep you finally hear a light knocking on the door. Your package has arrived, a new coffee maker that can give your boyfriend the little boost he needs in the morning. It may have cost more than what you make in a week, but Keigo is worth it. You hope that with this new machine he will never crack open a can of instant coffee in the morning ever again. It can make anything he wants, hot, iced, blended. Everything is preset on a timer so by the time your birdie rolls out of bed he has a cup waiting for him.

As your batch of sandwiches cooks in the oven you fiddle with all the settings and dials. The machine is easy enough to figure out, and with a bit more time and care you can make him special drinks for mornings when he isn't in too much of a rush.

You continue to work in your meal prepping for hours, every clink or accidental clang from your dishes makes you tense up. If Keigo comes out before you are ready, it would ruin the surprise. The anticipation only makes you work faster as you finish making him not just some quick on-the-go breakfast options, but also a few meals that you can heat up on days like today when he doesn't have the energy left to cook for himself.

After all, he can't live on fried chicken and instant coffee forever.

***

Just as you put the last of your premade meals in the freezer along with a few instructions for how long they should be heated you hear a low groan and some shuffling from the bedroom, no doubt Keigo shaking out his wings.

The warm meal that you made for tonight is set out for the both of you to enjoy, you feel giddy with excitement at the idea of finally being able to relax for the rest of the evening with Keigo.

"Something smells good, did you make me something Angel?" Keigo's sleep-laced voice rasps from behind you. a few red feathers tug on your sleeve and pull you into his arms.

He looks so much more alive than he did a few hours ago, his cheeks have a soft pigment to them, and his wild golden hair points every which way after having been plastered to his skin during his nap.

"I did" you chirp happily from his arms. "Come on let me show you."

Taking his hand you lead him to the coffee maker. When he sees the Machine on the counter top his eyes widen. "Angel..."

"So you can have a fresh coffee in the morning. We can set timers and... and you don't even have to make it yourself." taking a deep breath you then turn your attention to the fridge "and I made you some breakfast stuff too, al, all you have to do is heat it up and you can eat something better in the mornings than a protein bar."

You turn around to look at Keigo and see if he likes the surprise but his gaze is pointed at the floor and his fists are clenched.

"D-did you really do all of this...for me" the emotion in his voice is evident as he reaches for you and holds you tightly. His hold is strong but he is trembling around you his breathing is ragged and you feel the unfamiliar warmth of his tears sprinkling your skin.

Keigo doesn't cry often but there are moments like these, the ones where a simple act of love pushes him over the top and makes him let loose sobs that sound rusty from neglect. You stay there with him not wanting to be the one to pull away first. all you do is rub his back and murmur encouragements and little reassurances of love.

The sobs cease and he pulls back to look at you his teary golden eyes looking like the ocean at sunset. "I-i'm sorry Angel, that wasn't very sexy of me was it?" he sniffles with a laugh.

"Nonsense, it was very sexy Kei," you tell him cupping his face and wiping away the last few tears. "So I take it you liked the surprise?"

"I love it, no one has ever done anything like that for me before," he says earnestly

" I love it so much," he playfully peppers your cheeks with kisses with a smirk, "but, I think I love you just a bit more."

#Keigo Takami #bnha #bnha x reader #my hero academia #bnha fluff #takami keigo #keigo takami #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks mha #Hawks x reader #Keigo takami x reader

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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You’ve Been Here All This Time?

Summary: Y/n hasn’t heard from her soulmate in years and eventually learned to live with the fact that sometimes soulmates aren’t meant to be. What happens when she writes one last message to hers while living at the Sanctum?

Soulmate AU where soulmates communicate with each other by writing on their skin.

Notes: maybe some slight angst? mostly fluffy though :)

At first you had thought that they were just busy. People need to do things like work, run errands, or visit family. So it was normal to not communicate for a few days.

But when you still hadn’t heard anything after a few weeks, you began to worry. You covered your body in ink, sending phrases of worry and concern; trying to get a response. But all of your questions went unanswered.

You had tried for months to try and get a response. Your heart breaking more as every day passed without one. But after two years without a response, you had to give up and move on...or at least try to.

You had to accept that they didn’t want anything to do with you...or worse. The former you could kind of believe, but you couldn’t even fathom the latter.

So you pieced yourself back together and began a new journey. In your heartbroken state, you had somehow ended up in Nepal and stumbled upon Kamar-Taj. They let you in with open arms, and you’ve been a member of the mystic arts ever since.

After the blip, and the Avengers bringing the vanished back, you thought you owed it to your soulmate to give them one last message. One last note to show that you still think and care about them, even if they don’t want anything to do with you.

Taking a deep breath, you rolled up your sleeve, and grabbed a pen.

Hey Romeo,

It’s been awhile since I’ve last wrote to you.

I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but I just needed to try one last time. I just need to know that you’re okay after everything that happened.

Just give me some sort of sign and I’ll leave you alone.

Please. I just need to know that you’re okay.

Love,

Your Juliet. xxx

You finished your note by drawing the little moon in the corner of your palm and wiped your tears away.

Hopefully, you’ll get a response.

Roaming around the Sanctum waiting for a response was agonising. Your mind was running rampant with the endless possibilities of what could happen, and you didn’t even notice that you had walked straight into Strange.

“I’m so sorry, Stephen. My mind’s all over the place. Are you okay?”

He smiled at you. “I’m fine, Y/n. Don’t worry yourself about it.”

He pat you on the shoulder and went to walk away when something caught your eye. A little moon, eerily similar to the one that you drew on your own hand, was in the corner of his palm.

You stilled. That could not be a coincidence.

“Stephen, wait a second.” He turned back around and quirked his eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?”

Shakily, you grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Did you draw this?” He stared at you like you were crazy, until he realised what you were talking about.

He sighed, “Oh. No, I didn’t.” You stared at him.

“It’s my soulmate.” Your eyes widened. “Ever since the accident, I haven’t been able to respond. She thinks I hate her.” He frowned.

You couldn’t believe it. Stephen Strange was your Romeo? Your roommate/superior/friend was the one that you’ve been trying to reach?

You took a deep breath, a smile gracing your face. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. She’s probably just worried about you.”

“I haven’t responded in nearly seven years, Y/n. She probably thinks I’m dead.” Tears began to slip out of his eyes. “These past years have been torture. Seeing her write things, begging me to respond. It...It hurts, Y/n. I just want to let her know that I care.”

You cradled his face with your hands and wiped his tears away. “She doesn’t think that you’re dead, Stephen. And she knows that you care.”

“You can’t know that. You’re not her!” Just as he went to turn away you grabbed him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted.

“A couple of hours ago, I wrote to my soulmate--to my Romeo. Someone who I hadn’t heard from in a long time. I asked him to give me some sort of sign that he was okay. After I finished writing, I did what I always did. I doodled a little moon in the corner of my palm.” He stared at you, wide-eyed. “So, Stephen, I do know that she knows you care. Because I am her.” You smiled.

It was silent for a while. Stephen was just staring at you, looking confused as ever. You were just about to ask if he was okay when he finally spoke.

“You’ve been here all this time?” He gave you a watery smile that you returned.

“I guess I have.”

He stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I tried. I really tried to write back but-”

You cut him off by placing your arms around his neck and colliding your lips with his. “You don’t need to apologise for anything, Stephen. We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”

With those final words, you claimed his lips once more.

Ahhhh my first Strange fic! Hope you enjoyed!

Find my masterlist here!

#doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #dr strange #dr strange x reader #doctor strange fanfiction #stephen strange fanfiction #dr strange fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #mcu #benedict cumberbatch #benedict cumberbatch character

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myths-tournaments · 7 months

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Awful Characters Round 1 Part 1 (6/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

DIO BRANDO

why i like him: he’s evil, he’s funny, he’s a vampire, he’s a dick for no reason, he’s British, he’s bisexual, he stops time, and everything bad that happens in the series is his fault why he deserves to be in: LITERALLY kicks puppies, that’s his THING. Ruins adoptive brother’s life just because he’s Mean and Evil. Kills people. Kills animals. Does weird horrible things to people for literally no reason. Turns people into zombies. Kisses women without their consent. Brainwashes people. Seduces lovers and sucks their blood while a weird old lady watches in the corner. Ruins generations of lives even after his ass is dead. can you be cancelled by twitter users: yes absolutely

BELIAL

Belial is the primal beast/angel of cunning, and one of the main antagonist of the side story "What makes the sky blue". He's the very first primal in existence and had a profound romantic and sexual devotion for his creator, Lucilius. So profound that he commited all sort of crimes to get Lucilius's love and approval, and only got worse in worse when Lucilius only showed distate for him. Mind you those were crimes Lucilius wanted him to do, but Belial was just never enough compared to the second primal beast, Lucifer, the angel overseeing Evolution. List of crimes includes: -Provoked like 3 attempted apocalypses -Organized a group of rebel fallen angels in order to make them Lucilius's experiments subjects later, torturing all of them for thousand of years. -When Lucilius was beheaded by Lucifer, Belial vowed to bring Lucilius back to life…. By organizing Lucifer's murder and beheading him in order to use Lucifer's corpse to sew Lucilius's head on it -Also managed to blame Lucifer's boyfriend for Lucifer's death because "well it's your fault he died since he was trying to protect you so he wasn't fighting at his full strength :/" -He is also extremely sexual and is constantly talking about wanting to orgasm on the spot, or engage in sexual intercourses with anyone he encounters -Also the type of person who kills his one night stands after he's done with them. -Calls torturing people for fun just himself indulging in his SM side. -He's spoken a lot about his goal to Fuck Lucifer's Corpse, in front of Lucifer's boyfriend. -Also is constantly doing sexual remarks to said boyfriend. -He's torn the wings of the one person who was still loyal to him (technically to save his life but he lied that he was doing it just to torture him) -Also he lies all the time and backstabbed everyone we ever see him make plans with -Guilttripped the protagonist by faking his suicide -Helped the protagonist at the last hour during their fight against Lucilius in order to be locked into an interdimensional prison for all of eternity with the man who hates his guts, out of love for him, while the guy couldn't think of a worst way to spend eternity. -But by helping us i mean "gave us a ship, and then we learnt that he left a bomb on that ship, nearly killing us" -Has been appearing in MC's dreams regularly to manipulate them into embracing a magic that will make MC his puppet -Managed to mind control MC for long enough to have MC try to kill their soulmate. -In the spin off fighting game he mind controlled a lot of people in the same way to make them his puppets and force them to try to kill their loved ones. -He's described in the game as "Just, The Worst". -Has this for theme song and we're supposed to think it's normal: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2MHUJTciRg Personally i like him a lot because there's Layers to his depravity, mainly also that the horny feels a lot like an act some of the time, and that he's ultimately a man with intense inferiority complex and self destructive because he wants the love of his uncaring creator at all cost.

He's fairly popular in the fanbase but i've somewhat also seen a LOT of takes about how you're a bad person if you stan him. Mainly i've once seen a call out post saying all fans of Granblue Fantasy are bad because "Belial is a pedophile" quickly followed by "but i never played granblue". Like. The dude's a canon necrophile why did you need to add a crime he didn't commit on the list. (pretty sure it was on the list since he's an immortal guy who's two thousands years old who flirts with mortal people so there is Always An Age Gap but didn't he commit worse than that by now.) I've also seen some people hate him for how clingy he is to Lucilius and how he's earned all the abuse he recieves from his creator, but i don't know if those groups sweeped as low as to call his fans bad for it lmao. Oh right and once he was trending on Twitter and a lot of catholic people started to cause an outrage because "how could the youth worship the demon Belial by making him an anime boy, you're all going to hell", it was fun! There's a lot more problematic characters in the franchise that would honestly fit more to this prompt, but Belial is the only one who's popular enough to have people, even outside of the Granblue fanbase, make judgement on people who like him because he's Terrible.

pollrunner's note: belial's propaganda was all from one person and is supposed to be one big quote block but tumblr didn't like that so I had to split it up a little bit

#awful characters tournament #tournament poll #awful characters round 1 #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #granblue fantasy #belial gbf #wmtsb

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drgngutz · 1 year

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Cybernetic Soulmate - V

BEN Drowned x Reader

Soulmate AU – Implied Feminine Reader

Ben is gone; at least that’s what Jadusable might believe at first.

Masterlist

Previous Part

Benjamin Lawman

BEN Drowned

It was strange to finally be scrolling through my computer after being restricted for so long. When he had found his way outside of the cartridge and into my computer, BEN had always found some way to mess with it, screwing with my files, making me question reality with every loading screen or missing pixel. Even after I put him inside that cartridge again, it felt like there was something leftover; something that was still there, and I still couldn’t tell if what I was seeing online was real or fake.

Without it, though, everything was absurdly fine. I felt okay. I no longer felt the constant watching as soon as I stepped into my room when I got home, nor did I hesitate like I used to when typing the password of my account to log in. Even looking at the 4chan post seemed so… normal.

So why did it feel so wrong?

It didn’t make any sense. I had trapped him, I had given that girl the cartridge, and she would destroy it; he would be gone. For good.

Looking through the comments and responses to my posts were helping me to enforce the idea that I was safe. I could easily responded to each comment now, perfectly ordinary, without any mishaps; I pushed the button and the thread was sent, without any altered words or blank messages.

I felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. He was gone. He was actually gone.

MaskywasHere: I’m scared that we haven’t heard from you yet. You good bro?

gingersnaps-obsessed12: I’m too impatient for this crap. It’s like a masterpiece I can’t even- I must have more

DrgnGutz: Holy shit, dude. I mean, no way this is real, but it's a great story, really.

KittyGirl<33: OMG! R u alive???!

Ifrit: I’d like to hear more from you via email, if you’re interested in sharing more of your story :)

I mostly responded to the concerned comments with simple, easy replies. Nothing too complex, most of them I just assured I was alright or that everything was fine before moving on to the next; I ignored the more inquisitive questions for my own sanity. The responses were never ending, a constant cycle of scrolling down further into the abyss of loading more comments; all of which I had never seen before, no thanks to BEN and meddling with my perception of the outside world.

Everything was filled with his absence. Everything was all right again.

That stupid fantasy was wiped away in an instant the moment I looked away from my computer for a second, before looking back and seeing a new window opened to cleverbot. I swear, I could feel a chill run up and down my spine as the room dropped a few degrees.

Bursting from my seat, I rapidly move the mouse and hover over the bright red ‘X’ to close the damn thing, nerves lit up with alarm.

“Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream at the computer as the window refuses to close, slamming down on the left mouse button with my whole hand and sending it down to the floor with a clatter.

“This isn’t happening.” I begged at the screen, shaking my head and backing away as if I had been burned.

Oh, but it is.

Verging on hysteria, I lunged for the power button, landing harshly on my knees and nearly pushing it inside of the PC from the force. This was a dream, a nightmare. The after effects of what had happened to me, my brain was just tricking me right now. I would hit this button, and it would be over. Really over this time.

I cried out in despair when the damn thing refused to turn off.

“What the fuck… What the fuck do you want from me?!” Screaming at the bright pixels, I stood back up from the ground, fists clenched at my sides.

Just to talk.

“Leave me alone.”

A little rude for a ‘welcome back,’ but, I suppose it can’t be helped.

“Go fuck yourself.” The longer it went on the more I began to realize this wasn’t in my head. I pinched, squeezed at my arms, the pain registering fully enough to know this wasn’t a nightmare.

Ha. Do I disturb you that much?

“How did you get out?” I was yelling at the screen at this point, surprised my parents hadn’t walked in and asked what the hell I was doing up so late at night screaming so loud.

Wouldn’t you like to know?

“Tell me. Tell me right now, or I swear…”

You’ll what? Put me back?

You can’t now. It’s too late.

“Asshole. You’re a fucking asshole.”

It’s amusing to watch your distress.

“You were supposed to be–” It dawned, right then and there. He was supposed to be gone, destroyed, for good. Something was wrong. Had she messaged me at all since yesterday?

I scrambled for my phone, scrolling through my emails and finding nothing; not since she first contacted me about the cartridge in the first place.

“Where is she? Where’s (Y/n)?”

Who?

“Don’t play coy with me, you little shit. What did you do to her?!” I was raging at this point, all forms of fear converting to defense in an effort to ward him off. It would never work, of course. I had tried it before.

I’m not telling.

“Did you trick her, too? Trap her inside that fucking game, like you did to her brother, Matt?”

You were so eager to get rid of me, you didn’t even think twice about what would happen if it was in someone else’s hands.

“I should’ve destroyed that cartridge myself.” I snarled at the screen, eyes scanning over his next reply as it scrolled onto the site.

Yet you couldn’t. How funny.

“Shut up. You murderer, you killed her, just like you killed the rest.”

Even if I did, that’s none of your concern, is it?

You should be more worried about yourself.

“If she’s alive, I hope she comes to her senses and puts you back in that fucking game, just like I did.”

I told you, that can’t happen anymore.

It’s too late. I’m free now.

I am everywhere now.

The screen explodes into a dialect of code bouncing off of other code, glitching and warping into itself as the machine whirs with an overload of power. In a last ditch effort, I try to draft a new email to her; maybe it’s not too late, maybe I can get to her in time before–

The draft closes itself, and my phone powers down. The dread swallows me up with hot and cold flashes as the small screen lights up with text.

That won’t do you any good.

The entire house is painted black, the electricity shutting down and leaving me to bask in total desperation.

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The One

For the Phic Phight prompts: Soulmate Au where after your soulmate dies, you can only see in black and white. As in you see normal colors until they die and then only in black and white for the rest of your life, so you only ever know if you had a soulmate once it's too late. Except Character A's (up to you who you want it to be) soulmate is Danny. While Danny is in Phantom form, character A's vision is in black and white, but returns to normal color when Danny is Fenton. Character A is going crazy trying to find their soulmate who keeps dying and getting resurrected. (from @ghostboidanny) and Wes is the first one to find out Danny's secret. No One Knows AU. (from @murphy-kitt)

Chapter 3: With New Full Color Pages

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[Warnings for death mentions and light stalking (because it’s Wes)]

Wes spent the next few weeks looking up newspapers from all over the Midwest, trying to find any articles about accidents or incidents the day he stopped seeing color for the first time. He scoured hundreds of newspapers, maybe even thousands, to no avail. During that period his color vision disappeared and returned almost every day, sometimes more than once.

Though he'd been relieved the first time the colors returned, after the fifth time all he felt was dread for the next time they faded. Whoever his soulmate was, they were obviously not doing so great. They could die for good any day now, and he still hadn't found them!

While his focus was elsewhere, something incredible was happening right in his home town. Ghosts were invading Amity Park.

A lot of people still didn't believe it, Kyle especially didn't believe it, but after a spectral lunch lady nearly destroyed the entire school with meat creatures just because that one goth girl lobbied for a vegan day, Wes was inclined to believe. Luckily not all the ghosts were bad. There was at least one ghost keeping the others in line.

He never stuck around long, so no one had ever gotten his name, but whoever he was, he seemed to be protecting the humans, so a lot of Casper High students had taken a liking to him right away. Wes probably would have too, but every time he showed up, Wes' vision went grayscale and he was too worried about his soulmate to think too much about the ghost boy.

It wasn't until after the papers had dubbed the ghost Inviso-Bill that Wes even learned what he really looked like. Paulina, the cheerleader, was waxing poetic about his gorgeous green eyes in history class, and Wes stopped cold. He leaned over his desk to talk to her.

"He has green eyes?" he asked her. She turned in her seat to look at him with disdain. He'd never understand why she did that. After all, he was a jock too; he was a starter on the Basketball team this year.

"Uh, yeah," she said obviously. "They're so gorgeous and they glow like stars. Have you never seen him?" She rolled her eyes and turned back around, clearly not looking for an answer.

"Not in color," he mumbled to himself, leaning back in his seat thoughtfully.

Wes' family had always called him 'creative' to his face, and 'crazy' behind his back, because he had a tendency to come up with wild theories about the way the world worked. One of those wild theories was starting to form in his brain just then. Even he knew that it was insane, that it was impossible. Unless.... well, unless it wasn't.

The first thing Wes had to do to test his theory was compare all the times his vision had gone black and white to all the times Inviso-Bill had been spotted. He'd kept a log in his notebook since the third time it happened, writing down when the colors faded and when they returned, to compare with newspapers. That was turning out to be pretty useful now. Next, he talked to some people at school, where Inviso-Bill was seen most often, to get approximate times of when he was spotted.

Sure enough, every time Inviso-Bill was spotted aligned with a window where Wes' soulmate had been briefly dead. There were some periods where Wes couldn't see color but Inviso-Bill hadn't been seen, but that didn't necessarily mean he hadn't been around. They guy could turn invisible, after all.

Once he'd verified that, Wes dusted off his old camera and started carrying it with him. He needed to get some clear shots of Inviso-Bill if he was going to figure out who he was when he was alive. Sure enough, the next time Wes stopped seeing color, moments later, the ghost was spotted.

While most people were running away, Wes sprinted toward the raging battle. It was not easy to get clear shots of the ghost while he was fighting what appeared to be a massive dragon—which was intensely cool, by the way—but Wes managed to get at least one decent shot of Inviso-Bill standing up after being thrown into the bleachers. The colors returned while Wes was looking at the shots he'd gotten, and he looked up to see the ghost boy and the dragon both gone.

When he got home, Wes hung up his old cork board. The best thing about no longer sharing a room was that Kyle wasn't around to make fun of him for having a conspiracy board. He pulled his tin of thumbtacks out of his desk drawer while his photos printed. Inviso-Bill, as it turned out, didn't look all that much different in color. Except for the fact that, just like Paulina had said, he had glowing green eyes.

"Who are you?" Wes asked as he pinned the clearest photo onto the center of the cork-board. He huffed out a breath. "I guess it's up to me to find out."

He started by combing through the most recent Casper High yearbook. Luckily, Wes had the benefit of knowing exactly when Inviso-Bill first died—providing his theory was correct, so there was no need to look through older yearbooks. Him being a Casper High student was more of a hunch. The ghost boy seemed to spend a disproportionate amount of time saving the high school, although, that could've been because ghosts happened to attack there more often for some reason.

Wes circled some people in the yearbook that look like they could be Inviso-Bill, but none of them were quite a match. It was also hard to get an idea of their heights based on a head and shoulders yearbook photo. Matthew Davidson, for example. His yearbook photo looked very similar to Inviso-Bill, but Wes knew him, and knew that he was a good foot taller than the ghost, which—unless he died from being vertically compressed—took him off the list of suspects.

The only problem with identifying suspects from the previous year's yearbook was that none of the current freshman were in it. Inviso-Bill was kind of short and scrawny, so Wes theorized that, if he was a Casper High student at all, he was probably a freshman, or maybe a sophomore. So he had to talk Kyle into getting the school records for him so he could compare them with local middle school yearbooks.

"I want you to write my English essay on Animal Farm for Mr. Lancer's class," Kyle said when Wes asked what he'd need in exchange for hacking the school.

"No."

"Come on, please?" His brother pouted imploringly. "You're way better at writing essays than I am!"

"Yeah, I know," Wes crossed his arms, "and Mr. Lancer knows too, and he will one-hundred percent notice if I write your essay for you. I'm not gonna get detention for this."

"Then I won't hack the school records for you."

"Oh, come on!" Wes groaned and threw his hands up in frustration. "Fine, how about this. I won't write your essay for you, but I'll proof-read all your English homework for the month. You still have to do it yourself, but it'll at least bring your grade up, and I know English is your worst subject."

Kyle thought about it for a long moment, tapping his bottom lip with his index finger. "For the semester," he countered.

"Only if you also help me study for my math finals."

"Deal."

"Then deal."

Wes had the school records by the end of the day. Getting his hands on middle school yearbooks was a pain in the ass, but he managed. Eventually, he narrowed it down to the three most likely suspects, based on appearance. Martin Pierce, Liam Greene, and Daniel Fenton.

Upon investigation, he discovered that, despite being in the Casper High records, Liam Greene had actually moved away before the school year had even started. Probably something unexpected, like family member in another state getting sick, or his parents getting a big job opportunity in another city. In any case, he didn't live in Amity Park anymore, so he was off the list.

And then there were two.

"Hey," Wes stopped a guy in the hallway. He didn't know the freshman's name, but he'd seen the kid hanging around Daniel Fenton, and he was pretty sure they were close. "You're Fenton's friend, right? What's your name?"

"Tucker," the boy said. "Who's asking?"

"Name's Wes," he introduced. "What can you tell me about Fenton?"

"Why?" Tucker narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Time to spin the wheel of excuses.

"I heard he was a good student," Wes said. His middle school yearbook had shown the kid grinning widely in front of his first place science fair project, so he felt like it was a safe assumption. "I'm looking to recruit people for the school newspaper club. You earn extra credit if you join."

Tucker snorted. "He used to be. Every since he started high school, Danny's grades have sunk big time. You must be thinking of his sister. Jazz is the brainiac."

Of course, his grades could've dropped for any number of reasons, but Wes imagined dying and then fighting seemingly endless ghosts didn't leave a whole lot of time for homework. It wasn't any more of a stretch than thinking the kid was a ghost in the first place.

"Well, what can you tell me about her then?" he asked. The two of them were siblings, so it would make for a decent start. "Home life, interests, stuff like that?"

"Well... their parents think they're ghost scientists, but they're not what I would call good at it," Tucker answered consideringly. "I'm pretty sure Jazz is into, like, psychology and stuff. I don't think she'd be interested in the school newspaper."

"Ah, well, it was worth a shot," Wes said with a shrug. "I don't suppose you'd be interested?"

"Not on your life," came the derisive response, and then Tucker was walking away down the hall.

His parents were ghost scientists. That was promising. Who knew what kind of crazy lab experiment of theirs Danny might've stumbled into? The ghost boy did wear some kind of jumpsuit, it could totally have been a protective suit of some kind. Maybe a lab accident could explain how he could be both dead and alive.

Danny became all the more promising when Martin Pierce turned out to be a complete bust. Pierce, had shaved his head since graduating middle school, and Inviso-Bill didn't have a buzz cut. According to his friends, Martin had started shaving his head over the summer, which meant there was no possibility that he'd had a different haircut on the day Wes had first seen in black and white.

That left Danny Fenton.

From that day onward, Wes kept a very close eye on Fenton, as close as he could, anyway. He'd see the boy run into the bathroom and never come out again. He'd see the boy flinch violently when he got a static shock from a metal doorknob. Once, he'd seen his eyes flash bright green when he was angry, for the briefest of moments. Then, finally, he saw it.

Danny must've thought no one was watching. He looked around, and Wes ducked out of sight. When he looked again, rings of light had appeared around Danny's middle and traveled up and down his body. When the light faded, Wes' color vision faded with it, and Inviso-Bill was standing right where Danny had been.

Wes' eyes widened and he leaned against the wall he was hiding behind as the ghost boy took off to fight the Box Ghost for the fourth time that week.

"Holy shit," he breathed out. "I can't believe I actually found my soulmate... and he's half dead."

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purple gel pens — part five

summary: soulmate au where every mark on your soulmate's skin appears on your own pairing: steve harrington x billy hargrove series content warnings: language, period-typical homophobia, implied abuse (neil hargrove)

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When Steve was ten, he’d found a stray cat in the poolhouse after a pretty rotten storm. The little thing had matted down fur and was far too thin to be healthy, but still, it fought him at every attempt to help it. He kept returning to the poolhouse with food, water, and blankets though because what else was he meant to do? He’d been left alone for nearly two months at that point and the fact of the matter was, he was bored and desperately lonely.

So he kept trying to get the cat to trust him, sliding it a fresh bowl of water and trying to brush a gentle hand over its back while it drank. Each time Steve would return to the main house clutching his hand tightly to his chest, wincing as he disinfected the new scratch in the sink.

Even though it never quite learned to trust him, Steve mourned the day the cat left. It happened when he got home from school one day—he dropped his bike off and immediately ran around to the backyard to check on it. Instead of finding it in the poolhouse, Steve caught sight of its slightly more filled-out body slinking into the trees behind his house. Steve never saw the cat again, and eventually, he learned to stop crying over that loss.

Going to school with a soulmate who didn’t want him felt a lot like that, Steve thought. Billy seemed to want everything to go back to normal like before he’d beat his face in and noticed the matching marks on his own, before he’d admitted to Steve that he didn’t want him. Steve tried that, and when it hurt too badly he even tried to avoid him to give himself time to lick his wounds and recover from the harsh words in any way he could.

But the days passed and it became harder for Steve to understand any part of what had happened. Because Billy was still looking at him with a strange intensity that never eased practically every time they were in the same room, and he still pressed far closer to Steve than he really needed to at basketball practice—and, most damning of all, he still drew little hearts on the inside of their hips.

Steve had thought it was a fluke at first when the faded lines were redrawn in new purple ink. He’d traced his finger over the shape and wondered if Billy had momentarily forgotten the words tossed between each other in the parking lot. His head still ached from the damage Billy’s fists had done to it, and yet the skin by his hipbone burned far more painfully.

It made him gasp when the heart continued to be redrawn, never making it a few days before it was retraced with fresh lines.

Steve never redrew his heart. How could he, when all he could see when he closed his eyes was the fire in Billy’s blues as he told him he didn’t need Steve? That after all this time talking to one another, waiting for one another, his soulmate was suddenly nothing to him. His soulmate meant nothing because it was Steve.

Days went on and bruises healed. His nose would always be a little crooked and he swore he had sharp bursts of pain in his temple that hadn’t been there before, but as far as anyone else knew there was no sign of that November night left on Steve.

Except he still couldn’t sleep without all the lights on, and the second one flickered he was changing the lightbulb just to be sure that was the only problem. He kept his bat just in reach by the bed, always ready in case something tried to sneak into the house. Steve practically jumped out of his seat every time the class bell rang, looking around for whatever it was that wanted to tear him apart. His hands shook when anyone mentioned anything that reminded him a little too much of that night, of the tunnels and the dead demodog he’d shoved into the fridge at the Byers’ house.

And anytime he caught sight of that little purple heart in the dip of his hip, Steve flinched. His eyes turned glassy and he scratched at it, hoping that would be enough to rub the ink out of his skin. It never worked, and instead just led to him sitting on his kitchen counter trying to apply Neosporin to scabbed-over nail tracks.

But Steve was the babysitter, was the one the entire Party knew they could call when there was trouble, so he always had to be ready for them. He was on the phone with Dustin more often than not, coaching him through the little parts of going to school and finding friends that Steve had never had to stop and worry about before. All of it had come so naturally to him that he’d never quite thought about it. Which was why, he supposed, Dustin came to him of all people to ask. He let Lucas and Max use the living room a couple of times a week, hiding upstairs in his room while they laughed about video games and watched reruns of old comedies. They couldn’t go to Max’s for obvious reasons, and the Sinclairs always asked too many questions, and always made sure someone in Max’s family knew where she was. Steve hated the idea of them sneaking around so young, having to grow up under the weight of other peoples’ pressures. So he leaned them the house, always waving off their worries and reassuring them that he was perfectly fine in his bedroom for the night as long as they locked the front door on the way out with the spare key. Even Hopper had begun coming to him for help now, sometimes asking Steve to watch El when he had to go to work on the weekends. He helped Nancy with her relationship concerns with Jonathan (and refused to consider how strange that felt) and hauled the kids to and from the arcade. Steve kept himself busy, so busy that eventually the hurt only ached when he focused on it, pressing in harshly on invisible bruises he wished would disappear as easily as the physical ones.

Steve’s gently held together peace fell to shit in December.

It was the fucking Hawkins Middle School Snow Ball, the one he’d initially signed up to volunteer at because Nancy thought it would be fun. He’d dropped out the second they’d broken up, but he still ended up in the parking lot of the middle school that night. Because Dustin was terrified of going, of trying to find a girl to dance with, and he leaned on his new mentor Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High and overall total douchebag.

Steve sighed the second Henderson climbed out of the car, allowing his head to hit the steering wheel only once before he began to pull away. How could he give that boy so much advice when none of it ever seemed to work for him? All it had gotten him was an old reputation, not enough of a future to feel any sort of relief about the incoming graduation, and too many heartbreaks.

Maybe that bruised ego and sharp guilt were why Steve didn’t drive away when he noticed a familiar figure further out in the parking lot. The outline of a car he’d recognize anywhere was parked just on the edge of the lot, and someone was leaning against it with cool trails of cigarette smoke curling up and away from him.

Suddenly the heart on his hip burned and his eyes saw red.

Sometimes Steve did things without thinking. He ran into the Byers’ house last year against better judgment, just because he’d heard Nancy scream in fear. He started dating Nancy in the first place, knowing each of them had soulmates and would eventually have to break each others’ hearts. Steve even got his own hopes up by submitting college applications, knowing how each and every one of them would come back before he’d even sent them out. Sometimes he did things without thinking, and sometimes he really wished he would stop.

This was one of those times.

Steve felt it deep in his chest even when he first rolled his car around, parking a few spaces from the familiar blue Camaro. He sat in his idling car for a moment, considering what good could possibly come from this.

Steve decided he didn’t exactly care, just that he had something to get off his chest before they all went on winter break.

“I thought I told you to fuck off, Harrington,” Billy’s cool voice called out, lower and a little gritty in a way Steve tried desperately not to think about. He was thankful for the cover of the night, if only so that Billy might not make out the flush spreading over his cheeks at the thought of that voice being used toward him.

“You did,” Steve answered, crossing his arms over his chest and wishing he’d brought a coat with him. He wondered why Billy didn’t either, as the boy stood in the freezing night wearing only jeans and a short-sleeved blue button-up that Steve also tried his best not to pay attention to. He found himself focusing on the earring Billy wore, the pointed end swinging in the air as the other man turned to look at him.

“Then what the fuck do you want?”

“I want you to stop playing games,” Steve snapped and held up a frustrated hand when Billy’s lips immediately parted to retaliate. He recognized that fiery gaze, the danger in the way Billy watched him through long eyelashes. If he wasn’t careful, then his barely-healed face would receive another blow for sure. Steve was sure it would be worth it, this time. “Either you want me around, or you don’t. There’s no in-between, I can’t do that, man.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Billy gruffed out, turning his head back to stare ahead of him, lips wrapping around his cigarette for another drag.

“The fucking hearts, Billy!” Steve shouted, hands flying wildly in the air in his frustration. He hoped most everyone had already gone into the building, that the growing wind was enough to conceal their words from anyone else. “You can’t keep doing this to me, it’s messing me up.”

“Oh, am I hurting the poor princess’s feelings?” Billy cooed in saccharine daggers, an amused smirk pulling up the corner of his lips. “I didn’t realize you needed coddling, Harrington.”

“Just stop, okay? What the hell is wrong with you?” His chest buzzed so hard it hurt, making him want to shake out the energy through his arms, legs, anything that could possibly keep him standing there and taking the harsh words thrown at him. Because like it or not, Steve needed closure, now. If this kept carrying on then he would never be able to recover. At least now, before anything happened between them, Steve could pretend that the universe had made a mistake with them, that there was still someone out there who would want to keep him around.

“You want an itemized list or what, pretty boy?”

“Don’t,” Steve warned, surging forward to grab a fistful of Billy’s shirt. It surprised the other boy enough that he dropped his cigarette on the pavement, blue eyes watching with pure amusement and that same intense look. “Stop calling me that, stop pushing me around, and stop drawing that fucking heart on me.”

“You’re pretty fuckin’ hot when you’re mad, princess.”

Steve let out a frustrated shout, dropping his hold on Billy and tilting his head back to the sky as if it had answers for him. How was he meant to deal with the most irritating person he’d ever met for the rest of his life? You won’t have to, he doesn’t fucking want you, remember?

“Is it your life mission to annoy the hell out of me?” Steve groaned, pushing his hand through his hair to keep it busy.

“Is it working?” Billy teased, flashing a toothy grin before his expression fell back into something more familiar—barely-there smirk, eyebrow slightly raised, hard look to his blue eyes. “You haven’t told anyone about,” Billy paused only to gesture between them with a finger, “you know, this?”

“Why would I, there’s nothing here, right Hargrove?” Steve shot back, feeling only a brief satisfaction at the shock of hurt that spread over Billy’s expression before it was pulled tight once more. And maybe it was the fact that Steve was genuinely trying to be a better person after the breakup with Nancy, or maybe it was that the slight fear in Billy’s eyes hurt more than he wanted to let on. Because Steve had caused that himself, had forced the words out with enough harshness to burn.

So he sighed, consulting with the sky once more before correcting, “No, I haven’t told anyone. The kids figured it out the same night we did, they’re too smart for their own goods sometimes.”

Something flashed in Billy’s eyes, something a little too close to fear for Steve’s liking. “All the dipshits?”

It was a confusing question until Steve ran a mental checklist of all the kids that seemed to follow him around like lost ducks and, yeah, well, that made too much fucking sense. “Yeah, yeah all of them. Even your s—”

“I get it,” Billy voiced, practically hissing the words out through his clenched jaw.

“I’ve sworn them to secrecy,” Steve rushed out. “They won’t say anything, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, princess.”

It was getting to be too painful. He hated the way Billy’s eyes focused on his face, flitting about as he seemed to trace every inch of it in his mind. He hated the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips periodically or the way his smirk made his body feel like it would burn up. He hated the way Billy sounded when he called him that, the low tone of his voice forming around the word ‘princess’. He thought hearing Billy calling him ‘King Steve’ affected him, but that was nothing with the way his stomach buzzed after hearing that.

And that, well.

Steve didn’t particularly want to analyze that part of him any more than absolutely necessary.

“I just want to forget any of this happened, okay?” Steve sighed, hoping there wouldn’t be a fist to his nose at his indignation.

“Forget,” Billy sounded the word like it was foreign to his tongue, strange around his lips. He spat the word out on the pavement like he might spit out blood after a particularly brutal fight, and it was like any beginnings of easiness between them were shut out in that moment. Billy stood fully from where he leaned on the Camaro, already grabbing his keys out of his jeans pocket. “Yeah, we can forget, princess.”

And as the car peeled away, Steve was left with the feeling that he fucked up.

He was reminded of that feeling an hour later when the heart disappeared on his hip, being replaced by what looked like a friction burn like Billy had rubbed it off too harshly.

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Review of my 2023 Writing

I don’t typically post about my fanfics, just reblogging posts made about them by fest mods and the spare reccer but I’ve decided I’d like to change that a bit. So my first attempt is going to be this summary of what I’ve done this year.

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Stats

Word Count Posted: 144,496

Fic Count Posted: 7

Art Posted: 1 (First time)

Updated Series: 2

Fandoms/Ships: HP: 4 Dron, 2 Drarry, 1 Dron Friendship

Fests: @harrydracompreg, @unleashed-fest, @hp-soulmates, @hprarepairfest, and @pumpkinspiceficfest

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Fics Posted

take me home, you're my, my, my, my... (Drarry, 157.4k, E)

Potter – I have found myself in a position in which I am desperate for assistance. I know I have no right to reach out to you for help, but I know of no other option. Could you be amenable to meet up with me someplace private, can be of your choosing, to discuss this matter? Please. Draco Malfoy A Malfoy mystery. His favorite kind.

I’ve been writing this one since Nov 2021 and I unfortunately was only able to update one chapter on it all year long. I yearn for my muse for this fic to return to me so I can finish this bad boy off.

in a party bathroom (Drarry, 16.4k, M, HD Mpreg fest)

He hadn't even wanted to go to the ridiculous party, let alone planned on shagging Potter in a port-a-john while he was there. But he did, and oh, what fun the consequences it brought were...

This one has found itself on a few rec lists this year and I’m very pleased about that. Thank you to everyone who has enjoyed it and promoted it💖

boy, you might have me believing i don't always have to be alone (Dron Friendship, 102.1k, M)

Eighth year was not nearly as painful as he expected it to be. Honestly, Ron would be on cloud nine if only Harry would let them help him. But Harry kept insisting he was fine; his denial was so strong he didn't even see how bloody weird it was that he didn't care that Malfoy was acting weird. It only made sense then to Ron that with Harry not up for the task, it was on Ron's shoulders to watch and take care of the prat.

Started this in Nov 2022 and this year I did Chapters 9-18. This baby lives in my head allll the bloody time, if only that could then translate onto the keyboard with as much ease, then I could have it done already. This one isn’t all that popular, but I’ve got a small gathering of devotees, and that makes it so freaking special 🥰

unless you're choosing me (Dron, 31.4k, M, Soulmate Fest)

A soulmate was a choice. It was two people deciding to spend the rest of their lives together, weathering any storm. That was a fact that Ron would hold as truth for the rest of his life. Even when the Unspeakables found a spell in some ancient text that tied soulmates together with a red cord and showed them a moment of their "true love". It was a hoax, he was sure of it. But no one else agreed, willing to upend their lives just because a stupid spell said so. Ron wouldn't have minded so much if it hadn't wrecked his.

OMG, this fic. I was just freaking perusing the Soulmate Fest prompt list out of curiosity only, NO intention of participating since the due date was like in under two weeks. But then I saw this one prompt (Thank you Dr.P’s hubby) and I was struck dumb with an idea, then wrote the first 11.4k in 24hrs, breaking my record by an extra 2.5k. Honestly so fucking baffled by myself when 3k on a normal day is a stretch.

misty morning comes again (Dron, 4.4k, M, Unleashed Fest)

Every morning without snow on the ground or rain that turned the land into a slip and slide of mud and wet grass, Ron ran the property with his misfit herd of barnyard animals close behind him. The thrilling tease of watching Ron's solid, sweat-glistening body do its lap around the misty morning pond was just about the only thing that could get Draco willingly out of bed so soon after the summer sun rose. Barn chores and animal butts certainly weren't going to do it.

Hands Down My Favorite thing I’ve written this year. I give it a quick reread all the time. I normally don’t care too much about my stats. But I love this fic so bloody much that it bothers me a weeee bit that it’s my lowest hit fic. Only really cuz I get so much joy from it that I just wanna share that joy with others but it seems to have passed under people’s radar.

all of this silence and patience (Dron, 9.9k, M, Pumpkin Spice Fest)

Thanks to the lack of a natural baby boom after the war, The Post-War Reunification and Family Reformation Act of 2003 passed, damning Draco to a long, miserable life with Ronald Bloody Weasley. With nothing left to lose, they might as well try Luna's suggestion, even if the idea of snuggling Weasley sounded like a unique method of torture. Pumpkin Spice Fest Prompt: Morning Fog, Snuggles, and Marriage Law

This was the first fest I’ve ever done with a max word count and I honestly thought 10k was plenty for my idea with this prompt… I ended up having to cut three sections and hunt down every possible contraction I could create to make it three words shy of the max 😶

your seat, it's the best seat (Dron, 17.4k, E, Rare Pair Fest)

In the moment, it hadn’t occurred to him that taunting Draco into sitting on his lap once would open the door for Draco to keep doing so, even when other chairs existed. Nor had he known that the consequence of becoming Draco's furniture was how hard he'd fall in love with someone who didn't fancy him back.

I almost pitched this fic so many times. It was a fucking brawl to finish it. Thank you, Amia, for reading it over tho and hyping it up. I’m way more proud of it than I was then and I appreciate you convincing me to persevere 💖

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Art Posted

[ART] how the hell... (Drarry, G, Unleashed Fest)

Prompt: Harry has no idea how a white highland cow got inside 12 Grimmauld Place, nor why it seems to have a strange affinity for the fancy French chocolates one of his admirers keeps sending him...

Never have I thought I’d participate in a fest with my art, but here we are. I’m honestly quite proud of it…. As long as I don’t think about my struggles with perspective… but hey, my little dumb details like the scrub brushes in the sink and the post-it notes are my favorite things I’ve done. Also??? I’ve never drawn an animal before so I’m proud of that too tbh

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Overall Notes For The Year ✨

I cannot believe how many fests I participated in this year and how many I was so sad to not be able to do like Kinktober and Deflower December. But I’m so so thankful that I participated in the ones I did because it led me to fest servers where I really got a chance to alpha and beta for other writers. Not only did I get to talk to awesome people and make a friend, but these wonderful writers undid so much damage from some bad shit that happened to me in high school English classes. I have been denying myself becoming a professional editor despite my love of it for a decade but between my therapist’s support and these writers insisting I had talents as an editor, even requesting my little write-up about beefing up your writing in 2nd edits, I’m now ready to face those fears. It’s gonna be tough but I’m also so excited in a way I’ve never felt about life outside of writing fanfiction.

(Also, what the fuck is up with me having my word counts end in .4? I managed that in 5 out of 7 fics as well as my overall for the year??? Odd AF)

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2024 Goals

Right now, I have plans for participating in Knot, Dronarry, HD Mpreg, and Love of a Weasley fest with dreams of participating in SEVERAL others. I also HOPE with every fiber of my being that I finish ‘take me home...’ and part one of ‘boy, you might have me...’ in 2024. Got my fingers to fucking crossed for that 🤞🤞🤞

✨May we all have a year full of the planets called Free Time, Great Ideas, and Energy (and Skill for those like me who have skill loss when overwhelmed with life) being aligned so we can create all those wonderful fics floating in the universe, begging to be shared.✨

#ao3 writer #harry potter #Year in Review #Fic in review #2023 #hp fan art #fanfiction #hp fanfic #drarry #drarry art #Dron #draco x ron

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years

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Monthly Follower Recs

Monthly follower recommendations for the month of May, 2022

Act Naturally (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil has a quiet life studying film at university and some small dreams of being a director he’s mostly ignoring, but his whole life is turned upside down when his roommate signs him up for a game show and he meets the famously arrogant movie star Daniel Howell

a delicate cycle (ao3) - phantasticworks

Summary: twelve years should be enough time to learn how to do laundry... right?

All the sunlight of our past (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: YouTube is a mess.

Phil's been struggling with it for a while and has just taken a job as a video editor to make ends meet while he figures out whether he still loves it anymore.

Dan's channel has been dead ever since he started working at BBC Radio One and the two haven't seen each other in years.

During a chance meeting in 2019, Dan gets papped coming out of a gay club and his life is sent in to turmoil. He blames Phil, because it had been his idea to go there in the first place, so they're straight back to not talking.

The only recourse Dan has to salvage his career is to return to his YouTube channel after all these years and make a coming out video on his own terms. What he doesn't know is that Phil is the editor he just hired to help him with it.

Beautiful Liar (ao3) - withawhimper

Summary: A devastating revelation from a cute stranger sitting in the bar where Dan is supposed to be meeting his boyfriend rocks Dan's world- but it turns out that might not be such a bad thing

Bells For Becca (ao3) - asherisnotfunny

Summary: Phil’s long-term girlfriend mysteriously vanishes without a trace. With her history of suicide attempts her family fears the worst. He, however, does not lose hope. He spends 5 years desperately searching for her. Just when he thinks of giving up he receives new information on her possible whereabouts… One thing is for sure: a person can change a lot in 5 years.

cherry blossom (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It had been a silly dream at first. The idea to have a cherry blossom tree in their garden they didn't even have yet. It hadn't felt like it was something that would really happen.

But it was real. Dan was watching their tree, Phil's arms around him, and hoping they would get to see its first bloom soon.

First Impressions (Perhaps I Was Wrong) (ao3) - Ablissa

Summary: Phil Lester goes back to university for his third year, expecting to live in the dorms with his childhood best friend PJ. That’s how it’s been for the past years, after all. However, due to a mistake of some sort, he finds himself with a new roommate to spend the semester with. Daniel Howell, three years his junior, has rich brown eyes, a laptop to hide them behind, and not more than two words to spare in Phil’s direction. Phil is no fortune teller, but he foresees the upcoming months will be filled with a whole lot of awkward silence.Unless, of course, Dan proves him wrong… Could one little mistake lead to something entirely life-changing? Perhaps it could. After all, nearly everything changes when Phil meets Dan.

From the Corner Desk (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan spends a lot of time sitting at his desk.

Inheriting Love (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: Dan lives and works in a small village where everyone knows everyone. A place where everything is typical, until Phil comes along.

i only have eyes for you (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “I just think it’s unfair that I can’t have a single normal eye experience,” Phil complains.

Kindly Calm me Down (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Singapore is hot and crowded and full of social interaction. Sometimes, Dan needs a moment to deal with it all, and Phil is amazing at providing just that.

Life is a Test (And I Get Bad Marks) - botanistlester

Summary: Soulmate au where the first thing you think when you see your soulmate for the first time appears on their skin. Dan has always been known as the most badass guy in school; Until Phil Lester shows up, that is. Feeling like his image is at risk, he lashes out, causing an all-out war between the two.

push and pull (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: “I know, I know. I’m supposed to stop assuming people are mind readers,” Dan says as he reaches up to tug at his hair. It’s not quite a nervous habit, but it is something that settles his nervous system.

A fic about managing expectations and unmet needs.

saucy giggles (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: A ficlet about a certain ice cream insta story.

show you my teeth (ao3) - CapriciousCrab

Summary: Sometimes his anxiety is a vicious thing...

Still Hearing Voices (ao3) - coffeephan (expensiveharry)

Summary: Dan can feel things starting to get bad again. Phil takes him to the zoo about it.

strike a deal, kiss my lips (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Witches were the only magical beings capable of binding and controlling demons. It required a complicated ritual and crazy amounts of magic.

It happening on accident was practically unheard of until Phil came along and got tangled up with a snarky and dangerous demon named Dan. Suddenly bound together, Phil must grapple with control over a chaotic demon that wants to strip the skin from his bones.

And maybe strip the clothes off of his body as well.

The Odyssey - dansphlevels

Summary: High school au where Phil is bullied for being gay and Dan thinks he should have just stayed in the closet. But it just so happens Phil has a big family and can’t get any studying done, and Dan’s house is the perfect place to study.

we never change (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: different decade same laundry problems

you're always busy being make-believe (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: "If there is a start then it was probably just a quick fleeting thought of oh, he’s cute which had just been a statement of fact when confronted with Dan’s curls, freckles and dimples at the coffee machine. Dan has one of those perfectly put together faces that catch at some deeply hidden part of Phil (who does not have one of those faces). He had said who’s that? to PJ who replied that’s Dan, he did some amazing project with, like, cell manipulation or something, years ago. I don’t think he’s done anything here though. He’s cute, right? and Phil had said I didn’t really notice, which implied that there had been some noticing, just not much. Just not to the level that would come later.

Dan is surprised to see Phil, every time he collects him during the alarms, like he’s shocked to have been remembered. Sometimes he reaches out his arm to Phil and Phil wonders if he wants to be carried, lifted right out of the building. I can fly he tells Dan, in his daydreams, where do you want to go?"

Or: Phil is a (not so) average Friendly Neighbourhood Superhero who has a hard time keeping up this secret identity thing.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #recs #followerrecs #masterlists

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female-overlord-3 · 2 years

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Settle Down

Part 1 - Part 2

Penguin Daemon AU!

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Open Space Ch 2

First month

Michael did everything to keep himself busy, to only think about Alex and Andy when he got really low, but at least it wasn't hard to stay distracted.

He had the junkyard with Old Man Sander begrudgingly showing him the ropes when he'd get stuck. Arturo at the Crashdown when he and Rosa needed help. Figuring out school things with Isobel and Max. Out late searching for whatever random piece of the alien ship tech he can with Rosa when they can't stand being in Roswell.

If anything Michael would say he's been doing fine, even great! Deva's just lying about him being miserable. She keeps spreading that damn lie until they finally receive something from Alex and Andy, where he all but crumples to his knees from the cheesy postcard that has a random little alien drawn in familiar handwriting holding a heart. There are some tears and one of the old junkers gets a little crushed.

It takes a week before he shows anyone else and even then he doesn’t let anyone actually touch it.

Miss you. Next one will be soon. May not be the same stars but it’s the same endless space keeping us linked.

A.M.

First year

It took a whole year, an actual whole year before Alex and Michael were able to see each other again because Alex was finally on leave.

“I can do it, I told you my persuasion is so good I made Dickbag Long walk into the women's room!"

Michael quickly gives up when he sees the anxious frown on Alex's face, lifting up to kiss it away. They only get these 2 brief weeks and there is no frowning or sad emotions allowed if Michael will have a say.

"I won't. You know I won't or even try okay."

The promise relaxes Alex instantly. Jesse Manes will probably always be a sensitive subject they have to take cautious steps through but the idea of having the great and serious Sergeant Manes walk into the Alien Emporium to buy then wear a pair of cheesy merchandise would be hilarious.

Alex remains quiet but takes Michael's left hand ever so gently. It's still scarred and slightly mangled but there isn't anymore pain, healed as close to normal as possible.

Usually when Michael makes a handprint on his chest they do it the second he's back if they get more than a week but only with his right hand. The firm way he presses Michaels left hand to his chest explains exactly what he wants but Michael always hesitates.

He still does but it's been so long since they were last able to meet up and there's been this need but-

"Please."

When does Michael ever so no to him?

"Alright." He swallows. "I'll try."

He does and it works yet it's different, like somehow stronger. The handprint glows brightly before disappearing like it sunk into Alex which has never happened before but they can still feel it, can almost see it when Alex shifts at just the right angle.

5 years later

One thing that nearly everyone knows, even if they don't realize it, is that Michael and Alex are something because it just radiates off them. The soulmate myth is a somewhat understood concept in Roswell and even less seen but it is unquestioned.

There's this idea that by being soulmates you've found your perfect fit, that once you meet then it's happily ever after with nothing but love and rainbows or some fantasy crap. It's not.

It's two souls that are able to see each other and click and connect then collide because they know they've met their match. Just because it's what their souls say it doesn't mean that translates to the bodies and minds that hold them.

"Everytime. Every. Time. You do this and I just can't hold my tongue anymore." Michael screams and their cars start to rattle. He hasn't lost control like that for the past 3 years but he's just so angry . It's been 5 years and he thought Alex would finally be back, that they'd be free of the stupid military and all the Manes man crap. Sure there would be at least a few more years but it would be inactive and Alex would use the connections he's made to be stationed in Roswell or somewhere close. Not another 3-5 years of active duty possibly on the other side of the world.

Alex is silent and even without a handprint Michael can feel an equal anger radiating off him.

"I need more experience Michael. I need to be above him so that he'll never be able to touch you or us again."

His hands are clenched so tightly at his side they're white, the frustration and anger barely kept at bay while also the need to hold Michael, to touch and reassure him or hold Deva safely, battles it.

Michael is in the same state but his hands are gripping his hair painfully, the feeling trying to ground him and keep the small 2 feet between them instead of latching into Alex and making sure he never lets go, that Alex and Andy never go again.

It doesn't help that Andy and Deva are all huddled together a safe distance from their idiots as they let them work through this fight.

It's hot. They're both exhausted from the long drive with at least another hour before they make it back to town. They had plans to eat but that's long passed now.

It's been nearly a year since they were able to figure out Alex's leave and Michael's schedule with school, so they could finally meet, the longest they've gone without being able to see each other.

"Michael please." Alex rarely begs but he knows that there's something he's barely caught onto the more he's regrettably worked with his father. The dark feeling he's gotten is different from the general horror he associates Jesse Manes with and now that he's aware of it he will get to the bottom of whatever other atrocity that horrible man is committing.

Alex knows all Michael sees is his father's claws sinking deeper into him with their time apart and more time with Jesse but Alex has grown. He's been able to protect and ground himself with the reminder of Michael and the future they're fighting for.

Michael who looks like he's about to snap into a downward spiral as he tries to search for any words to change Alex's mind.

"I- I just- why won't- Marry me!"

They stare at each other in shock once those words sink in.

"Michael-"

"I'll take your last name. I'll get your benefits. I'll be who they call if anything happens and I will be there if anything does." It's all rushed out as he closes the space between them but it doesn't feel random, it feels like something that's been on Michael's mind for a while.

Of course there's only one answer for it.

"Yes. Sure I'll-"

This kiss holds some remnants of their frustration and anger but it calms down to an urgency of needing to be close and touching and here.

Alex is able to break free for air but Michael just glides his lips along his cheek, skating to breathe against his ear then trails down his neck which doesn't help when he's trying to focus and talk.

"After- God Michael- we need to talk about it before but yes of course I'll marry you."

He gets a hum of agreement before they're scrambling for one of their cars to satisfy the near scorching need that's ignited in them.

Once things have cooled down for them to think more rationally, the idea of being married now is paused for later like a long engagement just for them. It’ll be saved for when Alex finally does come back for good and Michael actually has a ring.

Another reason to keep going and to look forward to in the future.

10 years reunited

Michael finds out what happens to Alex because he has Andy who starts crying in pain. They were just a month out before they could see each other and switch back.

It took nearly 5 months, a week of figuring out the logistics, and begrudgingly making good friends with Alex's Squadron before he was finally able to see him.

With a tiny bit of alien mind persuasion and the help of the whole medical staff also hating one Sergeant Jesse Manes, Alex is finally home. Well as close to home as possible.

The Reservation is nice, almost peaceful and just far enough away from all the bullshit drama that Roswell definitely has waiting for them.

Greg is surprisingly a decent Manes and he's glad Alex has at least someone else there besides him. The only other people he's told were Rosa and Isobel but even then he only made sure they knew that Alex was safe and healing.

They've got at least 4 months before the stupid Highschool reunion Isobel demands they attend and the honestly offensive welcome home parade for Alex next month they absolutely will not be attending.

It's only been 2 weeks but they're both still adjusting. To Alex and Andy being back while still healing, not needing to hide so much, being in a place that's calm, being able to be there for each other.

In a way this has given them the time and space to relearn each other again but flipped.

Michael still holds some regret and blame that he couldn't save Alex's leg but Alex joked they matched now.

"You are horrible and I hate you." It comes out croaked but Michael still smiles at the terrible joke.

Alex arches his head up with his lips pursed in question that Michael easily answers.

He's smug when it coaxes Michael to settle next to him in bed with Deva and Andy huddled next to them.

"At least I've got a genius to make me something better than whatever crap I'll have to wait a year for."

Michael may or may not have 3 prototypes ready for Alex to test out but that's not for another month.

They get through the next few months when it alternates between good and rough days before the dreaded reunion is only 4 days out. Alex stubbornly made quick progress to adjust to the prosthetic Michael made so they could use it in time. Michael was still adamant about not wanting to leave yet but Alex wanted to see his made-family and he knew Michael missed his siblings and Rosa too.

They get there two days before and spend the first night in the airstream after such a long drive. The cabin would've been better but it's too far out for their plans tomorrow.

Alex has been looking at homes during his recovery to pass the time and there's been very few he would consider buying due to location, build, and the neighbor situation. Michael's only input being "Whatever you want but maybe a big enough yard for me to work on things?" so they've found 2 and plan to do a walk through before deciding.

Their first day starts out pretty well with Michael making them breakfast and a gruff but nice chat with Sander's, seeing the two houses and deciding on the second one. They see Rosa and Arturo first when they grab lunch at the Crashdown. Isobel spots them outside and gives Alex a quick hug before dragging Michael to help her fix a last minute thing for the reunion. This gives Alex a free hour to stop by the Wild Pony to see Mimi and Maria before Andy starts getting agitated by being away from Deva and Burnir's heavy gaze.

Then the news about Liz being home goes through the town like wildfire. Elizabeth Ortecho is home and certain people aren't happy about it so that wildfire spreads until it consumes one Wyatt Long.

Liz Ortecho is resurrected and this specific surge of power awakens another.

#Malex #malex fic #alex manes #michael guerin #🐧 daemon au #soulmate au #roswell new mexico #rosa ortecho #Settle Down

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 9 months

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I think I speak for all of our squad when I say:

IT'S MINSUNG TIME BABY!!

Minsung poly. Strangers to lovers. Hardcore smut. GO!f

Try to make even ME uncomfortable in my own undies. Hit me with your best shot boo!

💋😻💋

@lyramundana

@sweetracha

XOXOXOXOXO

LOL ALL OF THE ABOVE?!? Okay it’s short story time. 😂♥️

F!reader x Minsung

Strangers to lovers

It’s been five years since Stray Kids disbanded. It wasn’t due to any issues or disagreements; it was just the end of an era and the men were all ready to do their own things. Whether it was to start a solo career or start a family.

Lee Know and Han were part of the latter.

They had realized later in their Idol careers that these feelings weren’t subsiding for each other, but becoming something more intricate. The love wasn’t just soulmates, it was true love.

They never really announced it to the public though. The two were still seen together in every dispatch photo and word got out that when the group separated they got a condo together. But everything they did was just normal for them.

After nearly five years officially together, they thought of what the next steps would be. They had both served already and knew what they wanted; a family.

The house was so full of love for all the cats and couple of dogs they have, but they wanted to expand that family. When they were weighing the options, they reached internationally looking for a solution.

They found a company they loved that helped with finding surrogate mothers and would work with them and their fame willingly.

After lurking through what felt like hundreds of files, they found you. You were perfect in their eyes. They only had a video of you discussing yourself like a well-conducted interview and a file of your DNA tests results, but they wanted to meet you.

You agreed to an NDA immediately when you heard there was a match, not understanding the need but curious nonetheless. When you were finally on the Zoom call, you were met with two extremely handsome men of an Asian nationality.

You had not known their faces, but you knew of the group. You were very excited for this opportunity. They asked all the usual questions, but added a couple interesting things that they wanted.

“Are you okay living in the house so we can take care of you throughout the entire pregnancy?” You agreed to that. Already excited about the possibility of moving to South Korea for a year or so.

“This might be a deal breaker, but we already discussed this with the company.” You waited for Han to finish his thought as he looked over at his partner.

Lee Know finished his thought, seeing the nerves on the youngest face. “We want to impregnate you ourselves. We don’t want to know who the father is because it doesn’t matter. But we want to take turns to ensure we both have equal chance.”

Oh. OHHH. “Like, not the tube shoved up there? Like you guys actually have sex with me???” It sounded so dumb but you were shocked. “Aren’t you guys gay? I don’t want you to do anything uncomfortable.”

Lee Know laughed at your comment but Han spoke up, “Baby doll, we are both proud bisexual men. We haven’t been with a woman in years, but we will find no discomfort in this. Trust us.” The older man had a devilish look on his face and you couldn’t help the feeling deep inside that felt both intimidated and intrigued.

Needless to say, you agreed to the terms and all the lawyers and workers made sure the paperwork was filed and taken care of. You had always wanted to help a couple that couldn’t have their own baby, but this was a very different circumstance that you found yourself in.

The house was beautiful. The men were lovely. The city was amazing. And everything seemed perfect. Until the first night you had agreed to try.

You were so nervous. The men had been courting you beautifully, though. Treating you like part of the family and making sure you were included in whatever they were up to, if you wanted of course. Their friends and family knew who you were and why you were around and it all just seemed so comfortable. Until now.

You stood at the foot of their bed staring at the king sized mattress. They had stood off to the side to try and figure out what to do. “Well, how do you guys want to do this?” You asked dumbly. Literally feeling like your first time.

“Well…” han looked over to his man and Lino knew to take the lead. He turned you towards him and asked if you still wanted to do this. You nodded and he continued. He let his arms on your shoulder slide down your arms until he had your hands in his. He put your palms on his waist and made you look up at him with his pointer on his chin.

“Baby girl, can I kiss you?” You said yes meekly and he smirked before locking lips with you. He was gentle, but you could tell he was holding back. For some reason, you had not processed that you would be making out with them. You thought ‘Put the babies inside. One and done.’ But this was so much better.

While Lino continued making out with you to loosen you up and make you more comfortable, Han came to your back and grabbed you around your waist. “You are so beautiful. We’re gonna make sure that this time is so good for you. You’re our princess now.”

You released your lips from Lino only for him to whine and try to get them back. “Are you sure you guys haven’t done this before?”

“100% baby,” Lino stated blankly, “But, we discussed this plenty and we want to make sure you are as comfortable as possible the entire time you’re with us.”

“We want you missing us when we’re gone. To make sure this baby only knows love.” Han whispered while he nibbled your neck.

Lino returned his mouth to yours as he added more ferocity to it. Eliciting a moan from you as you try to stay in the moment. Having four hands on you is new but so welcomed.

Han decides he wants more from you and picks you up to throw you on the bed. You huff as you take in the two men staring at you. Both in sweats and a tshirt. Both with tents that are dampening said sweats.

“Well then, show me what you got.” You beckoned the horny men with your legs widening and inviting them to do what they want.

The man that threw you is the first to react, obviously eager to have his way with you. He tears your joggers off with your undies and sees that you are neatly trimmed and already glistening from their actions.

“I’m going to make sure you’re screaming my name.” Han groans as he brings himself to his knees and pulls your ass to the edge of the bed. Wasting no time at bringing his face to your cunt. His kisses and hums are already making you whine out. You grab his hair to hold him there, but he has no plans of moving until you are blissed out.

You look at his counterpart and see he’s taken his pants off and is stroking himself. The urge to please him is overthrowing all other thoughts as you open your mouth and wave him over. “Can’t even say what you want, huh?” He says as he crawls onto the bed and gives you his dick. “So fucking eager to please.” He whispers as you take him.

“Oh god that’s hot.” Han heaves out as he looks at the two of you. He continues to watch as he returns his tongue to your clit and adds two fingers to your cunt. You moan over Linos dicks and he grunts. He’s very focused on not fucking your face, but you keep that up and he might not be able to hold back. But he tells himself to do that, because he knows he’ll have more opportunities.

While Han continues his ministrations, you feel yourself close. The magic that these two gorgeous men hold is something you had not experienced. Let alone having two beautiful men at once. You felt the tug of your orgasm approaching. “Han, please.” You said before returning to your blow job. He sped up and you screamed around Lino. You’re release caused you to slow down but Han watched as you continued to please Lino through your own bliss.

“Pretty lady?” You looked at Han as he grabbed his dick and lined up.

“Oh please Han. PLEASE.” He stood over you and sheathed himself fully. The scream you released was one of surprise and over stimulation. “My god, how are both of your dicks so perfect?!” You yelled and Lino chuckled.

He looked over at his man that was giving you a second to adjust. “Because we’re perfect for each other.” Han said through huffs of ecstasy. Lino leaned toward him and pulled him into a heated kiss.

The kiss was all tongue and while they made out Han started thrusting into you slowly. You took Lino back into your messy face and just moaned at the scene in front of you. They were so dirty with the kissing and you just felt yourself getting wetter by the second.

Han reached out and took one of each of your nipples between his fingers and began rolling. The simultaneous stimulation made Lino throw his head back, “Baby girl, where do you want me to cum??” You pulled harder and took more of him, telling him wordlessly where, “what a waste, I’m supposed to release my seed in that cunt that Han is deep inside. Don’t worry, I’ll have more for you if you guys keep this up. “

Seconds after, he released down your throat and you swallowed as much as you could. But some saliva and semen spilled out your mouth due to the fucked out feeling you were reaching with Han deciding to speed up and destroy you.

The man fucking you knelt over and licked your face clean while Lino watched. After he got you cleaned up, he finally kissed you. His kisses were different from the others’, but they were both phenomenal. You felt Han twitch inside and knew he was close. You wrapped both legs around his torso to pull him in closer to you. He got the memo and sped up. Jackhammering into your cervix.

You screamed his name. That’s all you knew at this point. He swallowed his name with his own mouth and made sure you knew how much he felt for you when he finally came into you.

Lino started using two fingers to roll your clit to help you get to another release with Han. The hot cum warmed every part of your body when he hit his boiling point and you finally hit another release with him.

The two of you panted as he collapsed onto your used body. You hugged him to you as you tried to come back to the reality of the situation.

Nothing helped you as much as when Lino spoke up though, “Alright, I love you Han. But let me show you how it’s done.”

You could get used to this. But still.

Oh fuck.

@lyramundana I may have used our story for inspo. Hahaha

@sweetracha you’re welcome too.

@2chopsticks2eyes challenge accepted.

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basket-of-epiphanies · 3 years

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im sorry im sorry ill shut up about this soon (I wont) but song lan pauses, hands trembing, clenches his fists, visibly swallows... like could it be any more obvious how gay he is

#just normal things to do after seeing your soulmate for the first time in nearly 10 years #songxiao #song lan #xiao xingcheng #yi city rewatch

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jcwriting · 3 years

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Written in the Stars

summary ↬ being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkook’s soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. there’s only one teensy tiny problem. he doesn’t want to fuck you.

pairing ↬ werewolf!jungkook x reader

genre ↬ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)

word count ↬ 10.4k my hand slipped

warnings ↬ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i don’t go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is had...i know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!

authors note ↬ hello lovelies! here’s a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)

(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didn’t. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)

You always knew Jeon Jungkook was destined for great things.

It was written in the stars, your mother had told you after he had first stepped foot into your family-owned grocery store. Your mother didn’t have any special powers, she just had a thing for astrology. While you normally shrugged off her random proclamations about divine intervention and planetary alignments, you found that Jungkook was something you couldn’t ignore or chalk up as your mother’s latest tea leaf reading.

From the moment you set eyes on him you knew he was different. While your family held zero claim to any sort of mystical or magical inclinations, you were well aware of those who did. It was no secret that non-humans roamed the Earth in plain sight, even though it had taken humans eons to realize this. After years of savage wars and civil unrest, agreements had come into place and governing bodies were adjusted to accept the changes that had finally been made. But, this was all before your time. You were the generation that was born into the period of peace, the first children to not experience bloodshed before they could walk. The world you knew now was almost a complete one-eighty of what it had been.

Where before those who were not of human blood had to do everything they could to blend in, now could be free of the shadows. Your classrooms had both humans and non-humans in their rosters. Some of your teachers were hybrids. Curriculum expanded to teach humans about a world that had once been entirely unknown to them. One of your favorite teachers was a witch who regaled your tenth grade class with stories of goblin wars, wizard duels, and vampire covens. All tales that you had once thought were nothing but fiction were now anything but.

Which is why, the second Jeon Jungkook entered the grocery store that your parents owned and that you had worked at since you were old enough to speak in full sentences, you knew who he was. You didn’t even question it.

He was a werewolf. A powerful one. You could see it in the way he carried himself. The purposeful strides he took down the narrow aisles, the confidence in his broad shoulders. Humans weren’t nearly as sensitive as their hybrid counterparts but you also paid attention in your classes. Or, perhaps you were more aware than other humans. Never in your life did you have the issues other faced when meeting a non-human for the first time. You always knew who they were without them having to tell you. You just knew.

So, when Jeon Jungkook stepped up to your register with a bottle of water and some raw beef, you didn’t flinch. Didn’t bend under his dark gaze or shuffle your feet in an awkward attempt to break the silence. Instead, you flashed him your customer service smile and rang up his items. He didn’t say a word as he paid, barely sparing you a second glance as he strode out of the store.

“He’s going to be a great and powerful man,” your mother said in that feathery light voice of hers. “It was written in the stars.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

Jeon Jungkook came into your store everyday for the next month. He bought the same thing every time. A bottle of water and a package of raw beef. The only time he spared you any words was to say thank you or the occasional hello if the sun was shining. Usually, he was alone. Sometimes, he came with a few members of his pack. You liked those days. He smiled a little brighter and talked a little louder when they were around. Especially around Taehyung.

Then, after a month, he didn’t come in. Not for an entire week. From Monday to Sunday, you hadn’t seen a hide nor hair of him. A part of you was worried, so worried that you almost stopped Taehyung in the middle of the street to ask of Jungkook’s whereabouts before realizing how insane that made you look, the other part was chastising yourself for caring. Jeon Jungkook was a customer. Nothing more, nothing less.

The following Monday had come and you had finally stopped glancing at the sliding doors every five minutes. You no longer expected his commanding presence to rock your little world. Instead, you continued your day as if it had been any other. That was, until, Jeon Jungkook stepped through the entrance looking as if he was walking on air. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“Did you have a good heat?” You asked when he stepped up to your register. Jungkook fumbled the water bottle he had been setting onto the conveyer belt before turning to stare at you.

“What did you just say?”

You didn’t shrink under his intense glare. “I was asking if you enjoyed your heat. Seems like you did.”

“How do you know I was in my rut?”

“Oh, is rut the correct terminology? Sorry, they always interchanged them in class, I was never sure what was appropriate.” You shrugged and rang up his items. “It was kind of obvious, though. You seemed pretty agitated about a week-and-a-half ago, then you disappear for a week, and now you’re back looking happier than ever. If it wasn’t your rut then I want to know where you went on vacation because that’s where I’m heading to next.”

Jungkook laughed. That almost made you jump out of your skin. You had never heard him laugh before. It was throaty, it was deep, and it was wonderful. “I’ll be sure to send you the link to the Airbnb.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

He smirked. “I’m here every day, aren’t I?”

You tilted your head as you accepted the cash he handed to you. “Clearly, you’re not that reliable.”

Jungkook laughed again. It was becoming your new favorite sound. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to appear flaky.”

“You’re forgiven,” you decided as you handed him the plastic bag of his purchases. Teasingly, you added, “just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

He flashed you a smile that showed off his sharpened canines. “Don’t worry, darling. I never make the same mistake twice.”

Jeon Jungkook kept his promise. He showed up everyday, like clockwork. Bought the same thing. Arrived at the same time. The only thing that changed was how he treated you. It wasn’t that he treated you badly before, he had always been polite. But now, he talked to you. He asked you questions and answered yours. More often than not, he laughed.

(It had become your favorite sound.)

For three months, this continued. The two of you had settled into a comfortable routine, something you relied on and expected. Until, he changed that.

Until, Jeon Jungkook asked you out on a date.

“What did you just say?”

“Are you free? Tonight?” You glanced around, almost expecting to see some sort of supermodel posing behind you to explain the absolute absurdity of the situation. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for the hidden cameras. I think I’m getting Punk’d.”

Jungkook sighed and placed both hands on the counter that separated the two of you. “Look at me.” You did. Slowly and warily, but you did. “Does it look like I’m lying to you?”

Narrowing your eyes, you regarded him carefully. He seemed serious. But, then again, do you ever really know someone? “I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen you lie before so I wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Fine. Ask me what color my shirt is.”

“What color is your shirt?”

“White,” he deadpanned. You glanced down at his chest. His shirt was black.

“Jungkook!”

He threw his head back and released a full bellied laugh. Even in your exasperation you couldn’t help but soften a little. “I’m sorry, darling. I couldn’t help myself.” Annoyed, you huffed and spun to face the cash register. Stabbing your finger onto the touchscreen, you ignored Jungkook’s obvious presence on the opposite side of the counter. Until his hand reached around the card reader and grasped a hold of your chin. The warmth of his fingers forced your head to turn to meet his.

“Come to dinner with me.” His voice was nothing but a rumble in his chest, his eyes so black and all-consuming you couldn’t do anything but agree with him. He seemed pleased by your response as his fingers tightened against your skin and a grateful smile flicked past his lips. His gaze darted down to your mouth and your breath froze in your chest.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?”

“No.” You tried to shake your head but his grip didn’t allow you much movement. He was taken aback by your answer, a small frown tugging at his mouth. You quickly backtracked to fix the situation. “I don’t want our first kiss to be in a grocery store. That’s a new low that I refuse to reach.”

Jungkook chuckled and tapped your chin gently. “Alright, darling. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Again, he kept his promise to you. He showed up at your parents house exactly at seven, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks. The tulips he had gotten for you was thrust into your hands the moment you opened the door. Flashing him a genuine smile, you hurried into the kitchen to set them in water while your mother grilled him on his birth time. You were quick to drag him away, practically throwing him towards the car as you waved goodbye.

“Sorry,” you sighed as Jungkook opened the passenger door for you. “She has a…thing for astrology. She’s probably creating your star map or whatever right now.”

“It’s okay,” he responded once he got into the drivers seat. “It’s sweet of her to care.”

You snorted. “She’s delusional is what she is.”

“So, you’re saying you don’t believe in astrology?”

“Do you?”

Jungkook shrugged as he pulled out of your dirt driveway. He looked so damn attractive behind the wheel it was honestly unfair. “Not really saying I do or don’t. All I know is that there are a lot of things out there that are out of our control. If believing in the stars and planets helps you gain some of that control back, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

“God, don’t talk like that in front of my mother. She’ll want to start dating you.”

He grinned and placed a hand on your knee. “Tell her I’m already taken.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond to that. Not that he didn’t give you one, it was just that you literally had nothing to say. With just one sentence he opened the floodgates of your brain and the amount of thoughts that were flying through your conscious was painful. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach and you pressed your lips together to keep you from word vomiting onto him. No, it was better to keep your mouth shut and let the moment pass.

By the time you reached the restaurant you were a trembling mess of nerves. Were you guys dating? You thought this was just a ‘testing the waters’ date, not a ‘you’re my girlfriend now’ date. Did you have to make it Facebook official? You hated that shit.

Jungkook didn’t comment on your obvious distress, though. He merely placed a hand on the small of your back, ignoring how you jerked in surprise, and led you into the quiet bistro. Nodding politely to the hostess who was practically panting at the sight of him (you honestly couldn’t blame her) and pulled out your chair for you. When he sat down, he started talking. Idle chat at first. Commenting on one of the dishes, asking about the college classes you were taking at your local university. Before you realized it, wine was in your glass and your shoulders were loose. Previous nerves forgotten, you lost yourself in Jungkook. You drank, you ate, you laughed, and genuinely enjoyed his company. Honestly, it was the best date you’d ever been on.

“I have to be honest with you,” Jungkook spoke after he finished his raw steak. “I have an ulterior motive for asking you here tonight.”

“Oh,” you mumbled around the shrimp you had just tossed in your mouth. “So…this isn’t a date?”

“No, it is,” Jungkook clarified quickly around a dry chuckle. He seemed…nervous. It put you on edge immediately. “This is definitely a date. And, also, more.”

“More? What, is this a proposal too?” You were joking. A 100% joking. But Jungkook was staring at you so seriously it made you panic. “Jungkook, if you get down on one knee here I swear-”

“I’m not proposing,” he assured you. “This is something more than that.”

“More?” You parroted. Jungkook sighed.

“Do you know what a true mate is?”

Right there, in that quaint little bistro, on a date with quite possibly the most untouchable man you’d ever met, he explained how you were irrevocably his. His true mate, his soulmate.

Jungkook explained everything in great detail, which you appreciated, because honestly, you had no words. He explained how when he was born, the witch who cared for him told his father that his future glared brightly ahead of him, but only when he met his other half. True mates were rare. Mating was common, the wolves in his pack could have multiple mates or a lifelong one, but true mates were destiny. Someone or something out there had forged the two of you together. You were essentially each others other half. He was made for you and you were made for him.

“But…aren’t true mates only for wolves? I thought it’s impossible for a human to be a true mate,” you asked in a shaky voice once Jungkook took a breath.

“It was supposed to be impossible. Until, I met you.” Jungkook stared at you with a sort of reverence that made your entire body blush. “I have no idea how you are. I’ve spent hours researching. I’ve consulted with members of my pack and others. No one knows why.”

“Are you sure, though? I mean…what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not.” Jungkook shook his head. “I visited the witch right after I met you. She took one look at me and told me that I had finally found my true mate. She said she’d never seen a future so bright before.”

You had no words for that. For the first time in your life, you were speechless. Jungkook seemed to understand. He let you sit in silence as he paid for the bill and walked you out to the car. The drive back to your parents house was the same. You couldn’t speak. The shock rendered you stupid.

By the time Jungkook pulled into the driveway you still hadn’t spoken a word to each other. You stepped out of the car before he could open the door for you. Walking up to the porch steps in a trance, you didn’t hear him follow you until he clasped your wrist in his hand. Turning to face him, you were surprised to see his brown eyes so big. They practically sparkled in the moonlight and he looked so soft and sweet you nearly melted into the wood beneath your feet.

“Please,” he whispered. “Can you…just - are you okay? You’ve been so quiet. I’m worried I’ve scared you off or something.”

With that voice, it was impossible to deny him. So, you said the first thing that popped in your head. “Do we have to make it Facebook official?”

Jungkook stared at you before bursting into laughter. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

You blushed and glanced down. “I’m just worried, that’s all. I can’t remember my Facebook password so even if you wanted to change it I don’t think it’ll work.”

“So that’s why you never accepted my friend request,” Jungkook teased. Before you could squeak out a response, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you forward. You kept your arms crossed across your chest but let yourself fall against him.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you whined as you buried your face into his shoulder. He smelled so good, a mixture of pine and spice. “My brain hasn’t worked since you told me I’m yours, so bear with me.”

Jungkook chuckled and gently swayed you from side to side. “Does that mean you’re okay with this? All of this?”

Sighing, you lifted your head up and stepped away from him. Jungkook was not impressed and pulled you back to him. Your heart swelled in your chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck in consolation. “Honestly? I haven’t really processed anything. You’ve had your whole life to come to terms with this. I just found out thirty minutes ago that I’m someone’s soulmate. It’s a lot to take in.”

Jungkook nodded as he tapped his fingers against your hips. “I know. It’s a lot…I’m a lot. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be with me. I won’t-”

Now it was your turn to burst into laughter. You couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth. It was easily the most absurd thing you’d ever heard. “Jungkook, I want to make something very clear. I have no problem being your true mate. That’s not the issue here. Well, there really isn’t an issue. It’s just…hard to believe, I guess. I have to process that this is my new reality.”

“Really?” Jungkook perked up and looked so fucking cute you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks. His skin was so warm despite the cold autumn air that surrounded you both. “You want to do this? Be with me? Be mine?” All you could do was nod. You were so overwhelmed with emotions. The shock was evident, but a piece of you was so happy. You felt whole.

Jungkook’s face split into a wide smile that caused his nose to scrunch up. He wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around. Squealing, you slung your legs around his hips and held on. Normally, you’d rather die than show this much affection to someone. But, this was Jungkook. Your soulmate.

“So…what do we do now?” You asked once Jungkook set you down. “Is there, like, a ceremony or something?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted as he stared down at you. He had a hand against your jaw and was rubbing your cheek tenderly. “I really didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You scoffed at his ridiculousness. While recognizing you were Jungkook’s true mate was going to take some time, believing that he thought you’d deny him was utter nonsense. “What if…what if we date, first?” You suggested timidly. “I know that sounds kind of weird considering we’re supposed to be the loves of each others lives. But, I don’t really know you all that well. And, I think this is going to take sometime for me to get used to. Maybe we should date, get to know each other, and just learn how to be with one another.”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook agreed. “We can do whatever you want. Just as long as I have you, I’m happy.”

Two years passed.

Two blissful, wonderful years. Two years of dating, two years of loving, two years of being Jeon Jungkook’s. It was everything you could’ve asked for and more. You had never felt so loved and cherished in your entire life. He respected you, he took care of you, and most importantly, he was there for you in every sense. Since the moment you met him, you hadn’t been alone. He hadn’t let you. Jungkook knew you better than you knew yourself.

And, it was the same for him. You were there for him when he transitioned into the leader of his pack. You were there when he took over the CEO position from his father and encouraged and supported him every step of the way. You let yourself be loved and in return he let you love him. It was wonderful.

Except, for one tiny thing.

While the emotional aspect of your relationship flourished and bloomed into something beautiful, the physical side remained stagnant. Make out sessions and heavy petting were a norm in your relationship. At first, it didn’t bother you. In fact, you loved that Jungkook was taking things so slow and so seriously. But, eventually, your needs began to grow. You found yourself wanting him in more ways than one, wants that only he could satisfy. Jungkook refused. Every time.

It wasn’t like he refused your every need. No, Jungkook was extremely attentive. When it came to himself, that’s when things got dicy. He had no problem spending hours between your legs, worshipping you until you were crying from the overstimulation. Yet, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him. Not without lack of trying on your part. The minute your hands went down to his waistband, he pushed you away. Every time you tried to dip your mouth to the obvious bulge in his pants, he lifted you up and kissed you breathless until you forgot your name. It wasn’t until after a year of dating that he finally let you grind on his clothed cock. Even then, he held off until you finished and then walked out with quite possibly the worst case of blue balls. You hated that he did this to himself. The worst part was, you couldn’t understand why.

The one time you had brought it up to him it had resulted in the worst fight the two of you had ever gotten into. It was the only argument that was never really resolved. After the yelling and the tears, all you got out of Jungkook was that mating with a wolf was not pretty. It was extremely dangerous and he refused to put you in that kind of danger. End of discussion. No matter how hard you tried to persuade him or broach the subject, he shut it down. Hard. Eventually, you gave up.

He even spent his ruts away from you. Every three months, he left you for a week. You knew he had a place somewhere up in the mountains and you assumed that’s where he went. You had no idea. There was no point even asking to come along. You loved your boyfriend and didn’t want to purposely give him a heart attack. You hated it when he left. As much as you tried to hide it and convince him that you were just fine, he wasn’t stupid. Being away from him was tough. A piece of you was missing whenever he was gone. And you were only whole again when he returned.

This past week had been one of those weeks. He had left on Sunday for the mountains. He was agitated and clingy, how he normally was pre-rut. Jungkook wouldn’t let you leave his side and you spent most of the weekend on his lap or wrapped in his arms. Not that you minded. When he left your parents house on Sunday night, you’d had to coax him out of the door. Promising him that you’d be okay and that you’d see him next week. It wasn’t until several kisses later did Jungkook finally leave.

While you’d been doing this for two years, it never got easier. More manageable? Sure. But definitely not easier. All you could do was go through the motions. You went to work at the local bakery, came home and helped your mom with dinner, watched TV with your dad before going to bed. Taehyung and Jimin would visit often, threatened by Jungkook to keep you company. While you assured them it wasn’t necessary, you secretly didn’t mind. They made you laugh and made you temporarily forget your boyfriend was miles away from you. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he’d call you to tell you goodnight. But those times were rare. Normally, you didn’t hear from him until Friday or Saturday when he was finally coming out of his rut and returning to the world.

By the time Sunday rolled around, you were a jittery ball of nerves. Not in a bad sense. You were just excited. The anticipation killed you and it took all of your willpower to sit and wait for his text to tell you to come over. Your parents always left you alone on these Sundays, unable to deal with your hyperactiveness and constant fidgeting.

This Sunday was no different. You puttered around your room for the better part of the day. You spent the other part in the kitchen, baking like your life depended on it. Jungkook loved your cookies and you always made sure to come over with at least three batches after his ruts. He always said that was his second favorite part about coming home, after seeing you, of course.

You had just finished packaging the final batch in a glass cookie jar when your phone dinged. You didn’t have to read the message, you knew exactly what it said. Pure joy rushed through your system as you threw on your coat and shouted a hasty goodbye to your parents. Juggling the cookies and car keys, you sprinted to your car. The drive to Jungkook’s was thankfully not long. About ten minutes, as long as you didn’t hit any traffic on the main road. Luck was on your side, though, and you showed up at Jungkook’s house in eight minutes.

Taehyung’s car was in the driveway when you pulled up, which wasn’t odd. Although Jungkook owned the house, the members of his pack were almost always around. While most preferred to travel in their wolf forms, you knew Taehyung and Namjoon preferred cars. Something about being able to listen to their own music without comments from the peanut gallery. You didn’t really understand and didn’t really need to. You had just chalked it up as one of their many quirks.

Carrying the trays of cookies in both hands, you shut your car door with your foot before speed-walking up the stone walkway to Jungkook’s home. The screen door was shut, but the wooden door was swung wide open. You had just reached for the metal handle when you heard it.

A deep, threatening growl ripped through the peaceful quiet and froze you in place. You knew it was Jungkook. While you had only heard it once, you’d never forgotten it. It was when the two of you had attended a party and an alpha from a neighboring pack had cornered you in the hallway. Jungkook had found you cowered against the wall as the other alpha had caged you in. The sound that had left his chest had given you equal parts comfort and fear. Comfort, because he was there and you knew you were safe. Fear, because you could see in the way he bared his teeth and how his muscles vibrated, he had been furious and bloodthirsty.

That’s what you felt now, fear.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

From your vantage point in front of the screen door, you could see directly into the kitchen. Taehyung was leaning against the granite countertop and Jungkook was seated at the island. The tension was so thick you practically choked on it.

“Enough, Taehyung.”

“No,” Taehyung snapped, seeming just as angry as Jungkook. “I’m not dropping it. Not this time.”

“Yes, you will,” Jungkook snarled. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Too fucking bad.” While Taehyung was also an alpha, he acted so much like a beta you never really noticed. Until now. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself anymore. Not spending your ruts correctly is only causing you more harm than good.”

“I’m doing things the way I want to, and it’s working-”

“The hell it is!” Jungkook growled at the interruption but Taehyung ignored him. “It’s not working, and you know it. Anyone with two fucking eyes knows it. It’s getting so bad that the pack is noticing, too. Even Namjoon has realized something is wrong, and he’s as oblivious as they come.”

“If they have a problem with me they can take it up with me.”

“No, they can’t. Because you won’t listen. Your head is so far up your ass you can’t even hear yourself anymore. What you’re doing right now is not working. Something needs to change.”

“Like what?” Jungkook spat.

“You know what,” Taehyung bit back. Jungkook was practically vibrating from rage. You knew you needed to go get someone, someone from the pack to calm the two of them down. Things were only escalating, but you couldn’t move. Your brain screamed at you to run but your legs were rooted in place. “That’s is what’s so frustrating, Jungkook. This, all of this, could be solved. She’s right there-”

“Don’t.” Jungkook stood up so fast the chair he sat on flew backwards and hit the wall with a resounding crack.

“Why?” Taehyung threw his arms up in the air. “Why not? I don’t get it-”

“Because I don’t want her!” Jungkook yelled, the force of it rang throughout the house. You had no idea who the she was that they were referring to. You assumed it was someone from the pack. It was well-known that wolves with human mates sometimes turned to other she-wolves to help with their ruts. You figured that’s what Jungkook did whenever he went away for a week. It had bothered you at first, but you knew he had his needs and that they were at a biological level. You refused to make him feel guilty or ashamed for taking care of himself.

“You don’t want her?” Taehyung was enraged. You could tell by the way he straightened his spine and unfurled himself to his full height. Jungkook bristled in response and the muscles in his back strained against the thin material of his shirt.

“No, I don’t!” Jungkook exploded. “What don’t you understand about that? I don’t want her around me. I don’t need her, I’m fine on my own. The thought of having her there when…God - it makes me physically ill.”

“She’s your girlfriend. Above all of that, your true mate. You’re seriously going to deny yourself of her, for what? Just because you don’t like having her around?”

Oh.

That’s when it hit you. They weren’t talking about some random she-wolf. They were talking about you. You were the one Jungkook didn’t want. You were the one Jungkook didn’t need. You were the one he didn’t like having around. As the weight of the words sunk into your mind, you felt your chest becoming tighter and tighter.

Then, you’re heart broke right in half. You dropped the container of cookies and didn’t flinch when it shattered against the wooden slats. The sound unstuck your feet from their position on the porch and your fight or flight system took over. Without a second thought, you turned on your heel and ran.

You didn’t know if anyone was behind you, you didn’t turn around to check. Hands fumbled for the car door as you threw yourself into the drivers side. Pain ricocheted throughout your chest cavity and you struggled to breathe. Your brain was blank, the only thing your mind did was move your body to get you somewhere safe. You had to leave and you had to leave now.

Miraculously, your fingers found your keys and inserted them into the ignition on the second try. A flutter of movement occurred to the left of you but your eyes didn’t let you look that way. Instead, they focused on the rearview mirror as you reversed out of the driveway. Your right hand found the gearshift and moved it to drive. Soon, you were tearing down the street as your ears refused to register the agonized howls that echoed behind as you kept staring forward. Adrenaline pumped through your system and your body shivered in response, the splash of hormones had created a blanket of fake calm over you. The emotions, the pain, the thoughts were swirling inside of you, ready to break free and drown you, but your brain wouldn’t allow it.

It wasn’t until you reached the end of your long driveway that you felt the original spike of adrenaline fade away. Your mother was in the front, tending to the flowers, and looked up when she saw your car fly into its usual spot. She stood up and her face twisted into a frown when you got out of your seat.

“Honey, your aura…it’s concerning.” The blanket was yanked away and the pain crashed over you.

You couldn’t say a word, all you could do was collapse in your mother's arms and cry, cry, cry.

It took you two days to calm down. The tears had stopped rolling and your shoulders no longer shook from trying to hold your sobs behind your teeth. Your mother hadn’t left your side, leaving your father to answer the door whenever someone knocked. The only person who did was Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook never showed up.

Well, that was a lie.

Jungkook did show up every morning and night, without fail. But he never came to your doorstep. Instead, he was in the woods behind your house, patrolling, not daring to leave the protection of the forest. A part of you wondered if he was respecting your obvious need for space or if your mother had paid a witch to set up boundary lines that didn’t allow him to cross. Either way, you were grateful that you couldn’t see him. There was an incessant tugging in your heart to be near him but you staunchly ignored it, which would’ve been impossible if you saw his achingly beautiful face.

I don’t want her. I don’t need her. Having her there makes me physically ill. Those three sentences played in a constant loop in your head, like a horror movie you couldn’t escape from. You were the protagonist who couldn’t escape the maze, but the villain wasn’t kind enough to kill you off. No matter what you did, your brain wouldn’t stop repeating those three sentences. Your mother burned sage, she pressed crystals into your palms, she muttered ritual after ritual, but nothing worked.

You hated how affected you were. You had always told yourself that you would never be the girl who’d get so wrapped up in someone else they didn’t know who they were anymore. Independence was something you prided yourself on, but you seemed to be at a complete loss now. You couldn’t stop the waves of sadness and self-hatred at your depressed state. It was amazing how empty you felt yet so full of pain at the same time. Your mind and heart couldn’t seem to decide which hurt worse; your heart for having your soulmate so obviously reject you, or your brain for trying to make sense of the situation. When did this happen? How did this happen? How had you been so blind as to not see it?

“I don’t think we’re soulmates,” you rasped to your mom on the third morning. It had been the first words you had spoken to her since you had fell into her arms. She looked up from the bundle of herbs she was smoking.

“Why do you say that?”

You stared at your hands that had curled in on themselves. “I don’t make him happy. I-I never realized how uncomfortable I made him. I wish I had known. How did I miss it?”

Your mother tutted gently and gathered you in her arms. She smelled of lavender and wax. “This is good. I’m glad you’re letting yourself have this moment. Let’s sit in this and allow yourself to be embedded here.” But you didn’t want to have this moment. You didn’t want to have any moment and you’ve felt enough to last a lifetime. Instead, you rolled over, let sleep overtake you and tried to ignore the distant howling that rattled your window pane.

By nightfall of the fourth day, you were forced out of bed. Partly by choice, partly by force. Your parents had dipped out to run to the grocery store, despite your mother’s insistence that she could stay. You and your father managed to convince her to leave and you had gotten up to wave them goodbye. Sure, your heart was broken, but the least you could do was kiss them on the cheek before they left. You had turned around to shuffle into the kitchen to try and shovel something down your dry throat when a loud knock sounded at the front door. Hesitating, you carefully peeked through the kitchen window and saw Jimin on your front doorstep, dressed in all black.

Sighing, you stumbled over and pulled the door open. You figured you couldn’t avoid them for much longer. “Hey, Jimin.”

“Christ, you look like shit.”

You huffed out a laugh as Jimin stared at you in horror, not having the energy to be offended. You also knew, in a weird way, that this was Jimin’s way of caring for you. “Yeah. My mother’s covered all the mirrors in the house.”

Jimin nodded as he glanced at you from head to toe. “I want to ask if you’re okay but…” He gestured to your gaunt frame swaddled in a heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants. For the first time in two years, they were your own clothes, not Jungkook’s.

“I’m fine, Jimin,” you heaved a heavy sigh and leaned against the doorframe. “Do you want to come in? I think my mom boiled some tea not too long ago.”

Jimin shook his head. “Can’t. Jungkook would have a fit if I got that close to you right now. I’m already pushing my luck just by showing up.” He doesn’t care, you thought bitterly, and almost said it out loud but you caught yourself at the last second. Jimin wasn’t stupid, though. He knew what you were thinking. “Hey,” he murmured, eyes going soft, “are you ready to talk about it?”

“No.” You shook your head. A wave of sadness washed over you but the telltale prick of tears didn’t come.

Jimin understood. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he rocked back onto his heels. “Are you going to talk to him?”

Letting out a heavy breath, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I know I have to. I just…I just need time.”

“Take however long you need.”

It was another 48-hours before you finally snapped. While you had spent the majority of the two days that had passed to make yourself resemble a human being, you couldn’t focus. You couldn’t move on. Why?

Because Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone.

His presence was constant. He circled your house every hour of ever day, the large shadow of him in wolf form darkened the trees behind your house. The howling had stopped but the pacing hadn’t. You hoped he was at least sleeping, but then you got annoyed at yourself for caring. You didn’t know why he was out there, it made no sense. Jungkook’s words were so different from his actions it made your head spin.

But, you needed to move on with your life. You had to. The only way it was going to happen was if Jungkook did too. It hurt. God, did it hurt. Yet, as sad and utterly pathetic as it sounded, you were used to the pain at this point, had resigned yourself to it. A part of you worried you wouldn’t know what to do without it.

Shaking off that depressing thought, you tugged on your rain boots and stepped outside for the first time in a week. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, the clouds low and gray. You tugged the hood up on your sweater to prevent your hair from completely frizzing out before you walked to down the back deck steps.

The backyard of your parents house was expansive. The home you had grown up in sat on top of a sloping hill that your mother had turned into her personal greenhouse. You stepped past rows of raised garden beds and pruned plants until you reached the line where the neatly mowed grass met the twisted ferns of the forest floor. As you had suspected, the ground was scorched with the evidence of past rituals. While your mother hadn’t out right admitted, you had figured someone had come and created a boundary line. It was obviously specific to Jungkook since Jimin and Taehyung were still able to visit. While your mother’s methods were extreme, you understood. As difficult as it was to move on with your life with Jungkook sequestered to the forest, you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like if he was within a few feet of you.

With a deep inhale, you sat down on the damp grass and waited. After a few minutes, you could hear the faint sounds of paws hitting the wet earth. The galloping got louder and louder until there was a momentary stretch of silence before it changed to footsteps.

When Jungkook emerged from the trees, you weren’t prepared. Although you knew you wouldn’t be, you still weren’t expecting it to hurt this bad. Your chest squeezed painfully at the first look of his broad form. Technically, it had been two weeks since you two had truly seen each other, the longest you’d ever gone. What hurt the most was how badly you longed for him. You wanted nothing more than to run straight into his arms, bury your face into his chest, and forget everything. Just forgive and give your heart what it wanted. But you remained firmly in place.

Jungkook looked as if he had seen a ghost. Which, to be fair, was probably true since you hadn’t seen the sun in seven days. His normally golden skin was pale and even from where you sat you could see the dark circles bruising under his eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping. You hated that you noticed. You hated that you cared. He was dressed in all black and his chest strained against the material of his sweater. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side and the sight reminded you of why you were here.

“Hi.” Probably wasn’t the best start but it was the best you could do. Jungkook didn’t respond so you soldiered on. “I-I know you don’t want to be here, so I’ll make this quick. I just…wanted to apologize. I had no idea I made you so uncomfortable. I’m not sure how long you’ve felt this way about me, not that it really matters, but I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe things would’ve been easier for you, who knows.” You released a heavy sigh and tried to shove down the stone in your throat as you forced the next words out of your mouth. “But, all of that doesn’t matter anymore. I think I understand what you need, now. I know you loved me at one point, but I’m obviously not what you need anymore. And…t-that’s okay - I swear it is. All I want is for you to be happy, Jungkook. And I think, in order for that to happen, I need to move on. We both need to move on-”

“Stop it,” Jungkook broke in with a harsh voice that cut your sentence in half. “Stop talking.”

It felt like he had slapped you in the face. A wave of humiliation washed over you and you visibly flinched. Staggering to your feet, you locked your gaze onto your boots in an attempt to hide the tears that dripped down your nose. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not expecting it to change anything. You began to turn away but Jungkook stopped you in your tracks, again.

“Wait, no - stop. Stop. Please…don’t go,” he pleaded. When you turned around, his eyes were frantic. Jungkook’s hand was raised from his side as if he thought about reaching out to you but something stopped him. His words were at war with one another and you were caught in the middle, at a loss for what he was trying so desperately to convey to you.

“Jungkook, I’m so confused.”

“I know. I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry.” Jungkook tucked his head into his hands before dropping down into a squat. “This is all wrong. This is all so wrong.”

You knew you should walk away. You had said your piece, it was time to move on, just as you had said. Yet, you couldn’t. It was as if your heart was tethered to him and your body couldn’t handle the pain of walking away. “Listen-”

“I don’t know what to do.” He cut you off but the bubbles of anger that had risen from being interrupted popped once you saw how lost he looked. His tattooed fingers threaded through his hair, allowing you to see the pure anguish that twisted his features. “Whenever I feel like this, I come to you. Because you always know what to do. Any situation, no matter what, you can handle it. It’s something I’ve always admired about you.”

The way he spoke to you now, so reverently and so full of awe, made your head spin. Nothing made sense. It was such a blatant contrast to the brutality that he had spat out a week ago. As much as you wanted to believe what he said now, those stupid words could not get out of your head. It was a constant reminder that never shut up.

“I don’t know what to do either,” you admitted in a quiet voice.

“Tell me,” Jungkook begged, as if he couldn’t and refused to comprehend what you had just told him. “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Whatever you want from me, I’ll give you.”

You were shaking your head before he could finish. “There’s nothing you can do, Jungkook. Nothing.”

“Don’t say that.” He stared at you, horrified. “Don’t say that to me. Please, there has to be something.”

“What could there be?” You cried. Tears streamed down your cheeks now. “You said it yourself, being near me makes you sick. Why would I stay? Why would you want me to? I refuse to make you uncomfortable anymore - so that’s that.”

“It isn’t,” Jungkook argued back. “It can’t be. I-I can’t lose you, I can’t. I need to make this right, please just let me. Please.”

But, you were tired. You were so fucking tired. You were exhausted of the emotional rollercoaster that you were on that you just wanted to crawl away and hide. All the fight seeped out of you as your shoulders slumped forward. Jungkook saw this and the blood drained from his face. You were giving up, he could see it, and it scared the shit out of him.

“Jungkook, I need to go, okay? I-I can’t do this.”

“No!” Jungkook shouted and shot up to his feet. The pure panic that choked his voice brought on a fresh set of tears that you struggled to hold back. “Just let me explain, okay? I swear to God, after you hear what I have to say, if you still want me to, I’ll let you go. I won’t fight you on it. But, please let me tell you the truth. Give me a chance to make this right. You deserve that.”

You hesitated for a moment. Deep down, you knew you should let him talk. Not because you necessarily thought he deserved to, but because he was right. You did deserve the truth, no matter how much it broke your heart. With a heavy sigh and a quick swipe of your cheeks, you nodded. Once Jungkook was sure you weren’t going to leave, he began pacing. Looking every bit like the wild animal you knew him to be but never got to see.

“Mating with a werewolf is…brutal. It’s intense, it’s painful and it isn’t pretty. It’s essentially a breeding session where I use you as a vessel to fulfill my innate biological needs. It’s not romantic, it’s not gentle. Even for she-wolves it can be too much. The thought of subjecting you to something like that - that type of pain…I couldn’t fathom it. I don’t think you understand just how precious you are to me. The image of you being battered and bruised because of me, something I did…it tormented me, day and night.” He paused for a moment, the pained look in his eyes made you shiver. You hated that he had gone through all of this turmoil on his own, and you especially hated how you never made more of an effort to try and relieve him of it.

“I couldn’t do it. That’s partially the reason I waited so long to tell you that you were my true mate. I knew ruts were something I would never expose you to even though it’s such a huge part of my life, a wolf’s life.” Jungkook looked you straight in the eye, the intensity of his dark gaze took your breath away. “I know the practices other wolves partake in when their own heats or ruts arrive. I know you know them too. But, I need you to understand something. The moment you allowed me to be yours and vice versa, I haven’t had anyone else since. I swear on my life, I’ve spent every single one of my ruts alone. I wouldn’t and I won’t do that to you.”

“Isn’t that painful, though?” Your voice cracked but neither one of you acknowledged it. While your knowledge on ruts were expansive, having done plenty of research since being with Jungkook, you had obviously never experienced one.

“It’s manageable. It’s way more painful for a she-wolf to go through her heat alone than it is for a male.” Jungkook clenched and unclenched his fists as he resumed his pacing. “The worst part is being away from you. I’ve been going through ruts since puberty, I can handle them. But not being able to be with you for a whole week…I hated it. Still do. I dread that three month mark. And as time went on, I became more and more miserable. Being apart from you was almost unbearable but the other option…I never even allowed myself to consider it.

“It came to the point where the pack was noticing. I wasn’t getting the proper pheromonal release from my ruts and it was beginning to affect those around me. Taehyung has been on my ass for months now to get over myself and take you with me during my next rut. Each time I’d give him some excuse, but it was getting harder and harder to justify what I was doing. At first, I was convinced it was because I was protecting you. But you’ve been so understanding and so patient with me and my life, those excuses were becoming useless. Eventually, I think it was because I was protecting myself. I was - am - so scared. I’m terrified that I could hurt you when I’m like that. That I wouldn’t be able to notice or worse, ignored, if something happened to you. Living with that type of fear became debilitating. So, I just kept my mouth shut and kept you away from that part of me.”

Jungkook shook his head and chuckled humorlessly. “Now I know that was the worst possible thing I could do. That I was just hurting you more. What you walked into last Sunday was a culmination of my frustrations that I was refusing to deal with. While it’s not a valid reason, I’m well aware of that, I need you to know that what you heard was not the truth. It couldn’t be further from it. Because the truth is that I’m hopelessly in love with you and the thought of being without you hurts worse than I ever thought was possible.”

It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time that Jungkook left you speechless. It took you a full minute to process what he had said. Jungkook granted you the silence although he became increasingly more agitated as time passed. His boots scuffed the dead leaves that littered the ground and his pacing led him closer to the ashes that lay before your feet. Then, he’d suddenly stalk off with a growl as he was forced to keep away.

“I-” you cleared your throat around the lump that had found a home there. “I had no idea. This whole time…I thought it was because you didn’t want me.”

“God, no.” Jungkook swore heavily as his muscles bunched and coiled beneath his clothes. “The - the fact that…you - fuck. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. That’s not it, that’s not it at all. You’re my dream girl, you’re the love of my life, and I want you every second of every day.”

Maybe it’s because you were emotionally drained and had no mental strength left. Maybe, you needed to hear those words from Jungkook more than you realized. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t worth trying to figure out an explanation as you sunk to the ground and burst into tears.

Jungkook lost it across from you. Broken whines stained the air as he carded through his hair anxiously. He kept trying to get to you, to try to soothe you. But the boundary was unfortunately doing its job and each attempt was met with failure. Curses were spat out until eventually, he got as close as the boundary would let him and fell to his knees. He began spewing whatever came to mind first, unsure of what to do. All he knew was that you were crying because of him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He thought hearing you cry from your bedroom window was torture, but nothing could compare to hearing you break down in front of him. Nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m sorry…please, I’m so sorry. I - don’t cry, darling. Please don’t. I’m so sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

It wasn’t tears of heartbreak that leaked from your eyes. Instead, it was tears of relief. While your heart had wholly accepted his words as the truth, the logical part of you reminded yourself that the two of you had way more talking to do. This was far from over, but the relief of knowing that he loved you and he was yours…it was indescribable.

You finally lifted your head up and were shocked to find Jungkook’s cheeks glistening with moisture. Your only thought was to comfort him as you scrambled forward to do just that. Instead of feeling his smooth skin against the palm of your hand, you were blocked by what felt like a wall although nothing stood in your way. Frowning, you realized with a start that the boundary worked both ways. Jungkook let out a frustrated growl as he glared at the ashes that was stopping both of you from getting what you wanted. It was silent for a few moments until an idea popped into your head.

“Wait here,” you announced before jumping up and taking off for the house. Ignoring Jungkook’s distressed cry, you ran inside. You yanked your car keys off from their designated hook and quickly typed out a text to your parents to let them know where you were going before spinning around and sprinting back outside. Jungkook was where you left him, although he stumbled to his feet when he saw you reappear.

“I’m going to your house,” you announced, breathless. “No witch is stupid enough to go that far into werewolf territory. If you want to talk to me there, then follow me.”

Jungkook stared at you for a heartbeat until the words you spoke clicked. “Y-yeah. Yes. Okay. I’ll be there.”

With a curt nod, you ran to your car. For the first time in a week, a faint sprout of hope bloomed in your chest.

It was the longest and shortest ten minutes of your life. The drive to Jungkook’s seemed to last a lifetime but also was over within a blink of an eye. The tears had stopped flowing by the time you pulled your car into his driveway, but you felt the telltale prick in your eyes when you saw him burst from the trees. Your heart ached as his long legs ate up the distance between you two as you wrestled with your seatbelt and threw the car into park. By the time you freed yourself, he was at the hood of your car.

The two of you stared at each other for a few breathless moments. You weren’t sure who moved first, but it didn’t matter as you crashed into each other’s arms. The moment his searing warmth enveloped you, you dissolved into another puddle of sobs. The feeling of his thick arms banded across your back, his torso molded to yours, and his hair tickling your ear, felt so right. Another wave of crippling relief washed over you and you practically melted against Jungkook. But he held you up, just like he always had.

He leaned against the front bumper while his hands were everywhere. Cradling your head into his neck, smoothing over your hips, or running circles over your shoulders. He was crying, you could feel the tears dampening your hair. But you were soaking his shirt so no one was in any position to complain.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t,” Jungkook hissed fiercely as he squeezed you tighter. “Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, not in the slightest.”

“Kook,” you sighed and pulled your head back to get a good look at him. “It takes two to tango.”

“Not this time,” he argued. “You’ve put up with so much. You’re everything I could’ve asked for and more. It was my own fears that got in the way and created this mess. And I’m so sorry for that, darling. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shushed him gently, running your thumbs over his cheeks to swipe at the dried tears. “I know you’re sorry. I believe you.”

Jungkook dipped his head further into your touch with a pleased rumble vibrating through his chest. He kissed your palm gently, sniffing at your wrist. It made you giggle. “Missed that,” Jungkook mumbled as he stared at you with stars in his eyes. “Missed you. Missed you so much.”

A fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks. You were positive that you looked like a mess, hair in a knotted bun, face red and puffy and you kept sniffling every two seconds. But Jungkook looked at you as if you held the world in your hands. “Missed you too,” you murmured in return. “Please, next time, just talk to me. I may not have the answers you’re looking for all the time, but I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I know,” Jungkook whispered. “There won’t be a next time, promise. If I happen to be stupid enough to put us in this position again, I give you full permission to punch me in the face.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You lifted yourself onto your toes to brush your lips against his, dropping back down to your feet when his head chased after yours. “Or maybe I just won’t kiss you for a week.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically and he actually looked terrified. “I’d rather you just punched me in the face.” You tilted your head back and laughed. Jungkook tugged you closer and nosed your throat before peppering gentle kisses along the exposed skin. Sighing happily, you tilted your head to allow him better access and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you said quietly. Jungkook froze for a split second before he sank against you. Squeaking in shock, you scrambled to brace yourself against the sudden weight pressing you towards the house.

“Say it again,” Jungkook pleaded. You couldn’t deny him. Dusting feather light kisses to the shell of his ear, you repeated those three words again, and again, and again. Each time you did, Jungkook held you a little tighter and cried a little harder.

Eventually, you’re murmured promises became softer and softer until the two of you just enjoyed each others presence. “C’mon,” you finally whispered as you started to lift yourself off of him. Jungkook growled and refused to let you move an inch farther. “Kook, come on. Let’s go inside. Your ass must be numb by now.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled but he at least shuffled forward a bit more so that your combined weight wasn’t squashing his ass against your car.

“You might say that now, but you won’t be saying that later.”

Jungkook grunted at your logic but he at least raised his head and looked at you with the sweetest eyes. “Please tell me you’re staying.”

Giggling, you asked, “do you want me to?”

“Obviously,” he scoffed. “I want you here forever.” Jungkook tilted his head thoughtfully. “Actually, you should just move in with me.”

Christ, this boy was going to give you whiplash. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, we just made up. The whole reason we were in this mess is because of poor communication. Don’t you think we should work on that first before anything else?”

“But…we could work on communication all the time if we’re together 24/7.” Despite his pout, you knew he wasn’t totally serious. Although you were sure it was going to come up again.

“Alright, you maniac,” you said fondly. “Take me to bed.” Jungkook’s chest rumbled happily as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his trim waist.

It wasn’t a long walk to his bedroom, but the exhaustion of the past week caught up to you and the gentle rocking of his steps lulled you into a serene state. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. You were aware when Jungkook placed you on his bed, practically engulfed in his scent. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the words Jungkook pressed into your hair has he slid in behind you.

“Love you forever, my darling girl.”

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