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monnn · 3 months

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When you know, you know.

staring: Idol! Mingyu x Non-idol!, GN! s/o

wc: 1.4k-ish

genre: slice of life(?), FLUFF. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LOVE MINGOO, comfort-ish(?)

warnings: mentions of food, reader being sick(in love), tooth-rotting fluff.

a/n: hi omg hello, i am alive and finally out of my writer's block(ig?). i'm terribly unwell atm and i've never craved the comfort of a person as much as i do with gyu, so here's a highly self-indulgent fic! i hope you are doing okay and i just wanna say, i'm so glad to be writing again. have a great day/night and hope this fic reaches the person in need of a cutie mingoo atm! ♡

the song rec for this fic would be Margaret by LDR ft. Bleachers!!!

Mingyu's on his way back, with your favourite meal and boba. Was there a reason to get take-out? Definitely not, he really just felt like it. If you had made food, Min could convince you to have it next day. That's how it usually went and he was mostly successful. With his manager dropping him off, he heads inside the elevator and straight to your floor. Since he already knew the code to your apartment, he quietly let himself in, eyes immediately searching for you.

What he doesn't expect to find, is you sitting in the dark on a chair, curled up in one of your fav blankets with a flask coddled in your arms. Your head's supported by a chair on the dining table, mouth slightly open as you doze further away. Min quietly trots through the living room to you, slowly putting the bags down, careful not to wake you up. He adores you for a good minute, slowly lifting you up to rest in your bed. Their neck must hurt, but they keep doing this >:( he wonders to himself while carrying you.

He lets you rest while he does all the chores that you weren't able to do cause of your sickness. A few hours pass by, you wake up with Mingyu sitting by your side, barely touching you in the process of waking you up. He knew how extra sensitive you were to touch when sick, hence he decided to call out for you than kissing you to consciousness. You wake up slowly while he adjusts pillows behind for you to sit straight, he really is a nagging Asian mum in disguise. Handing you warm water to hydrate, he looks at you with all the love in him to see if you need anything from him. You catch him looking and reach for his hand, realising the love you have for him is unbelievable.

"You know love, I can't ever thank you for being so kind to me. I feel like there isn't enough of me to be so damn grateful for you." you say, lovingly gazing at the love of your life. A faint pink's spread all over his face as he nuzzles his face to your hand.

"And I'm ever so happy to be the receiver of your gratefulness, regardless of the amount. It takes two to tango I guess." he says, ever so lightly pressing his lips to your hand. After basking in each other's presence for a while, he mentions about the food he's got, which gets you outta bed in no time.

You head to the kitchen to unpack the boba, while he joins you in heating the food up. It's then you think how freeing it is, to be doing the most mundane things with Mingyu. He just seems to make the littlest of things much more better and you love that about him. A bump against your shoulder gets you back, where the food to your side is all ready to be devoured. Quickly removing the covers around drinks, you move to place them on the dining table. One where you're sitting and the other next to you. That's the thing about you guys, Mingyu never likes it when he's not next to you. He hates how all the fancy restaurants have seats across and not next to each other. But now, he gets to have a meal with you next to him and he thinks about how this is his highlight of the day. Min loves being around you and having a meal, so it's like two of his favourite things put together. You spread out the mat for the hot pan to be put on while settling down in your seat, waiting for the food to arrive. Looking at this, Mingyu hurries to place the pan down while grabbing two spoons before sitting down. Both of you look at each other, nodding in agreement to start eating. It's absolute delight running through your body and eyes for Mingyu. He loves it when you enjoy things he does for you. Raising your boba drinks to cheer, both of you devour in silence, enjoying the food and each other's presence. By end of the meal, you're much more comfortable to let Min under your skin and he's never been so much happier to be as affectionate as his heart needs. Taking the last bite, you stand up to call dibs on cleaning up since he literally did all the leftover chores. And right when you're about to get the pan, Min's grabbing you by the hand, turning you to face him. You're glad to be seeing eye-to-eye since he's on his butt and you're standing.

"What's up?"

"Can you please let me do the dishes? You're literally sick, doing more work would just worsen it."

"But Min, you did all of the chores! It's really unfair if you don't let me, you know." you say as he scoffs.

"I don't care, I love you but please let me do the cleaning."

"I love you so so sooo much too my Min, but I cannot let you do the cleaning up."

"Okay, how about we rock-paper-scissors this?"

"Alright. On the count of three, two, one!"

And to his luck, you throw a rock while he throws a paper. The council has decided and you accept your fate, slowly moving away from the pan.

Right at the moment, Mingyu pulls you in a hug, nuzzling further to your middle while almost sounding like a puppy adjusting to fall asleep. You wrap your arms around him, leaning down to lay your head on his. But, you're suddenly pushed away just to be pulled back onto his lap, while he holds you dearly and continues to be adorable. Again, you have no choice but to stay limp for him to recharge himself. It's hard not to admit how secure and loved you feel in Mingyu's big beefy arms, you kiss him on the side of his head impulsively to convey the same. That loosens his hold on you, him whining on how you always catch him off-guard with your actions. Now, there's nothing but giggles filled in your living room, both of you so knee-deep in love and into each other cause when you know, you know.

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a/n: comments and feedback are highly appreciated! hope you enjoyed reading this work of mine, thank you! x

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hydrngea · 1 year

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comfort (rafe cameron x reader)

a/n : hi. i know i know i know. it’s been a min and life / finals caught up to me so i haven’t written anything in a min. but here i am! with a shitty little one shot i wrote pretty much to comfort myself because atm me and my best friend are in a bit of a pickle lol. hope you enjoy and please forgive me for ghosting this blog 💓

summary : you and your best friend got into a fight and rafe knows just what to do to comfort you.

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you don’t know how the tears started spilling down your cheeks.

you thought you were doing okay after the fight you just had with your best friend a few days ago. you knew with your rational the two of you would make up soon, and would be laughing about this whole ordeal in a couple days.

yet deep down, there was this fear that you would never recover from this. it was probably the biggest argument you’ve had with her in years- or ever- if you’re being honest.

one second you were fine, and the next second you were tasting salt water on your tongue.

it went from soft sniffles to crescendoing into loud and snotty sobs.

you can’t control it. your damn snapchat memories from a year ago today forced emotions out of you and it the tears came through.

you barely notice the jingling sound coming from your front door knob, or the creaking noise of it opening. you only pull out of your trance when rafe suddenly rushes to your side on the leather love seat, abandoning the groceries he’d just bought on the floor besides the welcome mat.

“hey. hey, baby,” he soothes with a gentle tone, crouching down in front of you and clutching your hands in his. “what’s wrong,hmm?” rafes eyes bounce over your reddened face, trying his best to read the situation.

“i don’t,” you hiccup, gasping for another breath, “know.”

rafe pushes himself onto the seat next to you and pulls you into him. you lay your cheek over his chest, staining his polo with you tears (and snot). his fingers find your hair, rubbing soothing circles over your scalp and massaging it. “is this about the y/bff’s/n situation, baby?”

you nod against him, moving closer into him as if there’s any extra space left between you two.

the arm that hangs over you shoulders tightens its grip. “y/n…”

“i know i’m being-“ another hiccup, “dramatic.”

rafe sighs into your hair, “that’s not what i was gonna say. you know this ‘argument’ between the two of you is just a misunderstanding, right?”

you sit up in his lap. “but what if-“

“no what ifs. how long have the two of you been friends?”

“since the 7th grade.” you mumble into your sleeve as you wipe the snot off your face. gross, but you’ll just end up washing the sweaty sorting you’re wearing the next day.

“exactly! no way a fight over something so small is gonna end up ruining your friendship. that’d just be petty.”

“but-“

“y/n.” rafe chastises, but his voice remains soft. “it’ll all be okay, i swear.” he pushes your sweaty strands of hair off of your forehead, and places a gentle kiss in between your brows. “you know what?”

“what?” you sniff as the last of your tears subside.

“i just bought the perfect thing to make this better.” rafe gets up and walks over to where he left the brown grocery bag, digging a box out from the bottom of it. you peer over the edge of the sofa, brow furrowed while you try to make iut what exactly he’s talking about.

he tosses something to you which you barely catch. “popsicles!?” you exclaim a little after you read the label of the package.

“yup.” he says, taking a bite out of his own. “your fav.”

a smile appears on your face at that, your day becoming ten times better just from the simple action. you meet rafe by the kitchen island where he stands and push yourself up onto your tippy-toes, pressing a grateful kiss onto his lips. you can taste the cherry flavored popsicle he just took a bite out off on his tongue.

“thank you, rafe. for making me feel better.”

he closes the gap between you two once more. “of course. anything for my girl.”

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mayakimayahai · 6 months

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Sona?

Part 2 (prequel to kill lady)

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An: 3 weeks later...sorry okay I'm sorry but yeah okay I don't have an excuse, the first half was hard to write and the second half I wrote in one sitting so yeah- well enjoy (this is a mess I'm sorry)

Summary: they see each other for the first time and can't take thier eyes off each other

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She put a hand against her forehead imitating a shield in hopes that it will protect her from the mighty sun

She wasn't used to Bangalore's weather but one thing was clear, her gaze shifted down to look at herself

The saree was not a good decision

She was told to disguise herself to the point where nobody should even think that she could be capable of kill someone

A white saree and her glasses that she wore after a century felt weird but they were perfect to portray her as the innocent lamb

But an assassin always knows

You can never really hide your true nature

This is what she was born to do

What she was taught to do since she was a child

She stood patiently despite the sun hurting her eyes, tapping her feet against the pavement she looked back at her hotel

She was just a few steps away from the entrance waiting for her employer- or rather his son she was told?

She checked her watch for the millionth time taking deep breaths to keep herself calm while she looked down the road in anticipation

She got a call this morning telling her to get up and dressed, they were going to see him today

She didn't think much of it, thier sources told them that they guy the hired to kill the previous owner had decided to take the throne for himself

Her job here was to eliminate that threat to their throne

Should be easy enough

Her curiosity and impatience was growing with each passing second

The winds blew with the screeching of the tires as atleast ten luxury cars came into view making her tap her foot against the road waiting as she slowly lost patience

About four cars passed her the fifth one stopping near her, she glared as he rolled the window down

Her jaw clenched, knuckles almost white as he looked at her raising an eyebrow as to why she wasn't already in the car

He looked her top to bottom, inviting his own death "get in the car will you, we don't have all day" he said wearing his sunglasses back

The tone in his voice implied that he owned her or something, she took a deep breath

These rich kids really needed someone to knock some sense into them

Just a pair of tweezers and she would show him what begging for death feels like

She gave him a tight smile opening the door and getting inside

She wasn't hazel

I'm a professional

Yes professional. She repeated again and again in her head

But kamal had much a punchable face she was genuinely curious as to how he had survived this long, especially with a personality like that

"They sent you?" He said eyeing her up and down again making her clench her jaw as she flashed one of her business smiles again

"You have read my file yes?" She asked with a smile that did not quite reach her eyes

Why him? Couldn't they have sent someone decent?

They were really testing her

"I don't think you'll be able to do that job" he huffed a laugh "i mean look at your fragile little self" he shook his head "koi tumhe kyu bhejega?" He said

She smiled looking at her hands in her lap "kyunki tumse tumhara kaam nahi ho raha"

The roads weren't the best here and she wasn't exactly a fan of them but they were working in her favor today

As a bump in the road approached she dug her heal into the car mat while his forehead hit the shearling wheel making her smirk as she looked out her window

The sun still shined high as she looked at the unfamiliar land they were approaching

Giant rocky mountains, nothing but dust and dirt

No sign of life

Her eyes turned to him with a questioning look on her face

Deep breaths maya deep breaths

We don't kill our employers

There was noticing in sight

The place was a dead land

She had half her mind thinking this was an ambush ready to pull out her knife at any point, but why?

An involuntary gasp escaped her lips

Her eyes almost popping out at the sight infront of her

She had tried to paint a picture in her mind about what this place would look like

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her

Did mines actually look like this? Her eyes ached from all the dust flying off with the cars but that didn't stop her from looking out the window

How could she get herself to stop when

It was a whole another city

In the middle of nowhere

She was after a man that was sent to kill the owner of this place

Alone

A single man killed the holder of the throne in his own territory

She had more respect for him than these incompetent people who couldn't do the job themselves

If she had morals she could never bring herself to kill that guy

But alas

Money concurs all it seems, And she had a job to do

She liked power

And someone who was able to acquire so much of it? She was sure she would like him too

That's part of the reason to took this mission

He was a challenge she was sure she would enjoy

The car stopped making her look up to see an impressive maybe a little too excessive mansion which seemed more like a castle from where she stood

Her eyes shined with delight at the sight

They got out of the car making her return to her senses

She was still mesmerized by it all but she had better things to worry about at the moment

She adjusted her glass hitching them higher on her nose while he stood near her fixing his suit

"Yeh sab" he pointed at the castle infront of them "mera hai" he smirked making her huff out a laugh

She liked people who had determination and confidence

But this guy? He was overconfident

If he could have all of this then they wouldn't have needed that guy or her for that point

They came to a stop near three much older men, two of them eyeing her like she wasn't from earth

"If anyone can do the job it's her" Andrews assured Kamal and guru pandiyan who looked maya from top to bottom

He scoffed looking at andrews the disappointment clear on his face, he turned to her "you think you can take the one who challenged us all?" He huffed walking ahead

She took a sharp breath letting her hair rest on her back, the old man with a cross nodded at her as if telling her it was time to become madhura

She huffed shaking her head

They were making it seem like she didn't know how to do her job

The were all so worked up, the nervousness was clear on thier faces even with thier best attempts to hide it

"We let him do the work for us and will now shoot him to claim what is ours" he chuckled

She frowned but kept walking

They all walked up the stairs, she curiously eyed the people standing with thals waiting to welcome them

Distracted with them her ankle twisted but she caught herself with the railing, the giant staircase truly made her realize how hard it was to walk in a saree

"Main kuch madad karu?" His voice made her face scrunch up as she stood tall once again

"Tumse?" She chuckled passing him up the stairs

Sure she couldn't kill him but there was no need to make nice with incompetent people who can't do thier job right

He snarled while she walked up the stairs with ease, one of her hands on the pleats of her saree to keep it out of her feet

"Jis chattan ko toodna tha sirf uski mazbooti ke bare main soch rahe the, lekin usse toodne wale hathode ki mazbooti ab pta chal rahi hai"

"Ab uss hathode ko kaise toodna hai uski soch" the older man said making maya frown as she looked at the other two

She wanted to hear more

She wanted to know more

Who was he? What did he want?

Usse bheja tha garuda ko marne par vo gya tha kgf lene?

Was it wrong that she was starting to admire him? She would still kill him so there was no harm in that correct?

They reached the doors with 4 men around them holding guys, sweeping past them they shifted inside the room with dark walls, a conference table in the middle of it with a window overlooking the empire

It was like a breath of fresh air looking over such a well crafted structure

Folding her arms across her chest she stood there infront of the window

This is what they are willing to kill over?

She smiled, she must say they had good taste

Who wouldn't kill for this

The sound of the helicopter made her look over her shoulder towards the door

Not wanting to move from her stop

Not wanting to stop

Wanting to know everything

She gave up turning towards the door awaiting the man's arrival like the rest of them

The anticipation was killing her as the door opened revealing the bright light

She shielded her eyes but couldn't help but look

The black suit came into view making her eyes shine

She couldn't quite make out his features due to the limited lighting in the room but she could see him

Everyone stood and watch as he came forward reveling himself entirely taking a few steps towards her making her rise a brow as a curve appeared at the corner of his lips

He came closer

And closer

Walking a circle around her holding her eyes as he sat down at the head of the table

Her eyes were on him while everyone else's were on her curiously watching as to what that little stunt of his was

If only she knew

"Hey Deva dekhna iss kursi ke liye koi aur sar na kate" his voice came making her turn and stand next to the older men

One of the workers came forward towards the man in white "rocky, garuda ko marne wala yahi hai" she eyed them but he caught her attention once again

She could feel his gaze on her

Making her look up at him

He smirked but it was shortlived as her eyes shifted again taking in her surroundings

So they hadn't seen him before?

"Aare basa re basa darr aur izzat toh dil main honi chaheye" the man at the top of the table flashed a charming smile making the corner of her lip turn up

He truly was something else

This was going to he fun

She stood next to the men sitting infront of him fixing her glasses better on her nose

The small bowls of fire were the only thing providing the much needed light to the room

She still couldn't see him properly

It bothered her a little

She wanted to know more

She wanted to know everything there was to know about this guy

It wasn't common for someone to peek her interest like this

But he was different after all

Everything about him was different

"Aare sabke thobade kyu latke hain? Jaghan ke liye naya hu, field main nahi" a smirked touched his lips

"Aye ek gya toh doosra aake baith gya isko khokho samjha hai kya" Kamal spoke making her eyes turn to him

So he wasn't all talk after all

"Hamare baap logo ne apna saamrajya mehefooz rakhne ke liye he hume paida kiya hai koi bahar wala aake baith jaye aur hum ghaas cheelte baithe?" He leaned back his jaw clenched

She rubbed her forehead

His annoying voice made her head hurt

Why couldn't she just put a bullet in his head again?

The other man on the other hand looked like he was enjoying playing with these people like his puppets "nepotism? Yeh kya ho raha hai hamare desh main jahan dekho recommendation, donation, domination, influence, ghoos, baap ka naam ab gareeb ke bache kya kare, mehenat karke first rank lane wala kya kare, bina ghoos liye kaam karne wala officer kya kare, hal chalane wala kya kare, AKELA GHUS KE SAR KATNE WALA KYA KARE" he let his fist hit the table leaning back with fury in his eyes

"Merit se aae hain bhai aapon ko bhi thoda respect de na bhai, tumhare baap logo ne sab sahi kiya, lakin ek mistake kar di, tum sabko mere time par paida kar diya, main raaj karta rahoonga tum sab ghaas cheelte rehana hun? What do you say sona?" He looked at her noticing her smile

She looked away for a second but when turned back his eyes were still on her

The smile on her lips vanished but it was too late he had already noticed it

Noticed her

Their eyes met his looking at her like she was something else he could take over and hers looking at him amused

"Kon hai tu?" An amused smile broke out on his lips as he frowned not being able to place her

There was no way he would forget someone like her

She looked at the male in the white for an answer "hamare liye kaam karti hai" he nodded making the man at the top of the table frown

"Dekha nahi kabhi?" He asked tilting his head to examine crossing one leg over the other and leaning on one side of the chair

"Abhi join kiya hai" the older male spoke for her

"Naam kya hai tera?" He raised his eyebrows leaning against the table his elbows on each side of it

The man was about to speak for her again but he stopped him, shaking his head he pointed his finger at her

"Madhura"

she spoke and something inside him snapped

It was as if he didn't expect her to actually speak

"Madhu" he repeated a smile streched out on his lips

"Mere liye kaam kar, bohot danger hai yeh sab log" he spoke smiling "aur vaise bhi itni badi company chalane wale ko ek company toh chaheye na" a sinister smile broke out on those lips

"You are my entertainment sona" he said making Kamal get up his jaw clenched "aye bass kar bohot charbi chadhi hai tabse dekh raha hu kutte ke tarah bhooka ja raha hai, hamari ladki ke bare main baat karega" that made her head snap in his direction

Since when was she their girl?

She looked at Andrews eyes burning with fire making him back up a bit as he nodded putting a hand over his arm "kamal kya kar raha hai baith ja" his panicked voice did nothing for him to back down, it was like this guy had a death wish

"Vo teri entertainment hai kya vo? chup baithe hain toh zada he foodak raha hai" maya took a deep sigh knowing what was about to happen

She didn't care enough to stop it but it seemed Andrews cared a lot

"kya kar rahe ho baith jao" he spoke again but went unnoticed

"Apni aukat janta hai tu? Bombay ki galiyo main shoe polish karke chillar pe jeene wala keeda hai tu" the man tried to stop him again getting up but he pushed him down

Maya frowned looking up at the man again

Was he truly who kamal said he was?

Did he really manage to get all this while being that person?

Did a simple guy went from polishing shoes to sitting on the throne of one of the most powerful empires in the world just like that?

If there was a doubt before it was clear now

The respect she had for him increased and the urge to kill Kamal intensified

"vo hai teri aukat, aapne uss din rok diya isiliye aaj hamare saamne rob jama ke baitha hai" another guy from the side tried to stop him aswell putting a hand on his arm calling his name

Why did everybody care about this guy so much? If someone wants to die this much let them

He shoved the guy off "don't touch me jiski jo aukat hai usse vahi rehena chaheye kooda khane wale kutte ko singhasan par bitha ke khel dekh rahe ho hun? Us bin bach gya aaj nahi bachega iski maut mere hatho hogi ISKI MAUT MERE HATHO HOGI-"

A gun shot was heard stopping the guy from saying anything further

Maya stood there unfazed she knew this was about to happen, infact she was waiting for it

She looked down as a pool of blood started to form at her feet

Tsk my saree, she stepped aside holding her pleats as to not get blood at the bottom of them

She took a deep breath looking at the man who did this

She was truly grateful

It wasn't exactly ethical to shoot your client so it was good that he did it for her

The silence streched out in the room as everyone looked at the body on the ground

But her eyes were only on him

"Kidhar tha main?" He said still holding the gun up, the rest of them turned to him listening carefully as to what he was going to say

"Entertainment haan you will be my entertainment sona" he put the gun away getting up from his chair

"Aye kahi nahi jayega tu" one of the older men said making the guards behind point thier guns at him for even suggesting that

But he stopped them "aye aye aye aye kya re partners hain re aise ek ek karke udh gye toh dhanda kon Sambhalega"

The space fell silent again as his eyes reached her again making her look at him

The older man spoke again "garuda ko marne ke liye ek rocky paida kiya toh iss rocky ko marne ke liye ek aur rocky paida kar sakte kya"

The man infront of her smile his face scrunched up

"mera baap se he nahi hua toh mere baap ki kasam kissi se bhi nahi hoga" he faced him

"one and only piece" he smiled putting on his sunglasses as he walked out

He walked out leaving everyone in the room stunned looking at each other's faces

Hoping one of them would say something

Do something

The body was dragged away

Andrews looking at her making her nod as she made her way out

Now was the time

What she had been waiting for

A smile streched out across her face

This was gonna be fun

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@vijayasena @meenammaisslay @kalavathii @mahi-wayy @o-merebholebalam @hum-suffer

Did I forget anyone? I'm so sorry if I did

#kgfchapter2 #kgf fic #rocky kgf #kgf2 #kgf #rocky #kgfchapter1 #yash kgf #yash

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ruershrimo · 7 months

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clorinde x reader: our last summer

features clorinde

warnings: ignore the inconsistencies please I’m still doing exams and scribbled this out in like 30 mins (I’m a slow writer), written before clorinde release, story takes place before clorinde becomes champion duelist (so, like, quite a few years ago before the main canon events), clorinde is older than reader

notes: boom, another short piece! inspired by when my seniors graduated (and most of them were people I had crushes on— istg if my irls find me)

edit from 8/12/2023: ALSO I should add that parts of this were also inspired by call me by your name clips I kept seeing online! haven’t watched the actual movie, sadly… I will one day, though!

synopsis: she leaves you on your shared spot. she’s going to chase dreams, she’s going to chase things you can never imagine having, without you.

The tree branches waved at you as you plucked out another sunsettia.

“You planning on going anywhere after this?” you asked, hands behind your back; playful, youthful, coltish. You tilted your head to the side and peered down at her with an empty gaze.

She shrugged, sitting on the ground, an arm rested over her two knees lazily. “Maybe I’ll be a champion duelist.”

“Woah, good luck!” you cheer before you take a bite from the sunsettia, and it’s this; it’s summers with Clorinde, the sun shining on her squinting eyes and dark hair, and the tart sweetness of fruit bursting in your mouth that you’ll miss. You lick the juice that leaks onto your hand, it’s heady scent spilling into your senses. “Want some?”

You outstretch your hand, and she inches her nose closer as if she wants to breathe everything in, teeth piercing through the flesh of the fruit.

I’ll miss you when you go. I’ll miss this. I wish you didn’t have to, wish you didn’t have to leave me and go away— You sit down next to her, palms on the ground, knees pressed snugly to your chest. “When you go, I’ll be sure I’ll be even taller than you. I would have grown by then.”

“I expect you to keep your word, then.”

There’s a silence for a while, nothing except the rustling of leaves as the branches sway to the wind, one that wafts over you as you stare into her eyes, purple as deep as the sea, and you want her to stay. You’re the first to break it. “Your tie,” you tell her, a little lower than you intended to, and before she’s inspected and returned it in place, you pull the tie for her and straighten it out. “There.”

“Thank you.”

You bite out of the sunsettia again. One last one and it’s all gone, the summers where you’re sweating and there’s nothing but mats for the two of you to lie atop of on the ground. You breathe in her summer scent once more, that one of sweet sweat mixed with old books she was about to tell you of and the metal of swords she had begun to wield, of gunpowder yet to be used; oh and it’s Clorinde alright, sombrely beautiful Clorinde, with her deep soothing voice that makes heat fan against your ear as you feed her fruit from the palm of her hand, with her long, long locks and her reserved disposition, with her gentle, reassuring touch as warm calloused hands take off their gloves and rubs circles against your arms.

“I wish we were the same age so that I could follow you,” you tell her. I wish we were the same age so that I could follow you, so you wouldn’t see me as a child, so I could kiss you and be beside you always. “You’d be a really cool duelist, though. ‘Captain Clorinde’ sounds nice. You’re a good fighter, too. If people say something else just tell me and I’ll shut them up for you.”

“That would not be necessary.”

Last bite. Last bite and it’s all gone. “Last bite?” you offer. Her tongue slightly touches yours, hot breath on your fingers heating you up more than the scorching sun.

“I’ll have to go now,” she states, and gets up. “Goodbye, [name].”

“Bye-bye, Clorinde. Visit when you have the time.”

And you should have done anything you could—hugged her, kissed her, anything. If you kissed her it would be like a man parched; if you hugged her you would have strangled her as if your life depended on it.

Yet when she left you on that empty spot you shared near the tree, palms face-flat on that same soft mat, you could only watch her go.

#clorinde x reader #clorinde #clorinde genshin impact #I know I write too many stories about coming of age and growing up #but hey #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #ruer writes #genshin impact

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ankh-morporkianpostalworker · 1 year

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Finished A Crown of Swords, and it occurs to me that a Top 5 Most Based Characters list has become infeasible, so I'm going with a Top Ten out of a cast of hundreds of named characters I've encountered, so these are still the cream of the crop.

Number 10: Perrin. Perrin didn't really have a great showing in Crown of Swords, which cost him some points (a unit of measure I refuse to explain), especially coming off of the high of the end of Lord of Chaos. Standing up to Rand definitely wins him a place in the Top Ten, but not any higher then the Number Ten spot. Hopefully, future novels can get him higher on this list.

Number 9: Lan. Lan really came back with a vengeance after getting sidelined for Lord of Chaos. Saving best girl Nynaeve from drowning, marrying her and then being part of the insane final fight of the Ebou Dar storyline really did him some favors.

Number 8: Birgette. Calling Nynaeve and Elayne on their abuse of perennial most based character Mat Cauthon and making them feel shame, along with general badassery as a hero of legend cements her spot on this list.

Number 7: Alviarin. Revealed as the head of the Tower Black Ajah this novel, Alviarin has one of the strongest showings in the novel. Becoming the Amyrlin Seat in all but name by threatening to expose Elaida is pretty cunning, and she seems to be on it, even working under the orders of one of the Forsaken.

Number 6: Moridin. Taking the Old Tongue word for death is some straight out of the kitchen sink edge, but as a cunning tactician and powerful caster (an embodiment of the power and cunning of the Dark One himself), one cannot deny that Moridin is the most based villain we've seen thus far.

Now we're getting into the Top Five, where places are more or less secured and there's some light jostling between characters, but nothing serious. If you've seen previous lists, you'll probably see a few of these coming.

Number 5: Min. Min really has some good moments in Crown of Swords, like when she insists on accompanying Rand on some of the absolutely insane things he does towards the end of Crown of Swords, like using his ta'veren powers to force the Sea Folk into submission and routing a group of rebels. Being part of Rand's Polycule of Destiny definitely loses some points, since she's almost entirely defined by her relationship to Rand.

Number 4: Rand. Speaking of the Dragon Reborn, Rand had a spectacular showing in Crown of Swords. By this point, he's more or less had it with people trying to manipulate him, and we see that the deaths he's caused are starting to way on him, and they affect his decisions. The scene where he sits reciting the names of the dead Maidens with Perrin is particularly impactful and shows the trait. As we all know, empathy is pretty fuckin based, and Rand displays plenty of it here, along with his sword skills and magic.

Number 3: Nynaeve. While on the topic of empathy, the only person who's first reaction to what Mat suffers through in the back half of this novel is empathy is Nynaeve. (Seriously, the scene where Elayne laughs at and victim blames Mat, essentially saying "you asked for this", has earned her my eternal ire, and she will never grace these lists, even if she felt bad afterwards. Laughing at someone in their most vulnerable moment shows a complete lack of empathy, which is the most cringe thing imaginable.) Nynaeve also breaks through her Barrier and marries the man of her dreams, two major goals of hers, and we love to see things like that.

Number 2: Moiraine. If you read these lists, you know she's gonna be number two, as much as the man, the myth, the flaming legend is gonna be number one.

Number 1: MAT CAUTHON! Mat suffers one of the most horrific ordeals a person can experience at the hands of Tylin, and his perseverance in keeping promise to Rand while actively suffering through a nervous breakdown (as shown when be yells at Elayne and has a moment of panic when he realizes that the room in the Rahad that the Bowl of Winds is stored in only has one exit) shows two other amazingly based traits - perseverance and loyalty. Mat is able to put aside his own suffering in order to help his companions and keep his promise to Rand. The moments where he acts as an older brother to Olver, including the final moments of the novel, are also incredibly based, cuz looking out for those who cannot help themselves is based as fuck.

#wheel of time #rand al'thor #perrin aybara #mat cauthon #nynaeve al'meara #moiraine sedai

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wot s2 speculation: remaining trailer scenes

So we still have a handful of scenes (...more than a handful!) from the trailers and teasers that haven't come to pass yet, and I'm going to speculate on where/when they might happen (using knowledge from The Great Hunt, so there are spoilers for book 2 here... oh wait, actually book 3: the Dragon Reborn because of a certain person):

First, scenes from the Official Behind the Scenes trailer that we haven't seen in the show yet:

Aviendha stands with Bain & Chiad (likely in Falme, after Perrin rescues her from the cage and they fight their way out of the Whitecloaks) -- this is possibly from our next episode, ep5! We can see that Aviendha has what looks like relatively recent injuries.

Moiraine and Lan (reunited!) walk together along a beach, with Lan a few feet behind Moiraine. Likely Falme, likely episode 8 or possibly the beginning of 7. Moiraine is back in her blue clothes with white touches but it doesn't look like the wide silhouette that she had on in the last episode.

Whitecloaks racing forward on horses - guessing episode 8, when they will clash with the Seanchan. They are racing into a fog, which makes me think of the Heroes of the Horn. There are some more Whitecloaks in that same environment later, guessing they are part of the same scene.

The large wheel that we know Rand is going to be tied to (I'm still thinking this will be TAR and potentially a confrontation with Lanfear rather than Ishy, but we'll see).

The Waygate near Falme, which is covered over in vegetation (not used in a long time?), which we are almost certain to see next episode.

Okay, this shot of Rand standing in the courtyard, I think we can get more meaning out of. I think this is after he blew the gate open (I think it's shut in some of our other promotion material) using the One Power before his confrontation with Turak. Episode 8. It looks like the door gets blown out before Rand faces off with Turak.

7. Rand walks in his fancy new black coat, with Moiraine and Lan behind him, and as Foregate burns. Might be next episode but I think it might be episode 7, since the episode titles imply we'll still be in Cairhien at that time (Daes Dar'mar).

8. Moiraine and Lan on the beach again, but now her blue coat is off and we see the white shirt underneath.

9. Min in a place that has windows like the ones we've already seen in Foregate, which implies that she and Mat do go to Cairhien as Ishy requested and will join up with Rand, Moiraine, & Lan.

10. Padan Fain walking in some fancy halls. I think this might be next episode, when Fain delivers the Horn to Turak.

11. A large circular building. I think it's Falme. Those might be sul'dam on the walls. Hard to say for sure on this one. Can't make out any familiar actors.

21. Whitecloaks fighting against Seanchan. episode 8. Loial might be in the far left of the shot? I think those are the clothes we've seen him wearing in the Seanchan shots.

22. An explosion. Can't tell if it's Falme or Foregate.

23. Aviendha fighting Whitecloaks -- next episode!

24. The shot of Rand sitting on a bed with blood on him... I'm trying to figure out if it's a bts of what we got in the last episode and if that's the bed that Selene tied him to. There's blood on his chest.

25. Padan Fain; brief glimpse.

26. Battle map -- tokens for Whitecloaks vs the Seanchan, I think.

Actually the vast majority of the shots in this bts teaser have NOT been on screen yet!

Scenes from the official trailer that premiered a month ago:

Rand stands on a floodplain type area, in his fancy black coat with the rising sun of Cairhien on the back. Could be in TAR. Could be him entering the area of Falme.

"Protecting Rand, guiding him. That is the only thing that matters." This is clearly after Lan has caught up with Moiraine. She's not wearing the outfit from last episode but something much more similar to the beach shots that we saw in the bts teaser. The question is, which episode will Lan catch up with Moiraine and Rand?

"You can't control him." Siuan says, on that throne we see her on when she talks to Rand later in the trailer. Likely to Moiraine.

A shot of Perrin communicating with Hopper -- not in the woods but in a similar floodplain type area that we saw Rand in at the start of the trailer.

Egwene in the collar, her eyes bloodshot. Oof. We might get this next episode or in episode 6.

In a room with a fireplace, Mat is sat in front of the ruby dagger and looks like he's trying to resist it.

"The whole world will be ours" - Turak opening the chest for the Horn of Valere -- this should be happening in the next episode.

Suroth's damane attack Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne. Next episode, pretty sure. Egwene is doing more no-hands channeling here, as she's been practicing all season.

The shot of the Whitecloaks racing into the fog, but the official one, where we can't see the vehicle with the camera-mount racing next to them.

Dressed all in blue, Moiraine and Siuan kiss -- I'm currently guessing that we get Siuan only in episode 6, like we did last season, but would be pleased if I'm wrong and we get her for multiple episodes. This is a flashback to Moiraine and Siuan before they hear the prophecy, I think, when they are still relatively carefree and have no thoughts about the Last Battle coming in their lifetimes.

"You can't do this by yourself" - continuation of Moiraine and Lan's argument from earlier in the trailer.

Aviendha veiling herself - next episode! So excited!

Perrin kills a Whitecloak (might be next episode but the stone walls make me wonder if it's not episode 8).

Egwene screams in the damane collar. This is gonna hurt.

Rand on the wheel -- Rand getting tied up here has Reverberations and Implications now if one of the Forsaken is doing it in TAR, after Lanfear tying Rand up at the end of ep4.

Rand stands in the courtyard where he's going to face off with Turak -- it does look to me like the door behind him is closed at this point. Then we go to a wider shot and it's open and I think we can see fighting going on beyond it. Turak pulls out a blade, right to fight Rand.

We get that zoom-out of Rand on the wheel, with a figure watching him. Difficult to make out, though it has the sort of weird horn-things that Suroth wears. Again, I think this is in TAR.

Mat stabbing down at something with a spear -- I think this will be episode 8.

An explosion -- this might be Rand opening that courtyard door using the Power.

"You are the water that turns the wheel itself." Rand and Siuan's big conversation! Looking forward to it. Rand in his fancy black coat.

A lot more of this one has already happened!

Finally, scenes from the trailer that premiered at the end of episode 1:

Perrin fighting against the Seanchan -- pretty sure this one is from episode 8. Looks like Loial is with him.

Guessing that younger Whitecloak in this scene with Aviendha is Dain Bornhald. So that's for next episode.

Elayne wearing a disguise -- this is her in Falme! She... she kinda looks like she's wearing a carpet tbh. Very brief shot. She looks startled.

Brief shot of Turak preparing to fight Rand.

Brief shot of Elayne and Nynaeve running (away from the Seanchan as Egwene protects them, I think)

The Whitecloaks racing into fog (again, ep 8, I think).

Suroth and Ishy walk in that courtyard where we've seen Rand facing off with Turak. I think this might be next episode, when Turak gets the Horn and it might establish that Turak is not a Darkfriend.

Rand is crouching on the ground while Ishy looms over him and talks about turning his friends to the Dark. Might be TAR? Might be the prelude to that one fight from TGH? Rand is wearing his fancy black coat.

Perrin stands back to back with Aviendha and then they fight -- guessing this is next episode. He might be using a hammer or an axe to fight? Doesn't look like a sword.

Mat in that flame-lit room with the dagger behind him on the table, but we can see him in front of a stained-glass window. I think the chair that he was sitting in during that other part of the scene is visible here on the left.

An enormous blackened crater, possibly on that same floodplain that we've seen Rand standing on before. Might be part of TAR? Might be the aftermath of a certain fight in the skies? Uncertain.

Rand is released from the wheel (releases himself?) and walks towards a blurry figure. Given the manacles, I really do wonder if maybe this is Rand and Lanfear in TAR. But it would also be very interesting if it was Ishy!

Lan and Moiraine do a forehead touch, awww, platonic divorce arc resolved. He tells her "I believe in what you do."

Shot of Rand... I think from the place where he was talking with Ishamael earlier in the trailer but now he's standing and looking around.

Lan fights some Seanchan on a beach.

A Aes Sedai weaves, looking very desperate. I feel like I can guess that the Seanchan are trying to capture her to be damane. Yeah, we get another shot of what might be her Warder fighting against one of the Seanchan.

"You were born to protect this world. Not just the ones you love." Guessing that Lan is talking to Rand here. Looks like Rand is in the fancy black coat here.

Another shot of Aviendha and Perrin facing the Whitecloaks.

Loial calls them "the heroes of today. It's time we start acting like it." It looks like he's talking to the Shienarans.

And I'm pretty sure this shot is Mat leading the Heroes of the Horn against a wave of the Seanchan (as we see Seanchan ships in the background)!

And Rand channels more fire at the end -- in the courtyard with Turak. I wonder if he skips doing a swordfight with him at all and that gets saved for Ishy, and Rand just goes straight to channeling here (aka do we really need TWO swordfights for Rand in the same episode). Hmm. The sparks look amazing here, btw. Rand is looking much more self-assured here.

#wot speculation #the wheel of time #wot on prime #wot #wheel of time #wot book spoilers #the great hunt #wot s2 spoilers #wheel of time s2 spoilers #wot prime spoilers #wot show spoilers #butterfly watches wot #wot 2x4 spoilers #though if you haven't seen 2x4 not sure why you'd read a spec post on the rest of the season lol #the dragon reborn

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asterifish · 3 months

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You, Clouds, Rain // Minchan fanfic

Synopsis: Minho and Chan have been dating for a while now, and everytime they meet up or spend time with each other, it always rains

Genre: Fluff

Type: One shot (Words: 4.035k )

Warnings: N/A

The first scenario

It was raining when they first met. It had been a gloomy Thursday afternoon and Minho had been walking home from school. He had been feeling pretty sidetracked so he took a wrong turn. He only realized when he felt something tug on his shirt. Looking down, Minho noticed a wolf-like dog tugging on his shirt. He had no choice but to let the dog pull him, finally realizing that he’d taken a wrong turn. As the dog led him away from the alley, Minho looked around, taking in his environment.

After a few minutes, The dog stopped and let go of Minho’s shirt. Immediately checking to see if there were any holes in his shirt (there were none), Minho looked down at the dog. It seemed to be looking at him with a frown, as if he’d disappointed it. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Minho grumbled, before picking up his umbrella and starting to walk home again.

Making sure to mind where he was going, Minho found himself at home after only a few minutes. Just as he was about to lock his front door, he heard a bark and a low growl. Opening the door again, Minho jumped back in shock as the dog pushed its way inside. “You followed me home? What the hell?” Minho frowned, but didn’t make any effort to push the dog out. If it could drag him three blocks while running, he didn’t want to take his chances.

Minho slowly backed away from his door, watching the dog as it tilted its head at him curiously. Finally giving in, Minho sighed and retrieved a towel from the bathroom so he could dry off the dog.

The second scenario

It was a cold morning when Mingo got up, and he slipped out of bed. Going about his usual morning routine, Minho jumped when he heard a scratch at his front door. Walking over to the front door, Minho seemed confused. Standing at his door was a man about 5’6. He had a hoodie and ripped jeans on, but he also had this look about him. Like Minho had met him before.

“Can I help you?” Minho asked, crossing his legs and standing in the doorway. The man seemed to be drenched from the rain, and after looking him up and down, Minho let him in. “Stand here, I'll get you a towel.” Minho pointed to the mat, and then walked to the bathroom. Coming back, the man was standing exactly where Minho had left him. He stood there while Minho dried his hair and then let Minho drag him to sit on the couch.

Studying the male, Minho wouldn't shake the feeling he's met this mystery guy before. After asking a few questions and not getting a response, Minho decided that the man either couldn't speak, or didn't want to answer. Since it was the weekend, Minho told his friends he couldn't hang out that day.

After a half hour of silence, the man spoke. “Are you.. okay?”

The question snapped Minho out of his thoughts as he looked at the other. “You can talk?” He asked, while thinking that the man's accent was pretty cute. It was a mix between a type of English accent, and thick korean. He smiled as the man nodded.

The third scenario

Stepping through the door of his house, Minho smiled as his roommate greeted him. He'd let the man stay with him after he asked the questions he wanted to ask. Finding out that the man's name was Chan, Minho was relieved. But still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd met Chan before. He'd tried to give Chan space since it was obvious he couldn't speak very well, but the curiosity got to him.

After Chan had wrapped Minho in a tight hug, he rested his head on Minho’s shoulder. “I… haven't been honest with you, Min.” He sounded sad as he said this, which made Minho concerned. “Are you okay, Channie? Come, let's sit on the couch.”

Without hesitation, Minho guided them both to the couch. Sitting down, Minho took Chan's hands in his own. As the storm got worse, Chan told Minho that he was the wolfdog.

The fourth scenario

Waking up in the middle for the night was the usual for Chan. Rolling over to face Minho, he felt himself smiling. It had been around three months since he told Minho everything, and last month, they started dating. They would spoend a lot of time together, wherever it was cuddling on the couch or going shopping together.

As Chan watched the raindrops hit and fall down the window, he felt minho rest his head on his shoulder. “Rain wake you up?” Minho held Chan's hand as he asked this, a soft smile on his face. Nodding silently, Chan turned away from the window and kissed Minho's forehead.

“You don't mind if I lie in your lap, do you?” Chan suddenly asked, turning to face Minho completely. Minho smiled and nodded, watching as Chan stretched before turning back into his animal form. Turning in a circle three times, he finally settled and rested his head on Minho's lap.

The two sat like that for the rest of the morning, just watching the rain and enjoying each other's company.

Hello! Author here! This is 3/4 of the fanfics I'm writing using @solastalgiart's work!! Again, thank you so much for letting me use your art in my fics!! After I finish his this, I'm thinking of writing my own fics, and even taking requests!

Help me out by liking and reblogging my works!!

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claar-bookdragonwitch · 2 years

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Last night i went to bed perfectly well and this morning i woke up in horrible pain because my hip was locked and the left joint was all stiff and screaming. So i literally rolled out of bed, did my usual stretches but they were not working, so i googled for more exercises that could help. I found a video from a therapist or something that looked promising...

"I'm going to show you 6 exercises to relieve locked hip joint pain fast. And the best part is you can do them at home with no need of special equipment." Yes, excellent! "You can do these on the floor or on the bed..." Ok, floor, bed is too soft, floor... floor, i can get to the floor, *PAIN* Yoga mat is rolled out, i'm belly down flat on the floor. "...and for this you can use a towel..." Motherfucker, you couldn't say that before? I'm already down here, there is NO WAY i can get up now to go get a towel "...or a pillow for added comfort" What fucking part of this can be comfortable? Come on, let's get on with it. "And you lift your leg as high as you can. If you feel any pain or discomfort, please stop" So like one inch? And i'm already in pain, so should i just... not? AAAAAAHHH!!!

Anyway, i tried like 5 or 6 different stretches none of which helped at all while my dog went around me in the merriest of let's-lick-momma! fest for about 40 min. Little shit even nibbled my ears and nose, and thoroughly "washed" my left foot while it was being held at an odd angle by my right foot.

And then my mom appears.

"What are you doing?" Nothing, i live down here now, it's nice. "What happened?" "Woke up with my hips locked funny. I can't move much and it hurts." "Oh, can i watch?" What the hell? No, go away. "Oh, i got an email, can you take a look at it and tell me what to do with it?" "I am trying to unstuck a bone here, woman. I'm in pain!" "So you're not going shopping with me?" "No, i do not think i am going anywhere." "Well, Fen's having fun." "Oh, he's having a blast"

So, my Saturday was spent walking barefoot, eating while standing up because sitting down was not doable, —and let me tell you, peeing was an adventure— grunting in pain every 4 seconds, and with my whole body cracking and popping at the faintest movement.

And then at 6... i decided to take the dog for a walk because the poor thing, as much as he enjoyed having me at ground level, had not pooped. For once i should have been an irresponsible citizen and leave the poop where it landed but noooo, i had to pick it up. That was another adventure and you may call me Bilbo from now on! *sigh* Oh, and then! And then the dog sniffed the taco stand across the street and started pulling. And THEN he sniffed a husky and tried to pick a fight with it... Let's just say it was a miracle we got back home in one piece.

If you do not see any more posts in the next few days, know it was lovely not quite knowing you all, i am now part of the hallway floor, i was never able to get up again after another attempt to do stretches, my phone died and nobody came to the rescue, and my dog got bored of nibbling on my toes and finally ate me because i didn't get up to feed him.

#me #personal #locked hips are a riot!#pain is exhausting

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casuallyimagining · 3 years

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Fix You (1)

hybrid!Min Yoongi x female!reader

Summary: When you take in a stray cat, you have no idea he’s secretly a hybrid trying to escape his past. Can you help him heal? Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, fluff Word Count: 3,660 Rating: M Warnings (may not appear in every part): minor character is a dick to animals, mentions of a gun, main character injury (non-serious), discussion of physical abuse, emotional abuse, discussion of sexual abuse, discussion of self-harm

Notes: This is for the March project for @thebtswritersclub. The prompt word was ‘adventure’ and I mean, what’s more of an adventure than adopting a pet? Banner by @birbdae; thanks to @voiceswithoutlips, @taetaesbaebaepsae, @hoebii and @aroseforyoongi for editing various parts of this for me.

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“That cat got into Rick’s chickens again. Killed a couple chicks. He said he’s going to kill it if he sees it on his property.”

Your dad had said it nonchalantly, barely glancing over his newspaper. Without a second thought, you were out the door. There was no way to be sure, not really, but the sinking feeling in your stomach made you run a little faster down your parents’ driveway.

You could have sworn you saw that cat slinking under Rick’s fence on your walk earlier.

Rick’s property neighbored that of your parents, but you wouldn’t necessarily consider him their neighbor. If you stood on their front porch, you could just barely make out Rick’s house through the stand of trees that served as the property line. Your parents had chosen to let their piece of the world be natural, carving out just enough space for a house and a decent sized yard all those years ago. It had made for some great childhood adventures in the woods: pretending fairies were real, living out your childhood fantasies of being some sort of wizard, making friends with the trees--normal kid stuff.

Rick, on the other hand, had turned his land into farmland, even though he neither farmed nor cared for the land. The vast rolling fields of Rick’s “farm” were mostly bare. He had a pond in one corner on the other side of the property, and he had a small cabin for hunting when game season started. Mostly, though, Rick raised chickens. Annoying things, the chickens were, not unlike Rick himself. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the hens’ incessant clucking from your parents’ house, and the roosters never seemed to shut up.

When you moved to the city to attend college, you were elated to get away from the chickens.

According to your dad, the cat had showed up in the woods a few weeks ago, and it had made an enemy out of Rick almost immediately. The poor thing was skinny--too skinny, like it had been living on the streets for a while--and though its dark fur was ruddy and matted, you could tell it would be a beautiful onyx if taken care of.

As you got closer to Rick’s farm, you heard barking and a sharp yowl, and you hurried in the direction of the sounds, afraid of what you’d find. Rounding the corner of the chicken coop, you gasped in horror.

Rick stood with his back to you, shotgun in his hands. His dog, an old bird hound with caramel spotted fur, had the cat clutched in his mouth, the dog’s teeth sunk directly into the cat’s shoulder. The cat, to its credit, had puffed itself up greatly, its tail nearly double its normal size. It was growling and hissing, and, despite the pain it was almost certainly in, was swiping at the dog with its front claws.

“Call your dog off, Rick.” Your voice was steadier than you thought it would be. You were out of breath from the run over there, and being anywhere near Rick with a gun and his snarling dog made you a little uneasy.

“Fuck off.” The man barely turned his head to you. “Damn cat’s been a pain in my ass since someone dumped it here. It killed four of my chicks.”

“Look at it. Of course it’s going after your chickens. You don’t keep them in their coop. It’s starving.”

“Damn thing should stay at your soft-ass parents’ house if it wants handouts.” Rick cocked his gun, pointing it at the cat. The cat’s copper eyes flashed to Rick at the sound. It looked terrified.

The fact that it knew what a gun was and knew to be afraid of it broke your heart a little bit.

“Call off the dog,” you said again, taking a step toward him, hands splayed out in front of you placatingly. “Calm down. I’ll get the cat out of your hair, and you won’t have to worry about it again.”

“Ain’t going to replace my chickens.” Rick’s voice was gruff, but he lowered the gun.

“I’ll pay for your chickens. Just call off your dog.”

He stared at the cat, the gun clutched in his hands but no longer pointing it at anything. For a second, you thought he was going to sicc the dog on the poor thing just to spite you and make a point. You had a feeling he was the type of person to do that. But after a tense stare down, he whistled through his teeth.

“Drop it,” he commanded the dog. The dog looked to its owner, and he repeated the command. It took a second, but the dog released its bite, and the cat slumped to the ground. Rick regarded the cat with a sneer before turning to you. “Take care of that thing. If I see it on my property one more time, it won’t be so lucky.”

You nodded tensely, and he whistled again. The dog trotted over to Rick’s side and the two walked off. You stared after him for a moment. A pained yowl drew your attention back to the cat.

The cat looked angry, and you didn’t blame it. Its tail was still puffed up, and you could tell that if it hadn’t just been attacked by a dog, its hackles would be straight up. Its copper eyes glared at you, its ears flat against its head. You approached cautiously, and it growled deeply in its throat.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, crouching down to make yourself less threatening. “I’m going to get you help. Is that okay?”

The cat hissed at you and attempted to back away. It made two limping steps before collapsing into the mud around the coop.

“That’s alright. It’s okay.” You sighed, unsure of your next steps. You didn’t want to traumatize the cat by coming any closer, and you really didn’t want to risk injuring it further by picking it up and having it fight you.

You looked at the cat, blinking slowly when you accidentally made eye contact with it. You had read somewhere that blinking was a way to show a cat that you weren’t a threat, and though you felt kind of silly, at this point, you were willing to try anything.

“What am I going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned, sitting down in the mud. The cat looked at you curiously, as if asking what the fuck you were doing. “I don’t want Rick to hurt you,” you confessed. “I’d like to take you somewhere safe.”

Truthfully, that was part of the reason why you were even visiting your parents. Your mom had told you about the cat, and how it didn’t seem to be wearing any collar, and while you were visiting them you wanted to try to trap it, either to bring it to live with you, or to take it to a nice shelter where it could get a good meal and hopefully find a nice family.

“Can I take you to the vet, at least?” You really were desperate, talking to the cat as if it understood what you were saying. The cat, to its credit, looked at you, copper eyes staring into your face before it blinked, just once, slowly and deliberately.

When you reached out to it, it didn’t growl.

You stood and approached the cat, doing your best not to make any sudden moves. You scooped it up gently, careful not to jostle his left shoulder too much, and cradled it close to your chest.

The walk back to your parents’ house was slow, but the trip to the vet was even slower.

It was a weekend, so the vet in your parents’ sleepy little suburb was closed. You had no choice but to pack your bags back up and make the trek home to the city to take the cat to the 24/7 emergency veterinary hospital.

You tapped your hand on the steering wheel. Traffic wasn’t usually this terrible on a weekend, but there was some sort of sporting event happening, so of course, all the roads into the city were clogged.

Stopped at a red light, you spared a glance toward your passenger seat. The cat laid on his side--it was a him, your mother had confirmed--his breathing labored. You could tell he was still on edge. His tail was still puffed up like a cat-of-nine-tails, and he kept eyeing you warily. But he had let you wrap him in a blanket and carry him to your car, and he had stayed on the seat, almost like he knew it was the safest place for him.

“Almost there, kitty,” you mumbled, changing lanes, finally free of the congestion. “Hang on just a little longer.”

Thankfully, the vet wasn’t busy, and you were able to get in with the assistant almost right away. You explained everything that had happened to her as she examined the cat, tutting slightly as she checked his shoulder.

“There are some punctures, but nothing that’s too worrying. I can bandage it and give you some antibiotics.” The assistant pulled her hand back as the cat swatted at her for touching his shoulder a little too forcefully. “Do you know if he has an owner? It would be helpful to know his shot records.”

You shook your head. “He just showed up in the woods one day.”

“We’ll get him a full round of vaccines, then, too.” Copper eyes met yours, and for a second, you thought you saw a look of concern cross them. But then he blinked, and it was gone.

The vet ordered an MRI, and thankfully, because it was a large veterinary hospital connected with the local university, they were able to do it the same day. So you ended up staying at the vet for two hours as they anesthetized the cat and did the scan. While the cat was waking up, the vet called you into the exam room.

“We checked for a microchip, and there was none,” the vet--Dr. Jung--informed you, his brow furrowed. “Based on the cat’s malnutrition and the condition of the coat, it’s likely he was a stray for at least a few months.” You nodded. The poor cat. “We should have the MRI results soon. I’ll give you a call in a few hours once I get a chance to read them. Normally, since he’s a stray, we would contact our foster network to see if anyone would be able to take him in. But since you brought him in-”

“I’ll keep him,” you said quickly. You were planning on it anyway. Just because he was hurt didn’t mean you were willing to give him up.

“Good.” Dr. Jung smiled at you. “My assistant is wrapping his shoulder now, and we’d like to just monitor him for a few more minutes to make sure he’s coming out of the anesthesia well, but you should be clear to take him home after that.” He placed a box on the table between you. “This is Clavamox. One millilitre twice a day for seven days. I don’t think he’ll develop an infection, but since he was so dirty, I think it’s probably better to be safe.” You nodded and pocketed the box. “We also gave him a rabies shot while he was here. It’s standard because he was bitten. If you notice any symptoms, please call us immediately. Once he’s feeling better, we can get him the rest of the vaccines he needs.”

You nodded. This was a lot all at once. And you didn’t even know what you wanted to call the cat yet.

Dr. Jung seemed to be able to tell you were feeling overwhelmed, because he offered you a comforting smile and patted your shoulder. “I’m going to go check on him. You can come if you want.”

As soon as you entered the room, groggy copper eyes were on you. The poor thing looked stoned out of his mind, but there was recognition there, and that gave you some comfort. At least he wasn’t glaring at you anymore. Dr. Jung’s assistant had wrapped his shoulder, so he had a bandage from his upper left front leg wrapped all the way around his chest and up around his shoulders.

“What are we going to do with you, kitty?” you questioned softly, reaching out and gently placing your hand on his head.

After checking the cat’s vitals one last time, Dr. Jung let you leave.

He was limp in your arms as you carried him into your apartment, still a little drugged up from the anesthesia. The whole way back to your apartment, he had sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window like a drunk, moody college student.

“It’s up to you if you want to stay, kitty,” you told him, gently laying him down on your couch as soon as you kicked your shoes off. Of course you wanted to keep him. You had grown attached to him in the few hours you had been with him. But if he was miserable, you were willing to help him find somewhere that was more suited for his needs.

He tried to stand, succeeding only long enough to give a dramatic wobble before collapsing back into the overstuffed cushion. While he was completely recovered from the anesthesia, Dr. Jung had warned you that the cat might be feeling the side effects for a day or so. You reached out to pet him, but his copper eyes slanted into a glare, and you pulled back.

Assuming the cat was hungry, you left him alone and headed into the kitchen. You had some chicken in the fridge, and you thought maybe he would enjoy some fresh meat he didn’t have to steal. You weren’t sure when his last real meal was, so you wanted to go easy on his digestive system until you knew he was feeling better. You’d have to stop and get cat food at some point, but for now, chicken would do.

You did your best to trim off all the fat from the chicken breast. You knew he wouldn’t mind eating it--cats ate weirder things from fresh kills, after all--but you figured with how thin he was, lean meat would probably be better. Carefully, you cut it up into small, easy-to-chew chunks and put some on a plate, wrapping the rest and putting it into the fridge for later. You used a dropper to evenly spread the required dose of the antibiotics onto the chicken in hopes that it would make it easier to give him the medicine.

Returning to the living room, you noticed that the cat hadn’t moved aside from doing his best to curl up as small as possible in the corner of the couch. You tried not to make eye contact with him as you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it on the cushions. You weren’t particularly keen on having raw chicken all over your furniture, but you sat the plate on the blanket anyway. There was no way you trusted the cat to be able to jump down off your couch at this point.

“Here’s some chicken, kitty.” You gestured toward the plate, and he eyed it warily, unmoving. You supposed he would feel more comfortable eating if you weren’t in the room. “Don’t leave it too long--it’ll go bad. I have to go do some work. I’ll be in my office if you need me. It’s just down the hall.” As you stood up, you paused. You were talking to a cat. You were talking to a cat as if it could understand exactly what you were saying.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you had been living alone for too long.

Your mother had suggested you get a hybrid when you first moved to the city--a nice, loyal, protective one, like a German shepherd hybrid or a golden retriever--but you had never gone further than passively looking.

You were happy for the hybrids. A majority of them were still owned, but they could move about their lives freely and without question. It was illegal to treat them as servants, and all ownership had to be consensual, though you weren’t sure how well those rules were enforced. You didn’t really understand how someone could just own a hybrid--they were people, after all, even if their DNA was a little altered. It was weird to you, owning another sentient being like that.

Their lives were certainly much better than they had been. Some hybrids were naturally occurring, but others--a majority of them--had been created by rich and powerful individuals and the government in secret during some shady human experiments in the early 20th century. And, of course, because they were experiments, it created a whole host of problems regarding rights and discrimination.

But despite all the improvements, there was still a long way to go. There was nothing wrong with owning a hybrid if it was consensual, but that didn’t mean you were necessarily comfortable with it.

After a few hours of sitting at your desk working on your most recent graphic design project for work, you turned away and stretched. If you had to stare at the color chartreuse for ten more minutes, you thought you would go blind. It was time to check on the cat anyway, and you wanted to make sure you threw away any chicken that was left on the plate you had given him so he wouldn’t get sick.

When you entered the living room, you were immediately confused. The cat was gone, but so was your blanket. The plate was still on the couch, almost exactly where you left it, but it was entirely empty. Wonderful. You had taken in some sort of Houdini cat.

You grabbed the plate and put it in the sink, trying to look for your blanket as you went. You found it when you returned to the living room, the corner sticking out from under your TV stand. There was just enough space between the bottom shelf and the floor for the cat to fit under, and apparently he had taken the blanket with him. You couldn’t really blame him--it was April, and it was late evening, and your floors were still a little chilly.

“Hey kitty?” you called, bending down to see if you could see him under the shelf. You had thought about it while working, and at this point, you were just going to lean into the whole ‘talking to the cat like he’s a person’ thing. “It’s starting to get late. I’m going to go get ready for bed, okay?” You could just barely see his copper eyes hidden all the way under the TV stand. His pupils were blown wide to capture all the ambient light they could. “You can explore or whatever you’re comfortable with tonight, but please don’t ruin my stuff. Please be a good kitty.”

He blinked once and continued to stare blankly at you.

“Okay, well… if I don’t see you, goodnight.”

You stood and headed off to your bathroom to start your nightly routine. It only took you about a half an hour, but you were soon laying down in bed with your book. You had started it a few days ago, but you were hooked, and you were already almost done with it. The author had managed to somehow insert a space alien robot into today’s modern digital age, and you found it fascinating. You would never look at social media and influencers the same way after reading this book.

It was cozy in your room with the little bedside lamp on, snuggled up in your blankets. Your bed was soft--it was one of those that you could change it using a remote to fit your mood and preference, but you almost always preferred it soft--and you had plenty of blankets and pillows to make it comfortable.

You only had a few pages left when you noticed it, the shadow lingering in the hallway, slowly getting closer to your open bedroom door. It started out against the wall across the hall. When you next looked up after glancing down to your book, the shadow had moved to your doorway. He even had turned his head away like he was pretending it was a coincidence that he had ended up in your room.

He was walking with a slight limp, which was unsurprising given the bandage and the fact that he was attacked not even 12 hours before. He was much more lucid than he was when you first brought him home, though you could tell he was still a little groggy. You didn’t say anything to him--you figured if you did, he would bolt, so you let him do what he wanted.

After a few minutes--maybe 15 or 20--you closed your book quietly, careful not to startle the cat. You glanced at the doorway and didn’t see him, so you put your book on your nightstand and turned off the light. It took you a second, but you snuggled down into the blankets, pulling them tightly around you. You were just about to drift off when you felt it.

Something landed gently on your bed by your feet. It paused for a moment before slowly making its way up the bed to your head, its gait uneven. When it got to the other pillow, it laid down. You risked opening an eye then, and were met with copper eyes staring back at you.

He watched you warily, as if waiting for you to yell or kick him off the bed. When you didn’t, his eyes narrowed, and he slowly allowed himself to lay down, his head on his paws, curled up as best as he could be.

You fell asleep to the sound of him snoring lightly.

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levantea · 2 years

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Day 12 | hyunjin*ೃ༄

╰┈➤ 14 ways to say”i love you” series

Pairing: hyunjin x y/n

Genre: fluff to max lol

Rating: PG

Warning: none

Word count:

✦ Day 12: 53 — “Lie Sit down, i’ll get it” + 55 — “i don’t mind” + 57 — “there’s enough room for both of us!” + 70 — “you’re warm” + 84 — “the key is under the mat”

Cough, cough, cough.

“Wow, what a gift early in the morning,” your hoarsed voice creeked when you woke up, with the addition of split headache making everything worse.

You knew it, because you caught a cold yesterday when running to college and it was drizzling. Dashing under the pouring sky for a good 15 mins was enough to put you on bed for the next few days, but you are living alone in a rented apartment as your parents are working abroad.

Vision blurry, head throbbing, throat burning pinned you on the bed while you tried to search for your phone, somewhere located under your pillow. Your hands were trembling badly while you hug yourself closer with the comforter, squinting your eyes to see all the notifications.

12 missed calls from Hyun❤️.

“Oh god,” you cursed under your breath as you swiftly dial back, hearing the recipient on the other end picking up the call almost instantly.

“Y/n? Babe? Can you hear me?” his worried voice travelled to your ears, calming yourself down while you laughed weakly, soon replaced by a severe cough, causing the latter on the other end to frown more.

“Y-yes…*cough* why did you ca-call me so many, times?” you mastered whatever leftover energy you have while trying to keep yourself concious, because no one can save you if you faint right now.

“Babe?! Why are you coughing? Are you sick?!” you heard his tone was raised.

“*Cough*Yea.”

“You know what I’m coming,” he soon cutted off the call before you can even reply, plopping your head back onto your pillow and closed your eyes to avoid seeing the spinning ceiling.

Pabo, you thought.

Never have you been so sick before and nobody is by your side to take care of you as your parents used to take good care of you until they have no choice but to leave and work abroad for 2 years, but thankfully you have grown up and able to settle basic necessities daily, except yourself being sick now.

Luckily, you have a meticulous boyfriend who always tries his best to take care of you despite living a few bus stops away. Studying in a different college doesn’t create more distance between both of you, instead helping you guys to become closer because cherishing every moment to be together is very precious now.

You smiled weakly like a fool when reminiscing about all the fluff memories between you and him since dating, and how he still doesn’t change even after 4 years. He is always there for you whenever you need him, even if it means to travel anywhere to find you, vice versa.

Finding a partner that loves you more than loving himself is as rare as hen’s teeth. Not only being a partner, he is like your soulmate too, understanding your needs without saying a word, matching perfectly like fire and water.

He is definitely the fire. Everything he does, he will make sure to put all his effort in and not hold back. Once he aim for something, he will do anything within his ability to obtain it. Similarly for you, the moment his eyes landed on you over a sea of people, he wouldn’t let you go easily and hold you tight everywhere he goes. Slight obsession is still fine, but sometimes you had to calm him down with your water-like personality so he will pull back more, integrating with one another.

As you were indulging in your memories, you heard your door has a slight ‘click’ sound. You furrowed your brows and soon easing them when you heard your lover’s voice. You thought it was someone who break through until his husky voice assured you.

“Babe?“ He gently open your room door, seeing your pale lips and face with thin layer of cold sweat layering on top of your forehead, shivering under the blanket and squeezing your eyes tight.

“Oh dear, let me get you some medicine,” he quickly dash out again to whip out some panadols he brought from his house and poured a glass of water, soon delivering them to your mouth.

He lifted you up abit, gently placing you over his chest while you pushed him away, worrying if he will get sick as well. Otherwise, he pulled you even tighter to him and you don’t bother to retailiate anymore.

“Don’t sit so close to me, *cough* you will get sick,” you weakly murmured your words while keeping your eyes close, furrowing your eyebrows while waiting for the headache to subside.

“I don’t mind as long as i get you recovered,” he took a wet cloth with him just now and gently placed over your forehead, hoping to reduce some body temperature for you.

Whenever he sees you struggling or suffering physically or mentally, his heart will ache as if someone is squeezing his heart so forcefully that makes him feel almost suffocated until you recover from the ordeals. He looked at you worryingly as you patted his hands that were circled around your waist, assuring him that you will be okay soon.

“How do you get into here?” you asked softly while holding onto his hands, making the latter chuckled while he sit besides you, tucking your sheets.

“The key is under the mat, your usual style isn’t it?” he carassed your forehead ever so gently like you are a feather, massaging your temple to ease your headache. You slowly nodded as your lips curled up, shying at how you totally forget about your typical habits and it is still remembered by the guy beside you.

After the panadol start to take effect on you, you start to feel better as compared to just waking up but the feeling of having a sticky face irks you. About to sit up and grab your facial wipes in the washroom, you are pinned down to the bed again by Hyunjin’s hands as he ordered you to rest.

“What do you want to get? Lie down, i’ll get it for you,” he patted your hands as he left the bed, following your instructions to the washroom and get the item you aimed.

You are just expecting him to pass you the packet but he went all the way to help you wipe your face, cooing you like a baby which caused to giggle at his actions. Having him around certainly make you feel alot more better as he is aware of what he can do to help you feel better and treating you like a queen.

Soon after wiping your face, he went to clear all the rubbish that was in your room, preparing some lighthearted food for you before coming in and fit himself into the bed.

“Are you sure the bed won’t collapse? It’s a freaking single bed!” you playfully slapped his toned arms while he hide his face into the crook of your neck, giggling and rubbing his nose against the bare skin of your neck.

“Did you just look down on my babe? There’s enough room for the 2 of us!” he huffed at you while pulling you tighter, sniffing at your body scent despite all your perspires from the heat in your body, planting soft kisses on your back.

“You’re warm babe, so warm, the weather was still dark and gloomy outside and i almost got myself drenched too…hugging you feels much better now,” he breathed into your ears, making you flinch slightly due to the ticklishness.

“So am i your heater?” you turned over to face him while lifting your hands to trace his jawline, trying to tease him but soon having your hands held in his. He smirk at you before leaning closer and dropped an octave in his tone when replying.

“No, you are my everything,” you judged at his mushy statement before nudging closer to him, both engulfing into each other’s warmth and drifting into wonderland under the rainy yet cozy weather with each other close to their hearts.

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bratkook · 3 years

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eleven months. (m) myg. one.

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pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: fluff, slow burn!!!, eventual smut, warnings: none this chapter. word count: 2.8k author’s note: this chapter is on the shorter side, just diving into them meeting and giving you all a small glimpse into them as individuals! im really excited for this story so let me know what you think, feel free to scream about anything in my inbox bye ily lmao summary: it’s been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing what’s coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.

Yoongi loves the rain, really he does. The way the clouds gloom over the city, encompassing it in this darkness that reminds him of underexposed film. He wishes he could always see the world through this filter, always smell the scent of wet soil and tarmac as he makes his way through the streets. Something about hearing the soft patter hitting the sidewalk, bouncing off the rooftops and dripping from the gutters calms him. A soft smile spreads across his face as he exhales the smoke in his lungs, letting the stick hang loosely off his lips while his hands clutch onto his umbrella.

When he stomps his foot into a wide puddle, the cold water splashes up onto his ankle and he grimaces. He hates being caught in the middle of rain. It didn’t matter if he had his umbrella or not, or if he managed to bundle enough for the downpour, he hates stepping into puddles and getting his socks wet. Hates how some of the raindrops that slipped under his umbrella—since it was now raining sideways—have managed to make his cigarette slightly soggy.

Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth this time, he holds it in front of his face with a frown. It was halfway done but no longer burning properly due to how wet it had become.

What a waste.

As he passes a trash can, he stubs it out fully and tosses it inside, a small pout on his face at the loss of something to fidget with. But then he sees the glowing sign inching closer, the bright neon yellow standing out in the grim weather. The illuminated Rkive360 in the distance stops him from slipping out another smoke, choosing to stuff his unoccupied hand into the pocket of his jeans, moving his legs a little faster to get to his destination.

The bell at the top of the door jingles as he stumbles in, his foot tripping over the small lip of the mat by the door. That was a safety hazard he’d playfully bitch to Namjoon about later.

“Yoongi, hey!” When he balances out, closing his umbrella and giving it a good shake by the door, he looks up and grins at Taehyung. He spots him standing by a flat spread of clothes a few feet away, folding out some new items as he stares at Yoongi with a genuine smile. His curls flop over his eyes and Yoongi chuckles to himself as he wonders how a guy like him was here folding shirts when he should probably be the face of Gucci or something.

Well, that’s life.

“Hey man,” Yoongi mumbles out, his eyes catching the plastic bin beside the door that’s labeled ‘umbrellas here’ in a messy scribble he can only attribute to Taehyung. Not needing to be told twice, he sticks his dripping umbrella upside down into it and shuffles inside the shop, taking a minute to look around like he always did.

Record stores have always been his safe space, even as a teenager. The amount of time spent in one after school, loitering inside with his friends as he sorted through the racks of CDs and vinyl, exiting with his bag of new goodies that left him excited to get home and play them. It was god sent that his best friend decided to open up his own place years ago, keeping it fully stocked with anything he could imagine. Maybe Yoongi was a little biased, but this was definitely the best shop in the country.

It’s a welcoming place, pops of color in every corner, tall standing sculptures mixed in with displays of music, autographed albums and posters framed onto the wall behind the counter. It’s the full embodiment of his best friend, down to the tiny KAWS figurines perched beside the register and the music playing through the speakers. The small melody in the background fills his ears once the door is shut, recognizing the song playing as Dang! by Mac Miller and he bobs along as he approaches Taehyung.

“Quick question,” he starts, his hands coming up to shake at his gray hair that was slightly damp from the rain. Taehyung sets the shirt down, resting both of his palms on the table as he leans towards Yoongi with interest. “Any chance you guys miraculously got Seventeen Seconds in your stock this week?”

Taehyung hums in thought, his brows furrowing together as he tries to mentally sort through the massive boxes of new vinyl Namjoon had brought in a few days ago. New shipment comes once a week but every now and then Namjoon goes out of his way to find specific records, never missing with his selection.

A small flash of blurry trees crosses his mind and then he's smiling at him. “Yeah, we actually got it the other day. Pretty sure Namjoon hunted it down for you since you’ve been asking. It should be in the back.” His thumb points behind him, towards the display tables that held all the LP’s available at the store, a very familiar spot.

Yoongi mumbles out a thanks as he makes his way over, eyes already locked onto the bin that he knew would hold his prized possession. It’s not until he gets a few feet closer that he sees your crouched frame over a box, figure slightly hidden by a giant CD rack. You’re rummaging through the records, almost making him flinch when you quickly stand back up and find their proper spot in the display. You don’t notice him approaching until he’s right beside you, eyes once again glued to the bins lined in alphabetical order once the initial shock of another person subsided.

That’s when you give him a glance, sending him a soft smile as you slip the record in its rightful spot, crouching back down to grab the next bunch. His hand pauses on the edge of the bin at the glimpse of something familiar, momentarily distracted by your shirt. When you stand back up, feeling him staring at you, you slowly turn to face him once more with your eyebrows raised up in question.

He takes note of the tag clipped to your shirt, it reads Sana but he’s used to dealing with Sana and you are definitely not her. You’re new.

The smile remains on your lips as you rest your hip against the edge of the table holding up the record bins, preparing to put your best customer service voice to use. His eyes glance at the writing on your shirt again, cracking a grin when he confirms it's a New Order shirt tucked into your black jeans. “You like New Order?”

Your smile falters slightly, your arms crossing in front of you as you narrow your eyes at him in defense, not entirely sure how to take his tone. “If you’re about to ask me to name five of their songs I’ll have to walk away to avoid getting fired.”

His smile widens at that, soft and gummy, breaking his cold appearance as his arms raise up in front of him in surrender. “No, just an observation.”

Your demeanor softens again, your arms sagging back down to your sides and smiling once more. “Good, it's my first day on the job and I’d really like to keep it.”

Yoongi chuckles softly, going back to his searching for his precious album, leaning over the third bin dedicated to bands starting with the letter C. His nimble fingers flip through the LPs until he gets to the Cure, sorting through Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me, passing Pornography until he reaches Wish and his brows furrow, flicking back and forth as if the album he wanted would magically appear.

“Need help finding something?” You speak up again when you take note of him sorting through the same chunk of vinyl. He grunts lightly, letting the stack slant back in a heap as he purses his lips.

“Yeah actually, Taehyung said you guys got the album Seventeen Seconds but I don’t see it.

You step back from reorganizing the bin labeled S, trying to remember if you had brought the record out or if it was still sitting in the second box ready to be unpacked. Your brain was already overwhelmed from all of the information you had been given on your first day, trying to unscramble the entire backroom and it’s countless boxes—most of which were unlabeled because Taehyung said it’s not necessary since he knows where everything is.

Much like Taehyung, you recall seeing a flash of the album cover when you sorted through the new box of records, knowing exactly where it was tucked away since you had been the one to store it. You were under strict orders to not put it out on the floor, because according to Namjoon, if someone else took this album you’d be attending his funeral.

“Oh, uh gimme a sec.” You shuffle away, leaving him behind as you approach Taehyung, still folding away. “Hey, Tae?”

He hums in question, turning to stare at you with a small smile. “Whats up?”

“That guy is asking for Seventeen Seconds but Namjoon told me he’d be murdered if I gave this out to anyone.”

Taehyung starts laughing instantly, setting the shirt down as he stares at a confused looking Yoongi still standing by the LP’s. “Yeah, he was saving it for him specifically.”

“Got it, okay. Thanks.” You make a beeline back to the tables at the back, passing Yoongi with a polite smile. “Be right back!” you exclaim, wagging your finger at him as you make your way towards the back room, clearly on a mission.

Yoongi just stands there as you enter the employee stock room, not trying to cross any professional lines and follow you since you have no idea who he is. It's only a few feet away and you left the door propped open so when a few minutes pass and he hears rustling, followed by a heavy sounding thud and some curse words, he can’t help but wander over and peak his head in.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face when he sees the way you’re frozen, one foot on the ledge of the shelf and the other on a not so sturdy looking stool, caught in the act of a poorly made decision. Below you lay two brown boxes that carry shirts you’re meant to unpack later, definitely the cause of the loud thud he had heard.

“Yep,” you confirm as you pluck out the record you need, shoving the box back into its safe spot and hopping down haphazardly. “Here you go.”

Grabbing the record carefully, he flips it over to skim the track list and smiles widely when he looks back up at you. That familiar warmth fills his chest as he holds the new item, making him feel the same way he had as a teenager when he bought his first LP. He had been searching for this vinyl for months now. It wasn’t as if it was no longer in production, he just couldn’t seem to find it in stock anywhere he looked and buying it internationally was the last resort he would take since the shipping fees were downright illegal. “Thanks.”

You’re already hunched down on the floor as you open up one of the boxes that had fallen in your haste to scale the shelves, deciding to just unpack in now since you were here.

“Yeah, no problem. Tae can ring you up at the front.” Sending him off with a smile and a wave, he takes that as his cue to exit, making his way to the front again.

When he leaves the backroom you flop onto your butt with a huff, your legs sprawling out with the second box in between them. You were hoping your words didn’t come across as rude to him but you couldn’t take the way his sharp eyes stared at you. Had he lingered any longer you would have embarrassed yourself, it was a miracle your footing hadn’t slipped on your way down from the shelves. You can’t imagine your ego being able to recover from a tumble like that.

Taehyung spots Yoongi leaning against the front counter, setting the final shirt down and going to stand behind it with a smile. “Did you find everything okay?” he asks automatically, the general phrases they had to use coming out without a thought and Yoongi scoffs, sliding the record across the counter and nodding.

“Of course I did, you let Namjoon know that I said your customer service is unmatched.” His finger gently rubs against the first black KAWS figurine, smiling at the remaining four as he remembers how Namjoon had excitedly told him that this was their friend group, representing them all perfectly.

Taehyung grins with a roll of his eyes, scanning the album and slipping it into the brown paper bag they provided. “Wonderful. Your total is 40,000 won.”

“Wow, your customer service voice is phenomenal.”

Taehyung laughs now, his nose crinkling up at Yoongi's sarcastic tone, watching how Yoongi grins back at him, succeeding in getting him to crack. “Fuck you, man.”

“Ah, there he is.” Yoongi hums with a chuckle as he pulls out his wallet, sorting through his bills and handing them to Taehyung. “Who’s New Order girl?”

Tae raises his brows as he enters the amount into the POS, the drawer popping open against his hips. “Oh, Y/N?” Yoongi only shrugs, you had Sana’s name tag on so how the hell should he know.

Taehyung stuffs the money into the drawer and slams it shut, ripping off the receipt from the machine and slipping it into the bag. “She just started today, can’t remember where she moved from, some place far though.” He shrugs as he hands the bag over to Yoongi.

The older boy ruffles his damp hair up, accepting the bag with his right hand. “Oh, cool. Well thanks, I’ll see you guys later then?” Taehyung just waves him off with a smile, similar to the way you did and he laughs to himself when he realizes Taehyung must be the one in charge of training you.

As he approaches the front door he pulls out his pack of cigarettes once more, sliding one out and slipping it between his lips. He finds himself looking towards the back of the shop again, seeing you resuming your organization, but your head lifts up as you feel him staring at you from his spot at the door. The spark of his lighter flashes across his face when he lights up his smoke, opening his umbrella once more now that he's partially outside. When your eyes meet, he smiles around the stick, giving you a nod before turning and walking back out into the rain.

You watch as his figure disappears down the street, his dark silhouette blending in with the rest of the people roaming the city, and when you can no longer see him through the store window you turn towards Taehyung. He’s stood at the POS, fidgeting with the screen, but when you call his name he glances up at you. “Is he a regular?”

He nods in response, eyes going back to stare at the screen as he begins to print out a sheet to fulfill the online orders the store received. “Yeah, he comes in at least once a week. Buys strictly vinyl. I think Namjoon mentioned he’s a music producer, or maybe it was a DJ, I can’t remember.”

Taehyung evidently doesn’t have the best memory, that much had been made clear in the short span you’ve known him. He had forgotten your name twice during your interview, Namjoon having to subtly repeat it for him, he had also asked you three times where you were from and at first you thought he was joking but when his face remained serious you realized he had really forgotten already.

“Hey, where’d you move from again?” he asks one more, genuinely curious as if you hadn’t told him a handful of times already.

“I told you, Iceland.” It’s a lie, but when he hums in thought—pretending to suddenly remember—you chuckle at the newfound way to mess with him.

He’s quick to start questioning you about Iceland, nodding along to the lies you spill while you both go back to your tasks of sorting albums and folding shirts. It makes your first full shift eventful, passing jokes back and forth as the sky grows gloomier. As distracting as your conversations get, you can’t help but glance up through the windows whenever a dark clad figure walks by, the thought of the sharp eyed stranger lingering in your mind.

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henryobsessed · 3 years

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The Veterinarian and the Werewolf - Chapter 1

Summary: Jessie has completed Veterinarian school, after the death of her aunt has moved back to her home town.

word Count: 2013

A/N hello How are you all doing? we are in lockdown again here in Victoria Australia, I hope that means more time to write :)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Jessie sank into her plush foe leather couch; it had been a month since she had returned to her hometown and surprisingly her business was thriving. Even though she had yet to treat any wildlife she had a steady stream of cats, dogs, birds, ferrets, and other assortments of domestic animals heading through her doors. A big surprise to her was the number of cattle ranchers who on her arrival had asked her to make house calls to assess their cattle. Normally they paid for someone to come out to their co-op from the neighbouring bigger city. Now she was here if she could gain their trust, she would be set.

She looked around at her aunt’s old house, so many beautiful memories, Bet had been her best friend apart from the animals and had encouraged her to follow her dreams, she had even pitched in to her college fund when her parents’ life insurances had not been quite enough. She pictured her aunt standing at the stove, cooking her pancakes, grey hair piled atop her head, apron wrapped around her tall slender body, excited to cook for “The Vet” as she had lovingly called her even before she started her degree.

The last time they had spent time together she had sat on the couch, pancakes in hand. Her honey brown eyes pinning Jessie to her seat as her age roughened voice pleaded, “You can’t keep shutting people out Jessie, you have to open yourself to the possibility that you might find love, or even a good friend. You’re an adult now, and I won’t be around forever.” Her eyes misting as she whispered, “I worry about you honey, I don’t want you living your life alone like I did.”

Jessie had hugged her aunt pulling her in tight as she felt her sweet Bet’s distress. She had never asked why she was on her own, caught up in her own dramas. She had loved that it was just the two of them. But now she wondered if she had been too selfish. Once she was at college, her aunt was alone again. As if validating her aunt’s concern’s, she had received a call, a week after returning back to her last month of college. Her Aunt had suffered a major heart attack at work. Even though she was in the hospital when it had occurred, they were unable to save her. It had been a hard few months no one had come by the house for the funeral, it had just been the two of them. The local lawyer had encouraged her to sell up and move to a more populated area saying they had no need for a vet, and she had considered it. But a part of her still felt connected to the land, connected to those buried deep within the woods around their house.

He phone buzzed bringing her out of her musings, shaking the tired fog from her head she peeked at the antique gold clock above the mantel 11pm, Picking up the phone she heard a timid voice answer “Is this the vet, the one that came to our ranch last week?” mind pulled into action she answered “ yes this is the Vet what can I do for you?” a shaky breath let out as the young man responded, “I’m sorry for calling so late, My name is Thomas, my dad owns Ride em ranch. I was out checking traps around the property line, I hate them so much but dad insists we have them, a wolf has been caught. If I don’t get him out of here soon my Dad or one of the hands will come and kill him. Please what do I do?” sitting up Jessie talked in a calm voice to the boy, “First thing how is the wolf behaving?” getting up Jessie pulled her coat on whilst heading for the car, “He’s growling and whimpering at the same time ma’am, I think he would bite me if I got to close, but I can see he is in a lot of pain.” Opening the door to her pickup she jumped in glad her veterinarian bag was already in the back. “Ok Thomas tell me where you are, I am on my way”

Jessie was focused looking for the a boy in a red checked shirt and dark blue jeans, a part of her was excited, she was finally able to help a wolf, but another part of her was worried she was too late. There waving his arms illuminated by the high beams of her truck she saw Thomas, he had blond hair, brown eyes, and stood around 6 ft 3 although he had not filled out yes so even with his height looked like a young man.

Pulling up she could see his obvious fretting as he didn’t stop to talk but rather, as soon as she had her bag, started moving back into the forest. The boy was so intent on getting her there he didn’t say a word, however the closer they got the more evident it was the animal was in great distress. Long lone howls could be heard along with whimpers, when Thomas broke into the area where the wolf was his whimpers changed to savage snapping of his teeth and loud growls interrupted by his whines. The was until Jessie stepped into the opening, She could have sworn the wolf looked right at her with shock before it laid its head down and quietened. Jessie was amazed, its behaviour was one of submission and in its current state was highly unusual. She walked closer, slowly talking to the animal, “Hey boy, your ok, I’m here to help ok. Will you let me help you?”

She knelt just outside of the range where the wolf could reach her and reached into the bag, the majestic creature watched her closely but gone was the snarls and defensive growling. All that was left was his pain filled whimper, quickly assessing his weight she pulled a small tranquilizer gun out along with some prefilled darts. On seeing the gun he let out a long mournful howl that tore at her heart, “I’m sorry, but this will make you feel better I promise.” Taking aim she shot into his flank. He let out a soft yelp, they kept eye contact as he slowly lowered his eye lids.

Ok Thomas we need to move fast, I had to guess his weight and even though I am sure I’ve have put him out for the night I can’t guarantee that.” Together they moved to the brown black creature, jessie made note as they together removed the trap from its leg that the creature had seen better days. His hair was matted in places and there were other areas where the fur was missing showing signs of fights that it had been in. Carefully after assessing the rest of its body, Thomas and Jessie lifted the creature which from tail to muzzle would have been 6 ft 5 however it showed malnutrition and was much lighter that she would have expected for a creature of its size and age. In fact had Thomas not been there to help she would have been able to lift the wolf herself which said a lot for its condition. Sadness filled her as they carefully placed it in the back of the truck. Once he was securely placed in the back she turned to the young man “Thank you Thomas, I appreciate your help and your kindness” Thomas looked down at his feet for a moment before signing, “Please don’t tell my pa, he would think I was a pansy for doing this. What he fails to understand is we need to work with the wolves without them….. well we need them. Thank you for coming, I hope he survives.”

Jessie watched the tall young man in her rear vision as she dove away, there was something special about him.

On reaching her clinic she bought out a trolley and carefully picked up the wolf playing him down and wheeled him into the treatment rooms. Her first priority was x-ray the leg and make sure it wasn’t broken, as she moved around the room her other patients called out to her. A small Tibetan spaniel who was in for cherry eye surgery whimpered at her before settling down in it’s cage, along with a tabby who was recovering from a broken leg, who at all the noise hissed at her. “ohh come now calm down, we have to help this poor creature ok. I expect you both to keep him company as he recovers.” She quickly took the x-rays dismayed to see that the trap had indeed crushed his ulna and radius on the right leg. The night was long as she reset the leg and applied a cast. The sun was coming up, and her young assistant joe was walking in the front door as she finished setting the wolf up in a special cage.

Joe taken aback walked around to peer into the cage, “OMG Jessie, where did you find this boy? He is gorgeous and yet has seen better days.” Exhausted she just stood wiping her hands on her apron and started cleaning, “you look like you need a break Jessie, why don’t you go home, I’ll reschedule your non important appointments and push the urgent ones back to this afternoon so you can get some sleep.” Grateful she nodded her thanks and left the Joe to care for the grumpy cat, and Tibbey.

Jessie’s dreams were plagued with images of the wolf, his eyes that held so much pain caused her heart to constrict. The resemblance to the those she had buried so many years ago could not have been a coincidence. As she tossed and turned the images grew bolder, the wolfs from long ago circled her, she felt no fear only curiousness as they sniffed at her before one by one they laid at her feet. She knelt and stroked each one, reassuring them that she would take care of him. A loud sound broke into the now peaceful dream, her mind now fussy she picked up the phone, “Jessie” the frantic voice of her assistant invaded her calm “Jessie you have to get down here, the wolf woke up and is tearing at the cage. I can’t even get close enough to change the fluid bag. I’m scared he is going to break out.” Jumping out of bed she ran to grab her bag, not even worried that she was still in her pajamas she ran to her truck. The clinic was only 5 mins by car, but she was the only one authorised to use the tranqu gun.

Running into the clinic she could hear the panicked snarls and snaps of the wolf, the sound of the metal clanging and it tried to escape. Gun in hand she ran into the room, as Joe opened the door and her eyes met that of the wolf the strangest thing happened. Just as it had in the forest, the wolf calmed, whined and laid its head down. “well I never!!” Joe breathed in exasperation, “Teach me Obi wan, Tell me your secrets” if she hadn’t been so socked herself she would have laughed at Joe’s comment. However this was not normal wolf behaviour. Taking a risk she moved forward and sat before the creature, an odd feeling settling in her stomach as joe handed her the new bag. Talking in a calm voice she addressed the canine, “This will help you feel better ok” his eyes locked with hers as he whimpered. Risking everything she hooked up the new bag then opened the cage, going against her training she reached in and caressed him. She felt his body relax the more she stroked his neck and flank until he was once again asleep. Replacing the latch on the door she looked back a Joe both confused and amazed.

Chapter 2

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bangtan-dreamland · 3 years

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all i wanna do (is grow old with you)

Pairing: ot7 x gn!reader (a drabble for each member)

Word Count: 3430

Warnings: no warnings needed! this is basically just feel good u.u

Rating: pg

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Summary: a small collection of moments in the domestic bliss you and him held.

AN: dropping this here for no reason other than to say yes I am alive strong power thank you

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playfights are something that you always have to be on watch for with seokjin, with how mischievous he is. and at this moment, washing your dog, you are ever more on guard. or maybe not, because while you continue on lathering your dog's dirty fur, you suddenly feel a blob of something wet on your head. your hair, to be specific. you can feel the soap slide down like a boat would fall down a waterfall, you flash a glare at seokjin, who's suddenly looking all too nervous, eyes blinking fast, but the smile on his lips giving him away as the guilty apprehender. 'it was the dog!' he cries out, and you almost lunge at him- while he jumps away from you.

'seokjin! get back here!'

'i'm innocent!'

'no you're not, that was the worst excuse i've ever heard!'

you both end up running around the garden, soap trailing behind your figures and bubbles behind you, laughter ringing out in the air as you try, again and again, to catch him. it's almost infuriating how your lover uses his longer legs to keep a healthy distance between the two of you. when you finally corner him, you're both out of breath, and the water has made your clothes cling on too tight to your bodies, but you haven't grinned or smiled or laughed as hard in a while, and the mirroring look on your lover's face makes you think it's worth it.

'it was an accident,' he insists. 'the dog threw it, not me.'

you can't even refute the ridiculousness of that statement. oh wait. you can. 'jin, the dog doesn't even know how to throw the soap! and definitely not on my hair!'

a look of pure incredulity shows on his face, pout appearing and eyes blinking fast as if it will help give him credibility, the dork. 'well, that's what it wants you to think.' he concurs with a mockingly offended, quite overly dramatic tone, complete with a vivid shaking of the head. 'but i saw differently!'

'don't you believe your husband?'

you burst out laughing, all over again, for some reason you can't even explain, your heart sosososo full of love. 'god, why am i even in love with you?'

(the two of you do clean up the garden afterwards though, the plants and furniture drowned while you weren't looking- not to mention you have to give the dog a bath all over again, as it rolled around in the dirt while the two of you were busy playing tag.

seokjin, for his part, is completely unrepentant. you should be stricter, but...

well. at least he made you cookies afterwards.)

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it's an hour after three when yoongi comes home, tired, drowsy figure almost collapsing on the sofa as he yawns. he almost falls asleep when you flick the lights back on, watching with no small amount of glee and (some) frustration as the man startles, almost falling off said furniture.

'you really have got to stop staying up until it's almost daytime,' you chide him, walking over to tug him up and off of the sofa, sighing as you card fingers through his matted locks. he looks up at you with the poutiest expression ever, and you steel yourself to not give in with the sheer amount of cute that has congregated to make the person named min yoongi in your arms. instead you amble with him up the stairs, the two of you making for a pair of sleepy, exhausted lovebirds. you'll have to put in first floor bedrooms when you look for a house together, this happens one too many times already.

when you reach your shared bedroom, you push him into the shower, the water already heated up, while you take out a pair of pajamas.

drying his hair, when the both of you are prone to nodding off, is a herculean chore. still, it's not as if you're okay with wet hair on your pillow, and you know that's an easy way to get sick the next day for him. 'you were in your studio again, weren't you?' you grumble, although you're pretty sure he's fallen asleep already and you're talking to no one. yoongi, for all that he is there to take care of others, is surprisingly receptive to affection when left without a choice. 'i had to,' he surprisingly says, stubborn, but with a sigh, his tone quiet but firm. 'inspiration struck'. and you can't even argue against that, knowing full well how a muse is to her artist. so instead you settle for drawing him close, close, close, muttering softly.

'maybe i should ask if they can add a bedroom to the studio.' you feel him smile against your skin, voice close enough to murmur in your ears.

'you know i'll only ever get to really sleep when i'm beside you.'

you scoff. 'you and i both know that's not true.'

warmth against your skin, an arm over yours, and a leg intertwined, soft hair tickling your cheeks, and you feel as if you could head off as it is, but no. he has the audacity to speak up again.

'you are my most melodious lullaby, the sweetest good morning, the link between my dreams and reality. if you aren't there when i sleep and when i awake, then how do i know you aren't just something i've been dreaming for? that you’re actually real, and right beside me?' he presses a kiss against your skin, and, god, that smooth ass jerk, you refuse to look at him at all.

(you both wake up late that morning, and you find you can't complain in the end anyway. even though he always ends up staying up far too late, at least, you know this, you and him will always be each other’s first view in the morning.

not a dream, indeed.)

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'come on, love, dance with me!' you grin widely as you surprise hoseok, holding his hand captive in yours, the feather duster falling from his hands as you slide in front of him, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheeks.

he splutters, 'i thought we were supposed to be cleaning,' he raises an eyebrow at you, but you only nuzzle your nose against his, clutching onto him with a pout. there is a standoff with the two of you ending up staring at each other with all the fondness you can feel inside you, one that you end up winning when he places a kiss on the crown of your head.

'dusting can wait,' you insist. 'we're both already filthy anyway!' he feels the laughter bubble up inside him, the helplessly fond smile he has reserved for you and you only showing. but you're not lying, the attic room has been a mess the whole day and one afternoon will not transform it instantly. which is why, rather, standing in the middle of the not-so-crowded-anymore room, the sunlight beaming down from the window and the radio playing out an old love song, you find yourself more inclined to drop what you're supposed to be doing, in favor of spending a few minutes to indulge.

'your parents will get angry,' he points out, and you hum as you place your hand with his, his arm settling across your waist. this is far from what he normally dances, sharp moves and fluid spins becoming slow and sweet, the usual awe-inducing performance making way for intimacy in that private way, where the two of you are in your own world, closed off from the others. in this moment, you think that's not that far off from the truth.

'they won't mind,' you shake your head. 'and we can just take a bath afterwards.' he leads you in a sort of glide, across the room, the melody turning and twirling you around, heart beating in both of your chests in a steady, steady rate, each in time with the music. and when he ends the dance, you in his arms, both of you slightly breathless, staring into each other's eyes, you find yourself wondering not for the first time if your lover is not warmth itself reincarnated, for how else can you explain away the feeling of being awash in sunlight, not a single part of you left untouched?

(what was supposed to take only a few days turns into a week and then some, but you can't feel regret for a single moment as the attic becomes filled up with memories you already cherish, a secret hideaway for the two of you.)

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'namjoon, come sit down on the grass with me,' you call out, pout on your face as you beckon your lover to come on over. han river remains sparkling no matter whether daytime or nighttime, the waters reflecting the city's beauty, and you are not the only admirer. still, there is something to be said about the way your lover looks as he falls into his thoughts. the two of you made plans to have a picnic here in the park, as the setting sun made itself known across the sky, but it's less of a romantic escapade than it is a moment of peace, a brief respite in your hectic lives.

'we should have brought a blanket,' he finally says, but you interlace your hand with his, your fingers with his own, tugging him down. he easily complies for all that he complains, and you don't think even he can deny how the grass feels under you. staring up at the dimming sky, blue and red bleeding into gold and purple, the stars beginning to peek through the curtains of night, you find yourself drifting away, the lull of the city dragging you to rest.

'what do you think of the multi-universe theory?' you hear him ask. namjoon is looking up at the sky, and there is a familiar expression on his face that tells you he is thinking about the secrets of the universe yet again, of the human nature and how each and everyone is connected. it's when he looks a little dazed, eyes focused on something beyond, a wistful tone in his voice, and he falls quiet, but when he speaks his thoughts there is always a 'what if?'. 'i wonder if we'd met in other universes too,' he says simply.

you laugh, gently. 'kim namjoon, if you are saying that there is a universe in which i see you and fail to love you, then let me reassure you now.' he looks away, a pout barely surfacing on his face, and you turn towards him, hands clasped together and your hair spread below you, the two of you picture perfect. 'maybe that universe does exist. maybe in another space and time, i wouldn't have the blessing that i have here, to love you as freely, as much as i can. but this isn't that universe, and nothing will stop me from staying by your side.'

by the end of it, your head is turned away with embarrassment, unable to take what might be his reaction. when you hear him huff, quiet, you turn around. what greets you is namjoon, blushing. 'what would i do without you?' he smiles, soft and sheepish and loving, and you roll your eyes, even as you feel yourself become something not unlike putty in this man's hands, a wave of love crashing over the sandcastle that is you. 'let's hope we never find out.'

(you spend hours in that park, talking about everything and anything, and when you go home it must be close to midnight. not that you regret it, though, when the two of you clumsily almost topple over each other, collapsing on your sofa, together, while you order takeout for the nth time because you're both too tired to cook.)

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you don't think much of it, stealing jimin's clothes is as normal, as easy as that for you. the two of you practically share the other's now, a constant mismatch between your closet as what is yours and what is his is blurred, the lines toed and crossed over every time that it's simply easier to count your closets as one being rather than two.

still, it makes for a messy, uncoordinated space, and it easily slips from your mind, or his, of the whereabouts of your belongings.

'babe,' you can hear the pout in his voice. 'did you see my hoodie?' 'which hoodie?' 'my favorite one!' 'which favorite one?' at this point you see his head pop out from the doorframe, prominent lips stuck out and eyes searching the room. 'it's the green one, the soft, huge, green hoodie. that one.'

you stifle a rising amount of chuckles as you eventually realize the location of the hoodie in question- on your body, as you stole it from his closet just this morning. you don't think you can be seen as guilty though, not when the hoodie itself seemed to be begging for someone to wear it. impossibly soft, impossibly huge and impossibly sweet-smelling from the laundry softener you used, it was easy to drown in it and comfortably doze off. 'sorry baby, i don't know where it went.' 'okay, but, babe, can you help me...'

you startle as you surprisingly feel the shadow of your lover on your body, handsome face so suddenly, so dangerously close to your own, even if upside down. 'yn, you had it all this time!' you chuckle at the whine in his voice, even as he leans forward to try and tug it off you. 'give it now,' he says, but you shake your head, giggling as jimin tries. 'raise your arms! i can't believe you made me run around looking for this,' he grumbles, but you cross your arms instead, sitting up, turning around to face him, preparing yourself for a fight.

'no way, this is the softest hoodie in the house. i'm not giving it up.'

a moment of silence, and then- jimin attacks you, lunging forward to glomp you. you feel yourself become confused, when you feel his fingers around your sides, and you burst out into laughter, long and loud.

'no, jimin!'

'give it back!'

'no way!'

'then suffer under my wrath!'

(he only stops when tears actually appear at the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard, easily sprawling across your chest, the two of you on the floor and too tired to move. 'we can share,' you hum, choking as your lover narrows his eyes at you, before decidedly burrowing under your hoodie as well. with how big it is, and how not big both of you are, you surprisingly fit with him inside. it's too warm for two people inside, but as jimin lays his head comfortably across your chest, the thumping of your heart lulling him to rest, and he holds you in his arms, neither of you find you can argue against your positions.)

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waking up with taehyung in the morning is an ordeal that never fails to make you smile. warmth pooling across the sheets, the warm breeze drafting in from the window, your lover's body wrapped around yours- there is a kind of holy in the way serene mornings like these are, quiet and golden, the world seemingly stopping for a moment, if only for the two of you.

it breaks your heart every time to have to shatter the illusion. 'taehyung', you whisper. there's not even a twitch in his movements, snoring quiet but steady as he continues off to slumber. you, however, can't get out of his hold, not without the man releasing you anyway- you would know, you've tried so many times before and it's always been a moot point. the only way to get out of taehyung's grip, is to wake him up into doing so. still, you find yourself soft and hesitant, every single time. 'taehyung,' you try again, a little louder this time. you shake him, and it takes you a solid minute or two for the man to actually make a sound, a low groan at the back of his throat. when he registers the situation at hand, though, your lover declines to release you, holding you captive with his embrace instead.

'stay in bed with me,' he almost whines, and you press your lips together to stop yourself from bursting into giggles.

'you know i can't do that,' you rebutt. 'i have work in an hour!'

'but i can't sleep without you.'

'you big baby,' you fondly, exasperatedly call him out, and you see him briefly crack his eyes open, if only to look at you with a pout.

you see him struggle whether or not to protest your words, before the sleepy takes over and he lazily agrees, pulling you closer in return. 'mhm, i'm your baby...'

'taehyung...'

'just a few more minutes, i swear,' he presses a light kiss on your forehead, and you know it's not just your imagination that you feel him smile against your skin, when you sigh loudly, relenting to his demands.

'you're incorrigible,' you whine as you bury your head in his chest.

'only because i love you.'

you would call it a laugh if it weren't for the yawn that sneaks in at the end.

and just as easy as that do you both fall off back to sleep, your phone's alarm scaring the hell out of you half an hour later. it was practically a given that you'd end up falling back to sleep with him really, you could say it was a ritual at this point.

(you end up being late to work, as a matter of fact, but you can't even find it in yourself to be angry. after all, there is quite nothing like waking up together in the morning, especially with your lover.

he takes you out on a date to the amusement park that weekend too, so you suppose you can forgive him.)

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'jungkook,' you muffle your laughter behind your hand, but there's no denying the bright grin on your face as you feel your lover's arms encircle your waist. bright and early, it's early enough into the morning that the sky is still caught between the hues of red and pink, like a rose slowly blooming from night's embrace. it's what makes your lover's apparent waking state a mystery, when you know how heavy your lover sleeps. there goes your plan to bring him breakfast in bed, huh?

'what are you even doing?' you receive no reply, not one in words anyway, as you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shoulders. his warmth against your back is addicting, especially in the chill of the morning air, but you're nothing if not determined, and if he's here to drag you back to bed, you're having none of it. 'if you're sleepy,' you start, turning around to hug him properly, jungkook's face nuzzling into your neck afterwards. 'you should go back to bed.' 'but you're not there with me,' you finally hear him say. 'just go back to cooking, i'll just stay here...'

'jungkook, i can't cook while you're wrapped around me!' you almost burst into laughter at that, what more at the earnest expression on your lover. 'why not?' he grumbles, a pout appearing on his face. you don't know whether to shake your head, or what- when your lover uses what he knows is his greatest weapon against you. 'don't give me that look,' you sigh, but your resolve crumbles quickly, and it's obvious that jungkook can see it as well.

'don't blame me if it turns out burnt,' you finally sigh. you feel, rather than hear him chuckle briefly. 'i'm sure it will still be delicious.' 'you say that no matter what i cook,' you mutter under your breath and he stays quiet because you're right. instead, you finally feel him disentangle from your, rather reluctantly, before he gets his own apron and gloves. 'then i guess we should just cook together then,' he declares, bumping shoulders with you. 'can't mess it up then, can we?' he smirks, cocky and familiar, and you roll your eyes even as you feel yourself settle so easily by his side, the two of you finishing breakfast together.

(the food, amazingly enough, does not become burnt, and turns out well instead. of course, he did help you after all. still, sitting at the table, eating together, you smile easy, softly. how can you not? everything about this moment is perfect, and you wouldn't have any qualms about it lasting forever.

judging by the smile on jungkook's face, you aren't the only one to feel this way, too.)

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Big Brother Loves you (Digimon)

Matt was riding cloud nine as he got ready for his date with Sora. no one was threatening the digi or real world, things with him and Sora were going great, and the sales of the new lone wolf's CD meant he had money to burn.

There were only two dark clouds in his sunny sky line was the fact TK had become more and more aggressive as of late, and belittling of Matt, because of the second problem: Matt had started bed wetting again.

It wouldn't of been so bad if TK didn't live with Matt, his share of the rent being paid by their parents and likewise for his food. and with school out all TK did was work out and lounge around the apartment while Matt had to mange the lone wolfs, keeping up gigs and doing band practice.

Since the accidents had started TK was always calling Matt 'little brother' or 'baby bro' or worse 'pissy pants' and after the fifth accident had gone out and gotten -4- packs of overnight diapers, using Matt's debit card.

when Matt had gone to say something about it TK had balled up a fist and brought it in like he was gonna punch Matt, making the older boy yelp and almost piss himself.

"That's what I thought. wear these to bed on your own Or I'll diaper you pissy pants. and If I diaper you, you're wearing the diapered till they're wet AND messy." TK had said and his evil smile left NO doubt in Matt's mind that he would follow though.

Still all that was behind him. He had booked a table at one of the finest restaurants in the city for him and Sora and then he'd gotten them a spot at the hottest club in town for drinks and dancing and finally reserved a hotel room for them.

It was going to be the perfect night and just thinking about Matt's head was up in the clouds, in a pair of black dress pants and a light green dress shirt that he didn't notice when TK came in, till his bully of a little brother spoke up.

"Oh my, your all dressed up for tonight! going out with the slut?" TK asked, smirking and leaning against the wall.

"D-Don't call Sora that, and yes, we're going out. Tonight's gonna be the night when we give yourself to each other. she's gonna be my first and I'm gonna be here." Matt said hotly.

"Awww, that's cute! you think she hasn't been ridding cock while waiting on you to build up the nerve to wreck her shit?" TK laughed. "Look baby bro, Let me spare you some time. That bitch has been putting out for any cock she could get her hands on, as long as it's 7 inches or more. Your little 4 inch wonder stands NO chance and let's be honest, your gonna blow your load in your pants before getting that far like you did during that slow dance at Joe's graduation party."

Matt was blushing super bad now, recalling the incident. Sora had been in a stunning gown, he'd been in a tux and halfway though the slow dance he'd creamed his pants so bad he'd stained her dress.

"T-That won't happen this time! Look, you're getting the house all to yourself tonight so just shut up and go plan a party alright?!" Matt huffed and Clenched a fist.

"Wait, your going out overnight? You sure Sora's gonna be ok with your 'little' problem?" TK said, noting Matt's fist and clearly not worried. "I doubt she's gonna wanna keep dating you after you piss on her in your sleep, and ditto when she see's you in your bed time diapies."

"Look asshole, just butt out of it and leave me alone or I'll-" Matt huffed, storming over and trying to get in TK's face, though due to a growth spurt TK was now the taller of them.

"You'll WHAT?" TK asked, and grabbed Matt by the collar with his left arm and hand and lifted him up off his feet and balled his hand into a fist and pulled his right arm back.

Without waiting for a answer Tk's threw the punch, though it stopped JUST in front of Matt's face the effect was instant and a hissing was heard as Matt's crotch dampened, then piss ran down his legs and puddled on the floor.

"That's what I thought bitch. I think your girlfriend deserves a night out with a real man." TK said and dropped Matt onto his ass, into the smelly puddle. "Get that mess cleaned up and then take a shower and meet me in my room. I'm gonna get you ready for the night."

With the mess cleaned up and Matt in the shower, TK listened to the soft sobs of shame and smiled even as he picked up his cell phone and starting to make a text message.

He'd gotten Sora's number from Matt's phone awhile back, and they had chatted off and on with TK asking her not to tell Matt he was messaging her, claiming Matt was the jealous type. So it was child's play to not only write a message explaining the full details of what kind of a loser Matt was, but to send her a few pictures of Matt in all his diaper bitch glory.

TK: Hey Sora, heard bout you and Matt's special night and I think there are some things you need to know about him.

Sora: Oh hey TK.

Like what?

TK: Well you already know he's a quick shot lol

Did he tell you how small he is?

Sora: LOL everyone knows about the quick shot thing.

Wait why do you know his cock size?

just how close are you two!?

TK: Well I know how 'big' he is because of his other other problem. He's a bed wetter and wears diapers to bed

Sora: LOL

Nice try TK

If your jealous just say so.

TK: Hey I'm not just blowing smoke. I got pictures and a video of him humping his huggies.

Sora: Surrre you do.

TK smirked and select a few of his favorite Matt pictures. one with him in just a diaper, on his back, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on his thumb in his sleep.

Anther with him holding a clearly soaked diaper away from him, holding it with just his index finger and thumb and holding his nose, in just a old white t-shirt.

and his favorite and most damning, Matt blushing and eyes closed, holding out a diaper and making it look like he was asking whoever took the picture (AKA him) to diaper him.

Sora: OMG O.O

TK: Still think I'm lying? XD

Sora: What the fuckkkk.. This looks less like bed wetting and more like he's a big fucking baby!!!!!

TK: XD well to be fair he loved being teased and treated like a little guy, so sometimes I wonder if he's still bed wetting.

or just using it as a excuse for huggies.

Sora: Wait, you said there was a video?

Let me see!!!

TK: heh, ok. it's about 5 min. long. perfect timing because piddle pants just got out of the shower after wetting himself LOL.

With the video sent to Sora, TK set his phone down and tugged out the extra pack of diapers he kept under his bed in case Matt ever tried to get out of wearing by saying he had used up all the ones in his room.

unlike Matt's normal bedtime diaper though, these were three times thicker and instead of being a basic white they had a nursery print on them.

there was a knock on his door and then it opened, and TK smirked, with the pack of 'little wussies, the baby diaper for big boys' sitting out on his bed and watching Matt's eyes go big and wide as he say what he would be wearing.

"T-TK no! please!" Matt mewed, his towel dropped to the floor and on his knees, hands together and begging. "I can't wear a diaper THAT thick out! Sora will notice fore sure! I'll be a good boy and wear one of the other diapers!"

TK thought about it for a second, but with Sora already told he figured it was too late for that fun.

"Relax Matt, I swear, Your not going out tonight in one of these diapers.Or in any diapers for that matter." TK said, coming over and tugging his so called big brother to his feet, a look of relief washing over Matt's face then replaced with confusion.

"Then.. why did you ha-" he started to ask, but TK cut him off.

"Because your not going out tonight. you're going to stay home and be tucked in bed save and sound like the little guy you are. I'M going to go out on your date with Sora and fuck her rotten..all on your dime." TK said and smirked.

"I..what!? Sora would NEVER agree to that! you can't do this!" Matt fumed and stomped a food.

"that's where your wrong. I might of texted her and gave her the impression your a closet diaper baby and she's more then a little shock. Right now she's watching a video of you humping your diapers while lisping about how much you love them." TK chuckled.

"But..but..You MADE me do that, you said if I didn't you were gonna kick my ass and lock me out for the night!!" Mat whined.

"Well -YOU- know that. and -I- know that. But who do you think Sora's gonna believe? the stud or the bed wetting loser?" TK asked smirking then giving Matt a look."Now, Your going in one of these diapers and your gonna pose for a picture to send to Sora one way or anther. we can do this the easy way where you let me do what I want, or the hard way where I spank your butt red and diaper you and take a picture anyways. Since I'm gonna get laid tonight I'm feeling generous and I'll let you pick: good boy or bad boy?"

Matt balled up his fists, looking ready to fright, starting to take a fighting stance.. then just dropped it and slumped forward, head hanging down.

"...I'll be a good boy." Matt said in a defeated voice, even as tears started to slide down his cheeks.

"Smart choice Mattie."

Sora couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched the video over and over, waiting on TK to come back. Her so called stud in a diaper and humping his bed, moaning and coo'ing how much he 'wuv'ed his diapies' till he cried out and clearly creamed himself.

Sora was torn as she watched the video. On one hand she was upset that Matt had hidden this from her, She'd of never picked him over Tai if she had known he was a goo goo gaga diaper dork.

But on the other he WAS kinda cute in a pathetic sort of way and he WAS making decent coin.

"I suppose I could just blackmail to pay me to keep his dirty little secret." Sora mused out loud.

that DID leave her without a man though, Making her frown a little till she recalled just how in shape TK was and he was pretty good looking.

"then again small dicks might run in the family." she mused.

her phone buzzed and when she looked at the messages she was treated to a picture of Matt in just a babyish and thick diaper, tear stained cheek and holding up a sign that read 'plz dump me and go out with TK, He's hung.'

And to prove the point neck to Matt's tear stained face was a thick and long cock, ready to rub on the loser's cheek.

"..Well that settles that."

Still something like this shouldn't be done over a text, she was a proper lady after all and called TK's number instead.

As the phone rang TK smirked, tugging his pants back up and looking over at Matt.

"I wonder who that could be~" he snickered and answered. "Hello? Oh hey Sora... yeah that was my cock.... Uh-huh I thought as much. Sure you can still come over. I'll be getting a shower in and getting dressed for the night after I get the baby fed and put to bed." TK said, glancing over at a clock showing it was only 5:45 pm. "Hmm? Oh yeah, he's right here. Of course you can talk to him!"

Tk pulled the phone away from his ear and smirked at the sniffling Matt and held it out.

"It's for you diaper boy, Your 'girlfriend' wants to talk."

Matt whined and reached out, shaking as he took the cell phone and slowly put it to his ear.

"H-Hi Sora..L-Look I ca-" he started, but was cut off.

"There's nothing to explain Matt. I know everything. while I'll admit your a cute little pamper packer,I'm more into men who can get their rocks off without having to be pampered. So consider this your noticed that we're done, over, No more. I'll still come by and tease you but I'm going to be dating TK from now on." Sora said, a sharp edge to her voice and Matt felt the tears starting up again.

"But..but.." he whimpered.

"No butt's diaper boy. Now I will be nice and keep your love of huggies to myself and save your music career from flopping but my silence isn't for free. you're going to be spoiling me like the princess I am. Understood?" She asked.

"..I..Yes Sora." Matt whimpered and sobbed. "C-Can we at least still be friends?"

"heh, Awww~ How cute..and I'm gonna say not really. I'll put up with you when i've over there to be with TK but that's about it. I'm not gonna go out of my way to talk to you or be nice but I will make a effort not to make you cry, mostly because I hate the sound of bawling babies. Maybe if your a good boy and super spoil me I'll watch you hump a stuffie or whatever it is diaper losers like you do. Anyways, that's all I had to say to you, put your BIG brother back on the phone."

Matt was sobbing too hard at this point to say anything and rubbing his eyes with one hand, he held out the phone with the other.

TK took it back and ruffled Matt's hair.

"Thanks buddy. why don't you go and make yourself a bowl of cereal for your supper while the adults talk." TK said and Matt could hear Sora laughing.

Too defeated to argue, Matt nodded and started to stand up.

"what do you think your doing Mattie? In this house babies CRAWL." TK said.

Matt just whimpered and nodded, and on all fours crawled out of the room.

Tummy full of milk and cheerio's, Matt was put in a light green t-shirt that read 'diaper bitch' on the front in black text and was given a cock sharped pacifier with a green mouth guard to suck on, the dick being only 3 inches thankfully.

"There, you can picture it's yours and your getting a blow job as you got night night." TK snickered as he tucked Matt into his bed.

there was still sunlight coming into the room, even with his curtains closed.

"now I expect you to have that paci in your mouth and for that same diaper to still be on when I get back tomorrow morning, and I signed my name on the back of that diaper. I'll know if you removed it or changed it." TK warned.

Matt mewed and suckled on his paci and nodded he understood.

"I'll be taking your wallet of course and spoiling Sora, but if your a good little boy I might get you some baby toys. Have a good sleep loser, and dream about the pounding your EX girlfriend is gonna get." TK said and kissed Matt's forehead and headed for the door.

Pausing in the door frame he paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh and one last thing..remember big brother loves you~"

the end

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