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likeastarstar · 3 years

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Invisible String Pt.2

Part One

(A/N: read part one before this part if you haven't already so it'll make sense!)

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Jungkook interested you, so you kissed him.

"I don't normally do this," You promised, feeling breathless as Jungkook kissed his way down your jaw to your neck.

"Same," Jungkook nodded urgently, barely processing what you said in favor for tugging you by the waist so that you were straddling him in the back of the cab he had called for the two of you. He said he just didn't want to leave you stranded at the club, that he'd see you home. But one thing led to another and you were currently praying the cab driver didn't yell at you.

Jungkook's hands were everywhere, rubbing at exposed skin, grazing through your hair, flattening against the small of your back. He rocked your hips back and forth against his lap, frowning again in concentration. Shit- he was really hot.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed, wondering what he looked like under his leather jacket. He felt so solid under your touch, like he belongs there. You dragged your other hand through his hair, pushing it back and off his forehead. He keened under your touch, smiling slightly while his eyes fluttered closed as your nails dug into his scalp lightly. You reached the nape of his neck and tugged on Jungkook's hair so that he was looking up at you in his lap, eyes snapping open in sharp attention.

Jungkook's lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something before-

"First stop." The cab driver interrupted, making you jump slightly as the car came to a screeching halt in front of your apartment complex.

You would've asked him to come inside- except that Jungkook practically pushed you out of the car with a fleeting reminder about the money you still owed him. Ouch. You had clearly completely misread the situation, but that didn't stop you from thinking about Jungkook from that moment on.

You looked for him everywhere, scanning crowds on your daily commute, lingering at the same crosswalk you had met him at. Your eyes stayed glued to the floor when you boarded the bus on your way home most days, trying to catch a glimpse of those black boots.

The next time you did see him was three weeks later, at a gaming cafe, of all places.

"No, no, no- NO!" You whispered, scoffing in disbelief as you lost for the third time that night.

This was not normal for you- loosing, that is. You blamed it on the other abnormality of your current situation: being in a gaming cafe. Normally, you'd be playing LoL in the comfort of your own home sans-pants. But one overly excited moment and a mug of tea placed too closely to your set up and boom- no computer for you. At least while it's in repair.

"You're very dramatic," A voice said next to you, snapping you out of your spiral.

You frowned and looked over to whoever was next to you, locking eyes on Jungkook, who was currently slurping down noodles like someone was going to take them from him. You shrieked in surprise, the two of you jumping in your chairs at the same moment. "Are you stalking me?" You whisper-yelled, leaning away from him.

"No," He snapped, talking with his mouth full. "I got here two hours before you, I just didn't feel like saying hi until now. I could ask you the same question."

You watched him eat in awe, trying not to fixate on the way his tongue looked snaking out to lick his lips every now and then. There had been too many coincidental run-ins between the two of you for this not to be fate. You shook your head, throwing the incredibly stupid thought out of your head.

"Anyway, good thing I ran into you," You shrugged, choosing to ignore the fact that the last time you had seen him, you were rubbing your pussy all over his lap. "I have something for you."

He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, waiting expectantly as you dug around in your bag for a moment. You found what you were looking for, a small keychain of a skeletal hand in the same positioning as the tattoo on his forearm. "I saw it and thought of you, so I got it for you. Here, rock on." You explained, handing it to him.

He laughed slightly, taking it from you gingerly and inspecting it closely. "My tattoo means I love you, not rock on." He pointed out, pulling out his keys and putting the token on the loop.

There was a warm feeling in your chest knowing he was actually going to use it, one that only grew when you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks, "Yeah, well, the keychain means rock on." You quipped, "Do you like it or not?"

"I do," He said quickly, holding up his keys with a bright smile. You sent one back to him, beaming so hard your cheeks hurt. "Thank you."

At this point, neither Jungkook or you ever made plans to see each other. You knew it would just happen on its own. Which is exactly what happened a month later, on what could only be called the worst day of your life.

Things hadn't been going your way for a very, very long time. You usually had pretty good luck, but suddenly it was like the universe had forsaken you altogether. After a particularly terrible blind date, you had had enough- no more dating. This guy was all kinds of awful, he didn't laugh at any of your jokes, he had a terrible taste in music- he even wore the wrong clothes. He had loafers on- loafers. God, Jungkook would never wear those.

Instead of wallowing in a ruined night, you did what any struggling girl boss would do- you got yourself dessert.

You walked to the nearest 24 hour diner, pushing the doors open quickly. There was barely anyone here, thankfully. It was the perfect place to be alone.

Except that two seconds after you sat down in a quiet booth next to a window, Jungkook came marching up to your table. He was wearing a color other than black- this time it was a patterned buttoned down shirt and loose fitting trousers. You couldn't see his shoes, but that wasn't really what you were focused on at the moment. No, instead you could only stare at his latest haircut, cropped short on the sides and parted neatly. Who was this guy and what did he do to your fluffy headed soulmate?

"Are you sure you're not stalking me?" You asked calmly, at this point you were completely unsurprised to see him popping up at the most random times.

"I saw you from the window on my way home and figured I'd say hi," He shrugged, sliding into the booth beside you, immediately tossing his phone haphazardly onto the table. "Although I'm beginning to think you're a figment of my imagination. It's bizarre how you just keep...appearing."

"You're telling me," You snorted, resting your chin on your hand propped up on the table. "But I'm not sure if you'd be able to kiss a figment of your imagination."

Jungkook blushed deeply and you laughed for the first time that day. He was just so easy to mess with. Jungkook pouted childishly and stole your menu, burying his face in it.

"We did a little more than a kiss in that cab," He said in a whiny voice, "It's pretty late, why are you at a diner at one in the morning?"

"Nothing, bad day." You mumbled, "I needed pie."

"Valid reasoning," He said pensively, "You look nice, by the way. I like your earrings, they match mine."

You looked at the chain looping through his double piercings, realizing he was right- you had a similar version in your own ears. Weird. You didn't get a chance to return the compliment before the waitress came over and Jungkook ordered literally every kind of pie on their very extensive menu and two coffees.

"If pie will make you happy we might as well go all out." He reasoned, only noticing your outraged face when the waitress left. "Anyway, I got you something."

He dug around the backpack he has dumped in the booth beside him when he got here, pulling out a flash drive with a a tiny keychain of a butterfly connected to it.

"I don't know if I've never mentioned this before, but I'm a musician." He explained, holding it out to you. "This has my latest stuff on it. Nothing fancy, just wanted you to listen before I send it off to my label. Plus, the keychain reminded me of you."

You took it from him slowly, holding it as if it were worth a million dollars- which to you, it was.

"Sometimes I think I dreamt you up," You mumbled, still staring at the flash drive. You couldn't wait to listen to it, to hear his velvet tone and silvery vocals whenever you wanted. This was the first, tangible thing that connected him to you, a reminder that even if the universe hated you right now- at least Jungkook was in it.

"Touch me and see," He offered, leaning back in his seat with a small smirk on his face.

Your eyes flicked back to him, a dare written across his features and a thread pulling at your heart. You leaned forward, a smirk of your own on your face until his phone buzzed, interrupting the heated moment.

You weren't trying to be nosey, but the bright light of the screen caught your eye and you glanced at it quickly. It was a text from someone, their contact saved under a series of hearts and one word: wifey.

Wait- his what?

TO BE CONTINUED...PART THREE

(A/N: MUAHAHAA! If you've made it to the end, thank you, I love you, I'm sorry. Next part is the last part, as always feedback is so so appreciated! Send me an ask goddamnit!)

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in.

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Summary: She may mean the world to Iwaizumi Hajime but at the end of the day, Oikawa Tooru is his star.

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Sequel: Broken Compass

She used to think the universe intended for her to literally crash into one Iwaizumi Hajime.

One of her first assignments as a writer for one of the country’s top sports magazines was to cover the Japanese volleyball team’s season, and despite constant reminders from her editors not to screw this up because the men’s volleyball team is crazy popular these days, she manages to trip over her own feet and knock not just herself, but the newly minted team trainer to the ground.

When she lifts her head from the ground, the first thing that hits her mind is - goodness, he’s hot - he’s a veritable god among men, all sinewy muscles and sunkissed skin, and she can’t bring herself to speak as he carefully checks her once over for any signs of injury. ‘Are you alright?’ he asks her, and she nods dumbly as he pulls her to her feet and waves her off with a warm smile. The heat from his hands lingers on her skin long after she goes to bed that night.

They meet again at the next match. He remembers her name, she gives him a friendly wave. Then at the next match, she cheekily asks for his comments and he huffs a laugh as he directs her to the team’s PR manager. By the end of the season, she works up the courage to ask him out for coffee, and he says yes .

Iwaizumi Hajime is everything she dreamt of in a partner - kind, caring, steady, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He always wraps his arm around her to pull her close when they walk along the edge of the road, and indulges her pleas for an extra cuddle – ‘ the last one, I promise! ’ - every morning when he leaves for work. They exchange long text messages late into the night when either of them are on the road, and nag each other for working too hard. When they lay in bed at night, he whispers promises filled with love against her skin, tells her he can trace the constellations in her eyes.

It makes it so easy for her to close her eyes and believe that their love is written in the stars, so a year later when he asks her to marry him, she doesn’t hesitate to jump into his arms and say yes . The weight of the silver band he slips on her finger grounds her with his love, and her heart is full.

She can’t stop feeling like a thief who’s snatched the sun from the sky.

Oikawa Tooru is to be his best man of course.

She knows who he is, she’s covered the sport long enough to have heard about him - the prodigious setter from Miyagi who never made it once to Nationals despite his obvious talent (an exquisitely crafted katana is, after all, no match for the brute force of a cannon), who spit in the face of fate and chased his dreams to sunnier lands.

Iwaizumi has always been awfully fond of regaling her with stories of Oikawa, so much so that she thinks she can piece together their relationship - childhood friends turned longtime teammates, the long suffering ace and the monstrously brilliant setter. She watches his face soften uncharacteristically when he reads news about his old friend winning a match, and hardens when Oikawa whines loudly during their video calls about his bruises and sore knee. She can’t help but think Iwaizumi must have been like Jupiter, a god in his own right, drawn into orbit around Oikawa, a star burning over-bright.

She knows they remain best friends despite their separation by whole continents, keeping in contact via video calls and text messages, playing hopscotch with the time difference. They certainly look like it when they greet each other at the airport, Oikawa trilling a playful ‘ Iwa-channn’ and Iwaizumi grunting at him to ‘shut up, they’re in public, dumbass!’, exchanging back slaps so loud it makes her wince.

‘You must be the poor fiancee’, Oikawa gives her an exaggerated leer as he stands before her, hands on hips. ‘What did Iwa-chan drug you with to get you to marry him? Do you know he snores like a monster in his sleep? You know you can back out before the wedding right? Blink once if you’re ok, and twice if you’re not - and I’ll help you escape from him.’

Before she can respond to that frankly impertinent speech, Iwaizumi roars ‘Shut-up, Shittykawa’, tackling him into a headlock and wrestling him off into their car. She stifles a laugh as they spend the rest of the ride to Oikawa’s hotel room bickering back and forth.

‘How did you manage to pack so much luggage for a two week stay, you vain piece of crap!’

‘I care about my looks and grooming - unlike some of us who skulk around in clothes they’ve worn since high school!’

‘Vainpot.’

‘Beast.’

‘Piece of shit’

‘Meanie’

Iwaizumi alternates between grunting and growling at Oikawa’s nonsense but his eyes are shining (so bright that she can see stars) and Oikawa’s retorts are punctuated with smiles that are impossibly wide. She thinks to herself it’ll be good for Iwaizumi to have Oikawa around.

Oikawa starts to call her ‘ Chibi-chan ’ especially when Hajime is around to be annoyed by it – she admits she’s short, but not that short, it’s just that he spends most of his time surrounded by literal giants - and develops an irritating habit of ambushing her with quizzes about Hajime's likes and dislikes.

'Favourite food?'

'Agedashi tofu.'

'Favourite movie?'

'Godzilla.’

After a few rounds of these pop quizzes, she looks at him like he's sprouted a second head. ‘Seriously, Oikawa-san, we're getting married in less than two weeks. Do you seriously think I wouldn't know the most obvious things about my own fiancé?'

'Don't frown, Chibi-chan, you'll grow wrinkles and look old', he sing songs at her. 'I'm just making sure you're worthy of Iwa-chan's love!'

'Stop bullying my fiancée, Shittykawa, or I'll beat you up so bad you can't move'. Iwaizumi rubs lazy circles against her back, and she leans against him comfortably.

'Aww Iwa-chan, once a bone head, always a bone head’, Oikawa says, scrunching his face into a mock-sniff. ‘Say, Chibi-chan, do you know Iwa-chan would beat me up ‘til I let go all the cicadas we caught, but if they died, he would cry?'

‘Are you calling me a crybaby, Shittykawa’, Iwaizumi growls dangerously, simmering down only when she coos at him, ‘that’s so cute, you must have been such a sweet child’.

Then, sensing that her presence is probably stopping the boys from catching up fully, she shoos them out of the apartment on the premise that they should get some fresh air and cool off but really so they can get some much needed time together. ‘ And stop fighting’ , she calls after them, making good use of the quiet to busy herself with wedding preparations.

When Iwaizumi finally returns home late that night, he finds her asleep on the couch, and with a soft smile he curls up around her. ‘Hajime?’ she breathes, nuzzling her nose into his neck, and he has to bite back the urge to cover her face with kisses, tightening his hold on her instead.

‘I’m back’, he whispers, his breath warm against her neck. ‘Sorry I was out so long’.

‘It’s fine’, she mumbles sleepily. ‘Did you guys have fun?’

‘Yeah - we went for dinner and then Oikawa dragged me to at least five different bakeries to find the perfect milk bread before he was willing to go for drinks’, he complains. ‘And he made me promise to go for drinks with Issei and Hanamaki tomorrow afternoon before we meet with the wedding coordinator’.

‘Mm’, she hums absently. ‘Oikawa seemed a little on edge earlier. I’m glad he calmed down and had fun with you’.

Iwaizumi frowns into her hair, thinking back to Oikawa’s inexplicable needling of her earlier. ‘Sweetheart, if Oikawa is irritating you, I'll make him stop’.

‘It’s fine’, she says, with a little more force than she intended, waving away the concerned look he gives her. ‘He’s your best friend, Hajime. I think he's just feeling a little insecure. You should spend more time with him while you still can’.

He grins and kisses her warmly. ‘You’re too good to me. What did I do to deserve you?’

‘Because the universe willed that I love you’, she answers, as if it were the most obvious thing on earth.

But Oikawa manages to find a way to wreck her well made plans.

Iwaizumi finds her in the kitchen, back turned towards him, and the slam of the dishes on the counter makes him wince. ‘I’m sorry, sweetheart’, he tells her, wincing when she shrugs off his hand.

'You skipped our appointment with our wedding coordinator', she hisses, whirling around to face him. ‘But that’s not the worst of it - do you know how scared I was when you didn’t pick up my calls? I thought you got hurt or heaven forbid - got run over by a car and died, Hajime!’

‘I’m sorry’, he repeats, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. 'I got engrossed in catching up with Hanamaki and Issei, and Oikawa stole my phone so I lost track of time. I kicked his ass for it, you could've heard him whining about it from outer space’. He slyly slides an arm around her waist, resisting her attempts to pull away as he buries his nose in her hair. ‘I'll make it up to you, I promise'.

'Make sure you do', she huffs, leaning into his warmth. ‘And what was Oikawa’s reason for stealing your phone?’

‘You know Shittykawa, he probably thought he was being cute. I’ll make him apologise,’ Hajime replies, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck.

She relaxes a fraction, breathing in his familiar scent - fresh linen and pine and home, but that doesn't ease the knot of something - she can't quite put her finger on what it is just yet - weighing down in her chest.

True to his word, Iwaizumi drags Oikawa by his ear to lunch with them the next day, not letting go until he apologises to her with an appropriately chastened expression on his face. ‘I’m sorry, Chibi-chan, I shan’t do it again’, he tells her contritely, but when Iwaizumi’s back is turned, he shoots her a puckish grin brimming with mischief that makes her toes curl.

She ignores him, and lets herself be drawn into the flow of their conversation - Oikawa complaining incessantly about Ushijima Wakatoshi and Kageyama Tobio whom she’s met many times in the past few months and he shoots her dirty looks when she archly tells him that she thinks they’re lovely men, Iwaizumi getting on Oikawa’s case again for not eating enough, for not sleeping enough, barely able to restrain himself from violence when Oikawa responds with a trilled ‘ Iwa-chan, you sound like my mother ’.

The conversation meanders off to their Seijoh teammates she’s not terribly familiar with, so she’s caught off guard when Oikawa abruptly turns to her with shit-eating grin and asks innocently ‘Say, Chibi-chan, what about Iwa-chan caught your eye?’

‘Have you looked at him?’ she says, playfully nudging a blushing Iwaizumi with her elbow. ‘He’s built like a god.’

Oikawa’s smile turns sickly sweet, showing far too much teeth. ‘In that case, I’m surprised you didn’t go for one of the volleyball players instead. Or was Iwa-chan your last attempt? You’re twenty-five this year, after all.’

A glance in Iwaizumi’s direction shows her exactly what she expects - first, his mouth drops open in a wide-eyed, open mouthed gape, then fury burns white hot across his face, and she has to grab his hand before he causes a scene by throwing himself bodily across the table to strangle the smirk off Oikawa’s face. ‘I can fight my own battles’, she mouths at him, willing him to stay in his seat, her hand still pressed firmly against his.

‘Well, you did ask me what first attracted me to Hajime, and I didn’t lie - I was really drawn by his looks’.

She inhales and lets herself be drawn back to the warmth of the memory of tumbling head first into Iwaizumi’s arms, and exhales to look squarely at Oikawa. ‘But then I fell for his kindness, his steadfastness, his patience - and when he told me he loved me, I felt as if the universe had handed me the sun, the moon and the stars’.

Her answer must have touched Oikawa’s shrivelled little heart, she thinks to herself, because something in his eyes shutters and a look of respect streaks across his face. ‘Well said, Chibi-chan, well said’, he says begrudgingly. ‘Iwa-chan is lucky to have you’.

The rest of lunch passes without incident, and when she and Iwaizumi are finally back home, he corners her as she’s about to go to bed and asks quietly - ‘Sweetheart, did you really mean all of that?’

‘Of course I do. I love you, Hajime. Do you need me to count the ways?’

‘Maybe’, he responds playfully, circling his arms around her as she pulls him to bed. She lies in his embrace, ear pressed to his chest and falls asleep to the steady thrum of his heartbeat, the ebb and flow of his breath, the rise and fall of his chest.

When Iwaizumi calls out that he’ll be gone to the bar down the street for an hour or two to vet Oikawa’s best man speech, she certainly did not expect him to burst back into their flat with Oikawa held bridal style in his arms. It would have been a comical sight - Oikawa’s bulky frame dwarfing even Iwaizumi, legs looking ludicrously long dangling over Iwaizumi’s arms - but for the frantic expression of Iwaizumi’s face and the desperate way Oikawa clings to Iwaizumi’s neck.

‘Idiot bumped his knee while doing shots’, Iwaizumi explains to her distractedly, as he settles Oikawa onto their couch. ‘I don’t think it’s serious, but I’ll take him to the doctor in the morning to check him out just in case. Brought him to our place since it’s closer than his hotel room, and I can keep an eye on him overnight’.

She hands him an ice pack. ‘Why don’t you two take our bed, and I’ll take the couch? He’ll be more comfortable that way, and you can watch over him at night.’

‘Are you sure?’ Iwaizumi frowns, and she nods, pushing him towards his friend while she turns to fetch a set of spare pyjamas for their unexpected guest. Iwaizumi lifts Oikawa to their bed and together, they strip him of his clothes and, mindful of his knee, gingerly slide him into clean clothes.

‘Iwa-chan’, she hears the lanky setter whine as she makes to leave the room to bring an extra ice pack. Turning her head, she catches a glimpse of Hajime bending over Oikawa’s form. She’s not sure if it’s a trick of the light, but she swears she saw Iwaizumi brush his fingers against Oikawa’s forehead with a quiet tenderness he’s only ever shown to her, tucking his hair behind his ears. For some reason, it makes her heart clench.

She’s gathering the discarded clothes up from the floor whilst Iwaizumi’s in the shower, when Oikawa shoots his hand out to grab her wrist. ‘I’m sorry’, he tells her, a plaintive note in his voice. ‘I tore it up – I should never have tried to tell him.’

‘What?’ She gives him a bewildered stare. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Iwa-chan’, he slurs, and she can smell the alcohol on his breath as she moves closer to him to catch his words. ‘He got mad with me, madder than I’ve ever seen him before.’

‘You mean Hajime? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he doesn’t stay mad with you, whatever it is you’ve done.’

He shakes his head. ‘I’m sorry’, he manages to say, and starts to cry. She flounders, unsure whether to comfort him herself or call for Hajime to deal with him (because she’s not stupid, it’s painfully obvious he resents her), but the look in his eyes is so heartbreakingly vulnerable that she can't bring herself to leave him alone even for a minute, so she sits next to him on the bed, rubbing a soothing hand against his back while he soaks her sleeve with hot tears. ‘You’re drunk and injured, Oikawa-san. You should rest’, she murmurs, easing him back against his pillow when his sobs cease and he seems to calm down.

As she bends down again to pick up his clothes, he gives a cry of alarm and tries to grab her wrist again, almost flipping himself off the bed. Hearing the commotion, Iwaizumi rushes into the room, hair still wet from his shower, barking loudly ‘you idiot’, forcing Oikawa to lie back down onto the bed. She backs out of the room, leaving Hajime to comfort his sobbing friend.

She doesn’t think too much about Oikawa’s strange words, mentally writing it off as another one of his odd little quirks. But as she’s folding up his pants, a stack of torn papers falls out of its pocket, and she thinks she recognises the words ‘Iwa-chan’ scribbled all over it. Though she knows it’s wrong to invade his privacy – especially when he’s in no position to defend it, she can’t help but be curious, reasoning to herself that it must be his best man’s speech, she should at least vet through it once before the wedding.

It isn’t hard to piece the scraps of paper together, the tears uneven, as if made in a fit of panic or rage. It is, as she thought, Oikawa’s best man speech, and it starts out as expected, with well wishes to Iwaizumi and her. But as she continues reading, running her finger over each word, etched so harshly into each page that the ink bleeds, it becomes evident that that isn’t the only thing Oikawa meant to say.

‘I know it’s too late, but I love you, Iwa-chan’, she reads with growing horror on the very last page, a suspicious water stain next to these words. Mind whirling, unable to process what she’s just read, she sits at the kitchen table reading and re-reading his words until her vision starts to blur.

‘There are times I wonder if I chose wrong, if I should have held fast to you, the other half of my soul rather than going off to fight in hopeless wars, because I should have known you won’t always be waiting for me to come home. But I will always love you - like the moon loves the sun, even if I can only watch you from afar, so full of light’.

She should be furious – she should head straight to Oikawa and scream and shout and stamp her foot at him, because how dare he say these things now when he’s had forever to say them to Iwaizumi before she even came into the picture – how dare he wait until she and Iwaizumi are less than ten days away from being wed. But she doesn’t, because deep inside her, she understands.

How can she begrudge his love when they love the same man?

‘Sweetheart’, she faintly hears Iwaizumi say, squinting in the light as he emerges from the dark bedroom. ‘Is everything alright?’ he asks, his voice heavy with concern when he catches sight of her tear stained face.

She wants to tell him that everything’s just fine – but his gaze shifts to the torn papers in her trembling hands and she knows immediately everything is not fine at all when he looks back at her with guilt and anguish branded on his face.

‘Did you know?’ she asks, hating the way her voice starts to break.

‘He told me just now’, he tells her heavily, dropping into the seat across her, his hands cradling his head.

‘Do you love him?’ she demands, ignoring the sob that’s threatening to tear itself out of her chest.

He looks up at her. There are tears in his eyes.

‘Yes’, he admits. ‘I don’t want to, but I do’.

His words knock the oxygen from her lungs, leaving her with a crater in her chest. He loves Oikawa Tooru, this beautiful, brilliant, broken boy, incandescent with the light of a thousand stars.

Where does that leave her?

(Stranded in the dust, abandoned in the dark)

She suddenly feels as if she’s trapped in her own skin, a vise that’s far, far too tight, burning with the need to turn herself inside out. ‘I need to go’, she manages to spit out, stumbling over her feet. He stands in alarm, reaching towards her but she slaps his hand away. ‘Don’t touch me’, she hisses, grabbing her wallet and phone through a haze of tears.

‘Where are you going to go?’ he demands, barring the door with his large frame. ‘It’s late, it’s not safe.’

‘Anywhere that’s not here’, she snarls, trying to shoulder her way through. ‘Let me go, Hajime – I can’t stay here, please, let me go!’ She slams her fists against his chest, collapsing to the floor at his feet when she realises it’s impossible to break through the immovable force that is Iwaizumi Hajime.

‘Let me go somewhere that isn’t here’, she begs him, hiccupping through her tears. ‘You’re hurting me more by making me stay here with him’.

He sinks to his knees to cup her face in his hands. ‘I’m sorry’, he sobs. ‘I couldn’t bear it if I lose you too’.

She doesn’t have the heart to tell him he already has ( because she can’t stay, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts), and when her stillness convinces him it’s safe to turn his back to her for a second, she slips through the door and disappears into the night. She hears him shout her name, hears the anguish in his voice, but she doesn’t stop running until she’s safely ensconced in a nearby hotel room.

Her phone keeps buzzing through the night. ‘Iwaizumi Hajime ’, it reads, ‘Iwaizumi Hajime’, flashes on her screen, again and again. She tries her best to ignore it, turning her phone on to silent mode, leaving it face down on the dresser but she can’t - her ears still echoing with the heart wrenching panic in his voice. So she rolls over to her phone and sends him a text – ‘ I’m fine, go to bed, you have a doctor’s appointment with Oikawa to worry about tomorrow morning’ – quickly switching it off before he can flood her inbox with desperate calls and texts.

She tries her best to fall asleep, but she ends up lying awake, counting the cracks in the ceiling. The air in the room is far, far too still, and she feels like she’s suffocating, buried alive from the sand and dirt and earth pouring into the cavity in her chest. Against her better judgment, she uncorks the cheap spirits in the hotel minibar and pours herself shots, one after another, until she drops off to sleep with a single thought swirling around her head.

The universe isn’t fair - because first it gave her Hajime, then it took him away.

It is noon when she wakes, sunlight streaming mercilessly into the room. She sits up with a groan, rubbing a hand across her face. For a second, she wonders where she is, the monochrome sheets so different from the cheerful patterns she uses in their room, before reality slams into her like a comet to her chest.

Right. That happened .

She can scream and cry and try to scratch the face of fate but it won’t change matters. Hiding away from the world isn’t going to make the cruel joke that is her love life go away, so she grits her teeth and steels herself, washing her face and paying the bill before heading home (though if she’s honest with herself, she’s not sure if it’ll be home for much longer).

She prays to god or whatever deity there is out there (not the universe, it has a funny way of throwing shit her way) that Iwaizumi wouldn’t be home, but whatever it is, it’s definitely not listening because Iwaizumi opens the front door while she’s still struggling with her keys. It takes just one look at him for the pain in her chest to make its presence felt again.

‘How’s Oikawa’s knee?’ she casually inquires, edging around him to slip into the flat. Oikawa doesn’t seem to be around, so she lets herself relax just an inch.

‘It’s fine’, he responds, his eyes never leaving her face. ‘Just needs some rest’.

‘That’s good’, she says absently, heading straight for the kitchen, ignoring him as he follows her steps. ‘Have you eaten?’ she asks, pulling leftover rice and dashi stock out of the fridge. He nods dumbly as she heats them both up to assemble two bowls of Ochazuke . Her heart may be broken, but her stomach certainly isn’t, and she’s not about to let herself wither away. He looks at her dumbly as she slides his bowl at him, and neither of them says a word until she leans back in her chair, satisfied with her meal.

‘Are we going to talk?’ he asks her confusedly.

‘About last night? What is there left to talk about?’ she replies, keeping her composure firm. ‘The wedding’s off obviously, so we need to inform all our vendors and guests as soon as possible. I think I should be the one to move out of the flat – ‘

He cuts her off frantically – ‘What? Why would we call off our wedding? I still love you, and you still love me, don’t you?’

She gapes at him incredulously. ‘Hajime, you told me last night that you love Oikawa. How is our marriage going to work if you love someone else?’

‘But I love you’, he says, his voice cracking. ‘Isn’t that enough?’

No it isn’t, and she’s shaking her head because it isn’t enough, it’s never going to be enough, because he may love her but he’s in love with him – has been since they were little boys with stars in their eyes. And his shoulders shake and it’s his turn to cry because he loves her, he really does, he knows greed is a sin but he wants both him and her, and he wishes that it could be enough.

‘I’ve seen the way you look at him, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you’, she tells him, eyes dry, but there’s a tremble in her voice that she can’t hide - because she’s so stupid, she should have figured this out long before she dug out her heart and handed it to him - but then again maybe she didn’t because she was blinded by staring too long at the sun.

‘You will grow to resent me if I keep him from you and besides, how could I possibly compare?’

Because Oikawa Tooru, blessed with innate brilliance and cursed with a penchant for self-immolation, burns brighter than a thousand stars.

‘I’m sorry’, he tells her, rounding the table to drop to his knees before her, the look in his eyes so heartbreakingly sad that she has to choke back a sob. ‘You meant the world to me’, he whispers brokenly as he buries his face in her lap.

‘I know’, she answers him – and gods, her heart is screaming and it hurts - but she loves him so much she knows it’s only right to let him go. ‘But the world will move on, and you need to chase the stars while you still have them in your sight’.

At this, he lets out a quiet cry, and this time she gives in and joins him, her tears soaking his hair. He wraps his arms around her as she presses kisses into his skin and they stay that way for a while, their limbs entwined, because it finally dawns on both of them that this is it - it truly is the end of them.

The sun may set and the moon may rise, but the stars - they burn bright in the sky.

Her love for him should die (from earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust) – but it doesn’t.

She packs her life into cardboard boxes and shifts into her sister’s flat. Iwaizumi doesn’t allow her to pay for the cancellation of their wedding, takes all responsibility for informing their guests that the wedding’s off - he says it’s his fault after all, and she doesn’t resist, knowing it’s his way of trying to make amends.

His face crumples and he tries to refuse her when she returns his ring, but she insists - because it doesn’t feel right, she can’t seem to smile when the silver band catches the sun's light. He doesn’t tell her he keeps it in a box beside his bed, and opens it from time to time.

Oikawa manages to weasel her sister’s address out of Iwaizumi and appears on her doorstep the day before he’s due to return to Argentina with a bushel of white lilies in his arms.

‘Wait!’ he cries, catching the door with his foot as she tries to slam it into his face, cursing the reflexes of a professional athlete. ‘I won’t take too much of your time’, he promises, and she folds her arms, glaring at him expectantly.

‘I’m sorry. I’ve treated you and Hajime terribly, haven’t I’, he asks her shamefacedly.

‘You have’, she tells him coldly, because she desperately wants to blame him for everything bad that's come her way but when he hangs his head, she can’t help but soften her tone. ‘But I understand, Oikawa. How could I blame you when I love the same man?’

‘I don’t deserve your kindness’, he responds quietly, after a pause.

‘But you have it’, she tells him. ‘So live and be happy, for his and my sake’.

When he leaves, she closes the door and sinks to the floor, burying her nose in his offering of lilies. Its scent is cloying sweet, but she can only taste the bitterness of ash in her mouth.

A year later, and she’s back covering the Japanese men’s volleyball season when she runs into one Iwaizumi Hajime again.

He is the first to speak, asking her a genial ‘how are you’, to which she replies ‘fine’, though she really means - ‘I may be wounded, but I am still standing on my feet’. But Iwaizumi understands - he always does , and they stay silent for a while.

She picks up the courage to ask after Oikawa, and she knows he’s trying his best not to light up as he tells her that though he’s back in Argentina, they’re pursuing a long distance relationship. In turn, she tells him about her new boyfriend, ruefully mentioning that though she tried to stay clear of volleyball boys, Akaashi Keiji not only used to play volleyball in high school, but is the best friend (and former setter) of Bokuto Koutaro, national team player and self-proclaimed ace. He laughs at that - but she does not mention it is a relationship born out of the heartbreak reflected in both of their eyes.

‘Are you alright?’ he asks her before they part. It’s ironic because these are the first words he’s ever said to her, but she swallows the memory and this time she responds truthfully.

‘It’s a work in progress and I’m getting there, one day at a time’.

They exchange bittersweet smiles.

It’s enough for now.

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Book of Soulmates - OT7 Bonus

Hello everyone! Happy Valentine’s day! I know some of you are way ahead of my timezone and have already passed Valentine’s day, but I hope that you guys enjoy this regardless!

@nochujeonjk requested a Yoongi hot & cold au, so I thought that I’d throw together this special little story to wrap up the soulmate aus nicely. hopefully this is alright!

Thank you all for reading, and you’re always welcome to drop in any time. I love hearing from you. Stay tuned for the epilogue to my series ‘Mine’ this week, as well as Jimin’s red string of fate series coming on February 22nd!

premise: how to boys would react with simple day-to-day tasks while managing their soulmate bonds, and how they meet their soulmates

Seokjin - barcode bond

honestly tries not to look at it too much

but there are days when it’s all he can look at

is quite curious about the technology used to scan the barcodes

when he thinks nobody is watching, he’ll go down to the entrance of the Bighit building and scan his barcode over and over again

he’s a little jealous of the others’ bonds, which seem more personal

but he’s also terrified of the day when he’ll be notified that somebody with his same barcode entered the building

like, how is he supposed to talk to you?

these are usually what he thinks about during boring interviews

but then there’s a day when he’s biking to work

and he’s keeping his head down, just trying to keep out of sight

but he sees you

and he knows

which makes him realize that maybe his bond isn’t so impersonal after all, if he can recognize you without any help of a machine

so when you walk inside a shop and he notices that you do indeed have a barcode bond, which you scan as you walk in, he’s calling Namjoon and telling him he’s going to be a little late

and before he can even think it through, he’s throwing his bike in the bike rack and walking in after you, scanning his barcode

and watches as it declares a match

after that, he realizes he has no clue what he’s doing

but that just makes you smile

every once in a while, Jin will drag you down to the entrance of the Bighit building just to scan both of your barcodes and see them match up

it just never gets old

Yoongi - hot & cold bond

he’s grown up being fairly cold, so he’s used to it

but it’s not the most pleasant sensation

used to take really long, steaming hot showers

but now he just gets in and out as quickly as he can

because he knows that the warmth is only temporary

and he wants you

so when he wakes up one morning absolutely freezing, he can hardly get out of bed.

what he doesn’t know is that you’ve left the country for school, but find yourself in a similar cold situation

Bighit, worried for Yoongi’s health (mentally and physically), set out to find you

it’s pretty easy. a letter, phone call, and plane ticket later, you’re heading back to Seoul just to meet Yoongi and get your body temperatures normal so you can head back to school

Yoongi takes the longest, hottest shower of his life, trying to figure out what life at a warm temperature will be like

but it still does nothing to prepare him for the shock of you does to him

you’re...radiant. smiling from the second you want into the room where he’s waiting for you

and as his internal body temperature soars before settling down to an average level, he just stares at you with the widest eyes

what ensues is a long-distance relationship in which Yoongi claims that he’s cold when you’re gone

you both know that’s not true - after soulmates with this kind of bond meet they have a normal body temperature regardless of distance

but you still cave every once in a while and let him fly you back home to him

the man literally flies you thousands of miles just to cuddle with you for a few days before you have to leave

the boys tease him mercilessly for it

but he just pretends he has no idea what they’re talking about

Hoseok - timer bond

this man strives to be organized - for good reason

he feels like if he’s clean and organized, it’ll make this entire bond easier to manage

he doesn’t very often show how nervous it makes him feel, but there have been a few times that the boys have found him in the studio late at night, eyes closed with his timer covered

everyone is grateful that they don’t have that bond

but Hobi handles it like a champ

he’s smiling when there are only 60 minutes left, because finally, but then he realizes that he’s in the studio

and literally nobody that isn’t authorized is allowed inside

lol you’re totally not authorized

but you’ve also got a package to deliver, which is your part time job as a university student

so when you ask for where you can deliver a package that Hobi ordered online, an intern tells you that he’s in his studio

which leads to you wandering around the Bighit building

utterly lost

and realizing with more panic than you care to admit that you’ve literally only got thirty minutes left before you meet your soulmate

the only thought on both your and Hobi’s mind is how you have to get out

so you take the stairs, when you finally find them with just a few minutes left on your timer

still holding Hobi’s package when you stumble out the doors to find that you’re in a flipping parking garage

who on earth is going to be chilling is a parking garage when they’re about to meet their soulmate?!

Jung Hoseok, that’s who.

he’s debating between driving his car somewhere more central, or sticking around the building

but he’s a fool and dropped his keys

so naturally you pick them up right as he’s running back to grab them, heart pounding out of his chest

needless to say, you get to deliver him the package, his keys, and your heart

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Namjoon - shared pain bond

he immediately apologizes to you in his mind every single time he breaks something an hurts himself

oh he totally knows that you’re gonna give him an earful when you meet

but he’s so excited

like, giddy schoolboy excited to someday meet you

there’s no rush, but he thinks about it a little too much

he’s learned that you must be a little clumsy like him, because it feels like you stub your toe all the time

but he really doesn’t mind

if the boys so much as begin to bring you up, he dies

like the awkward little bean he is

but he also stresses about how he’s supposed to find you

the boys invite him out with some other friends to get him to de-stress

you’re there

he’s there, obviously

and literally everyone else that’s there already is pretty sure that you two are soulmates

so they just watch you two as the night progresses, wondering if either of you will catch on

you literally get up to go to the bathroom and stub your toe on the way out, but Namjoon is so focused on the menu that he doesn’t make the connection. he just frowns a little before continuing asking Jimin what he’s getting to eat

Jimin can’t answer him because he’s laughing so hard

it isn’t until later that night, when you’re at your apartment that you begin to wonder

Namjoon thought you were really cool, and ends up FaceTiming you thanks to the boys dropping several hints

His hands are shaking a little when he pinches his skin, just enough for it to sting

you hiss a little, frowning at your arm before continuing with whatever you were talking about

Namjoon is pretty much out of commission from that point on

so this boy freaking courts you for a couple of weeks before you finally realize that HE’S YOUR SOULMATE AND HE’S KNOWN ALL ALONG

how do you find out?

he tries cooking for you one night and hurts himself consistently enough that you’re left reeling with both laughter and tears

he’s embarrassed about hiding it from you, but admits that he just didn’t know how to tell you

you tell him that you don’t mind...but that you’re definitely going to use this against him in the future

Jimin - shared dreams bond

the sweetest soulmate ever

with one of the best bonds, everyone tells him

Jimin gets paranoid before he goes to sleep, and repeats “I love you, I love you, I love you” over and over again in hopes that it’ll somehow be translated into his dreams

gets super jealous and grumpy if you dream about guys, even if it’s purely platonic

but oh my lanta does he get so excited and giddy when you dream about beautiful things like soulmates

the other boys are so curious about his bond, so they ask him about it al the time

like, “what did she dream about last night, Jiminie?”

he’s positive that you know who he is, he’s sure he’s dreamt of him and the boys countless times

but he also knows that you probably won’t just show up at his dorm

so he’s dying to have something to go off of, to help him find you

that’s when you dream about your first day of university

he knows that campus

and he’s there the next day, mask on and hood up, flowers in hand

he has no clue what he’s doing

but he just hopes that somehow he’ll run into you

the first day he goes there, he comes home empty handed

instead of being all mopey and sad like the boys expected him to be, he’s even more determined than ever

he’s on campus with a new bouquet every day

on the fourth day, you come running over with your books in hand

he dreamt about this last night

you’ve been scouring every inch of the campus for him, and heard from a friend that there was a mysterious guy chilling in front of the science building

of course the science building is clear on the other side of campus

so you’re out of breath and frazzled by the time you make it over there, but so happy

and Jimin practically throws the flowers at you, he’s suddenly so nervous

which makes you laugh

and your laugh makes him laugh

and that night you dream about each other

Taehyung - initials bond

ugh this is the worst bond

like, Tae will fight anyone on it, it’s hands down the worst

because he’s met countless people with your same initials!

but maybe fate understands that this bond sucks, because it’s also becoming more and more rare

it eventually just gets to a point where Tae decides to take matters into his own hands

he literally designs his own t-shirt with his initials on the back and yours on the front

fans think it’s adorable

you’re shocked when you see it selling out

soon almost every ARMY owns the shirt and begins the ‘initial project’

you don’t want to tell people that you’ve got KTH on your wrist, because what if it’s not him?

but where there a will ARMY, there’s a way

so tae tae finds out through the grapevine about you

and basically calls you out over vlive

it’s hilarious

staff wanna kill him but can’t do anything about it

but man he just wants to meet you

so with some assistance from ARMY, you guys meet

it’s at a flower festival in Ilsan

tae’s wearing his glasses

and all he can think about is that you look like you belong here, among all of these flowers

so he tells you that, with the shyest, sweetest smile

and you marvel that this is the same man that literally hunted you down using social media and his fan base

you’re still a little skeptical, so you ask him how he can be sure that it’s you when there are so many that share your initials

and he just smiles again

and asks if he can hold your hand while you guys walk around and enjoy the festival

so you agree, albeit a little hesitantly

and as you guys walk around, you realize that you know exactly what he’s talking about

hand in hand, smiling up at him and thinking that he belongs with the stars glittering above you, you realize that there’s no way he’s not your soulmate

he looks down at you and sees that you get it

but he wants to make sure you know it anyway

so he shuffles a little closer and squeezes your hand a little tighter

and from then on, you’re known as ARMY’s soulmate, since they helped you two find each other

Jungkook - drawing bond

obviously, Jungkook loves drawing

he’s very good at it, too

so nobody questions him when he’s off in the corner of the practice room scribbling something on his arm or leg

he jokes how about how you two complete each other because you rarely draw, you write

notes, grocery lists, titles to books, whatever

you write, and he draws.

so if you need to buy apples (they’re on sale!) Jungkook is grabbing a pen and doodling a bushel of apples on his knee

you love it

he mainly loves you

the boys tease him nonstop about it, because it’s so painfully obvious

he’s a goner, and you haven’t even met each other

but he’s so nervous to meet you

and there’s no rush, really

but when he sees Tae trying so hard to find his soulmate, he wonders if it’s time for him and you to finally meet

his bond is the easier by far

and there are so many night where he lays in bed with a pen in hand, wondering if he should just go for it. drop his number, an address, his name, anything

but he never does

he’s so afraid

and he’s so in love that he feels like you’ll freak out when you realize that he’s fallen in love with a person he’s never had any face-to-face contact with

but then there’s this night where all the boys are hanging out together and their soulmates are present (because they’ve all met by this point) and Jungkook realizes how happy he feels

like, he’s genuinely happy. for his hyungs, for himself. he’s lucky that he gets to have this strange little family.

and he realizes that you should get to have this, too.

so that night he scrawls his phone number out on the back of his hand with a simple note

‘call if you feel comfortable with it’

you freak out

like, fist pumping while also wondering if this is gonna blow up in your face

by the time you’ve weighed all the pros and cons, it’s nearly three in the morning. but you’ve got to call him. now.

so you do, secretly praying that you get the voicemail

but kook is up. of course he is, he’s been waiting on the edge of his bed since eleven pm.

he answers and you realize as soon as he says hello that you’ve fallen in love with this man

which is terrifying, but if he was the one to give out his number, he must want to meet you, right?

right.

when you do meet, everyone is there. all the boys, all of their soulmates. watching as Jungkook leaps off the park bench and runs to you, and he giggles.

giggles. it’s adorable.

and it’s cute and awkward and a little crowded with all 14 of you, but it’s better than you’d ever imagined.

Jungkook waits all of two hours before grabbing your hand and whispering, “I love you”

so you grab a pen from your bag and smile up at him as you write “I love you, too” into your skin

masterlist

aaaand that’s a wrap! overall, this was the 20th and final installment to the Book of Soulmates! This one was a bit different from the others, since the others are actual mini stories with one member at a time, but I hope you enjoyed!

Happy Valentine’s day!! Love you all! Stay tuned for the fun things coming up! Check my navigation tab to see what’s next!

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slasherwife · 4 years

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🐻Oh, I stopped to think, how the Slashers would react to their S / O being a witch who reincarnated (doesn’t remember the past life, except how she died.), She does rituals (using some potions, animal bones and blood itself). to raise and control plants and a power related to his death (possibly fire) and have nightmares about his death that usually have phantom pain and vision (in the midst of flames and smoke for example.) kisses from Brazil 🐻

Slashers react to a witch s/o

How do the slashers react with you doing tarot, moon rituals, playing with energies, making potions and doing spells?

🌹🌛🌕🌜🌹how do they react to you controlling the elements and getting forewarning of his death?

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is lowkey intrigued?

Doesn’t even know what this stuff is??

He’s pretty much clueless, but that doesn’t mean you can’t teach him

If you tell him you’re a witch I have a feeling he’ll be taken aback

“B-but the Bible says—“

“No no, the Bible was originally Aramaic, Tommy— and ‘witch’ in Aramaic meant poisoner, my love. I never poison anyone.” 💖💕💖💕

That should do it 😊

Anyway he will still be bewildered a lil bit, just peepin around the corner watching you doing a tarot reading like Ow0 wot

Will catch animals for you to use for rituals

Do you need human bones too? Cuz he’s got you covered 😊💕

But hearing of your past life death? Seeing you play with fire and plant energies? How the universe practically bows to you? He sees you completely different.

He was standing on the back porch, watching you walk towards him as the grass waved to you and the trees bent in your favor, and he never wanted to be apart from you 🌹😊

You are a starlit goddess, sent to him by mistake— and he thinks you belong to the stars above or in the clouds~~ anywhere but his dark, sad home 😓💖

If you have nightmares about his death, he will go under your wing —begrudgingly— under your constant protection

He doesn’t believe too much of your visions, but he hates seeing you upset and his dark goddess doesn’t deserve paranoia 🥀😓

Jason Vorhees

Whatever Jason thinks, he at least acknowledges at his zombie phase that he isn’t exactly considered natural either.

Tbh you guys would be a total power couple 🤗🥺💖

He would be probably more understanding of your occupation than Tommy, and would embrace you fully 😊

Like “I knew my y/n was special. I knew it!” 😊💕

He doesn’t like that you use animal bones though. “Why the poor animals y/n?? Use human bones instead— here.”

He thinks you have superpowers hah

He loves when you raise the plants to be alive again— it’s like you keep it spring all year and he loves it 🥺💖💕💖🌷

Will be happy that you have them so you can protect yourself if need be 😊

Once you tell him about your past life death and how you can manipulate elements and that you’re getting forewarnings dreams of his death... he won’t be too worried.

First off, any thought of you dying in general is caused him literal physical pain. So he didn’t like you talking about that 🥺💕

You controlling the elements, Fire? He will follow you anywhere hon’. 7’1 immortal zombie legend murderer and powerful sorcerer/ess/witch? Biggest power couple 💕🙌🙌

And then lastly, the only thing Jason will worry about from your dreams is how you will manage with out him. That’s literally it 😂🥺💕💖

He knows he will come back eventually, you can’t kill Jason forever— he physically can’t stay dead lol

He will sheepishly miss all the crazy sex you guys have been having, but you stop your worrying! Jason’s like “my poor bab don’t be so scared— I’ll always come back!” 💕💕💖💕

Michael Myers

Will 1000% pretend your powers don’t interest him.

But just know that he’s peeking around the corner when you absent mindedly play with the candle’s flame while mixing a clarity potion, literally on his toes 😂💕

He loves to be around you when you’re doing candle work, making a potion, practicing controlling the elements— because you exert this powerful and foreign energy aura that’s comforting to him 😊💖💕🥺

Another slasher that will go on a midnight trip of catching animals for you because “ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY GODDESS— 😫💖💕💖💕”

But you wouldn’t even ask for it, he would see you making spell charms or bags with animal bones in it—

And then next thing you know he drops a sack of birds and a goat next to you and walks away???🤭

Do I know where he got the goat?? No I fucking do not xD but it kinda stank so you had to drag it out the back door and get to work 😣

And then obviously he’ll give you human bones as well lel 💕

He likes hearing of your past life death, he thinks it’s cool lol 😊💖

Getting forewarnings of Michael’s death? K.

He wouldn’t be bothered really, but he obviously doesn’t want to die— he’s too stubborn for that 💕💖

This is the only time he will ever listen to you xD barely

Basically like “too bad—I’m going out tonight. But I’ll ‘be careful’ or whatever the fuck you said.”

Another huge power couple btw 🙌💖💕

Bubba Sawyer

He thinks you’re so cool 🥺

He’ll think your tarot readings are a game and he’ll pick up random ones and look at them

(He likes the pictures) 😖💖

He’ll be so curious, like snooping around when you’re doing a ritual, snuggling up against you when you’re saying an incantation—

He’s like a cat💖💕

Oh you like animal bones? What a surprise! His house is literally full of them. 😶🌷

Ya you have an endless supply of animal bones— you won’t ever run out 😂💖💕

You died in your past life? WHAT? Why? *crying*

He will snuggle you all night when you tell him that 🥺

Also thinks you’re a goddess that was sent to him and can NOT wrap his head around the fact that you two met by chance 🥺💖

Cherishes you every single day and will probably be super clingy because you’re just his strong woman who deserves everything for the queen she is— *INHALE* yeah. 😖😖💕💕💖💖

Wait. What? You dreamt of me dying? What abt you will you be okay my little blueberry muffin??

He won’t careeee but at the same time he wants to stay with youuuuu😖💖💕

Just so he can stay alive to be with you, he’ll do everything you say to stay safe and will follow every protocol much to Chop Tops annoyment. 🤷‍♀️😊💕

“No, sorry—Y/n says I can’t do that.”

I love you two together, it gives me the feels 🥺💕💖

Bo Sinclair

Ooooh niceeee

Lowkey interested but probably won’t show it 😆

Like u do u— don’t know don’t care as long as you keep making me pbjs

Prepare for bewildererd looks when he walks in on your using blood/bones for a particular ritual 😳

Like you’ll just be sitting on your bed with your eyes closed, holding a black candle trying to banish negative energy and he’ll walk in—

“Want me to leave...?”

“Shhhhhhh....”

He’ll probably come home one day with an animal skull or something like, “babe I found this owl beak... you want it?” 😂💖💕

He’ll probably tell Lester to catch something while he’s out and about, and then take it and tell you that he got it for you all by himself😂💕

Lowkey scared of you sometimes

He’s not scared of blood, but like y are u using it..??

Tried not to piss you off too much so you hex him or something xD 💖💕

You: *manipulating fire and wind out back*

Bo, walking in on it: bitch what the fu—

If you tell him you’re getting visions of his death, he’ll probably be super skeptical and give you it a smartass remark— probably ask if you’ve been smoking the mugwort too 😳😶

But if you persist on it— he’ll get frustrated but will listen to you because he doesn’t like seeing u upset 🥺🌷

Brahmsie

Bitch wtf u doin?

So confused— explain now

This little shit will go through all of your stuff and take what he thinks is cool and will probably piss off your deities (if u have deities) 😂

You’ll have to make him apologize and have him give it back~~which I wish you the best of luck w 😂💖💕

You’ll just be minding your own business when Brahmsie is looking at your things—

The he legit looks at you dead in the eyes and takes your dragon figurine and disappears into the walls, much to your panic 😓😶😶

But since you can do all this stuff, now 3x more scared of you even tho you’re a small bean in comparison to him— 😳💕🌷

You threatened to hex him if he didn’t start actin right and he started being nice real quick 😂🙌💕💕

Where did u get that blood? 😶😳

Using animal bones? Use the dead rats y/n! Duh!

Bonus for him if he manages to sack the grocery boy and take his bones too 😶💘

“ANYTHING FOR YOU MY QUEEN!” 🙌😭💖💖

If he finds you controlling the elements and sees u controlling fire.... he leaves immediately dont you know he’s terrified of fire??

Yeah uh he demands in a shaky voice that you stop doing that or else ☹️😶he doesn’t like fire at all

But that’s okay cuz you’re still the fuckin coolest person hes ever been w! 😆💘

Wait wut...? You’re saying I’m gonna die? UWU SAVE ME Y/N I DONT WANNA DIEEE

He will literally get so scared when you tell him you’re getting forewarnings of his death, and will go under your wing definitely the most willingly 😅💓💓

Whatever, more cuddles for him! And some other things 😏

I hope u liked ittt! Sorry I’ve not the time to post ANYTHING lately— it took me 5 days to finish this one because of how busy w school I am— but I hope you like it!! 💖💖

#slashers #thomas hewitt #i made a thing #jason vorhees #Michael Myers #bubba Sawyer #bubba sawyer headcanons #bo Sinclair #Brahms Heelshire #Thomas Hewitt headcanons #Jason Vorhees headcanons #Michael Myers headcanons #bo Sinclair headcanons #Brahms Heelshire headcanons

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heretherebedork · 3 years

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Hiya there! The scenario with the realization of their feelings was just.. soft.. and warm. Not going to lie, it kind of makes me sad, but in a good way. Shows rarely ever have those type of intimate scenes that are quiet like that.

Premise: Everyday life setting (house settings, school settings, etc.) + dream settings with a ML who keeps having strange dreams of a man. ML tries to tell other people but no one listens, so he talks to this dream guy and they can do whatever they want in these dreams.

That's one thing a lot of the Korean BLs do well, I cannot deny. There's a lot more small, soft, quiet moments than we see in some of the others. Still not quite everything, but good. I mean, Oxygen and Tossara are some of my favorites and I love them so much because they're soft and slow and gentle and filled with love and respect.

Anyway!

ML is the most typical guy you've ever met. He's kind of boring, has a small group of friends, studies engineering and mostly just goes about his life without much change from anything. He's very, very average and he's happy with that. He's never wanted to stand out. Think an anime opening except you pass over all the people with bright hair and interesting earrings and painted nails and end up on a guy with plain hair, a plain uniform and a blank expression on his face.

But he dreams brilliantly. All his life ML has had bright and vivid dreams about anything and everything. They're fantastic and he loves sleeping. He's never had a boring dream in his life. But he learned early on not to talk about them.

And all his life he's dreamt of another person. At first he was a kid like him and they ran around in this vivid fantasy world together and everyone laughed about his stories and his imaginary friend. But the older he got without anything changing, the less patient everyone got.

Then the dreams stopped. Not the dreams, they were still vivid. But his friends vanished from the dreams and ML found himself wandering around alone. It was lonely at first but he grew used to it and assumed that he'd just imagined the friend, like everyone had told him, and that he'd finally outgrown that.

So, here he is. ML, boring but with vivid dreams, walks into his second year at the university, dressed casually but in uniform and sees a familiar face in the crowd. Only... only it's not familiar in a way he can place. The sense of deja vu keeps happening.

When he goes to sleep, when he opens his eyes to his vivid dream world... he's not alone.

For the first time in nearly a decade, he's not alone.

There's another young man, the same age as him, sitting in front of him and just staring. Dream is of the anime protagonists we saw earlier, well, styled like one. He has brilliant blue hair, multiple earrings and he's grinning ear to ear.

ML flips out a little bit. But Dream just keeps repeating ML's name excitedly and trying to talk about missing him and how sorry he was that he vanished and finally ML calms down enough to listen.

Dream's family, it turned out, had moved to the United States for several years due to his father's work. And it meant that Dream and ML had no longer shared sleeping hours. But Dream was finally back in Thailand and so, so excited. He'd been worried that the dreams wouldn't be shared again. But he'd never forgotten ML.

So their nightly adventures return. Dream shows ML all the experimenting he's done in the dream world, all the ways he figured out to change things in his search for ML, things that ML never really tried because he was too worried, too nervous, too shy to take those extreme steps.

It's fine, though. They resume their friendship almost as if it had never paused. And ML starts to realize exactly how... boring... he is. Dream's been traveling the world, both IRL and in the dream, seeing all kinds of things and experimenting and ML has just been in the same place, in the same home, in the same everything.

Dream's enthusiasm is hard for ML. He's not jealous, honestly. He's just worried that he's not good enough. He's never met anyone like Dream and soon he's spending most of his waking hours worrying about what he'll say in the dream to Dream. School's getting harder, everything's harder, and when ML finds himself doodling Dream on his workbooks and he realizes that he's in love.

But how can he be in love? How can he even imagine living up to the fascinating person that Dream is and that he isnt?

Now, all through this, in the university scenes, he keeps getting deja vu around this one student who looks and acts almost as boring as he does. ML has no idea how to handle this immense familiarity, especially when his classmate seems oblivious to his existence. ML is struggling both in the university and in his dreams and his friends are worried.

One night, it comes to a head. ML can't handle it and he ends up in a huge fight with Dream about nothing. Literally just... nothing. ML's upset and feels like he can't be good enough and so he fights about everything because he has no idea how to express that feeling. And Dream leaves the dream, he leaves in tears and ML's regret cannot be measured.

Several nights of dreaming without Dream send ML spiraling... and he hasn't seen Deja Vu around either, not that he's ever spoken to the other student. But ML suddenly feels alone and isolated and like he's never felt before...

Finally, he goes to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon, nothing better to do... and sees Dream there. It has to be Dream. But it looks like Deja Vu there in his dream world, just another boring university student ant not the anime protagonist he'd grown used to seeing.

He calls out to him, rushing over to apologize and Deja Vu tries to stay away from him. He's obviously been crying and he keeps trying to hide himself from ML.

ML apologizes again and again until Deja Vu... until Dream looks at him and finally lets himself be pulled into a hug. And they talk. Well, ML talks. And Dream asks questions that ML forces himself to answer, no matter how painful.

Dream goes from crying to laughing very quickly. Because the idea that ML thinks he's boring, thinks he's not worth Dream's time, is just funny. Dream spent the past near-decade searching desperately for ML anywhere in the dreamverse. Finding him again was the best thing that ever happened.

And ML listens, finally. He listens to Dream and he believes him. He believes, he realizes, that he doesn't need to be everything, to be the most interesting person or the best to deserve to be more than just average, to not be overlooked.

Then comes Deja Vu. Who Dream suddenly looks like. And the full realization hits ML when Dream starts to blush...

Less than hour later they're standing together in a parking lot, eye to eye for the first time in the real world, two average looking young men, two average students, sharing something so beyond average there's nothing that can stop their kiss.

#premise anon #ilu premise anon #write my own bl #writing #writing a summary #i write summaries #not stories #holy shit #i like this one #someone steal this from me and make it #full permission granted

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anasloverbird · 2 years

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You know…there’s this guy at work. I really thought that he liked me. Like I truly believed that he might have wanted me in a romantic? I mean truly, how stupid could a girl be?

There’s this other girl at work. She’s the complete opposite of me. I mean, heck she’s everything I’ve ever dreamt of being?

She’s so kind

She’s so lovable

She’s skinny

She’s beautiful

She has these captivating blue eyes, and blond hair

She’s white

God what I wouldn’t give to look and be like her. What I wouldn’t fucking do.

Me and him were suppose to go the movies, like we planned it. But my country is shutting down. It’s shutting down, meaning we can’t. The really nice girl asked if we should all just go to the movies today to watch the new Spider-Man movie, the movie we were suppose to watch. Once I found out he agreed, so did I. I thought maybe we could at next to each other? Something? But no. I’ve been so clueless. All this time I thought he like me, but it was never me. It was her, the girl I would kill to be.

I just hate how the universe pretended to give me a chance, or at least make me believe that I had a shot?

Regardless, I’m on my way home from the movies now. Sitting in a bus while writing this. By all means, keep on reading if you wanna know what happened…

No, it’s not that dramatic, but here goes nothing I guess.

I wrote this message to myself in the bathroom, before the movie started:

Okay sooo

I’m literally in the cinema rn ab to watch the movie, but it’s not what you think ahah

…so considering we cancelled, the really pretty girl said we could all just go today, and like yea me and 5 others agreed so we’re like 7 ppl. I’m in the bathroom writing this and I feel like absolute garbage, and I think it’s bc I can’t keep up with the expressions here. It’s filled, anyways…the girl and him are sitting next to each other, sharing a soda and pop-corn and I’m on the opposite side, which honestly? Idk who I was kidding; allas the pretty blonde, blue haired skinny really fucking sweet white girl wins. Like I can’t ahahah

So it’s not just in movies? Ahahah

Anyways, I’m better now after writing it to you, but I guess I was just excited that someone might have seen me u know? Like my personality? Idkkk I’m like sad, I’m more so disappointed that I thought I could ahah does that make sense?

Wow…after reading that, I realise how fucking pathetic I sound. Like shut the fuck up and stop complaining about how no guy will love you. We get it already. Move the fuck on.

I’m so sorry ab this post, I just feel so alone and this feels like my only safe space

X A

#thigh gab #anorexik #depressing poem #kinda depressing #skinnnny #tw depressing stuff #i will reach my ugw #ana t1ps #Ana tips #anatipsandteicks #anatipsandtricks

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ruddcatha · 4 years

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You Owe Me

Now on Ao3 and FFN!

Inuyasha Taisho was in a bind. Literally. Somehow, he had gotten himself tangled into the string of what Kagome had called “fairy lights” that she wanted decorating her balcony, and he was not sure how he would undo this without damaging the lights. He tried to follow the wire to see where he had gotten so tangled up, and soon found the problem.

His long silver hair had gotten wrapped around a few of the bulbs, and as he had moved and twisted the string to plot out its placement, it had gotten more and more tangled. He eyed the mass, weighing his options. If he destroyed the lights, Kagome would be mad at him. If he cut his hair, Kagome would be mad at him. Two puppy ears at the top of his head folded downwards, he knew this was one of those ‘lose-lose’ scenarios.

A soft giggle pulled his attention away from the dilemma of his hair and the lights, and his golden eyes saw the girl leaning against the sliding door to the balcony.

Kagome Higurashi. His goddess.

They both attended the University of Tokyo and had met when their respective roommates had begun dating. At first it had been awkward between them, they often seemed to act as Sango and Miroku’s chaperones, but over time they had grown closer. He had been there for her when her ex-boyfriend Hojo had broken up with her to study in America, she had been there when he and his former girlfriend Kikyo had parted ways.

He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but he had fallen hopelessly in love with the raven-haired girl during the last three years. Over time she had become the one he wanted to share everything with, the funny stories, the ranting over a fucked-up group project. He hadn’t even realized it until that summer. They had both had internships, and the group had not been able to get together as much. He quickly realized that as great as the internship was, the summer had felt empty because she wasn’t there to share it with. Oh, he had talked with her on the phone, but he hadn’t been able to see her reactions, the twinkle in her sapphire eyes. Now, every time he thought about life after their senior year of college, every single scenario had Kagome there with him.

He just… hadn’t worked up the courage to ask her out.

Which is why he was there, playing the good friend, helping her get her first solo apartment exactly right. He had helped her pack up everything from her apartment with Sango earlier that day and unload it at the new apartment. Sango and Miroku had gotten engaged over the summer break and had officially moved in together, and Kagome had decided to live off campus for her senior year. She had looked so adorable when she told him about it, all her plans for it now that she didn’t have to follow the dormitory rules. He hadn’t realized she had asked him for help until he heard her squeal of “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.”

He was glad she hadn’t invited Koga to help too. The wolf demon had been around more and more after he had worked with Kagome in her summer internship. It drove Inuyasha nuts seeing the wolf around, to see Kagome smile at him. Inuyasha wanted to be the one to make her smile, but if the wolf made her happy, he wouldn’t stand in the way.

Much.

Kagome was trying desperately to get her giggles under control. She knew the knot was probably painful, but he looked so gorgeously adorable with the slight pout on his face that he had when he was lost in thought.

“Here, let me help you with that.”

She said as she walked to his side, reaching out to take the mass from him. “I have a better vantage point.” When she heard his soft “Keh” she started the slow process of working out the knot.

Well, it shouldn’t have been quite so slow, but she would take any opportunity to be close to him that she could. She had really missed him over the summer, their respective internships had made opportunities to see their friends few and far between. They had spoken on the phone almost every day, but it hadn’t been the same as seeing him.

Her hand caressed the strands of his hair as she gently tried to unwind the strands from the lights. His hair was always so soft, and she loved the feel of it against her skin. She had dreamt of that feeling, among other things, way more than she should have over the past few years. With a soft sigh, she managed to separate his hair from the lights, smiling when he turned to her with gratitude.

Her breath caught in her chest at their proximity, his golden eyes never ceased to captivate her, and she could feel herself falling into the deep honey gaze.

She wished she had the courage to tell him how she felt, but she was a coward. She didn’t want to risk losing his friendship by making him uncomfortable. She had never seen him going out on any dates after things had ended with Kikyo, she was sure he was still pining for her, waiting for an opportunity to resume their relationship.

Not that she had dated anyone since Hojo, but realistically, she hadn’t found anyone that compared to Inuyasha. She knew she was being foolish, but she didn’t want to date anyone that she knew wouldn’t measure up to him. She knew who and what she wanted; it was just… she couldn’t let him know.

She forced herself to turn away and move back into the apartment, if she had stayed near him, she knew she would have done something stupid… like try to kiss him.

She had tortured herself all day by having him help her move everything and then stay to help set up the apartment. It was just, he felt so right being there, even when he was putting up her fairy lights (lord he had scoffed at that when she told him what she wanted). This was her first space that was all her own, and he was the only one that she wanted in there, helping her arrange it and putting together furniture. In a small way she could say it made it ‘theirs’ and not just hers.

But that was only wishful thinking.

“Hey Kags?” She heard Inuyasha ask from the balcony, making her turn to look back. Her mouth watered looking at him, he was so damn gorgeous it wasn’t even fair. Maybe it was better that nothing happened between them, she was sure he would ruin her for any other guy.

“Yeah Yash?” she made herself respond, she found that she had to fight to keep her voice even.

“Your ‘fairy lights’ are up, what do you want me to do next?”

She pointed to a box in the living room, grinning when he growled.

“You had to go and get shit from Ikea, didn’t you? You know it’s a bitch to put together.” He scoffed as he walked over to take in the boxed entertainment center.

“It was cheap.” She gave a small shrug.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “And you want me to… what? Put it together for you?”

Kagome bit her bottom lip, and Inuyasha bit back a groan. He wanted to nibble that lip so badly, but he… he couldn’t. Kagome looked up at him from under her lashes with a pleading expression. He groaned.

“Don’t... don’t give me that puppy dog face Kagome, you know I can’t say no to that.” Kagome’s face broke out in a brilliant smile.

“Well, you did say I wasn’t allowed to use any of the tools didn’t you Yash?” She teased as she moved to pass him.

His hand reached out to snag her wrist before she could move too far, and when she turned mere inches separated them. Both froze for a moment, sapphire and gold eyes locked together, before they both backed away with blushes forming on their cheeks.

“Keh… Alright, but you gotta order pizza for dinner, I don’t work for free.” He stammered, trying to defuse the tension in the room. There was no way he had seen desire in Kagome’s eyes in that moment… was there?

Kagome dashed to the bedroom under the guise of getting her phone. She… god… that was… that one moment had rattled her more than she had thought possible. For a second, she thought… she almost imagined… that he wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. She shook her head, trying to force those thoughts of her mind. She quickly called their favorite pizza shop to order two meat lover pizzas to be delivered, thankfully she and Inuyasha both liked the same type of pizza (she would have to snag her slices early).

She stayed in the bedroom, unpacking clothes, and linens to avoid going to the living room and the unknown tension between her and Inuyasha.

Yes, she was a coward.

Inuyasha was cursing a blue streak as he attempted to put together the entertainment center. It gave him something to focus his frustration on, he had almost fucked up. The need to kiss Kagome had been so strong, if she hadn’t pulled away when she had, he probably would have… fuck. It was obvious that he was at risk of ruining their friendship, she had fled as soon as she could and was staying as far away as she could. He could hear her, hiding in the bedroom. His ears dropped, maybe he should ask Sango to come over so it wouldn’t be so awkward between them anymore.

The sound of the doorbell pulled him out of his thoughts. He hoped it was the pizza, maybe food would...

“Hey Mutt Face, how are you doing?”

So much for the universe hearing him and cutting him some slack. Inuyasha stepped back to let Koga into the room. He didn’t have a problem with Koga, per se. It was his obvious interest in Kagome that bugged him. Come to think of it, why was the wolf there?

“Yash was that the pizz… Koga?” Kagome came out of the bedroom, surprise evident in her voice.

“Hey Kagome.” Koga smiled as he saw her. Inuyasha felt his heart break a little when Kagome gave a small smile back.

“Wha... what are you doing here Koga?” Inuyasha watched the wolf intently, he wanted to know the answer to Kagome’s question too.

“Can’t I want to see if I can help my girl with her move?” Inuyasha seethed internally at the response. That ‘my girl’ comment had sent pain through his heart; he had lost her before he ever had her.

“Koga, we’ve been over this, I am not your girl.” Inuyasha’s ears perked, maybe there was still a chance.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying right?” Koga grinned at her. “But I am serious about seeing if you needed help with the move.”

Kagome paused for a moment, Koga was a nice guy, but his obvious pursuit of her made her uncomfortable. She had been trying to get him to understand that she didn’t like him in a romantic sense, but he always made comments like that, especially if Inuyasha was around. But at the same time, she knew it would be rude to refuse his offer. She sighed, Inuyasha was not going to like this.

“Thanks Koga, I appreciate that. The dining table still needs to be constructed if you want to work on that. That’s the last thing I was going to have Yash do.”

Koga followed Kagome to the last box and began to work on it while she returned to the bedroom. A few minutes later she came running out, her cell phone against her ear.

“Yeah, it’s fine, I will head over now, thanks… No, it’s no problem at all.” She assured the person on the other end of the line. She shot the boys an apologetic glance.

“That was the pizza parlor. Their delivery driver got a flat tire, so I have to go pick up the pizzas. Will you guys be ok for a few minutes?”

Inuyasha grunted softly, he wasn’t thrilled with being left alone with the wolf, but he wasn’t going to object.

“Don’t worry Kagome.” Koga said with a smile. “I promise not to kill the mutt while you are out.” Inuyasha’s snarl caused Koga to burst out laughing. “I’m serious, we will be fine.”

With a last glance at Inuyasha, Kagome ran out the door.

Koga and Inuyasha worked in silence for a few moments. They had an unspoken competition going between them, who could put together more of their project without looking at the directions than the other. It was going about as well as could be expected. With a glare at Koga, Inuyasha pulled the instructions over, determined to make sure that HIS piece of furniture was perfect for Kagome.

“You know I envy you.” Koga’s voice surprised Inuyasha.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Inuyasha snarled back.

“You and Kagome.”

“Keh. There’s nothing between me and Kagome.” Inuyasha said, a sour expression on his face.

“You don’t even see it do you?” Koga asked, surprise colored his voice.

“Look wolf, what game are you trying to pull?” Inuyasha snapped, he had no clue what game Koga was playing but he was not amused by it.

“You don’t. Son of a bitch, you have no clue.”

Inuyasha growled. “What the fuck are you talking about.”

“First answer one question. Do you like her?”

Inuyasha glared at Koga.

“No offense wolf, we don’t really know each other, why would I answer a question like that?”

Koga smiled softly before turning back to finish the table.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” he said softly.

“Look Koga, can you please just tell me what the fuck you are going on about?” Inuyasha was quickly reaching the end of his patience with the other demon.

“Did you know you are all she talks about?” Koga’s soft statement broke through Inuyasha’s irritation. The wolf chuckled at the shell-shocked expression on Inuyasha’s face.

“Yeah, as I said, you have no clue.” Koga let out a tortured laugh.

“She is one hell of a woman, if I were you, I would snap her up before some other guy comes and takes her from you.”

That broke through Inuyasha’s daze.

“She’s not a possession to be taken you jackass. She’s… She’s Kagome. And she isn’t mine to lose” Inuyasha said sadly, his ears lowering.

“That’s where you are wrong.” Koga said back. “Anyone who spends more than 10 minutes around her can tell you that.”

Inuyasha was dumbstruck. It… it couldn’t be. The wolf had to be lying.

“Keh. Then why are you here?”

Koga broke out into a smirk. “Can’t blame a guy for trying can ya? Besides, I’ve seen you two dancing around each other, and it's making her miserable.”

“Again, why the hell are you here then?”

Koga looked Inuyasha dead in the eye before continuing.

“Someone needed to pull your head out of your ass and tell you to man up or get out of the way. Personally, I would prefer it if you got out of the way, but that’s not what she wants. So, man the fuck up.”

Inuyasha was stunned. He… what…. Wait… could she…

The door opened and Kagome walked in carrying the pizzas just as Koga finished setting up the table. She set the boxes down on the counter and turned to Inuyasha, still sitting on the floor, his eyes unfocused.

“Koga, what happened?” Kagome asked, turning to look at her friend.

Koga shook his head. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He glanced down at his watch and looked out the window to see the sunset. “Hey, I gotta go, I’m glad I was able to help.”

Koga gave Kagome a quick hug, turning down her offer of pizza as he made his way out of the apartment. When he reached the door, he turned back to Inuyasha.

“Think about what I said mutt.” Koga closed the door behind him as he left.

“Yash?” Kagome questioned as she handed him a paper plate with a slice of pizza. “What was that about.”

“Keh.” Inuyasha’s cheeks turned pink. “Just the wolf being stupid.”

The two pizzas were soon completely devoured. Kagome had tried to prod Inuyasha to learn what Koga had meant, but the hanyou seemed lost in thought and wouldn’t respond. When she finished her pizza, Kagome moved to sit next to him, her knee touching his, one hand absentmindedly playing with the ends of his hair, which did not escape Inuyasha’s notice.

‘Could the wolf be right?’ he thought to himself.

Kagome’s gasp drew him out of his thoughts, though his mind blanked when she placed a hand on his knee when she suddenly stood. He watched her dash out to the balcony just as the last bit of sunlight faded under the horizon.

“Yash, come out here!” Kagome giggled as she spoke. With a raised eyebrow he moved to join her on the dark balcony.

“Look!” She could barely contain her excitement as she flipped the switch for the outdoor outlet.

Those damn fairy lights twinkled, making it appear the balcony was floating among the stars.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

Inuyasha could not take his eyes off her. Kagome looked almost ethereal in that moment, and she completely took his breath away. Kagome turned to look at him, concerned that he had not answered her question. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw how he was looking at her, and she felt hope soar. This time she hadn’t imagined it, he looked at her as if she were the most precious thing in the universe.

“Yash?” She whispered, pulling him out of his trance. He took a hesitant step towards her, one hand moving to her cheek as his thumb stroked her skin.

“You are so gorgeous Kagome.” Inuyasha’s voice was so soft she barely heard him. “I have to know, even if it fucks things up, what would you say if I asked if I could kiss you?”

Kagome’s heart suddenly soared.

“I… I would… I would say please do.” Her voice broke with the weight of her emotions at the words.

Inuyasha moved to cradle her cheeks with his hands before he slowly lowered down, waiting to give her the opportunity to change her mind, before sealing his mouth to hers.

It wasn’t what she had imagined it would be. It was so much MORE. The kiss spoke of promises, dreams, goals, and above all, a future.

Inuyasha broke the kiss and moved back just enough for his golden gaze to capture her dazed sapphire eyes. There, among the twinkling lights, he asked her the most beautiful words she had heard.

“Kagome Higurashi, will you be my girlfriend?”

She reached up to place a hand at the back of his neck, gently tugging to lower him to her again.

“I thought you would never ask.” she whispered against his lips, before fusing her mouth with his.

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Two years later, Kagome and Inuyasha sat at the head of the table, their friends and loved ones with them at their rehearsal dinner. The next morning, they would be making their vows in front of her family shrine. Inuyasha looked across the room and caught Koga’s eye, the two had become close friends and Inuyasha had asked Koga to be part of the wedding. After all, if he hadn’t told Inuyasha to get his head out of his ass and man up, he wouldn’t be here, about to marry his goddess.

He owed the damn wolf.

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Fic: Dark Paradise (Keanu x Reader)

Summary: AU! With their ‘arrangement’ in place, reader and Keanu go apartment hunting. Part of the Always the quiet ones universe. Part 1 - Always the quiet ones | Part 2 - The Proposal | Part 4 - Without You

Author’s notes: I don’t know about you people, but I’m slightly addicted to this series. It’s so fun to write! As usual, feedback is greatly appreciated.

Wordcount: 4247

Warnings: Age gap; smut (dirty talk; d/s undertones; exhibitionism)

It was strange to be in the presidential suite without Keanu, but definitely something you could get used to. You took your time in a long bath, using the deliciously scented bath products from the hotel that you were very familiar with, despite never using them yourself.

You stepped out once the water turned tepid, your skin feeling silky soft and smelling amazing as you wrapped your body on one of the fluffy white robes, a towel holding your hair on top of your head. You scanned the menu for room service, your stomach rumbling. It was late and your last meal had been lunch.

Picking up the phone, you paused in hesitation. Everyone in the reception desk knew you. They would recognize your voice at the same second. How were you gonna explain this? You set the phone down again, choosing instead to order your favorite burger and milkshake from the diner a couple of streets over. They frequently delivered to the hotel guests and employees so no one would bat an eye to see them there.

You grabbed your laptop and books, bringing it to the bed with you because you had an essay for your abnormal psychology class to deliver next week and you hadn’t had time to start. Between work and all the other courses, you had been feeling overwhelmed and stressed and every time you tried to sit down to write, it was like your brain would just shut down and refuse to form any coherent thought.

Tonight, it was the first time in a while you felt completely relaxed and as you pulled out your reference notes, the text flowed easily, the essay practically writing itself as you swayed to The Weeknd playing on your earbuds.

You finished the first draft in record time, saving it on your college folder with a smile. So, this was how studying felt like when you had plenty of time and no distractions? It was amazing and the idea of not only having an apartment of your own but not to worry about long work hours and crushing debt was starting to sound even more appealing.

Pulling up a few real-estate websites, you started to browse apartments you liked which were around St. Joseph’s College, but after another moment’s consideration, decided to look for places closer to Columbia University, where you were planning to attend for Law School.

At first, you searched for an apartment with two beds two baths just like you first envisioned, but the prices terrified you. Why was everything in New York so fucking expensive? You could never ask Keanu to spend so much on you, a woman he barely knew. Then again, what would be the right price under those circumstances?

With a sigh, you got up, putting your clothes back on and moving to the balcony to watch the Manhattan lights. What were you thinking by getting in such a weird, messed up situation? You could already foresee that every single step of this would be riddled with uncertainty and self-doubt and you already hated.

You were usually so sure about your own choices. You had been sure that you needed to move away for college and even though you hated leaving your mom and brother behind, you knew it would be the only way to ease the weight of responsibility on your mother. If you stayed, she would insist you dedicated exclusively to school and she would kill herself working two, three jobs to keep your family finances afloat.

From a distance, with only phone calls twice a week, it was easier to pretend you weren’t struggling. It was easier to pretend that you were having the life she always dreamt of for you. The life Keanu was offering you right now.

And when you accepted his proposal, you had been sure too. Thinking about your future and the fact that even though you barely knew him, Keanu made you feel like no other man or boy ever managed.

It wasn’t a coincidence that, even though you knew next to nothing about him, he had been your first. You knew he was the kind of man you wanted, and you didn’t regret your decision. You were just doubting if this was the right way to go about things.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, making you start and giggle, especially when he pressed his cold nose against your neck.

“I could hear you overthinking things as soon as I stepped inside the suite,” Keanu commented, tugging you closer to his body, surrounding you with his heat and you rested against his chest, relaxing in an instant. How was this possible? “If you changed your mind…”

“No,” you sighed, turning in his embrace, your arms coming around his neck, fingers combing through the soft hairs in his nape. “I just…”

“Unsure if it’s the right thing for you?” he asked, and you chuckled because you hated and loved how he could just read your mind.

“Maybe,” you replied as Keanu rested his forehead against yours, letting out his own sigh. “I mostly wondering why you’re doing this.” He pulled back long enough to give you a look, his eyebrow arched in question and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. “I mean, you’re a handsome guy. Smart, educated, very good at…”

“Sex?” he offered with a smirk and you chuckled.

“Well, yes, but that wasn’t really what I was gonna say.” Even if you were thinking it. “My point is, you literally could just ask me or any other woman out and they most likely say yes.”

“Truth is, I’m selfish,” Keanu said with a shrug, his hands trailing softly down your back, rough fingers under your shirt, making goosebumps rise on your skin. “I have very little free time and when I do and I want to spend it with someone, I want their undivided attention. Bills and unfulfilling jobs tend to take their focus away.”

“So, you’ve done this before?” you asked carefully because you’ve been dying to know.

“Does it matter?” he asked, pulling away from you and there was a tension in his shoulders that you hadn’t seen before.

“Yes,” you replied a little more firmly because you needed to know. You needed to know what kind of future could be waiting for you.

“Twice,” Keanu finally replied, stepping closer to the railing and lighting up a cigarette. “First time, she ended it. It wasn’t what she wanted in the long run. She’s married now. With a kid.”

“And the second time?” you prodded, trying to be gentle.

“She wanted more than I could give so I had to end things. For her own good and mine.”

You could tell there was more to it but decided to leave it alone, your curiosity sated for now. Instead, you fitted yourself between his body and the railing, making Keanu smile as he looked at you. His gaze held you with its intensity and you wanted to hide, but also to expose your entire self to him because it made you feel like the only person on Earth and it was such a strange but thrilling feeling.

“It never felt like this, though,” he whispered, leaning closer, filling your nose with the smell of smoke and expensive cologne. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone the way I want you.”

“I want you too,” you assured, arms returning to his neck.

Your mouth found his and for a moment you got lost in the taste of him. Just the touch of his lips upon yours was enough to make your knees feel weak and arousal pool between your legs.

“You should eat first,” Keanu said with a soft smile. “Your burger is getting cold and your milkshake is melting.” You followed him back to the bedroom, surprised to see the takeout bag on top of a bedside table. “The delivery guy was at the reception desk when I got in, so I just brought it with me.”

“Thanks.” You grinned, your belly growling at the smell of the greasy food.

“Where are you going?” Keanu asked when you took a step to the sitting room.

“I’m not gonna eat in bed,” you replied with a snort. You knew how much of a pain in the ass it was to clean up those sheets from grease stains.

Instead, you brought everything to the small dining table in the sitting room, mouth watering as you unpacked your food. You were halfway into your burger when Keanu came in, your laptop in hands.

“Looking for apartments?” he asked, sitting next to you. “Let me see?”

“Sure. Third tab is my favorite so far,” you said licking the excess of ketchup from your fingers before you popped a fry in your mouth and tilted your head to see the screen too.

“It’s a shoebox,” Keanu complained with a displeased noise, moving to the next tab and then the following one and the one after that. “They’re all shoeboxes.”

“I don’t need much,” you shrugged and watched as he altered the search parameters, his brown eyes scanning the options, his forehead slightly creased in concentration. “Fry?”

“I already had dinner,” he said, clicking in one of the adds.

“Ok, but this is French fries,” you pointed out, waving it in front of his gaze. “The best in town.” He chuckled, before snatching it from your fingers with his lips.

“I like this,” he said and the first thing you noticed was the price that nearly made you choke on the mouthful of milkshake. “Don’t worry about prices,” Keanu assured with a smile. “Just tell me if you liked it.”

“Well, obviously,” you sighed, glancing back at the pictures and the wide window panels. “But seriously, Keanu, I’d good with a studio or…” You trailed off when you saw him pull out the real-estate agent information, take out his phone. “It’s almost eleven p.m. Keanu, you can’t just…”

He shushed you, a smirk on his face as he pressed the phone to his ear with one hand, the other traveling up your thigh, making you shiver.

“This is Keanu Reeves.”

His hand moving higher as he spoke to the woman on the other side. You tried to still his wandering fingers when they reached between your legs, but Keanu just gave you a wicked smile, his voice not wavering even the slightly as he started teasing you. You brought a hand to your mouth, trying to muffle your noises as you rocked against his fingers.

You got lost in the sensations, in his teasing and you didn’t even realize he ended his call. Not until Keanu pulled your hand away from your mouth, meeting your lips for a sweet kiss.

“We have an appointment tomorrow at noon. Can you make it?”

“Yeah,” you assured, moving to his lap. “Now, are you gonna fuck me again, sir?”

“Yes,” Keanu replied, smirking. This time when he stood up with you in his arms, you barely made a sound. “Until you can’t sit straight without feeling and remembering me.”

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You tried your best to focus on what the professor was droning on about, but it was hard when every time you shifted in your chair, you could feel the throb in your center, not exactly painful, but definitely making sure you didn’t forget the pounding you got last night and you had to hide your satisfied grin behind a sip of your water so not to drag attention to yourself.

You never thought sex could be quite like that. Sure, Keanu was your first real experience, everything else just awkward fumbling, but even in your inexperience, you could tell that wasn’t just good. It was unbelievably amazing.

Feeling your phone vibrating in your pocket, you reached for it and the sight of Keanu’s name on the screen made your heart speed up. It was just a text message; sending you the address for the apartment complex you’d be visiting and asking if you wanted him to send a car for you. You had no idea why you were acting like this.

With a quick reply, you assured you’d be there and that you could take the subway before you tried to get your attention back to the lecture. This was one of the toughest classes in your course, you knew only 5 percent of the class would get grades higher than B and you planned to be in that percentage.

Once the class was finally over, you put your things away and checked the time to make sure you could pop in your dorm to drop your stuff and change before you met Keanu. You wanted to look nice and maybe a little more… mature? Maybe it was silly of you, but you wanted to make sure to cause a good impression and jeans and a ratty tee wasn’t the ideal way.

So, you exchanged them for one of your favorite sweater dresses, cream-colored and tied around your waist with a ribbon. You always felt the shape complimented your curves, as well as the tone, made the earthy hue of your skin pop up.

“You look hot,” your roommate commented, making you grin. She was hardly your favorite person sometimes, but she did have an amazing taste. “Meeting the boyfriend?”

“Never said I had a boyfriend,” you pointed out as you put on your boots.

“The hickeys told the tale,” she smirked, nodding that the bruise peeking from under the hem of your dress and you blushed, tugging it down. “No shame. Maybe he can get that stick from up your ass.” She called out from over her shoulder as she moved away, taking your charger without asking once again.

“Soon,” you whispered to your mirror self, before picking up your bag and heading out, fidgeting the entire way to Morningside Heights, the neighborhood a distant cry from your own and you felt slightly out of place as you approached the elegant building.

Keanu was waiting for you at the foyer, once again in a suit, this time all black, his hair neatly combed and you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, especially with the way he smiled when he spotted you, his gaze traveling appreciatively down your body before he met your eyes again.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said, letting Keanu pull you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“You’re just in time, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes never leaving you. “We’re ready, Gwen.”

For the first time, you noticed the woman in a crisp pantsuit, her hair pinned back in a neat bun, a fake smile plastered in her face as she looked at you and at the way Keanu was holding you close, his large hand pressed against your hip, warm and possessive.

You matched her smile, daring her to say a word, knowing that she wouldn’t, not in front of Keanu anyway.

This was something you would have to get used to it. The judgmental looks whenever you were anywhere near Keanu. He seemed oblivious to it, but you could just feel eyes following the pair of you as Gwen led the way to the wall of elevators.

The first apartment she showed was one of the studios you had seen originally. Yes, it was small, but the wide windows let plenty of sunshine in; the modern concept kitchen was gorgeous, and the bathroom had plenty of space. You loved it.

“Shoebox,” Keanu whispered in your ear as Gwen droned on and on about the qualities of the place, making you giggle. “Can you show us the other one we talked about?”

“Absolutely,” the woman said, leading the way out, the elevator taking you three to a higher floor in the building.

This one was also amazing and considerably bigger. Two bedrooms, two baths, an open kitchen, the master bathroom was huge, with a tub that looked very inviting and a closet bigger than you knew what to do with.

“What you think?” Keanu asked, leaning against the doorframe, watching as you ran your fingers over the stone countertops.

“It’s amazing,” you told him with a grin, which he returned. “What do you think?”

You followed him as Keanu walked the apartment, analyzing every inch before, turning to look at Gwen.

“You have a penthouse?” The woman stilled for a second, stunned before she checked something on her phone and then looked back at Keanu.

“We do, but it’s already reserved,” she said, her tone apologetic.

“Show us anyway.” And who could resist when Keanu was flashing that charming smile, looking so suave and unflappable?

You watched as flustered Gwen raised a finger asking for a minute and scurried off, phone to her ear, probably talking to her superiors.

“What’s the point of checking an apartment someone else already getting ready to buy?” you asked, coming to stand next to him. The idea of it being the penthouse scared you a little and something told you Keanu knew.

“Just to sate my curiosity,” he said, fingers toying with the edge of your dress. “I like this look on you,” Keanu said, pulling you closer, his hands coming to your ass. “Easy access.”

You giggled and pushed his hands away moments before Gwen returned, her smile wide and you could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes as she led the way to the top floor, the elevator opening to a small hall that had only one door. She unlocked it and let you and Keanu step in first.

Your breath caught in your throat once again. This time due to the ceiling to floor window panels that showed the most gorgeous view of New York. There was a huge terrace and your heart leaped when you noticed you could see Columbia University from up there, closer than you could have hoped for. St. John’s cathedral too.

This apartment wasn’t much bigger than the other one you just visited and had all the same winning features. The biggest difference was the terrace and it was definitely something. You could see yourself having breakfast out there with Keanu when the weather was nice or cuddling at the lounge seat overlooking Manhattan and the Hudson River.

“You loved it, don’t you?” Keanu asked in a throaty chuckle, his arm surrounding you, his lips grazing your cheek, his beard tickling your skin.

“Ok, yes,” you admitted, turning your head to look at him. “But it’s too…” He silenced your words pressing a finger to your lips, his brown eyes shining bright as he looked at you.

“It’s just right. For both of us.” With a final kiss to your cheek, Keanu moved away, meeting Gwen in the living room.

You could protest of course. Insist on the smaller one but Keanu was right. This was perfect, the kind of place you had only dared to think about in dreams. The master bedroom was large enough that you could have a small home office in it and leave the second bedroom exclusively as a guest room. Your mom would die for that kitchen. It was everything you wanted, and Keanu was more than willing to buy it for you.

With much struggle, you turned your back to the view so you could watch Keanu and Gwen talking. There it was again, the flustered look confronted with his smooth ways and you almost felt bad for her. You had no idea what he was saying, but it was enough for the real estate agent to lift her finger once again and scurry off.

“Even if we love it,” you said returning to the living room, but pausing to admire the high windows. “Someone else is already about to buy it.”

“You’d be surprised what the right offer can do,” Keanu replied with a smirk. He shrugged off his blazer and set on the kitchen counter before he moved towards you, his gaze dark with desire.

“Keanu, we can’t…” you warned just as he crowded you against the window, his lips hot against your neck, his hands on your thighs, sneaking under the hem of your dress.

“Why not?”

“This isn’t our place.” Your voice turned a bit high-pitched as he nipped at your skin. “And she can come back at any moment.”

“She’s talking to her boss, who’s gonna talk to their bosses so they can find a compatible, but more affordable place to offer to the other interested part. That will take a while, so we have time.”

His hands moved to the front of your thighs, dipping in between before nudging them apart and you let him. Any resistance you had reduced to shambles when Keanu pressed a wet, sucking kiss to that sensitive point just bellow your ear that always made you soaked in seconds.

You rested your hands on the sun-warmed glass of the window, bending your body just enough so your ass was pressed against his growing erection, making Keanu smirk against your neck as he tugged your dress up, your panties down and dipped two of his fingers inside you and making you moan.

“Today you have to be quiet, sweetheart,” he said, and you could hear the noise of his buttons and belt being undone. “And I don’t have time to prep you like I usually do.”

“I can take it, sir,” you replied, voice shaking as he continued to move his fingers in and out at a fast pace, making pleasure shoot through you like lightning bolts, the surge of arousal and lust igniting your nerves.

“I know,” Keanu whispered against your cheek. “You’re already drenching my hand, your cunt desperate for my cock.”

You didn’t have time to reply nor to feel embarrassed, because he was replacing his fingers with his cock, burying into you till the hilt and muffling your cries by pushing two fingers into your mouth, his other hand positioning your hips so Keanu could better thrust into you.

His pace was punishing and soon you were pressed against the window, his hand coming up to play with your breasts as he fucked you, his grunts and curses tickling your ear, his smell surrounding you as he took you.

If there was any cognitive function left in you, you would be worried about getting caught; about someone from the nearby buildings seeing the two of you, but all you knew was the shattering pleasure spreading from your center to the rest of your body, coiling deep inside you and building like wildfire. You just knew your orgasm would be the kind that left you completely shattered and weak.

“Are you close, sweetheart?” Keanu asked, tone breathless as he ground into you, his thrusts short and angled just right. “I wanna feel you squeezing me tight when I cum inside you.”

You only nodded, bringing his hand from your breasts to your clit and Keanu started rubbing circles, his soft touch a contrast to the way he was taking you, but it worked, because in moments you were whimpering and shaking as the tension coil snapped and you came, gushing and throbbing around him.

“Fuck! I love how tight your cunt gets when you come,” he grunted, his thrusts gaining speed and losing coordination as he fucked with abandon, muffling his own groan with a bite to your shoulder.

His weight pressed you against the window, the glass smudged by your sweat as the two of you caught your breath and, in your case, also recovered the control for your lower limbs.

You were barely aware of Keanu fumbling behind you, slowly pulling his fingers from inside your mouth, wiping the spit the escaped from the corner of your lips and drying them on his pants before, pulling out his softening cock as the same time he brought a handkerchief between your legs, gathering most of the mess the two of you made.

At the sound of steps on the foyer, you hurried to fix your dress, hoping your hair wasn’t too much of a mess as the Gwen returned to the room, taking one look at the two of you and blushing bright red.

She knew. Of course, she knew. It was written on your faces. She could probably smell it in the air.

“The apartment is yours, Mr. Reeves.”

“Perfect,” he said, smiling wide, both hands inside his pockets. “I’ll have my people send all the required documents to your office.”

“Alright,” she nodded, a timid smile in her face. “Would you like some more time to… uh, look?”

You could feel your cheeks flaming as her gaze moved your direction. You quickly looked out the window, avoiding her eyes.

“Please,” Keanu replied with a smirk, and you felt his hand back on your hip. “I’d like the inspect the master bedroom a little more closely.”

“Just drop the keys at the lobby once you’re done,” she said, her eyes knowingly as she walked out of the loft.

Once the door closed, Keanu tugged you into his arms, his mouth seeking yours for a searing kiss.

“I hope you cleared your schedule because I’m planning on fucking you in each and every one of these rooms,” he said against your lips.

“I’m all yours,” you replied with a matching smirk, sucking on his bottom lip just to hear him grunt, his hands tightening over your hips.

“Don’t you forget it.”

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vocalyunho · 4 years

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pairing — Mingi x reader (fem)

genre — angst(?), smut (honestly this has an entire storyline so idek anymore)

word count — 3.9k

warnings — daddy kink, angsty unprotected sex, usage of unrelated objects for sexual purposes.

synopsis — your contract said it clear: ‘any type of romantic relationship with the artists is forbidden’…but what if the feelings are mutual.

When you sent your resume to KQ entertainment, you never knew things would turn out the way they did. Your only intention was to find a job that will pay enough to live decently in an apartment that will make you feel like home. You never asked for feelings and especially towards one of the artists of the company, nor did you ask for these feelings to be returned.

Makeup wasn’t your first and only profession. You studied it along with psychology which was your university department and since the makeup school required only 2 years of attending, you gave it a try on your gap year between high school and university. By your second year of uni, you were already done with makeup and since then you only focused on your studies, but once you graduated from college, psychology didn’t seem as exciting anymore.

This scared you a lot...this department always made you curious, made you wonder how the human mentality works and how the brain gets mixed in all of that and now...it just doesn’t. You knew this was probably a phase, there’s no way you suddenly stopped loving something you always dreamt of doing. So, after a lot of thinking and long conversations with your parents, you decided it’d be okay to do something else for a bit and this is how you ended up applying for the position of a makeup artist in a music company.

When the company accepted you and your last obligation was to accept the contract terms, you clearly read, written in big and bold letters, that “any type of romantic relationship with the artists is forbidden and if existent, it’ll lead to the worker’s dismissal from the position”.

You didn’t mind that at all and like every normal person, you accepted this work that offered not only a good salary, but the chance to work with many people and the freedom to put your imagination and makeup skills to work.

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You’ve been working for the company for 6 months now and every single day feels like a new adventure. You get to travel around the country and sometimes even in other countries and continents too. You get to see many places and how shows work to put out a result that’ll leave the audience in awe. You get to meet so many people, that at this point you don’t even remember the names of half of them, but still all of these make you excited. Even though it’s hard and you rarely have time to rest during the day, when the day’s over you feel like a full person that’s been productive and that’s enough for you.

You don’t work for all the artists of the company, though. Instead, you and 2 other makeup artists, a talented guy and an also very talented girl, are responsible for the members of ATEEZ, a rookie group that consists of 8 young men, all kind of close to your age who have a lot to show and a bright future, for sure. They seem kind and fun to be around and sometimes you talk to them during the makeup sessions, but even if you’re all comfortable around each other, you still keep your distance ,always having in mind the contract.

They’re all friendly apparently, always asking you and your 2 coworkers how you’ve been, if the day has been tiring so far and even if you’ve eaten, which really warms your heart. In the waiting rooms, you all sometimes sit down to eat and talk together and catch up on various things. However, since around the 3rd month of you working there, a particular member has been acting weirdly around you. You tried explaining it by checking how he acts towards your coworkers and, indeed, he doesn’t act the same way. You, also, tried thinking that he’s extremely flirty as a person, but still he’s not like that towards the others and that worried you so much that you tried to keep your distance, especially from him.

When you had to do their makeup for a show, you asked one of the two other artists to do Mingi’s makeup, when you were all hanging out in the waiting room you never sat next to Mingi and even when you were all talking, you never addressed a single word to him. You knew this would seem rude, if he noticed and unfortunately, he did and this is when he started acting more friendly.

He was still flirty in all ways, but he was the one trying to get closer to you after he realised you kept a distance. He would compliment you about every tiny thing you got or changed on you and it surprised you sometimes, because not even your friends see every small change you make on you. He would ask personal questions, to get to know you and sometimes even imply sexual jokes.

His every day behaviour made your heart clench unexplainably and the fact that he was also touchy didn’t help at all. He was never rude or inappropriately touchy. Instead, he was kind and acted like a gentleman with a hint of implication that he’s into you and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were into him as well. His nice behaviour made your heart leap, his body and the way he moves would make your mind go crazy, especially when they were practicing in the waiting room. His deep voice always made you wonder how he’d sound in bed and if he’d be the type to moan or groan...what his favourite position is...and ohmygod is he rough and hard or gentle and soft?

All your questions were answered the night of their 1st win, when you all met in their dorm to celebrate their achievement until everyone got drunk and long story short... you and Mingi ended up fucking in his bedroom with no one noticing it. That night you both didn’t realise anything, you have no idea how you ended up on a chair riding him or how he ate you out afterwards or even how he told you he has a daddy kink...the only thing you know for sure is that since then you haven’t exchanged a single word with Mingi.

No one seems to have noticed it, even if he’s trying to reach out to you every day. At work, he tries to find you alone to talk or even get any type of sign from your gaze, but nothing and when the day is over he, sometimes calls you but you’ve never picked up.

You’re afraid. You broke your contract because of some damn alcohol and...fuck...you like him, you like him a lot, but this is forbidden. You might lose your job if something happens and the rumours, which are more reality than rumours, start going around from ear to ear and mouth to mouth.

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Yesterday was the beginning of the tour and Mingi tried to reach you before and after the show, failing both times because before the show you made sure all the members were around and after the show, you managed to leave without Mingi seeing you. Later that night though, he messaged you instead of calling like any other time.

11:23

from Mingi.

"tomorrow i want us to talk. Stop ignoring me, we're not 5...let's talk things out"

he's right. You're being immature all this time and ignoring him won't lead anywhere...but what does he wanna talk about? oh, that was a good fuck, but don't worry i won't let anyone ever know? our secret is safe? you won't be dismissed by the company?

11:25

to Mingi.

"we have nothing to say...please don't make me any more uncomfortable. It was a mistake and I’m sorry".

11:26

from Mingi.

"no. we have to talk. wait for me after the show. the others will head to a restaurant".

You didn't answer after that. You can't even look at him in the eyes after that night, how are you supposed to talk to him?

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"don't you dare leave after the show, I'll talk to you today want it or not". He's whispering and even if he's trying to act chill because of the staff around, his gaze is burning you. He's mad and his voice is so deep, it sent chills down your spine.

"leave me alone" you whispered back. Who is he to order you? if you don't wanna talk to him, you won't talk to him and that's that.

Everyone is running around now. The show is about to start, the last makeup and outfit checks are done, the members are on their line with their mics in hands ready to greet their beloved fans and the first song plays...

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"good job today too. Thank you everyone for your hard work!!" ATEEZ's manager speaks and all types of "thank you's" can be heard from both the staff and the 8 members. Everyone starts picking up their belongings, the staff put all the equipment on their big bags and the members changed into comfortable clothes to wear on their dinner. You and your colleague are on the makeup room, as the third one just left and you're both about to call it a day too.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N? as we said?"

"yeah! Let's get some nice brunch please...I haven't had a decent brunch for years"

"don't worry, I know a nice place. See ya"

"byee"

Everyone must have left, including Mingi hopefully, because all the lights are off except for the one in the room you're in. The entire day you've been under a hell of a stress...the shows are so chaotic, you have to run around every minute, redoing makeup, fixing it, wiping it off and doing it again...and Mingi...he gave you even more stress with his texts last night but at least he didn't keep his words today. You turned the light off, ready to leave when a sound came from the wardrobe. It was a loud one because the room is all the way down the hall, but you heard it in the makeup room...you know you're not allowed to leave before checking all the rooms, but now you're afraid and everyone has already left.

Taking the heavy bag on your shoulder, you started checking all the rooms one by one ready to use the bag as a weapon if needed, until you reached the wardrobe door. A dim light can be seen from under the door and if you were afraid before, now you're literally shaking. Keeping the bag with a strong hold, you opened the door with a fast move, only to reveal a seated Mingi on one of the couches in the room.

"fuck...what are you doing here? I nearly passed out"

"I told you I wanted to talk...and as I see, you want to"

"no I don't. I was actually leaving just now, hence the bag" you said and turned around to leave, but Mingi got up and pulled you in, closing the door afterwards.

"listen to me now" he's keeping you in front of him with his hands on your shoulders.

"I said I’m leaving" you said, pulling away, but he got a hold of your bag throwing it down across from you.

that’s it.

"listen, I don't know and I don’t care who you think you are, but I want this night totally erased from my mind and yours too. It was a mistake, I know it and no matter how much I liked it, it should've never happened. I won't destroy your career, if you're worried about that and if it's needed I'll even quit this job so-"

"shut up"

"excuse me?!"

"you liked it"

"what are you talking about...I never said that"

"you just did".

He started taking steps towards you and you took some back, the big wooden table of the room stopping you from walking backwards more.

"tell me you liked it, again" he's in front of you seeming taller than he actually is and his face is so close to yours, you have to look all the way up to meet his eyes.

"I didn't, I hated it".

"I'll make you like it, then" he said and crushed his lips on yours, not even hesitating a bit.

You didn't pull away, you really wanted to feel him again and now that you are, it feels like you needed it. He picked you up, making you sit on the table behind you and now you're on the same height, completely facing him.

“Your lip glosses always taste so good”, he breathed out and bit your lip, eagerly sliding his tongue inside you, as you opened up the slightest bit. He played around for a bit and when he grasped your thigh, you let a desperate moan fill his mouth at which he grabbed your throat and parted your lips.

"have you been thinking about me since that night?"

"y-yes" you looked anywhere, but his eyes.

"look at me...yes what" he growled, his hand around your throat turning you on more and more.

"yes, daddy"

"that's the good girl I know" he said and attacked your neck, his kisses trailing down from your ear to the valley between your breasts. Your eyes fell shut and his hand left your throat and barely lifted your skirt to cup your centre, but you instantly grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"I want you inside me, not your hand”.

"whatever my babygirl wants, she gets".

He unbuckled his belt, while sucking on your collarbone and let his jeans and underwear fall down. Your hand grabbed his dick, stroking him slowly and he let his head fall on your shoulder.

“fuck, baby”

“mm, do you like that?”

“more than you can imagine”.

He’s breathing heavily as you pull you skirt up and move closer to the edge of the table, hoping he gets the hint.

“so impatient” he half whispers half chuckles on your shoulder.

“please, Mingi”.

He pushes your legs wider apart and touches his forehead against yours.

“babygirl” he gives a peck on your lips and the burn on your stomach only gets stronger by the words he uses mixed with his deep voice “I’m about to fuck you raw now, will you take it for me?”

“yes...daddy”

He pushed you down, making you lie on top of the table as he pumped himself and his free hand moved your panties to the side. He shoved himself into you fast, bottoming out with a smooth motion and letting a groan leave his lips. Your breath got caught in your throat as he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them down on each side of your body.

He starts to move, pulling only halfway out before snapping his hips against yours again. His pace is fast and his thrusts hard enough to make your eyes roll on the back of your head. Incoherent syllables and whines are making their way out of your lips, getting mixed with the feeling between your legs.

Your submission to the pleasure gets bigger and bigger with each powerful thrust of Mingi’s dick inside you and you’re so tight around him, you can feel every ridge of his cock getting dragged along your walls.

“fuck, I don’t remember you being so tight”

“h-harder”

He lets your wrists and digs his fingers into your sides, holding onto them for dear life as he’s pounding into you mercilessly. His grunts and your soon-to-be screams are filling the, otherwise, silent room and if the lighting wasn’t so dim, you’d be able to see his face clearer and admire every single fucked out feature of his, like he’s the most beautiful painting in a museum or the most meaningful song on a vinyl, but you can’t.

“tell daddy how good his cock’s fucking you, baby”

“you-you’re fucking me s-so well so well-AH”

He’s pumping in and out of you harder and choked out screams have taken the place of your whines. His hand flies to your clit and just then you realise how sensitive you are...just his touch made your legs and lower torso tremble uncontrollably, the bundle of nerves is going crazy under his fingers and the filling of your pussy is over the edge now.

“ffffuuuck me- I’m gonna co-come-“ you hold his wrist on your clit as your back arches from the table and you come all over him, all around his length still inside you, fucking your juices back in. Your voice comes out in choked out screams and meowls while your eyes roll back and your body shakes under him.

“that’s it baby, that’s it” he’s pounding, not slowing down a bit and when you feel him twitch, you unconsciously use his own weapon to get him to his climax faster.

“come inside me, daddy”

With a single thrust and a number of curses falling from his lips, he’s come all inside you and before even finishing, he pulls out, his dick still twitching as white spurts of liquid eject from his tip.

“ffuuuck- you little brat-“ his breathing is quick and loud, but his voice so desperate.

“you like that...a lot hmm?” you’re still trying to catch your breath, but he’s not having it.

“If you hadn’t called me that, I wouldn’t have come yet...I’d still be fucking you, but you’re an impatient little brat” his eyes are dark.

“Fuck me more, then” your voice is playful as he positions himself in front of your hole again.

“but not with your dick daddy, I wanna try something else” you say, turning your head to the mics on the table and he does the same with a smirk painted on his lips. You know which one is his and you grab it as he moves quickly to his backpack, after pulling up his jeans a little, and returns with a condom in hand.

He took the mic from your hands and slid the condom onto it and your hand flew to his fully erected dick again that’s chasing after a second orgasm.

You can still feel your pussy throbbing and the juices spilling out and wetting your thighs, but the thought of him fucking you with his mic after his member was in you gets you excited like never before.

He comes as close as possible with the mic in his hand and lifts your leg to place it on the table as you do the same with the other, spreading them as much as possible for him to have the greatest view.

“oof, baby is wetter than before” he says touching your core with his fingers to test your wetness.

“do you want me to fuck you with my mic?”

“yes” you say stroking him slowly and steadily, earning a long sigh from him.

“beg for it, then”

He’s not in a position to make you beg, not with your hand on his cock but you do it anyways, not to hurt his pride.

“Mingi please, just do it”

“...”

“please Mingi, fuck me good with it”

“you forget a little something”

“please, daddy”

“that’s right” he pins your right leg down and slowly pushes the head of the mic into you. Your breathing hitches and when all of the head is inside you, you realise that the width difference between it and his dick isn’t that big, it’s pretty much the same. Your own hand starts pumping him faster, letting the squeaky sounds of his and your juices on his cock echo in the room. He slowly pulls the mic out all the way, just to push it halfway in again. He’s being gentle and slow, he’s probably never done something like this before, so that’s why he’s so careful. You hum biting your lip instinctively and he notices, bringing his head closer to yours.

“let me hear every single one of your sounds” he says and pushes it in fast, drawing a breathy moan from your lips.

“fuck” the feeling of it isn’t much different from a regular member with a condom on and you’re glad about that. He hisses at the feeling between his legs and now that he’s closer you can see his pretty features with his eyebrows furrowed and his teeth showing in an attempt not to be too loud.

His left hand grabs your nape, connecting your lips and as his lips are against yours, he starts moving the mic faster.

“ah,ah” you breathe against him and he bites your lip, preventing you from pulling away, just to earn a good amount of choked up moans in his mouth. His dick twitches between your fingers and you can feel the veins on it pulsating, signalising he’s close once again.

The overstimulation doesn’t let you keep up long enough and your legs have already started trembling.

“I’m gonna come again” you cry out breaking the kiss and feeling your walls clench around the mic.

“do it”, he says and pushes the mic faster in and out, letting the wet sounds get mixed with your panting and you come for the second time this night. Your cries and his groans fill your ears and your hand keeping you up feels weaker than ever before. He lets go off your neck focusing on the sensation on his member as louder throaty grunts take place until a single harder press on his cock takes him to the edge. He comes in quick, hot spurts and you position him downwards to prevent it from staining both your clothes.

After he’s done you let go of him and plop down on the table trying to bring your breathing back to normal. He pulls the microphone out and takes a minute to fix himself up a little and admire the wet condom. When he’s done, he takes it off and walks away, still breathing heavily. Your chest is rising and falling fast and your eyes are closed, when he speaks...

“you know I can lose my job too, right?” his back is facing you as he’s searching for something in his backpack.

“what?” you lift your head.

“of course...my contract doesn’t allow me to form romantic relationships with coworkers either”.

“and why are you doing all of this?” you say sitting up.

“because I like you...and no I’ve never done this with any other staff member before, I’m not like that” he’s looking at you now.

“we can’t keep doing that, Mingi. It’s risky and forbidden”

“but...”, he says, walking back to you with tissues in both hands.

“BUT if someone...ANYONE knows about this, we’re both done...we’ll be gone, Mingi and I can’t risk you losing your job. You have 7 other people who need you to keep moving forward, to make the team’s dream come true...you can’t let them or your own dream down because of some damn hormones”

“do you like me, Y/N?” he’s speaking softly, looking down as you help him wipe all the unnecessary liquids from your thighs and centre.

“...I do...”

“then, please, wait for me...”

“what if it doesn’t work out, Mingi?”

“we can still try”

“I don’t know...”

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez mingi #mingi smut #mingi angst #this has an entire plot im sorry if its tiring but i love plots #kpop scenarios #kpop fics

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monochromemedic · 3 years

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“Get the hell away from me you freak-” the man’s exclamation was cut short as a wet force shot into his legs, his body slamming against the pavement with a loud thud. A direct slime bullet shot, and the last of the gang was contained within their gooey prisons. I sighed in relief, lowering my arm. ‘I should quip, that’s what all the good heroes do right?’ “You kiss your mother with that mouth?” I said softly before realizing that no one, not even the gathering crowd could hear that. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?!” I repeated before realizing how weak that was. Baby steps... just needed to not show my face around here for a week so they’d all forget how much I fucked up. I rubbed my neck, fingers gliding along the cryo collar as it released a blast of cold air, waves of relief flooding my body. The crowd erupted in clapping, something that startled me back to the situation at hand. A small rising gang had been causing havoc over the city, something larger heroes would only keep their eyes on before attempting to resolve. They were there to help with big tasks, real villains or aliens, something that would cause real devastation. It made sense but that didn’t mean that some real low lives could sneak under the radar and cause some damage as long as they spaced what they were doing enough or kept it the damage to a minimum. The Graveyard Gang was playing with that line and it was obvious that if it wasn’t stopped some hero would have to come down and take them out themselves. If not for me. I raised a hand sheepishly, waddling to the side of the street to meet the crowd that formed around me. “Hey... hello. Did someone call the police already? Is everyone ok?” My words were met by the sound of sirens drawing near, a large news van trailing not too far behind. A frantic woman nearly rolled out of the van, mic at the ready as she bolted through the crowd, ushering a small man lugging a camera to follow her. “Hi, hello, out of the way, Channel 9 news. Hi, I’m Sandra Stevens of Channel 9 news would you mind giving an interview about the heroic deed you just committed?” Her words were fast and rehearsed, like she had either done this a million times or dreamt about doing it so much, the words burned into her brain. Her mic was pushed into my face, knocking against my chin and drawing a thin strand of goo onto the mic. The woman didn’t seem to notice however, her eyes laser focused on me. “I... I su-sure. I’m just not very good on camera-” “Don’t worry honey, editors make everyone look good. Cameron! Start rolling, everyone please clear the place we need a nice shot of...what do you call yourself, Miss?” “G...Grey Matter.” “Grey.” she repeated, a eyebrow raised in silent judgement. “Well Grey Matter, hope you’re ready for your 5 minutes of fame because we’re rolling.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My fingers ran across the laptop keys, restarting the video again for the 11th time in a row. I couldn’t stop, my first interview, my first well known appearance as a hero. And the interview was... terrible. The comments didn’t say that but I couldn’t help but notice how nervous I looked, how much I stared into the camera at times, the way I showed my powers and how one guy said it was like a bad hentai. I knew that but god when others said that made everything feel ten times worse. However other commenters were nice, saying how cool I looked, how good it was to see another hero on the streets, taking care of baddies that the others didn’t get. I felt like my ego was a metronome switching from feeling like a god to feeling like a dumbass. I readied my finger to press the replay button as the video neared the end when a knock came to my door. Strange, I didn’t expect anyone, and not many people knew where I lived. Maybe it was a neighbor coming to congratulate me? Not like I could easily disguise myself and not many other people had the consistency of tar. I slid my pants on and walked to the door, opening it to a face almost 3 inches away from mine. “Hello-” I jumped back, arms raising and balling like huge slings, ready to attack only for them to deflate and fall to my waist as I realized who it was. “You really do stretch! It’s like you’re one big sticky hand toy. Neat, Neat...” Plastic Man commented, his neck extended to look at me further. “Mind if I come in? I’d like to talk.” “I... Y-yes of course Mr... Mr. Plastic Man I... Um.” I could feel myself beginning to melt as I went to close the door behind him, gesturing to my messy house before him. He towered over everything easily, walking past my fridge and ducking to get into my living room to observe more of the house, making eye contact with the laptop. He smiled widely to himself before shifting his eyes back at me. “Please, Mr. Plastic Man was my father, just call me Plas. And I assume you know about me from the way your fangirling?” “I... yes of course you’re an inspiration to me ever since I became like this. The way you quickly maneuver and creatively problem solve with an air of ease is inspiring. Not to mention the way your so cheerful with the public, it puts alot of people at ease, I...starting researching you because we have such similar powers.. not in a weird way just, how you do things.” I rambled trying to literally hold myself together as I felt my body begin to dribble to the floor. “I’m sorry can you excuse me-” “Go ahead, you need... help there?” He asked as I sped past him to my room, grabbing the collar and placing it around my neck. In an instant it came to life, a release of cold air wafting over my body. I returned to the living room, head craning to look at the tall hero. “No thank you, I’m alright. Sometimes when I get nervous or overheated I start to lose my form. The cold from the collar helps me keep me together.” He lowered his head, neck stretching once again to look closer at the device. “I get that, hell sometimes on summer days I gotta put myself in a freezer and become a Plas Pop or else I nearly melt down the storm drain. That’s just another thing we have in common I guess. And that’s what I came here to talk to you about.” I swallowed hard, his hand gesturing to the opened interview on the laptop. “Everyone’s been talking about the girl who took down the Graveyard Gang and word gets around fast. So fast that even I got word of it almost as soon as it aired. Boy was I surprised when I saw you on camera, showing of a little of what you could do. Another stretcher like me! And one who’s new to the game, a fresh face. It got me thinking.” He paused, crossing his arms as he glanced towards the ground. “Things have been quite in the League, least for ol’ Plas. Much as I love my job and helping the universe, seems like I’m always backup number 54 on the list of who to call when the world’s gonna end. Which isn’t bad but it leaves a guy with alot of time on his rubber hands. So I was thinking maybe I should give the whole mentor thing a shot, take someone under my wing. Just haven’t got the chance to meet someone I could actually teach anything to, till I saw your little stunt. So what do you say? Willing to make what the Batman described as ‘A horrible decision that no one would agree to’?” This was crazy. A proposal like this? And so soon? Learning under one of the League, one of the bests? “Yes, I’d be honored to be mentored by you Plastic Man- er... P-plas. I hope I don’t disappoint you, um... you know I can’t shapeshift like you right. I can’t turn into lions or trucks... I... I can’t do alot of those things actually, just basic stretching and modifications.” “Hm? Oh well that’s ok, besides I didn’t expect you to be exactly like me, that’d just be crazy thoughts. Also that’d make you my son, and that’s just weird. You got something else that I don’t have, you got that goo shot. I can’t shoot bullets of myself at people and you said you can set up traps and knock people out in a hail of slime. That’s kick ass, we just gotta embrace that side of you and you’ll be up there with Superman at the table, talking about what multiverse crisis was your favorite.” He grinned, lowering himself to my level and wrapping an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close against his body. I felt my face grow warm as I looked away from him, my chest pounding despite the lack of heart in my breast. Now he was touching me? Telling me how cool I was? I felt myself begin to drip again, knees beginning to buckle. “Y-you really think so?” “I know so. You got spunk kid, we just gotta polish you up and you’ll be golden, Pony Boy.” The force of his palm hitting my back sent me jolting forward, his shadow looming over me. “How about you meet me outside of your place, tomorrow. 1pm. We’ll assess your abilities and work from there. Sound good? Too bad, crime never waits. I’ll see you there.” And with surprising grace he dipped out of my apartment, leaving me like it was just a frantic dream. If it wasn’t for the sting from his palm I’d assume I was merely daydreaming, but it was real. Plastic Man and me, working together. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Come on, haven’t you ever seen Spider-Man. Leap of faith!” “I don’t know if you’re legally allowed to reference that...” I muttered, eyeing the large gap between buildings before staring back at Plas. “I haven’t really done much uh... traversal practice. What if I fall and hit the ground I... I mean I don’t think I can die like that but-” “I won’t let you fall, I promise you. I’d be a real bad trainer if the first person I mentored became a permanent stain on 4th street. You got this!” Plastic Man grinned widely, flashing a thumbs up and stepping back. His words echoed in my head, as I stepped back a few feet, already making my plan as I dragged a line of slick slime in front of me. ‘I’ll run forward, using the slime to propel me even further to close the gap. Then when I get as far as I can, I’ll stretch my arms out, attach to the building and slingshot my way up to the roof.’ I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, waiting until every last bit of air left my lungs. And then I ran. My feet slid against the slime trail like a skater on the ice as I raced towards the edge. Before I could even attempt to jump, I hit the edge, my body fling more downward then I expected. I felt the air leave my lungs, my head snapping up towards the roof top I was aiming for and snapped my arm forward, splatting against the brick a few feet down. Damn it, Damn it, I got this. I got this. I felt the tension build in my arms, threatening to snap under the pressure. Just when I thought it was going to be too much, it released. And I found myself ascending just as fast I was falling. Up against the building. A wave of pain shot through my body as I was bashed against the wall, slowly feeling the way my body spread and slowly began to peel away from the window. Just as I felt the last few strand of myself start to detach, I felt a warmth wrap around my body, lifting me up to the roof of the building. “Hey you good? I never saw anyone but me rubber band that hard into a building before.” I tried to nod my head, wheezing and groaning as I laid on my back, staring up at the titan of a man before me. “I’m ok... just the wind got knocked out.” “Mm, yeah I’m not surprised. I mean if anything I guess we found out that a fall from here would be a-ok. Painful but... if you can survive going mach one into a building a fall should be no sweat.” He stretched his arms and sat down beside me, hands forming something just out of my range of vision to mess with. “Take your time, and we can try again. Maybe something with less of a gap to fall down.” I closed my eyes, a sickening knot forming in my stomach. I fucked up the jump, and fucked it up bad. Was he disappointed? Rethinking his decision to choose me? He had been teaching me for 2 weeks now, and I couldn’t help but think that I wasn’t enough by the way he’d sometimes look away, seem upset, maybe wanting to be anywhere else but here. My body slumped forward, lingering pain in my core. “Plastic Man?” His head cocked to the side, eyes unidentifiable behind his goggles. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what he thought of me. The words caught in my throat, my fear too great to hear the truth. I didn’t want to seem too pitiful, too... “I’ll try better next time.” “That’s what I like to hear.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “GM what were you thinking?! You know you can’t handle that kinda heat, why did you head into a burning building?! No one was in there! Everyone was safe!” I ducked my head away from Plas’ rage, watching the soot swirl around the remains of my arm. I was hurt bad, nearly melted and burned in a raging fire me and Plas tried to contain. But I was careless, eager to please a man I thought was losing interest in me. Despite the fact the building was clear I thought if I could help put out the fire before the firefighters came he would praise my boldness. But I only ended up making a fool of myself, having to had Plas rush into the building and collect me himself. He didn’t fair well himself, parts of him still goopy from harsh heat damage. “Look at me when I’m talking to you! Why did you do that.” His eyes were angry, his usual smile twisted into a disappointed frown. “I wanted to impress you-” “Impress me?! Yeah your new power to turn into a corpse was real freaking impressive Jenna. Why the hell are you trying to impress me like that-” “Because I don’t think I’m good enough to be taught by you!” I exclaimed, shocked by how I raised my voice at him. “I... I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to... I just... I feel like ever since you started to mentor me I haven’t been good enough. I’ve always been messing up and-and I feel like if I don’t do anything to impress you, you’ll just abandon me and I’ll fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I-I look up to you so much, and I feel like it’s such a privilege that you chose me I... I feel like it’s a mistake. And so I’m just waiting for you to realize that and I feel like you’re catching on so I had to do something to make sure that you didn’t fuck up with your choice.” Plas’ face immediately dropped, a look of concern replacing his scold. “Christ... I gave you Imposter Syndrome. Is this what the other people with sidekicks have to deal with... Woozy was never like this. Er...well, no he was he just didn’t have powers.” He bit his bottom lip, and sighed, inching to take a seat beside me. “I’m not good at this teaching stuff, I don’t know if you noticed. So if I made you feel like you weren’t impressing me, I swear it isn’t true. I remember when I was first getting the hang of being a hero. I was dog shit. The amount of times I did somethings stupid or tried to impress others without knowing what I was doing myself, god... and when I was part of the league? The first month was a hell, I didn’t get anything done. I still mess up, I just make it seem like I don’t cause I play it off. We all screw up, even Superman. I would know, I was there for a couple of those times, etched em right into my head.” He glanced away, tapping the side of his head where the words ‘Pantsing Incident of 05’ appeared. “Point is we all started somewhere and we were all ass at it. You think Flash got the hang of dodging every car while he ran down the road? No, it was just that no one remembers those times cause he’s too busy kicking ass now adays that no one cares that one time he ate asphalt. No one accept me who uses it to blackmail him occasionally because I’m petty and like to knock him down a peg every once in a while. You’re doing great.” I could feel the tears dripping down my face as he spoke, using my palm to desperately hide my emotions from him. His arm wrapped around my shoulder in a cautious, yet caring touch. “Can we just not... run into burning buildings next time we’re trying to prove something? I might not be able to get you out next time.” “Yeah, of course sir. Thank you, for believing in me, after I did that, and that you believed me in the first place.”

#self ship: plas #have my scraps

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anthonyed · 5 years

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soulmate au: the most important thing your soulmate says to you is written on you

It’s a fairy tale concept was what Howard always said. His mother never encouraged him but she didn’t exactly stop him either like her husband. Jarvis on the other hand, only had nice things to say about it.

Ana and him were the kind of people Tony drifted off to sleep thinking about.

He had a delicate cursive circling around his wrist spelling out Ana’s wedding vows and she had his.

Tony wished he would have something akin when he finds his as well.

Until actual letters burned into the stretch of skin overlying his right hipbone one day and when he finally stripped out of the armour to look, it spelled an awful comment that made him reconsider Howard’s opinion – which was absolutely not a path to take – about soulmates, so he yanked his shirt down and forced himself to forget.

He carried nuke through the wormhole. He breathed nothing but space for a minute. When he opened his eyes again, he was looking into his soulmate’s.

Tony watched the bike take off, with it, the obnoxious vroom of its ancient engine. His right hip tingled, aching for contact and he pushed his shades up his nose bridge and jumped into the driver’s seat.

He’s 100% sure Steve Rogers had no idea what they meant to each other.

It’s what spurred him to carry on. The lack of the burden perhaps – thinking what his soulmate didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him – because Tony knew, if Rogers had something of Tony’s tattooed on him, he would rip the skin off rather than accept it.

Rogers hated him that much.

The words on his skin were burning testament for that.

When SHIELD went down and Rogers with it, he had to physically lock himself in the workshop – overriding his own commands – so he’ll never go find him. Rogers would rather die than have Tony as his soulmate.

Might as well, give him no additional reasons for not recovering, is what he told himself.

And he lived with struggles. Peppers’ knowing eyes turning into lingering gaze of disappointment and blazing anger. Tony took cover from it all.

He knew she knew. She’s too smart after all.

But she wouldn’t get it. Not when her own wrist glimmer with Happy’s Miss Potts inside and made her smile even during her worse days.

So when one day JARVIS alerted him to Rogers’ presence in the penthouse, he buried all his nerves, yanked harder at his shirt and went to see what he wanted.

Rogers had Romanoff and Hill flanking him. A picture of complete authority and for a second it felt like Captain America was there to arrest Tony.

Except when they spoke, it was bargaining – a discussion about business, something about forming Avengers away from the clasp of SHIELD.

“We’ll operate independently,” Hill proposed meticulously. Romanoff was stiff as a board in her seat, despite however hard she faked to lounge comfortably.

Tony looked at Rogers. Who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.

Yet another part of him ached and he braved on; with his dashing camera ready smile, he said, sure. “Whatever Cap wants.” Because apparently, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was a sentimentalist at best. And the young Tony within him, the one who dreamt of his soulmate every night wishing they’d get married and live happily ever after like Ana and Jarvis one day, he loved Steve.

That’s how the Avengers moved into his tower. That’s how many memories were made. That’s how Ultron happened. And that’s how Tony got his heart broken.

Again.

All that. Made him bitter.

He agreed to sign the Accords because he cannot trust himself anymore.

Steve on the other hand –

He refused to compromise where he cannot and he stood tall in Leipzig, flying away in stolen Quinjet with his old buddy Bucky while his own soulmate, Tony dropped beside a fallen Rhodey – unconscious head on his lap and Tony wondered with horror what were these all worth.

So he tried to amend.

He tried trusting Steve instead but that ended with a shield embedded into his arc reactor.

Civil war. Was what they dubbed the great break up.

Tony personally liked the ring of, ‘the end.’

And he moved on.

Until Banner dropped from the sky – literally – and ruined it all.

“Call him.” He urged.

Tony wanted to bite his tongue and swallow it than press that button.

But he did. Even if the sound of Rogers voice after two years made the soulmark burn hot on his skin, he did.

He swallowed. Opened his mouth, and swallowed again when nothing came out. Banner looked at him like he’d grown a tail so he thrusted the phone into his hand and watched as the roof of the New York sanctum flew away.

He didn’t think he was going to die when he hopped into the donut shaped alien space ship.

He didn’t think he was going to survive either.

He only had one thing in his mind. And that was to save Earth and the humanity with it.

Even when Thanos threw a moon at his face, he fought on.

For humanity.

For earth.

Even adrift in space, he fought on.

Until his body gave out on him and light glowed brighter than the sun in front of him.

For a second, he truly believed that was it.

But fate had another plan for him as she landed him in front of his soulmate.

The mate who hated him - except Rogers looked anything but like he did, running towards him.

“Tony, we lost.” He said when Tony told him about Pete – his heart hurting in his chest. An agony not meant to die down anytime soon.

“Tony, I need you to focus.” He demanded when Tony, with his aching bones and even more aching heart brushed away Steve’s ‘pressing’ questions of Thanos’ whereabout.

Something in Tony snapped.

“And I needed you.” He spat.

What left of his body thrumming in hurt as he lashed at the man in front of him. “I got nothing for you, Cap. I got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options, zero, zip, nada.”

“No trust.”

“Liar.”

The anger within him shrivelled when Steve came to find him later. Arc reactor in his hand as he sat on the edge of Tony’s bed in silence.

Tony thought over and over how much he hated Steve. But he knew he was wrong.

It was hurt speaking. It was resentment filling the void in him where Steve supposed to belong. The burn of his soulmark reminding him of rejection and pain continuously.

So much pain.

“Did you know?” Steve asked after sometime. The unexpected question attracting Tony’s attention to him. And despite the lack of context, Tony knew what Steve was asking about.

In his mind however, he’s back in Siberia again.

The tape of Maria being choked to death stopped playing and he’s asking Rogers the exact question. “Did you know?”

And what a twist it was.

Steve knew back then and now, Tony too.

But he got nothing to lose after everything. He lost half of the universe. He failed to stop Thanos.

He lost Pete.

So he removed the layers of blankets from his right side, shifted the robe, lifted the shirt up and he watched as Rogers swallowed thickly, fingers fisting around the sharp edges of Tony’s arc reactor;

I know guys with none of that and worth ten of you

Moments later, Rogers stood up, lifted the shirt up his left hip and showed;

Liar

Bold and black in all capitals which stabbed right through the remaining wall of Tony’s heart.

Five years later, when Tony snapped Thanos and his army into dusts, he proved Steve’s words on his skin wrong.

When Steve resuscitated Tony, did everything it took to bring him back to life and nurse him back to full health, he proved Tony’s word on his hip false.

Tony Stark is worth the universe and Steve Rogers can keep his words; to be there for Tony, to face life and death together.

#i'm hoping the keep reading line works because this is a long ass post #soulmate au #stevetony #stony

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maxineswritingcenter · 4 years

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Dean Ending

The cold concrete floor woke (Y/N) Up. She groaned and pushed herself up.

"Where the hell...?" She coughed from her sore throat. She looked around and sat up.

"Guys!" She called and stumbled to her feet, "Dean! Sam!" She made her way towards the door in the corner of the room. She opened it and winced. Compared to the dark room she woke up in, the hallway was bright white. On the ground at her feet was a cell phone. She picked it up and turned the screen on. The lock screen was the Impala. This was definitely Dean's phone, but where was Dean? She gripped tightly on the phone and walked down the hall. She walked. And walked. And walked. It felt like she had been walking forever when something disturbing came up. Blood. Lots of blood. It was splattered on the walls and even the ceiling. As she walked further the white hallway was becoming redder and redder.

"Dean!" She called again, panic was creeping into her mind. Her walk became faster until she heard struggling coming from the end of the hall, if this hall even ended. She took off, running as fast as she could, the blood on the floor was sticking to her boots, like it was trying to keep her there.

In the distance she saw a door, what she assumed was the source for the increasing noise. She made it to the door and grabbed the knob, but it was burning hot. She pulled her hand away, watching the blisters form on her palm. She gritted her teeth against the pain. The noise coming from the room had stopped, which made panic go to fear. She had to get inside. She took a few steps back, the ran full force into the door with her shoulder. The thing barely budged. She leaned against the door. She could hear Dean just barely, he was begging.

"I won't do it. Please don't make me do this." He said.

"Dean, you must. I know it's what you want. What we want." (Y/N)'s blood boiled when she recognized that familiar voice of the darkness, Amara. She slammed into the door again, making a crack in the frame. Amara was in there with Dean, if he couldn't hurt her, she would. He needed her help, and she would be damned if she let Amara stick her hooks in again.

She slammed into the door repeatedly, she could feel her arm getting bloody and bruised but none of that mattered. She just kept going, one after the other. With a shout and a final shove, she broke through. She panted and looked around. Dean was kneeling on the floor, the mark of Cain was back on his arm, glowing bright red. The first blade gripped tightly in his hand. His whole body shook. He looked up at her, he was covered in blood and grime. And he looked so scared.

Amara came up behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. How she was back, she didn't know. But there she was, back to her old tricks.

"How lovely of you to join us. I have just told Dean about his final victim." She narrowed her eyes, "You."

(Y/N) shook her head, "No. Dean would never hurt me."

"Oh but he has, hasn't he?" She said, coming around to face (Y/N) directly, "With the Mark, with me, he left you for dead." She was talking about how Dean had left her alone in a fight with a werewolf. If it wasn't for Sam coming in, she would have died or worse, been turned.

"That wasn't his fault, it was yours. You're the reason anything has happened in our lives. You tempted Lucifer, then tempted Cain, and now Dean. Those last two didn't have someone like me. Someone who isn't afraid to take you down with my bare hands. Because I'm not going to let you hurt him anymore."

Amara only smirked, looking back at Dean, "Kill her." Dean didn't flinch, he stayed in his spot.

"Dean. Kill her." Amara repeated. When he still didn't move, she sighed raising her hand. And with an invisible force, the first blade was ripped from his hand.

"Looks like your use has run out. Such a shame. Ruining this pretty face." Amara walked behind him and lifted the blade up.

"NO!" (Y/N) screamed, reaching out.

"Hey." Dean said, sitting on the side of the bed, "Can you hear us?" She didn't respond, just shook her head.

"No... No..." She mumbled.

"We're here. It's okay now." Sam said calmly.

"No!" She shouted, sitting up, eyes wide. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Dean!" She threw her arms around his neck, crying into his neck. Dean felt like the air hand been sucked out of his lungs and his heart skip a beat. It was him... He was her soulmate.

"I couldn't stop her, I'm so sorry." She sobbed, gripping onto his shirt. Dean didn't look at Sam, he didn't want to see the look on his face. He relaxed a little, placing his hands on her back and rubbed softly.

"It's alright, everything's alright." He said softly.

After Sam explained the whole soulmate thing, it left (Y/N) with more questions than answers. Most importantly why Dean hadn't looked at her or Sam since she woke up. She had taken a shower to get cleaned up and process the whole thing. Dean was... Her soulmate. Dean, the Dean. Goofy, charming, flirty Dean. But he was also brave, smart, and heroic Dean. And she would be lying to herself if she never noticed the butterflies in her stomach when he touched her or brought her little gifts. Like the gummy bears. She smiled as she got dressed in some new clothes. Including one of Dean's flannels she had "borrowed" a long time ago. She wanted to be with him, more than anything in the world. Whether it was destiny or not. She loved him because he was selfless and brave and cared about his family.

Love? She couldn't believe she had thought about love so quickly, but it felt right. After she braided her hair, she grabbed the door knob to the bathroom door but stopped.

"Dean, really, I'm not upset." Sam said.

"Don't give me that crap. I know that face." Dean said, "You're mad that it was me and not you. Hell, so am I."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. What did he mean? She leaned against the door, ear pressed to the wood.

"I mean that I'm not good for her. She almost got killed because of me. I left her to be eaten alive. She doesn't want anything to do with me. She shouldn't." Dean must have got something because there was a thud after he said that.

"That's not true either. I mean yeah, what happened was bad but that wasn't you. That was the mark, that was Amara. I saw how she looked at you. She was literally ten seconds from death and she looked... She looked happy with you. That she could die right there, knowing that we stopped the monster, that you stopped it." There was a pause, then she heard the front door shut. She figured it was safe to open the door. Sam was sitting on one of the beds. When she stepped out, he stood up quickly.

"Uh, hey." He smiled, "How are you feeling?"

"Better, not like I'm dying. But uh... Still a lot of things..." She sighed.

Sam nodded, "Yeah I get that."

She decided to address him before, Dean. "Sam, I had no idea how you felt-"

He held up a hand, "Don't. It's okay."

(Y/N) placed a hand on his arm, "If it's any consolation, the page from the Book told me something. Well it was more of a feeling, really." She looked up at him and smiled, "She's still out there, Sam." He nodded.

"Thanks." He nodded towards the door, "I would hurry and catch him before he takes off." She gave his arm a quick squeeze and hurried out the door.

Dean was still in the parking lot. His hands were on the wheel, his forehead resting against them. She took a deep breath and walked out to the Impala, opening the passenger door and sitting. He didn't look up until she closed the door. He looked in her direction, but not at her.

"I don't even know how you can look at me right now." He said, leaning back in his seat.

"Probably a little easier if you actually looked at me." She leaned forward to try and catch his eye line, but he looked away again.

"I can't." He whispered, gripping onto the wheel.

"Why?"

"Because of what I've done to you. What I've said to you. I left you for dead and I didn't care what happened to you. You should hate me. Soulmate or not." The last part came out shaky, like saying it was wrong.

She shook her head, "If that dream I had told me anything... It's that Amara caused all of that. Before she came in the picture you wouldn't have dreamt of leaving me behind. Or hurting me. It was all her fault."

"What if it wasn't-" he began but she cut him off and put a hand on his shoulder.

"But it was! You're Dean Winchester. The man I've looked up to for years. I've known you through monsters, and demons and angels, and darkness. I know who you are." She said the last part softly, "I know what I'm doing. Soulmate or not... It's always been you." Dean seemed to relax, but his jaw was still clenched.

"Tell you what," she tried to brighten the mood, "It's only seven. And I'm told that diner in town has the best and greasiest burgers this side of the Mississippi. What do you say we go to dinner. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work." He stayed silent. She almost expected this. Dean was the most stubborn man on the planet. Maybe the universe. She sighed and put her hand on the door. The jingle of the Impala keys brought her face back to Dean. He was looking at her, he looked so scared and vulnerable, but he still gave her that smirk of his.

"They got pie at this diner?" He asked. She chuckled and shook her head at him.

"I do believe." She said.

"Well, buckle up, sweetheart. You're in for a ride." He turned the impala on, the familiar putter and hum made her feel so at home.

They had made it to the diner, gone inside, found a little booth, and ordered. There was a comfortable silence between the two. (Y/N) kind of just stared at him as he looked at the dessert menu. He looked up at her and cleared his throat.

"Look uh, just because of the soulmate thing, that doesn't mean anything has really changed, right?" He let out a little chuckle.

She hummed, "Of course not. I just get to say what I've been thinking."

"And what exactly have you been thinking?" He put down the dessert menu and folded his arms on the table.

"Oh, I don't think you would be interested," She teased, biting her bottom lip.

Dean licked his bottom lip, "Oh, I think I would."

She hummed and shrugged. Dean smiled, reaching across the table and taking her hand in his. She could feel her face turning red and hot.

"(Y/N)..." He paused to think, "I just wanted to say thank you. For... Talking me into this. For making me see that not everything Chuck did was a screw up because I get to sit here with you, act like my life is normal. But at the end of the day, if I'm face to face with any evil, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you. To get back to you. Fight against anything, even myself. All for you."

She grinned and squeezed his hand, "I love you." Then she froze, "Oh I said it out loud. Oh god, that was too soon."

"Hey." He brought her attention back to him, "I love you too."

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thebookkeeperslibrary · 4 years

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Lost Time: Chapter 1

Fandom: Time Warp Trio

Author: The_Bookkeeper_96

Rating: T

Summary: Another summer at Horae Manor begins, but before Joe and Tessa get the chance to train, they are sent out on a mission to explore the magic capital of the universe, Mancika. Rumors of illegal magic conversion spread throughout the city, and Joe and Tessa need to locate those responsible. But after the events of last summer, Joe isn't eager to work with his Aether partner, and the two are struggling more with each other than with their enemies.

A/N: It’s finally here! And I even got it up before the end of the year like I said I would. Enjoy!

I’m trying out a slightly different writing style this time around, so please let me know what you think!

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Preview:

"It is said that all the Greats are connected. Some even believe they are one soul inhabiting nine bodies that is reincarnated every generation. I, however, in studying the history of the most closely connected Greats, those that control Aether and Time, believe that they are not one soul. Rather, they are inimitable individuals who are highly bonded to one another through the magics that unite us all. However, there is evidence to suggest that the Greats possess the ability to communicate with the Greats of the past." Excerpt from A History of the Horae Greats, Introduction by Petra Abell

Last night I dreamt I was a king again. At least, I assume I was a king. I suppose I could have been an emperor or a lord or something, but I'm going to go with king for now.

As always, the dream starts like any other dream, a bunch of nonsensical scenes that somehow make sense while you're asleep, but when you wake up, you realize how crazy it all was. This time, I only got to enjoy a few bites of delicious marshmallow pizza with Babe Ruth before I was pulled away into the throne room.

The room looks the same as it always does. I sit up high on a marble throne painted green. There are nine other thrones spread out on either side of me all painted different colours. On the floor beneath me, an intricately carved flower is engraved into the tile.

I have no idea what kind of flower it's supposed to be. A lotus, maybe? I don't pay enough attention in biology class to know all my plants. And it's not like knowing that kind of stuff is going to help me out in life anyway. Sam would disagree and argue that everything we learn in school is important, why else would they teach it to us?

I am not alone in the throne room, and unfortunately, it's not Babe Ruth with the rest of our pizza. Instead, I gaze forward and see a long line of people each holding a random object. One man is holding a golden trophy. A woman farther down the line is leaning on a grandfather clock. The first person in line is holding an hourglass, the sand slowing slipping into the bottom. That's the only thing that changes with these dreams. The hourglass seems fuller and fuller every night. For a time traveller, that might be a bad omen. For the future Warp Wizard, it's definitely a bad omen.

One by one, the people in line vanish into nothing starting at the back of the line. They all fade until it's just me and the hourglass holder. I open my mouth to ask them all of my questions, but no sound comes out.

Sometimes, we stare at each other for what feels like hours. Other times, only a few minutes. But the dream always ends the same way.

The room darkens, shrinking down on us. The darkness creeps closer and closer until it's suffocating me, and I wake with a scream.

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My body lurches up, my hand flying to my chest to make sure my heart is still inside. I take several steadying breaths as I glance around my room. Everything is exactly the way I left it the night before. Clothes in a messy pile by the door, backpack flung under my desk, and The Book sits on my nightstand, unopened.

Sighing in relief, I fall back onto my pillow. How many people wake up each day and are glad to stop dreaming?

I blindly fumble around for my phone and eventually find it on the floor. Before I even turn the screen on, I know exactly what time it is: eight thirty-six. If I really concentrate I can feel the seconds tick by. My phone screen blares to life and confirms what I already know.

After a whole year of being "magically awakened", all I have to show for it is always knowing the time and having disturbingly bright green eyes that practically glow in the dark.

My eyes wander back to The Book, landing on two small slips of paper sticking out of the top. Without thinking about it, I pull them out and read the words that I've seen a hundred times before.

Dear Joe,

Sorry to leave in mid-warp. I had some urgent business to attend to.

~ Uncle Joe

P.S. Congratulations on graduating to the next level! You are now a time page.

The edges of the letter are worn thin and torn. The pocket watch that came with my promotion rests next to The Book. Uncle Joe's been missing for over a year, and despite my best efforts, I can't find any clues as to where he is. It's becoming harder to believe he's okay and still alive.

I grind my teeth together. I know he's alive. My uncle is too clever and good at magic to be dead. He's just busy on some magic mission or something. Maybe even fighting off my other uncle, Mad Jack, who's also been MIA the past year.

I unfold the other piece of paper I keep stored in The Book. The gold script on the invitation is just as dazzling as it was when I first opened it last summer. I don't look at this one as often, other than a few random attempts to warp back to Horae Manor, it pretty much stays in my book.

Dear Mr. Joseph Arthur,

We would like to formally invite you and your closest friends to Horae Manor. A place for the magically inclined and gifted. Where people like you can learn to hone your craft.

We request that you join us at your earliest convenience. Time is of the essence.

Sincerely,

Now that normal school is officially done for the year, I'm going back to Horae Manor soon. Soon as in today, and I have no idea how I'm supposed to get there. Hopefully, the letter will do its thing again, and Fred, Sam, and I will just be warped there. But something told me that wasn't going to work this time. Rowena and Cassius probably expected me to warp myself there, maybe like some kind of test? To see if I'd been practising my time magic while I was away or reading any of the books Cassius lent me.

Had I been practising my magic? Yes, not that I'd had any real progress. Had I read any of the books Cas told me to? Yes. Well… not exactly. To be fair, I did skim through them, but there was a lot to read and take in. My normal school teachers wouldn't really understand if I skipped out on their assigned homework to do magic homework instead. Not that I could ask them to find out. I really hope my summer at Horae doesn't start with a pop quiz.

Maybe I could do a little last-minute cramming before it was time to go. I have a lot to learn if I want to catch up with Tessa.

The thought of my Aether partner makes me frown. She had gotten to Horae first because my letter had been sent to the wrong person. She also seemed to be just naturally gifted with magic. She could already tear herself pretty much anywhere she wanted and could manipulate space to create mazes to confuse and trap people. People like me.

I think back on everything that had happened last summer. Had I overreacted with Tessa? Maybe a little, but she had proven herself to be untrustworthy and selfish. We went from friends to enemies pretty quickly after that. Part of me wishes I could change out partners. I really don't want to be stuck with Tessa for the rest of my life.

I collapse back on my bed with a heavy sigh. This summer hasn't even started yet, and I'm already done with it.

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Time passes by quicker than I want it to. Maybe Cas can show me how to change that. Before I know it, it's after four in the afternoon and Fred and Sam are knocking on my door. Like always, Fred saunters into the room without waiting for a reply.

I shut the book that I've been staring at all day, the words still swimming before my eyes. I'd barely made a dent in it. Cas had given me five thick books packed with magical knowledge. There was a whole other world out there filled with magic users, literally. It was called Mancika. And there are more kinds of magic than just space and time. There are ten in total. Or was it nine? All the details were blurred together in my mind. I somehow had even more questions than I did before I started learning about magic and reading about its history.

I slipped the book into my backpack along with all the others I didn't read. My Warp Wizard mentor will not be happy with me.

I turn around to greet my friends, but Fred beats me to it. "Hey, dude. How excited are you right now? I am so ready to get back to Horae Manor. Man, I bet Cassius and Rowena have some amazing magic kung-fu skills they're going to show us this year. I mean, you guys saw how well Arwen fought off that drake last summer. I can't wait to kick some magic monster butt."

I shake my head at him. "You just can't stand that a Red Sox fan is stronger and cooler than you."

His cheeks flush. "She is not!"

"Sure."

Fred crashes on to my bed, mumbling something to himself that I can't fully hear. But I'm sure it's something about how much the Red Sox suck, and why anyone would be a fan of them over the Yankees is insane.

I nod to Sam, who smiles at me in greeting. "I'm actually pretty excited to head back too. Did you know Horae Manor has a library? I can't wait to learn about all the science of magic and history of it all."

"The science of magic?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "I don't think there is any science. It's magic. Kinda the opposite."

"Of course there's science. Nothing can break the rules of physics. Not even magic."

I roll my eyes, deciding not to argue. With Sam, you can't really convince him that he's wrong.

I grab the letter off my desk, hoping for something to happen. Of course, nothing does. Time to face the other problem I've been avoiding: how to get back to Horae Manor.

"You don't know how to get us there, do you?" Sam asks, guessing my thoughts.

I blush. "I totally do. I just need a second to, uh, figure out how to do it."

"We're never going to get back there, are we?" Fred turns to Sam, who nods in response.

"Hey! I can do this. I am the future Warp Wizard after all. Just give me a moment."

"And what I great Warp Wizard you'll be," Sam sighs.

"Oh, I don't know, I think with a little training Joe could be a great Warp Wiz. Of course, with me by his side, we'd be a swell pair," a new voice says.

We all jump. I slam my knee against the bottom of my desk, hissing in pain, and gingerly try to massage it away. My eyes narrow at the intruder. A mix of emotions fight it out in my chest. Anger ultimately wins out.

Tessa giggles from where she's perched on my window. "Missed you too, bunny."

"How did you get here?" Fred asks.

"The same way I get around everywhere. Magic. Duh." She flips her auburn hair over her shoulder and slides into my room. Her eyes roam around, inspecting everything, and land on my Houdini poster. "Cute," is all she says. Whatever, it's not like I care what she thinks.

"Thanks," I say dryly. "Why are you here?"

She spreads her arms out wide, ever the showwoman. Her signature red leather jacket is like a cape on her. "Isn't it obvious? I'm your ride to Horae Manor. Seeing as you and Cas haven't started any real training yet, you can't exactly warp yourself there."

I press my lips together and decide to keep quiet. This summer, I'm going to start my magic training, and by the end of it, I'll be just as good as her. No, better than her. I had so many questions for Cas, and I'll finally be practising magic. Real magic. Tricks that I can use to find Uncle Joe.

"So, are you ready to go? Cas is kind of a bluenose when it comes to being on time. As if he can't just make more of it." Tessa rolls her eyes.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder and stand up. "Yeah, I guess." truthfully, I'm just as excited as Fred and Sam are to return, but I'm not planning on letting my guard down around Tessa. I square my shoulders and stare at my Aether partner. We're supposed to be partners for life, but neither of us signed up for this. We can be civil with each other, but until I know I can trust her, I have no desire to be her friend.

She stares back, frowning. I almost feel bad for her. Almost. "Are you going to be like this all summer?" she asks, guessing my thoughts. "You know we're stuck with this for the rest of our lives, right?" She gestures between the two of us, referring to our Great Wizard commitment. "And I did apologize."

Fred wraps his arm around my shoulders, pushing me over with his sudden weight. "Joe will be fine. He's just a little butt-hurt over everything that happened last time. He'll get over it."

I shove his arm off of me. "We should get going. It's already four thirty-six."

"What? No exact second this time?" Sam teases me, drawing attention to my weird ability.

I look down at the ground and can feel my face heat up. So far, none of my new abilities had proven useful for anything other than being teased by my supposed friends.

Tessa tilts her head, her purple eyes never leaving my green ones. "Would you like to know our exact latitude and longitude coordinates right now? Or how about our exact position within the infinite space-time continuum?" She shrugs. "Knowing what time it is seems better than that. At least you'll never be late to anything."

"And yet, he was still tardy to math class almost every day this semester."

I shoot a glare at Sam, mainly to distract myself from Tessa. Coming to my defence now means nothing. "Can we just go already?"

Tessa pulls out her sabre, the Focus she uses whenever she tears. "Fine by me. I'm starving, and they'll be serving dinner soon enough."

I can practically see Fred's mouth watering. He remembers the feast from last summer just as well as I do. To be fair, I don't think I've ever had more delicious food in my life.

Encouraged by the growls in our stomachs, Sam, Fred, and I stand next to Tessa, ready to be pulled into our next adventure.

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aww-writing-no · 5 years

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For Winterhawk Week, Day 3

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Bond:

Clint looked up from the cash register at Strike Bean Delta when he heard the door open and a cacophony of voices filled the small shop. Things had been quiet this morning, but with the new recruits arriving at Camp Lehigh today he hadn’t expected it to stay that way for long.

Sometimes Clint hated being right.

A whole pack of rowdy young men in army fatigues jostled for space as they stared at the menu above Clint’s head. He was about to roll his eyes at their ridiculous posturing when he laid eyes on one of them and felt a sharp pang of - something.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about him. Grey-blue eyes and brown hair cropped army regulation short, he looked the same as half the kids who came through here for training. Yet Clint felt an immediate bond. Not lust. Definitely not lust, but more like… an old, comfortable friendship. Which was ridiculous because they’d never met before.

When grey-blue eyes came up to the counter to place his order - medium dark-roast with extra room for cream - he paused, hand in the air and blinking slowly as he went to hand Clint his money. He shook his head slightly before asking, “Have we met?”

Clint took the money and counted back his change before replying, “I don’t think so”.

He seemed as confused as Clint, but didn’t press it, walking away to let Clint take the next order. On his way out he stuffed a five dollar bill in the tip jar, which seemed to indicate something, though Clint had no idea what it could be.

Like many of the new recruits, grey-blue eyes became a regular over the next few months. Strike Bean Delta was the closest coffeeshop to the base, and got a steady stream of business from army folk who quickly tired of whatever institutional swill they served in the mess hall.

With time Clint learned his name was James, but he went by Bucky of all things. He learned that he was eighteen, fresh out of high school, and had enlisted with his best friend Steve. He had big plans for when he got out of the army, most of which involved going to school and getting some kind of advanced science degree. He took his coffee with a frankly obscene amount of cream and sugar, and had a penchant for apricot cheese danishes.

Basically, he was nothing like Clint.

Clint took his coffee black, and often straight from the pot when he wasn’t working. He wasn’t a big fan of pastry, possibly because only ate them when they were stale - two days old and unfit to sell to customers, even at a discount. Technically he was supposed to throw them out, but he wasn’t about to go wasting food that was still edible.

Clint had dropped out of high school at sixteen and immediately started doing whatever it took to keep food on the table. You know, when he managed to find a place that actually had a table. He was living on the street and had started getting into some real shady shit when he’d been approached by a guy who did outreach for a youth shelter. Somehow between Nick and Phil and the other counselors at SHIELD (Shelter for Homeless something or other - Clint could never remember the full name) they managed to help him get his life back on track. They weren’t good tracks. They were rusty and uneven and usually full of giant splinters, but they were his tracks all the same.

When Bucky told him he’d been assigned to a unit and would be shipping out the next day, Clint told him to stay safe and impulsively scrawled his phone number on the side of Bucky’s cup. Bucky stuffed a twenty dollar bill in the tip jar on his way out.

Clint got a text from an unfamiliar number a couple weeks later. It had a picture of the most dilapidated coffeemaker Clint had ever seen, and looked like it had been set up on a stack of crates in some kind of tent. The text read “I’d kill for a cold brew right now. -Bucky”.

Clint laughed and sent back a picture of the fruit danishes in the display case.

“Fuck, I’d kill for those too,” was the reply.

They’d been texting on and off for close to a year - mostly idle chatter and pictures of deserts and humvees (Bucky) or coffee and dogs (Clint) - when Clint woke up screaming in the middle of the night, feeling like his arm was on fire.

“What’s going on with your arm?” Natasha asked him later that day.

Clint shook out his arm for what felt like the millionth time, wishing the pins and needles feeling would go away. He really didn’t want to drop a pot of hot coffee on himself today. It wouldn’t be the first time, but he tried not to make a habit out of it. “I probably just slept on it wrong,” he told her.

Weeks later, his arm was still giving him problems.

“Go see a doctor; you probably have a pinched nerve,” Natasha told him.

“A doctor? Who can afford that?” he asked. Health insurance was for people with Real Jobs. He worked at a coffee shop. Besides, he was more worried about the fact he’d sent Bucky a picture of the cutest samoyed he’d ever seen and Bucky still hadn’t responded. One time he’d sent back a picture of one of the bomb sniffer dogs, and Clint still wasn’t over the cuteness of the german shepherd in its little vest and goggles. Clint wasn’t too proud to admit he was hoping for a reprise.

When Bucky stepped into Strike Bean Delta almost six months later, Clint wouldn’t have recognised him if he hadn’t felt that sharp pang of something when he walked in the door.

Bucky was wearing civvies, long hair tied up in a messy half-bun, and a lot more shadows under his eyes than when he’d left. Most notably, though, was the distinct lack of a left arm.

Clint’s own arm went numb at the sight, and the blender he was holding fell to the ground with a loud crash. Strawberry-banana smoothie coated his shoes and oozed slowly across the floor.

“Aww, smoothie, no,” he whined, and a wet towel hit him in the face, courtesy of Natasha.

Cleaning up the smoothie gave him plenty of time to try to sort through his feelings, because he was having a lot of them. Like, a LOT of them. By the time he finished cleaning up his mess, his feelings still weren’t sorted, but Bucky was sitting awkwardly at one of the tables with a coffee in front of him.

“Talk to him,” Natasha said, forcing a plate with an apricot cheese danish into his hands. “Don’t drop it,” she added a second later.

“But Nat,” he whined, sneaking a glance at Bucky who was staring into his coffee like it held the secrets of the universe.

“Talk. To. Him,” she repeated, turning Clint around by the shoulders and giving him a literal shove in the right direction.

“Uhh, I’m glad you’re back,” Clint said, sliding the plate in front of Bucky and taking the seat across from him. He nodded at the missing arm. “I’m guessing that’s why I stopped getting pictures of cute dogs in uniform?”

Bucky looked surprised, then let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Doctors tend to frown on having animals in the ICU,” he said. “Didn’t think you’d be interested in pictures of cups of jello.”

Clint smiled, nervousness relaxing into a feeling of ease he seldom felt with other people. He rubbed his left arm unconsciously, telling Bucky, “You’d be surprised.”

That got another laugh out of him and Bucky’s shoulders relaxed as he reached over to take a bite out of the danish. “Oh man, I’ve wanted this for so long” he said, tipping his head back and closing his eyes briefly. “You do not know how many nights I dreamed about coming back here just to eat one of these things.”

Clint remembered all the times he’d had an unexpected pastry craving over the past few months and thought that maybe he did.

“Who are you?” he asked abruptly. As soon as the words left his mouth Clint realized how crazy he must sound, but judging by the look Bucky leveled at him, he knew exactly what Clint was asking.

Bucky took another bite out of the danish and chewed slowly, looking Clint over as if he didn’t know quite what to do with him. “I suppose I could ask you the same question,” he drawled as he finished chewing. “Who’s the mysterious barista that keeps showing up in my dreams?”

“You dream about me?” Clint asked.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

Clint shook his head. “No, not really. I just get these… I dunno, feelings? I don’t know how to explain it. I’m pretty sure I felt when you lost your arm.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Bucky said, clearly startled. “That’s- that’s so messed up. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Clint said with a shrug. It wasn’t like he had any control over it - like either of them had any control over whatever the heck this was. “Still doesn’t answer my question, though.”

“Last week I dreamt you lost your keys. You thought you’d dropped them on the subway and you had to have the neighbor let you in,” he told Clint, eyes seemingly focused somewhere past Clint’s left ear. “Last month I dreamt you were at a gun range, except you were hitting the targets using a bow and arrows. Last year when I was deployed I dreamt about you making coffee more times than I could count. One time you were making it while wearing a crocodile costume. I thought I was just missing home, but now? I don’t know.”

Clint put his head in his hands as Bucky continued to stare off into space. He should probably be getting back to work soon, but this was too weird for words. He’d definitely done all of those things in real life. “It wasn’t a crocodile costume,” he said finally, at a loss for anything better to say. “It was Abigail the Alligator, the mascot for the sporting goods shop I buy my arrows from. They booked a coffee service for a special event, and they offered me a bonus for wearing the costume.”

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