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wooahaes · 29 days

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a spark of realization

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 13/13

word count: 5.0k~

warnings: some food mentions. some angst. coworkers au. platonic love between soonyoung and his friends <3 some alcohol mentions (all regarding soonyoung drinking, no real mentions of reader actually drinking). mentions of static shocks throughout.

daisy’s notes: soonyoung looks at all of his friends and goes 'i love u all so much' and im like god same me when i look at my friends

summary: Unlike Jihoon and every other friend that swore they didn’t have one, Soonyoung knows he doesn’t have a soulmate. He’s tried plenty of the subtle soulmate things. He doesn’t feel anyone’s pain or emotions, he doesn’t taste anything weird, and he’s dyed his hair enough times to know that he most likely doesn’t have someone out there. Yet the static that makes his hair stand on end sometimes just causes him to think that maybe there’s something else to expect…

Kwon Soonyoung was positive about one thing in his life: he did not have a soulmate. Never showed any signs when he was ten onward, and he never would. Sure, it hurt to hear when he was ten—he was ten and stuck into this category of “without” regardless of how he felt about having a soulmate, that was sure to make anyone upset—but he’d figured things out for himself while growing up. Some people hated their soulmates. Other people loved them, sure, like… every single one of his friends now, but that was beside the point. Soonyoung had decided several things for himself.

One: he didn’t need a soulmate to be happy and fulfilled. Plenty of people didn’t end up with their soulmates. Plenty of people didn’t have a romantic relationship with their soulmates, but stayed in touch. Some people didn’t even want their soulmates at all, either. Therefore: no one needed a soulmate to be a complete person. He was just fine on his own. (This was something his parents taught him from an early age.)

Two: Soonyoung did have soulmates, actually. Twelve of them. His twelve closest friends were his soulmates, platonically, and they’d all chosen each other in life. But if he had to pick one, then it was easily Jihoon. The two had known each other the longest now, and Soonyoung had told him one night that if neither of them had soulmates, then they were platonic soulmates. And even after Jihoon found his soulmate, Soonyoung still believed in it. The two of them just fit together in a way that was right.

“Really?” Jihoon had been half-asleep on the couch that night, tired from both work work and music work. He and Joshua had to re-record the song they’d been working on… again. Soonyoung could admire how dedicated Jihoon was to having a perfect product, though. “That’s sappy.”

Soonyoung had giggled, admittedly very much not sober. “No, no, I mean it! We’re soulmates, I think.” Another burst of giggles as he reached toward Jihoon’s hand. “I know you have one now, but…”

Jihoon gently patted his cheek. “No, you’re right. We’re soulmates, too.” He shut his eyes, about to nod off again. “Soonyoung…” He yawned, turning onto his side. His dark eyes found Soonyoung’s a moment later, only barely open. “I don’t want to give you false hope, but… Have you ever looked into it?”

Soonyoung leaned against him. Of course he had. Hadn’t most people who did, deep down, want a soulmate? Well, maybe except Vernon. Vernon did his own thing most of the time. “I don’t wanna.”

“You don’t have to,” Jihoon said, understanding as always. “But…”

“Hm?”

“It’s hard to live in a world where I would have one and you wouldn’t.” Jihoon’s voice was heavy with sleep, and his eyelids fluttered shut again a moment later. “That’s all.”

“Why not?” Soonyoung stifled a yawn. “You’re cool. You make music. Plenty of people would love that. You can write your soulmate love songs now.”

It earned a quiet chuckle from Jihoon. “Just…” He trailed off. “I was okay with not having one because love is… different. Like what Wonwoo says about it. It’s a choice and something you make. But you…”

Soonyoung blinked curiously at him. He…?

“Anyone would love you,” he mumbled, clearly beginning to doze off now. “I just don’t understand how it could be me and not you.”

Soonyoung had decided to love Jihoon extra from that point on. Jihoon’s soulmate did the same, and everyone else truly adored Jihoon, but Soonyoung understood. Jihoon never saw himself as the leading man in any situation. He wasn’t sure if that extended to believing he wasn’t anyone’s first choice (he was always Soonyoung’s, if that meant anything), but Soonyoung didn’t need to know. He just knew that he would always hype up Jihoon as much as he could. Everyone did, to be fair, but Soonyoung was happy to be a louder voice among the crowd. He would always be there to stream his songs when they were released and share them on every account he had, even if that sometimes required Seungcheol or Wonwoo helping him not break the link in the process.

But he’d never let go of that thought. How could it be me and not you? As if Jihoon deserved a soulmate less than Soonyoung did. Soonyoung had his moments of yearning, the same way that Seokmin often did, but he wouldn’t trade places with any of his friends. Their soulmates meant something to them. Soonyoung had seen the way Seungkwan doted on his soulmate day in and day out, and he’d quietly apologized to him once for the times he’d made inappropriate jokes.

“What, those?” Seungkwan hadn’t seemed bothered in the slightest. “You were trying to make light of things so I wouldn’t worry.” He crossed his arms. “They hurt in those moments, but I can’t blame you for trying.”

How did Soonyoung get so lucky? Was this what the universe granted him in exchange for lacking a soulmate…? He wasn’t sure, but he wouldn’t trade any of his friends for a soulmate. He’d happily make do with the twelve he’d forged any day.

Okay, so maybe Soonyoung was getting in his head a little. Seokmin had just spent a little over two weeks in a time loop because, surprise, he also had a soulmate. Which sent Soonyoung down a small spiral. According to some study out there that still needed more information to be more valid or whatever, a good portion of people who were told they didn’t have soulmates when they were ten were people who didn’t have obvious signs. Time loops, hair colors matching, lost items, sparks flying, colored footprints leading to the other person… All things that people simply wouldn’t have seen at age ten.

So maybe Soonyoung started to dye his hair after Jihoon found his soulmate. It wasn’t abnormal, Soonyoung did like to play with his hair. It’d been a while since he’d gone bleach blonde. And maybe his soulmate didn’t care and that was why he stayed bleach blonde until his roots started to show. And maybe his soulmate didn’t care that their hair was cherry red not long after that…

And, maybe, Soonyoung was acutely aware of the date after Seokmin broke his loop. Each day followed one another as they always did, but Soonyoung swore a Tuesday felt just like a Monday once.

And maybe, just maybe, Soonyoung lost a bracelet with his name on it. Joshua made him another one, no question, but he hadn’t found anything that didn’t belong to him (or Jihoon) in his living space. Everything was in its proper spot, just as it was supposed to be. Nothing new.

No footprints stood out to him, and he hadn’t bumped into anyone lately that made him feel those mystical sparks that Jun once told him about.

Kwon Soonyoung did not need a soulmate to be happy… So why did he want one so badly?

“I don’t need one,” was what he blubbered to Seungcheol one night, a week after Seokmin broke his time loop. “I don’t. I shouldn’t act like I need one to be happy because I am happy. I’ve been happy before, so—”

“It’s okay.” Seungcheol had held him as he cried. “Soonyoung, it’s normal for people to want them just as much as it’s normal for people to not. If you want a soulmate, it’s okay.”

How was he supposed to say that now it was starting to hurt? That all twelve of the soulmates he chose in life had their own soulmates, even the ones who were convinced they didn’t?

“Work is still bad,” Soonyoung said suddenly, still crying into Seungcheol’s shoulder. The words just seemed to dribble from his mouth now, no true thoughts behind them. “Two of the new hires took off because they found out they were soulmates and—and they wanted to get busy living life while they could. And now all of us are staying every night because we have to make up their work, and—”

He just kept babbling, sobbing as everything seemed to spill out of him. Seungcheol just held him, rubbing circles into his back to soothe him. Soon enough, all the words had dried up, and Soonyoung was just left, breathing quietly as he came back down. His head felt foggier than before. Lighter, though.

“You’ll be okay,” Seungcheol promised him when Soonyoung finally moved away to wipe his face. “I’ll buy you dinner when you work next, okay?”

“I feel guilty,” Soonyoung said a moment later. With less thoughts to weigh him down, his feelings seemed to become more obvious.

Seungcheol had chuckled. “You shouldn’t. I’m offering—”

“Not that.” Soonyoung let out a long sigh, tugging his sleeves down over his hands for a moment. When did he start feeling so cold? “I… I love all of you. You’re all some of my best friends. I meant it when I said I consider you all soulmates. I feel like I should be happy that we all met in this life, but…”

“We can’t fill that void,” Seungcheol said. He turned to face Soonyoung fully, arm draped over the back of the couch. “Soonyoung. I love you, but you aren’t my soulmate. There’s things I want to do with them now that I know them that I wouldn’t want to do with anyone else. I can’t call it love because I haven’t known them long enough, but… You do understand, right?”

Of course he understood. Soonyoung had dated before, after all. “I know, but—”

“None of us want you to feel left out,” he said. “If you want to date, then you should try dating again when things have calmed down.” He paused, “Or now, but I think the stress from work is getting to you too much.” Again, Seungcheol paused, mulling over his thoughts as though he needed to get them right the first time he spoke them aloud. “Soonyoung. Do you remember what you told all of us when you said we were your soulmates?”

Soonyoung had been… a little drunk that night. Most of them were. But Soonyoung had seen the videos that were taken by his friends of his drunken rambling, and he’d said a lot. “Which part?”

“The universe picked soulmates for a lot of us,” Seungcheol said, “but we still have to choose them. And you decided you would choose us.”

It was the easiest decision Soonyoung had ever made, and one that admittedly made him and a few others cry. He’d been right, though, hadn’t he? A soulmate was a person that the universe felt was perfect for you, but plenty of soulmates didn’t last. It was almost always the people who believed that just being soulmates was enough to have a lasting relationship. Soonyoung had seen people who finally reached their breaking point and ended things, always crying later because that was their soulmate. Almost always, their stories were similar to the others: they weren’t trying. It was supposed to come naturally to them. But a soulmate wasn’t a guarantee for love. All relationships, platonic or romantic or familial, needed work put into them. That was why Soonyoung knew that a soulmate represented a choice. One that the universe made for a person, but a choice that a person had to keep choosing if they wanted to make things work. That was how love worked, after all. Soonyoung had been in love before, and he had chosen that person until they couldn’t choose each other anymore.

And he knew that it went the same for those with soulmates. Seungkwan had been with his soulmate for over a year now, and plenty of people could count the petty disagreements the two had had. They always came back together after they cooled off, talking things out like adults (sometimes with a little intervention from Chan or Vernon, but those moments were rare). Minghao and his soulmate had an actual argument not too long ago, but they’d bounced back and been stronger than before for it. Even Jeonghan, who had loved his soulmate almost his entire life, had an unfortunate spat that lasted a few days before he reached out to them and asked to reconcile. Love was a choice as much as it was a feeling. It was what brought them all back together again. A soulmate wasn’t the end-all be-all of love, but Soonyoung had realized why they all fit so well together. They all shared some sort of experience in some way, whether it be a string to connect them or losing objects. It was something to bond over, to open up the doors to choosing one another once that decision was clear.

“Someone is going to choose you some day,” Seungcheol said, completely serious. “And they’ll be lucky if you choose them, too.”

Soonyoung wiped at his eyes with his sleeve again, the fabric scratchy against his skin. Minghao would be chastising him now for it, pulling tissues out of his pocket or his bag depending on where he’d decided to keep them that day. That, too, was Minghao choosing to love his friend. “I love you,” he said softly. Thank you for choosing to be in my life. He wasn’t sure where he’d be without him.

Seungcheol chuckled, warm as ever. “I love you, too,” he said back, always as though it were the easiest thing in the world. Maybe, for Seungcheol, it was.

A week later, work was a little kinder to him. His coworkers gossiped about some new hires coming into the company, and Soonyoung, truly, couldn’t care less. As long as they did their jobs and didn’t run off immediately to see the world or whatever those two were doing, he was happy. He’d given a polite nod to the new hires as they were introduced, and ignored the way the hairs on the back of his hand were standing on end. He’d charged himself with too much static upon coming in, dragging his feet as he tried to subtly push his sock back up after it had rolled down. He’d managed to discharge the static eventually, although the slight zap from the metal he touched had made him hiss in pain. It felt like a little too much, but what did he know? He had other things to worry about, like the backlog of work that still stood out to him. It’d take a few days for things to calm down for good. And, sure, the polite thing to do would be to get drinks with his coworkers… But no one was inviting anyone anywhere. Not when there was too much work during the day and everyone was exhausted by the time they all clocked out.

“So? What do you think?” One of his coworkers had whispered to another after the new hires (a pair of people around Soonyoung’s age) had left ahead of them, having packed up quickly to catch their buses home.

Soonyoung packed up a little slower. Maybe it was wrong to listen in, but…

“Hm…” The woman hummed to herself for a moment, shifting her weight from leg to leg. “I’m not sure yet. Sungyoon seems to work hard, but the other person…” She frowned, crossing her arms as she grew still. “They’re very quiet. Like…”

Soonyoung knew that she had just glanced at him. He’d always been the quiet one at work, the polite one who worked hard. That’s what you were like, from what he understood, too. You came in, you put yourself to work, and then politely excused yourself when you needed to run to get to your bus. Sungyoon had gone with you, not keeping it secret from anyone that the two of you were at least friends. Speaking of…

“Do you think they’re dating?” She whispered to the other.

Soonyoung hoped you weren’t. You were… actually kinda cute? Plus he admired your work ethic a lot, even on your first day. Maybe when things calmed down, he could ask you out to coffee or something.

“I didn’t see any marks,” the other man said, not bothering to lower his voice any further. “They could be soulmates. They clearly have a history…”

Soonyoung packed his bag and took off. He’d had enough of this. The journey home was uneventful, but Jihoon had picked up on how disgruntled Soonyoung was from the moment he walked in the door. Halfway through his vent session, Jihoon had looked at him.

“Why are you jealous? You just met them.”

Jealous? Soonyoung was not jealous of anyone. He choked on his own words, unsure of what he could say that was actually convincing. If he denied it, then Jihoon would only believe that he was bullshitting him to try and save face. Yes, you were cute in Soonyoung’s eyes, but he’d only just met you! He’d be a weirdo if he was jealous this quickly! And you wouldn’t want anything to do with him if he was weird.

“I’m not jealous,” Soonyoung said once he was sure he could say it casually. “I just find it weird that my coworkers care so much. They’re doing a good job.” He paused for a second, “both of them are! Sungyoon is very nice.”

Jihoon was not convinced. Nothing could convince him now, then. “Mhm.” He shrugged. “Nothing wrong with being a little jealous if they’re clearly close. Just don’t let it bother you.”

“I’m not!” Soonyoung felt his face heating up. He wasn’t. He wasn’t bothered in the slightest. It was more-so his coworkers being weird about it. It was weird to speculate, wasn’t it? If you had a soulmate, then good for you. If you didn’t, then…

Then maybe Soonyoung had a shot.

“A soulmate?” You had looked up, the same man who’d speculated about you and Sungyoon being soulmates having shoved his nose into your business. You blinked, unsure of where this topic had even come from. “No, I don’t have one. I don’t think I do, at least. Is this a part of company business? I told H.R. after I was hired that I don’t have any signs that would prevent me from working, but I didn’t know everyone needed to know this.”

Soonyoung smiled to himself. Yeah, you tell him. It was your business anyway.

“But what about you and Sungyoon—”

“College friends.” You smiled politely. “We live close to one another, too. I’m not seeing anyone now. Is that all?”

Sungyoon sat at his desk, watching you with this amused twinkle in his eyes. Sungyoon had the same kind of admiration for you that Soonyoung had for his friends, he was positive. He watched the way his coworker slinked off after a moment, apologizing for prying into your personal life as you returned to work. Soonyoung reached down to pull something from a desk drawer, only to feel a familiar zap the moment he did. He’d winced in pain, but it did nothing to dampen his mood. When Soonyoung relayed later the information to his friends at dinner that night, Wonwoo had watched him the entire time, all too aware of how thrilled Soonyoung seemed to be about the whole ordeal.

“Why do you seem so happy?”

Was he happy? He was, kind of. Without being disrespectful, you’d rebuffed the guy and kept most of your privacy in doing so. There were no long drawn out college stories about some adventure you and Sungyoon had while in college, no emotional moments of spilling about how you resented the fact you didn’t have a soulmate. Hell, Soonyoung had no idea how you felt about it. Were you indifferent like him? Did you have a similar situation to him, too, where you had chosen your own soulmates out of your friends?

“They were being disrespected,” Soonyoung had settled on saying. “I’m glad they handled the situation well—”

“He likes them and wants to ask them out,” Jihoon said after taking a sip of his water. “So he’s glad they’re single.”

Soonyoung shoved Jihoon slightly. “That’s not it at all!”

Jun chuckled from his seat, watching the exchange. “There’s nothing wrong with liking them, you know.”

“There isn’t, but I don’t like them like that. I barely know them. We’ve barely even talked.” Soonyoung rolled his eyes. “How can I like someone I don’t know yet?”

Wonwoo shrugged. “I liked my soulmate before I really knew them. They seemed interesting.”

“That’s different!”

“Is it?” Jun shrugged. “I haven’t known my soulmate for long, but I still liked them before we started talking. They seemed nice. You can have a good opinion of someone without knowing them intimately—”

“That’s not the point,” Soonyoung said. “You’re all trying to turn this into something it’s not. I just… I dunno. When I see them, I want to know them more. It’s like they just keep pulling my attention toward them.” He paused, chopsticks in hand as he looked up. “They keep looking at me, actually. It’s kinda funny. I think they might be into me, actually.”

Suddenly, all three of his friends exchanged a look. Soonyoung furrowed his brows. “What?”

And none of them would tell him their thoughts. When he pushed further later as they were leaving the restaurant, Jihoon just waved him off.

“You’ll figure it out.”

“Shit!”

Soonyoung looked up at the sound of your voice, soft enough that it didn’t catch everyone’s attention. Sungyoon withheld a chuckle as you glared at him a moment later, and Soonyoung couldn’t help but keep his eyes on the pair of you. You’d wrung out your hand, reaching for your desk drawer as you started to search through it for a highlighter. Soonyoung liked the fact that you always highlighted things in pretty colors—bright green so far, but he overheard you telling another coworker, Seungmin, that you liked to switch out colors every so often. It kept things fresh, and Soonyoung found that cute. Almost as cute as the novelty erasers that you kept on your desk to decorate it, never using them since you always used pens (save for the pencil you kept exclusively for the sticky notes you attached to your computer monitor).

“It’s not funny,” you had hissed back at him. “This place has a bad static problem… Is the air dry to you? I think dry air makes static build-up likelier.”

“It’s just you.” Sungyoon watched you curiously, glancing over to see that Soonyoung had started watching, too.

Soonyoung watched the way he slowly reached for a pad of sticky notes, jotting something out. Then he reached forward, attaching it to the top of your monitor. You swatted his hand away, eyes flickering over to see Soonyoung just as he turned his attention back to his own work. Yet the moment he was sure you were looking away, Soonyoung glanced over to see you pulling the sticky note off the monitor. How had he avoided you this long…? Something about getting too close to you made his chest all fluttery. Had he really started crushing on you so easily? Then again, you kinda did make it easy. You were cute in your own ways, and it made it hard to focus most days. Now all he could think about was what Sungyoon had written to you.

He’d stretched himself over Vernon’s couch that night, playing with a little feather toy that his soulmate’s cat (Nutmeg, apparently) seemed to love. She pounced at it again, and Soonyoung had, yet again, been rambling about his work adventures.

Vernon plucked another fry from Soonyoung’s leftovers. “Dude. Kinda sounds like there’s something there.”

“I don’t know,” Soonyoung said. “Maybe I’m being silly. I should ask them out sometime, but they’re still new. It feels weird to do it so soon.” He paused, watching as Vernon slowly began to reach for another fry. “If you’re hungry, then eat. I’m fine.”

With permission, Vernon immediately pulled over the rest of the leftover fries. “I mean it, dude. Why wait? You like them, they seem to like you, just go for it.”

… Maybe he would.

But probably not today. Soonyoung had woken up late which, thankfully, wasn’t too bad considering he didn’t live too far from work. Jihoon had been in the kitchen, sliding over a plate of toast when Soonyoung booked it from the room.

“You have that meeting—”

“I know!” Soonyoung grabbed two slices. He’d shove them into his mouth on the run over. “I know—I set an alarm!”

Jihoon looked up, already annoyed, “I know. It woke me up.”

He’d make it up to him later. He yelled back a casual “love you!” to Jihoon, who only groaned in response, and booked it to the stairs. No elevator today: the complex’s elevator sucked most days, and Soonyoung always reserved it for when he was coming home rather than heading to work. He’d pulled on the wrong pair of shoes considering he had a meeting today. He needed to look nice, and he did, mostly. These were the ones that were a little too broken in, having lost traction against the office floors, and they’d lost their shine a bit. Maybe no one would notice? Hopefully no one would notice. He didn’t need anyone making a comment… or you to think less of him. Were you the kind of person who cared about that kind of thing? He hoped not. As long as you were presentable, Soonyoung wouldn’t think any differently of you.

He burst through the front doors of the building, yelling out to where you and Sungyoon had just boarded the elevators. He saw the way the two of you looked surprised, eyes wide and brows raised as Soonyoung booked it across the lobby while no one else seemed to think much of it. It was far from the first time this had happened, to be fair: it happened back when he was new, and it kept happening every so often since. Soonyoung, unfortunately for everyone else, was the kind of person who could be loud when he needed to be. Which was good for him, because Sungyoon had taken pity on him and held the elevator doors for him. Soonyoung’s hair was standing on end now. Fuck, when did the building have such a bad problem with dry air?

Shit, fuck, the floors were against him today. In the split few seconds he had, he’d tried to yell for you to move aside so he could crash against the elevator walls, yet his brain seemed to have turned to pudding. He felt this subtle pull forward, which he once thought was gravity as he nearly tripped over the elevator threshold and into you.

Only for sparks to fly. Literally fly. Sungyoon had crumpled to the floor in pain, howling about ‘what the fuck was that?!’ while Soonyoung only felt this warmth wash over him. You’d been shoved against the elevator wall and were clutching the back of your head (shit, fuck, he’d check on you once his brain caught up to him). Wait.

Wait. Sparks flew.

You…?

“Dude, what the fuck?” You’d pushed him away, hand still clutching the back of your head.

Immediately, his brain had finally started fully functioning again. “Shit!” He stepped forward, trying to get a closer look at the back of your skull. No bleeding or visible bruising, but what did he know? “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? I’m sorry, I tried to stop, but—”

“What the fuck was that?!” Sungyoon was still on the elevator floor. The doors slid shut after a moment.

Quietly, Soonyoung hit the button for the correct floor, just to get things moving. “I… I, uh…”

You stared at him, slowly connecting the dots. “Oh.”

“Did… Did it hurt you?” Soonyoung shyly asked, only to realize he’d been vague. “The sparks.”

You shook your head. “No. But—” You looked at Sungyoon. “Sungyoon, are you okay?”

“I’ll live,” he pulled himself back up. “Of course he’s your soulmate. No wonder you two wouldn’t stop staring at each other…”

Soonyoung had felt a pull toward you, but… He always thought that was infatuation fueling that feeling. There were so many things he’d already wanted to ask you, and yet it felt… weird to say them with Sungyoon there. Were you like him? Had you given up on soulmates even though you wanted one? Or did you not care that Soonyoung was your soulmate? Would you have still liked him if he wasn’t…? He felt like he would have liked you either way, but he would never know for sure now. Then again, maybe he could be okay with not having that answer. If he got to know you better, then he could be happy. Neither of you spoke for the ride up, and he could see Sungyoon debating stopping this elevator ride early to give the two of you space.

Thankfully, he didn’t. But he did book it off the elevator once the doors opened, leaving the two of you two step off together.

“So…” You were a little quieter than normal, never quite looking at Soonyoung for too long. “We’re soulmates.”

He nodded. “Is that okay?”

That earned your attention faster than anything else. “Of course that’s okay. Why wouldn’t that be okay?”

“I just thought that…” You didn’t seem happy. Then again, he barely knew you.

You shook your head. “Just because I’m used to not having a soulmate doesn’t mean I’m not happy it’s you. I already thought you were cute, so…”

Soonyoung shyly smiled at you, hand brushing against your own. It was enough to get you to stop and face him. “I know we have a meeting soon, but… There’s a little place across the street we could go for lunch. It’ll be my treat, if you want—”

“I’d love to,” you smiled. “I’ll look forward to it, soulmate.”

Soonyoung watched you walk ahead of him, smiling to yourself. Suddenly, he felt a new sense of confidence wash over him as he watched you go. He’d only known you for so long, but something told him that choosing you was going to be the easiest decision he’d ever made.

(And when he told Jihoon that night, he’d called Jun and Wonwoo immediately to send him the money he’d just won for betting that Soonyoung would figure it out sooner rather than later.)

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HI GEEE! Congrats on hitting an amazing milestone of 2.5k. If it’s alright with you, kitty levi all anxious bc you’ve been quiet all week. Minimal conversations and kitty levi’s observe that you disappear early in the morning. “Let me hold your hair back, at least.” When you were sick to your stomach on toilet only to tell him you’re having babies 🥹 im having baby fever and I badly want to adopt a cat sksksk.

Anyway, IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! 2.5k is an amazing amount of audience. We’re so grateful for you and your hardwork 💛😙 ily 🫶🏽

THANKS MILAN!! i had fun with this one :333 (also you just finished school right? i think u deserve a cat hehe:33)

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.”

//hybrid (kitty levi), angst with a happy ending, insecure levi>>, domestic, modern au | ~0.9k

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Levi doesn’t know what’s wrong. He just knows that something is wrong.

Once he noticed the slightest shift in your routine, and by extension his, he noticed more and more cracks in your day-to-day normalcy.

Regardless of how early you need to get up and be at work, he inevitably wakes up too. He bumps your temple with his forehead, and soon follows you downstairs.

But then you started telling him to go back to bed. It’s early.

You’re distracted. It takes a few pushes to get you to notice or answer him, like he’s become something of a phantom. He’s wondered if he’s annoying you, but would it be possible that he’s transformed into a constant annoyance, as you’ve been constantly distracted?

That question leads him down dark paths.

Needless to say, conversations are shallow and minimal. He’s quit curling up for his nap with you on your days off and cleans or hides, like he used to.

Sometimes, he’s out of the house when you come home for your lunch break. The love notes, marked by a smiley face or heart haven’t stopped, but he’s noticed the tone change, the guard the anxious letters hold up. In the last week he’s begun procrastinating to read them after his afternoon nap. He’s been on edge, and so, relegating himself to his routine spot on the couch is just impossible when he can’t get comfortable.

Instead, like the dark thoughts, he’s begun sitting in the back of your closet behind the clothes like he used to do before you met, mostly as a child, his tail resting protectively around his legs. He annoys himself. He doesn’t know what he’s hiding from.

When you get home from work, you barely meet him with a kiss, and then it’s to your office to work some more.

Levi’s willing to and enjoys cooking dinner for you both. It’s just been unnerving and strange since you stopped popping your head in to help like you usually do.

He’s gotten snappy in the last day or two as a result, without any of his consent. He doesn’t know what to do with what he’s feeling, and he definitely doesn’t understand why you’re changing around him, so it’s just there. Confusion, and worry, and growing resentment.

If something was wrong, you tell him. Why won’t you tell him?

He didn’t follow you yesterday when you got out of bed for work. You must know he’s pretending to be asleep when you do.

Today is your day off, and yet, he wakes up when you wakes up, and the sun has barely risen.

Then he hears retching.

He pops his head up, ears pressed down and back, and paces to the bathroom after you. True, you’ve been avoiding him, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to help.

Your head is raised when he gets to the doorway, clutching your stomach. Your eyes lock.

For once, he doesn’t know how to talk to you.

“You’re sick.” He walks closer.

"No… It's okay—”

You're interrupted by another gag, forcing you over the bowl again. In the background, you manage to pick up on him dropping down behind you. A blessing—he scoops up your hair, pinning it away from anywhere near your face.

“Don’t be stupid. Let me hold your hair back, at least.”

You don't have the energy to turn him away anymore even if, by some stretch of the imagination, you wanted to.

When the nausea is finished torturing you, you rest on your heels and slap the handle to flush it away. At least that’s over with.

He helps you to your feet, a damp cloth in hand to wipe the sweat from your forehead and temples, then your mouth.

His ears are pointed back the whole time, but you know it isn't the task itself that's making him unhappy. Even when you've been so fucking unfair to him, he isn't anything other than loyal and doting. You want to cry.

His eyes grow a little wider when he notices, and then pauses. "…What…”

"Levi..." you whimper, hanging your head. “I think I'm pregnant.”

Silence. Tense, thick silence you couldn’t hope to cut with the sharpest knife. His only reaction is a stammer in breath.

You shake your head, unsure what for. “No… I know I am. I took two tests, I just didn’t tell you because—because… It scared the shit out of me. I was trying to figure out how to tell you. I’m sorry.”

You raise your head. He stares blankly for one more moment, his lips part, and then he’s crushing you in a hug.

“Levi—” you hug him back.

“Pregnant…” he mutters on bated breath. He rests his head on your shoulder. You relax like the anxiety has been knocked out of you. You notice his tail twitching in restrained excitement.

“You idiot—Why would you need to be scared with me here? You don’t have anything to worry about now.”

You nod in quick, rapid motions. You’re really crying now, you’re so relieved, so grateful, so happy.

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#2.5k.event #levi x reader #levi ackerman drabble #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi fluff #kitty levi

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jjtheresidentbaby · 10 months

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HELLO LOVE!!! @bebbie-bilinski AGAIN!!

ok like we discussed this is def gonna be a more hurt/comfort oriented request :P

as always regressor!stiles and cg!derek at the loft haha

ok i was wondering if you could maybe do something where stiles is upset -very upset- we're talking ugly crying inconsolable throwing pillows full speed at walls that sort of upset tho im not too sure as to why he could be upset maybe its all the stress of having near death experiences thanks to the supernatural world or maybe its due to thinking about past trauma too much (or take some creative liberties! u know i'll eat it up regardless) im thinking stiles will be big during this and derek tries frantically to help in whatever way he can and once hes calmed down hes just too exhausted to do anything else but regress and recuperate from all the big emotions :P then its all derek asking what stiles wants to get comfy and big ol clueless stares from stiles cus he has no idea what he wants lol im not sure if id rather they be alone when stiles regresses or maybe peters there too anyways theres obligatory cuddles in big comfy t shirts and!! itty-bitty-baby regressor stiles coded pretty please (´∀｀)♡ ! god im so sorry this is so long i hope that was detailed enough!

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|| stiles stilinski & derek hale & peter hale || read on ao3

notes: this got requested and hour ago and I’m already answering it & it’s midnight, someone pray for me

warnings: set after s3 before s4, mentions/talk of void stiles, crying, angst, hurt/comfort, pet names, Peter being referred to as “papa”

Derek watches in horror as Stiles scream sobs in the middle of the lofts living room, his hands are grabbing at his throat as though he can’t breathe, body halfway bent in on itself as he only grows louder. Derek doesn’t know what to do. Stiles had texted him asking if he could come over, saying he felt upset and maybe a slip coming, Derek of course replied immediately saying he’d be waiting.

What Derek didn’t expect was to open the loft door to Stiles already crying, thick tears staining his pale skin and hiccuping breaths leaving his chest. Derek had tried to pull Stiles into his arms, the little usually clings to Derek when upset, but he got pushed away from. There’s been no explanation as to why Stiles is so upset but that doesn’t seem to matter to Derek, he’s too heartbroken to think about it.

“Stiles, Stiles please breathe, it’s okay.” Whether or not Stiles can even hear Derek’s voice is really up for debate, Derek keeps trying anyways. His own tears threatening to spill when Stiles’ knees shake and he drops to the ground, Derek right by his side.

“I can’t- I can’t Der, I can’t!” Small red lines appear on Stiles’ throat where he scratches at the skin, Hale catching his wrists before it can get any worse. The last thing he needs is to try and preform first aid while Stiles is in this state.

“Can’t what? What is it baby? Talk to me.” It shakes coming out of Derek’s mouth, hating how Stiles cries even harder.

“It’s too much! I don’t want it!” Stiles sobs before falling into Derek’s chest, screaming as loud as he can get before another sob bubbles from his throat.

“What don’t you want? You gotta talk to me, let me help.” Derek’s voice is hoarse with desperation, allowing Stiles to hit at his sides after Derek releases his wrists.

“All of it! I- I remember it all Der, I don’t want it, please. Please make it go away.” The begging tone and pleading eyes sent Derek’s way is enough for his breath to catch. He suddenly knows what this is all about, void Stiles, the hell that happened last year and still haunts his little night and day. Hale can’t imagine what it felt like to have someone control Stiles’ mind like that, but he knows what Stiles tells him, and that alone is enough to make Derek nauseous.

“It wasn’t you, it wasn’t you baby. It’s okay.” He soothes the best he can despite knowing how little it really does. Nothing can fix what happened, or the results it left behind.

“I don’t want to remember, I hate it. I wanna go back, let me go back.” Stiles’ hands cling around Dereks neck, fingers pulling at the t shirt he has on so tightly the material could rip.

“Go back where?” If there’s a place Stiles wants to go that’ll comfort him Derek will move hell on earth to get him there.

“To before. When- when void didn’t exist, to before it all happened.” Oh.

“Oh honey…” Derek has no words to say, he can only pull Stiles up into his lap more and rub his hand down the brunettes back. There’s still small whimpers and tears spilling from Stiles, Derek hates that he can’t make it all feel better, that he can’t take this kind of hurt away. He wishes he could hold Stiles’ hand and watch his veins turn black as he drained Stiles of his pain, but this isn’t physical, and there’s no easy fix to it.

“I want papa.” There’s a tremble when Stiles talks, he’s obviously dropped into his regression, a younger headspace from what Derek can tell just by his voice. And he wants Peter. Derek knows Peter went out to the grocery store at least an hour ago, he hopes he’ll be getting back soon.

“I’ll text him, okay?” Stiles nods along, eyes already drooping with exhaustion from his overwhelmed state. The attire he has on can’t be comfortable, jeans and a t shirt is fine while big but Hale knows Stiles will want something softer in his regressed state.

With that, Derek decides Stiles should change and quickly picks him up to walk them over to Peters bedroom, knowing that Stiles will want to wear something of Peters if he’s not here. He always likes to have something of one of his caregivers on, whether it he Derek’s hoodie or Peters shirt all depends on who Stiles is feeling clinger towards.

“Which one do you wanna wear?” The top drawer of Peters dresser is open wide enough for Stiles to see each t shirt folded neatly, Peters always been a precise person and his organization never fails to portray that.

“Do you want me to pick for you?” After a long beat of silence where Stiles only stares blankly into the drawer Derek figures he’d have a better bet choosing himself. Stiles nods in approval before Hale grabs the cranberry red t shirt that he knows is oversized even for Peter so it should be hanging off of Stiles, how he likes his shirts to be when small.

“Alright buddy let me text your papa and then we’ll get you out of those clothes.” A quick text messily explaining everything that just happened gets sent out quickly to Peter, he replies immediately, assuring Derek he’d be home as soon as he could and that grocery shopping would have to wait.

Once Stiles is changed into a small pair of pajama shorts and Peters shirt, him and Derek curl into the couch together. There’s a kids show playing lowly but neither are paying attention. Stiles is chewing the collar of Peters shirt, having refused a tether or pacifier, and Derek’s busy focusing in on Stiles’ heartbeat. It’s normal, not spiking in anxiety or panic, he should be relaxing with that information. He can’t. His brain is too busy running through what possibly could’ve happened to trigger Stiles like that.

It could’ve been his own overthinking, that’s happened a couple times, but never lead to that intense of a reaction. Derek prays silently that it wasn’t somebody saying something to upset Stiles, or a random bout of flashbacks as that always leaves Stiles restless for at least a few days if not a full week.

“Munchkin! What happened?!” Peters booming voice cuts through Derek’s thoughts and he’s quickly met with Peter barreling over to where the two are on the couch. Stiles instantaneously climbs off of Derek to cling around Peter with a happy giggle at Peter hugging him in close. At least he’s calmed down now.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Seconds pass where Stiles just stares at Peter, the older Hale obviously growing more concerned as his brow furrows and Derek swears his eyes couldn’t grow any wider.

“Papa!” Stiles finally bursts out and latches around Peter again, it makes both the caregivers give out a small sigh of relief and chuckle at Stiles’ endless need for affection and his lack of communication skills in baby space.

Derek knows he and Peter will have to talk about what happened once Stiles goes to sleep, which shouldn’t be too far away with how tired he looks. The questions buzzing in his head will have to wait to get answered, and Peter might genuinely never let Stiles leave the loft again, but for now Derek leans back into the couch and tries to relax. Peter gives him a knowing look, that one that says he can feel how much tension Derek still holds about the situation, he lets Peter knock his shoulder into Derek in support. They’ll figure it out.

#jj writes #teen wolf agere #little!stiles #caregiver!derek hale #caregiver!peter hale #stiles stilinski #derek hale #peter hale #derek hale & peter hale & stiles stilinski

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strawberry-barista · 8 days

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

NAME : Kohitsuji PRONOUNS :She/Her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : Honestly, if we're mutuals I generally prefer discord because it's something I will be notified on regardless of whether I'm on my computer or not or even which account I'm on. But I also don't mind using tumblr ims or whatever is best for my partners. NAME OF MUSE(S) : Sanae Hanekoma (@strawberry-barista), Wataru Koketsu, Megumi Kitaniji, Ryoji, MKN/Mikan, Yodai Higashizawa (@networkscrambled), Haruto Abe (@falseapostle), Aku (@mystical-strawberry-sheep), Souan Awaki, Kaoru Rindo (@enchantedbrew), Mr. Saguaro (@sweetlesson), Director Cyrano (@blueskilled), Byron Rosfield (@phoenixcoin) EXPERIENCE / HOW LONG ( MONTHS / YEARS? ) : Lord, I don't even remember. For a really long time, since I was in grade school. There's at least over 10 years in there somewhere. BEST EXPERIENCE : Oh man. I don't think I could really make a decision like that. I have so many fond memories here already. I've loved every moment I've spent writing with Dusty and Morty and Willow and J and Alex and Egg and Katee and Roxy and Seb and Kellin and Ruby and and... I love everyone. I have had so much fun and I love everyone. RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : The more I experience callouts and cancellations and things like that, the less okay with it I am. I think I will never make it a rule for my partners to not participate in that stuff because I know everyone is going to have a line where they feel like it's necessary, but I'm legitimately never going to participate or even listen to it myself. I used to sit on this line of "if someone is legitimately dangerous, I should not interact with them", but oftentimes the information I get to inform me that someone is dangerous just does not seem very well put together and reads a lot like yellow journalism in which things are cut and edited in such a way that the full context is totally missing. It feels misleading and purposefully made to start drama, and I really don't feel good about it. I don't think I can even stand by that previous standard I used to have anymore. I just straight up don't believe them, and if someone is legitimately dangerous, I guess I'll have to learn that for myself.

Especially when someone used to be problematic and are trying to apologize and make up for it and grow as a person. I don't feel like it's fair to force people out of a community because of past grievances that they are actively trying to grow past and not repeat. I understand past victims have no obligation to try to reach out again, but I still don't feel like that's reason enough to make sure no one ever gives them another chance.

I think this is the first and only post in which I'm going to go this in-depth about this, because I feel like someone is going to start calling me out just for having this stance. 😂 MUSE PREFERENCES FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT : Smut is almost never gonna happen with me. I will use it strictly to explore the potential of emotional exploration through the medium of physical touch and it's gonna be a whole thing if it does happen. Fluff and angst are loved tremendously and equally, however, I try not to write angst on this blog anymore because there was a time in which I was upsetting a lot of people with those kinds of posts. PLOTS OR MEMES : I am so terrible at plotting I run my blog almost entirely on memes. However, for folks that prefer plotting I will absolutely do my best. I just have a really hard time imagining specifics for my characters and have come to understand that I likely don't even really know how to plot properly? Because I thought it was sitting down to form a reason for characters to interact and like, a story arc and how we were going to get there and all that. But I've recently discovered it's mostly just independently talking about your muses to each other and their personal experiences...? I don't really know how to do it. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : The only thing that really matters to me is that there is something to respond to. Multiple replies in a row that are all just one line, however, makes me really uncomfortable. It feels like I'm not worth the time to respond to. I can have really short maybe 2 paragraph responses myself most of the time, but I can enough anything as short as just one paragraph to multiple paragraphs, as long as I have somewhere to go after that. BEST TIME TO WRITE : Generally I have the most time to do so from 6:30 am-ish to like 2:50 pm-ish. I might write after this on mobile, but usually after that time folks are home and I have things I have to do with them. And even then, my writing times can vary wildly and I will come on and off sporadically. I do the housework in my family unit so I have both all the time in the world and no time whatsoever at the same time. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : The only muse I'm even remotely like is Aku, who is a self-insert character. I try to play all of my muses the way I think they would in their canon universes and try really hard not to break the canon already established for them. If you can see me in any muse besides Aku, I'm doing my job poorly and I need to be informed.

tagged by: @charlotte-liddel

tagging: Anyone that wants to steal from me!

#anonymity annoying me ⤙ooc⤚⚄#read by someone taken as a good one ⤙dash⤚⚄

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preetkiran1016 · 7 months

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Dear Santa

Hi!!!! i'm preet! It's good to meet ya, and i hope we have a great time this seekrit santa season!! We've matched together, so i can assume we both love these characters a hell of a whole bunch- I want you to know that i already know ill love whatever you're going to come up with, and i can't wait to see what your creativity brings!!!

my DNW is pretty short, but i always add them just in case! so, no ddlg/scat/sounding/character deaths please. just know that i'm super grateful to be a part of this, and that i'll love any fan-work you bring to the table, especially in a fandom thats well into its third decade, yet welcomes new members like me with open arms.

If you'd like, i have some further details on the requests, so take a look! if you'd prefer to take your own spin on them, feel free!!!

request 1:

Benton fraser/ray kowalski

im a sucker for them being cute together! i'd love something fluffy! it's up to you for whatever scenario you like, but i do confess a fondness for winter/snow shenanigans and cuddling for warmth, and drinking hot cider or hot chocolate together. Regardless, im sure ill love whatever you come up with!!

request 2:

Benton Fraser & Robert "Bob" Fraser & Maggie Mackenzie

i mean, they really should've had one holiday or family dinner together don't you think? any familiy event with lots of ghost shenanigans would be great!

request 3:

Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski/Mark Smithbauer

not gonna lie i love a little jealousy thrown in with my threesomes/throuples XD who's jealous of who in this relationship depends on you! Have fun with it and go nuts! (angst is good as long as its a happy ending!)

request 4:

Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio

the sky's the limit! perhaps post cotw, growing pains and fluff? moving to canada together? or staying in chicago? to be honest id be delighted by anything (angst is a okay! as long as we get a happy ending)

request 5:

Victoria Metcalf & None

i just really love victoria. maybe a fic about her life after victoria's secret? does she ever go back to see Fraser? does she watch through press coverage? does she see his new relationships? or does she just move on and think of him fondly/angrily from time to time, building her own life? (if she does go back- perhaps some background rayk/fraser or rayk/fraser/rayv she can get jealous about). to be fair i'd love anything you come up with!!

Thank you so much for making something for me this christmas Santa! I can't wait, and i hope you'll have as much fun as i will writing this event!

Yours-

preetkiran1016

#due south seekrit santa #Dear Santa #dsss #seekrit santa #gift exchange #due south #dsss2023 #dsss 2023

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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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okay i cant talk about this with anybody else so forgove the word vomit im about to do

gosh i just want to say you really got me with 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒖!!! ive never rooted for a character so much and you got me believing omega was gonna be different but the way you described her downfall was just so good i didnt have any reason to object it and when she was just accepting it because of the pain and everything shes feeling i was also just accepting and and gosh you broke my heart in the best way i love you so much<3 and although i am happy for omega finding some acceptance and peace with what she has i just cant stop imagining the nightmares and the way deep inside omega is always gonna be scared and resentful of nick because of the life she couldve had with james 😫😭😔

+ and ohhmyy i just now that james would appear in her memory sometime and ohhh specially when she has kids!!!!!! can you imagine if she named the kid james lmaoooo the fucking angst yow like reader couldve forgot james because of stockholm syndrome but then when her pup was a boy immediately when she has him she just say james and look at nick with glimmering eyes because she didnt even mean it to spite him it just came naturally and nick would finally realize that even though he has her as his thats just it a simple possession not really love

+ another idea in my head that keeps replaying is omega having that genuine fear in her no matter how long or loving nick has become lets say he moved too fast? omega. will. flinch. he shouts at somebody else? omega. will. start. crying. he tried to discipline the kids? omega will fucking beg him not to hurt them!!!!! and ohhh the domino effect on that like imagine their children seeing their beloved sweet caring mom begging for their dad not to hurt them even if he hadnt and they will start looking at their dad strangely to disgustingly as they grow up because they start piecing things together 😭😭😭

really i just want nick to hurt lmao but anywhore idk what route you’re gonna go with this au but just so you know i am so here for it!!! break my heart and do whatever you want honey i love you so much<3

- a fan kdjdicnidncxksmx

oh my gosh what an ask to wake up to.

I’m blown away by your passion for the series. It really warms my heart and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. when times are tough, which they often are, it’s engagement like this that keeps me creating. thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed following puppy on her journey from independent, living her own life, to Nick’s omega.

your ideas into the AU are really wonderful, and I love hearing where your mind has gone with it. while I’ve mentioned in passing Nick and puppy having kids down the line, because they would, it’s not something I would personally write. I don’t write fics that have children as characters, just my personal thing. but, I agree that it would be an interesting dynamic for sure. It’s something Nick certainly isn’t interested in at the current point in the AU. there’s too much going on in his life, new omega, flourishing career, all that jazz.

plus, not having them for a number of years means that life with puppy will be domesticated at that point, and he might not actually run into many issues with her. he’s creating a life partner for himself, and his plan is to have her happy with him. he wants a happy omega on his terms. while her fear is fun, it’s a novelty that would wear off for Nick. in the end he wants a doting partner, which he is creating step by step with the support of his friends and colleagues.

there definitely is an innate fear when Nick raises his voice though. even in her most stockholmed state, hearing a prime alpha yell is something that would even have alphas shivering. Nick is the kind of alpha that exudes dominance, so he’s intimidating regardless of the history.

I fucking love you, thank you for this ask. it’s made my fucking year. I can’t wait to share more of the AU with you.

#ambs answers #cherished anons #thank you so much 🥺#clockwork au #nick fowler

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actualbird · 2 years

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greetings once more, zak!

i just read your response to my previous ask and was delighted with the content you responded with! i felt that my question was satisfyingly answered with bonus content added! you don’t need to apologise for writing 2k words, i enjoyed every bit of it, regardless of whether or not it was something in the ask!

i will now be thinking of the crumbs of von hagen family (which are all tinged with some degree of angst fjldyskhykfdye) taking place in this wingfic au (which, in my mind, dials up the angst waaaaayy higher HAHA)

as well as emotional-feelsy scenarios of the nxx polycule (mainly with the bedrock of content and analyses you’ve written out for them) happening in this au

thank you once more and i hope you have a pleasant rest of your day!

ଘ ʕ ੭ ◕ ᴥ ◕ ʔ ੭〜⊹ :･ﾟ✧

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irt my overly complicated tot wingfic au

salutations, fleurdelis!! i just realized both ur asks start w "greetings" it feels so delightfully fancy hehe

im glad u enjoyed the ramble :DDD!!! i really just ajhfkjhsf Went Off, it was all churning in my brain for days and ur ask blessedly broke the dam. i support u in ur endeavor to imagine angsty happenings with the von hangups family. i mean von hagen family. i mean---same thing, really, HAHA

and OH OH!!! SPEAKING OF EMOTIONAL-FEELSY SCENARIOS OF THE NXX!!!

i forgot to mention in my last reponse that in this au, grooming somebody else's wings is a Personal thing. like, it's considered rude/strange to touch the wings of somebody youre not friends with. same way u dont get headpats from somebody sitting next to u on the bus, but for wings, it's Much More Personal.

touching, grooming, and preening are reserved for either family or those one considers close to them. theres a Trust Thing going on here, cuz the wings are a manifestation of who that person is, to some extent.

now with that in place: please imagine that the nxx team, slowly growing closer and trusting each other more and more, eventually become super okay with preening each other's wings. it starts with casual things like

marius: yyyyyyyoink artem: huh. what did y--- marius: you had a feather all sideways, it wouldve started itching if u didnt straighten it out artem: oh, thank you

and it takes artem like a full half hour to realize that he was Okay With That. which means marius has passed well within the territory of Important Loved One, Part Of The Flock

and then this happens with everybody in different iterations to the point that even vyn doesnt mind when the others pet his wings for stress relief cuz his feathers are the softest (he takes much pride in that, thank you very much)

basically, theyre all gonna end up in a group hug pile of feathers one day

#fleurdelis!anon #asks #i care them VERY MUCH they will HELP EACH OTHER DURING MOLTS!!!!

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caramellody · 3 years

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Not my 3am brain wanting to come up with an investigations-styled DGS au

#dgs2 spoilers #in tags #okay but hear me out: a 3d investigations game where its not point and click and its a full 3d world and stuff #and it takes mostly takes place durring those 6 months between dgs 1 and 2 when ginas starting out as an apprentice #maybe have a post dgs2 scene right at the end but the whole thing takes place durring the 2 games #and it revolves moreso around ginas growing desire for detective work n stuff #great detective sherlock holmes is there but less for dedution dances and mkre as like a haha cameo #and its moroso about gina and gregsons whole dynamic and how she grew to respect him #bc like. i love these two but i 100% cant blame her for being reluctant at first regardless of what herlock says #bc gregson literally struck a deal that wouldve pinned her for murder #of COURSE shed be bitter about that but i think itd definitely be a resentmwnt that goes away over time itd just be near if we saw that #anyway im rambling and i know theres some things thatd need clarification for it to work #but i just think a 3d aai would be pretty sexy and even sexier if it was a dgs aai game staring gina lestrade #with forshadowing angst about the reaper and the eternal bittersweetness lf it all bc we all know how this ends #val rambles

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baekhansol · 2 years

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Requiem Chapter 4: Conversations

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : supernatural/thriller/action/fantasy + a bit of angst?

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : werewolf!skz x f/nb!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.9k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : talk of abuse, reader mentions dad was a pedophile (in relation to them)

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : discussing things with Chan is easy, but awkward.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : I didn't have anyone beta read this, so hopefully I found all of my mistakes >.< I'm also sorry this chapter is significantly shorter than previous ones. I just... wanted to post something.

additionally, please make sure to reblog so that people can see this, considering the state of tumblr's tags. and comments are lovely too.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

After reading the email, you easily ate your soup, and after a little while longer, you decided to go speak to Chan. “Will you take me upstairs?” you ask Hyunjin, looking up at him.

“Are you wanting to talk with him?” he asks, moving to get up.

“Please,” you murmur with a nod. You take the hand he offers you and slides it around your waist when you let go, guiding you to the stairs.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk? Do you want me to carry you up?” Hyunjin asks.

When you shake your head, he helps you up the first step before following behind you. Hyunjin keeps his hands firmly around your waist in case you were to stumble or fall. It made you feel silly and childish, but you were thankful for it regardless.

“Channie hyung!” Hyunjin calls, wrapping his arm back around your waist once at the top of the stairs.

“Coming!” he calls, coming out of his office. “Oh, hey Y/N,” he says, smiling. “You ready?” Chan asks, playing with his hands as his smile grows.

“Yeah, I think so,” you nod, glancing up at Hyunjin as he continues to help you down the hallway.

“Hehe! Great!” he says, giving you a goofy smile.

Hyunjin helps you down the hallway and into a chair in Chan’s office, excusing himself.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” You finally ask Chan.

“Well, there’s a few of them,” he admits, sitting back down and letting his computer idle, focusing on you. “The first thing is I want to apologize, because I think I was rude to you when you asked about us being registered. I want to go ahead and do that, and I was told that you would help me do so?”

You giggle a little, nodding. “Yeah, I got an email earlier and… well, that’ll be my new mandatum!”

“I think this one will work out, don’t you?” Chan says with a soft laugh.

“Most definitely,” you agree, smiling brightly. “Do you want to do it now, or-?” you begin, unsure.

“No, I just want to talk right now… about.. Quite a few things. The first thing… Well, I should just get it over with. We have a really strong sense of smell. And like wolves and other animals, we can smell pheromones, which… basically means we can tell when someone is horny,” Chan says, rubbing the back of his neck as his face turns red. “And I know it’s not something you can control, and I’m sure any of us wouldn’t mind giving you space, but as your mate…. Well, it affects us too…”

“Oh God, did Jisung know?” you ask, feeling the blood drain from your face as pure embarrassment washes over you. How could you ever face the man ever again?

Chan doesn’t say anything, but his silence is enough of an answer.

“I knew I shouldn’t have done anything!” you groan, facepalming with your good hand. “Am I supposed to apologize? Wouldn’t that make it worse?” you ask him for advice, glancing up at him.

“I think he would just get embarrassed then too. So… I wouldn’t say anything, honestly. I just thought you should know,” Chan admits with a shrug.

“Do the others know?”

Chan bites his lip, drumming his fingers on the desk. You feel your heart drop as dread overtakes you, and you wish you could just hide.

“Well, we can communicate telepathically… and sometimes people aren’t always good at keeping their thoughts to themselves… so if they were awake, they know,” Chan admits.

You had known about their telepathy some, but knowing that made you want to sink into the cushions and disappear like lost change.

“Which… more or less brings me to another very important subject,” Chan says, folding his hands together in his lap, a leg beginning to shake.

You tilt your head in inquiry, and he continues. “Every so often, werewolves go through mating season. You may be aware, but for wolves, mating season is between February and March. For werewolves, it’s December through about March. Some packs will have a second mating season in May through August. So far we have not, but before now none of us had found our mate, and we are finally used to our new climate and territory… all of which are factors that can cause a second mating season,” he explains.

“It’s… That’s now…”

“Correct. I think it would be safest for you to not be here while… some of us are in rut, at the very least.”

Before you could ask what Chan meant by a rut, he continued.

“A rut is what a male werewolf experiences every year once he reaches maturity. So, puberty. For females, it is a heat. Once her body reaches maturity, her heat is a sign that she can get pregnant. I’m not… actually sure if they can get pregnant outside of their heats…” Chan admits, his cheeks very red. “Anyways, it depends on your biological sex. So. We all have ruts. Both make you want to have children..”

“You get incredibly horny, got it,” you laugh, trying to make the situation less awkward.

“Yeah, it’s… yeah…” Chan says, nodding and looking away at anything but you. After a moment, he clears his throat. “Some of us are a lot better at keeping themselves in control and I… am not one of them.”

“I expected that,” you admit, shrugging. He was the alpha, after all.

Chan laughs, deciding to take your words as a compliment. “It doesn’t last for three months straight. Mine tends to be twelve days, while Minho’s is only four. The average is about a week, and they can repeat. I will have mine each month, whereas Hyunjin tends to just have his in December for a week.”

“Hopefully not on Christmas?”

“Sometimes on Christmas,” he regretfully confirms.

“Damn,” you curse.

“Anyways, my point is that… you shouldn’t be here then. At least not while I’m in rut. I don’t think you should be alone with your hand how it is though either, and I don’t want you thinking you aren’t welcome here. You are always welcome here. But I want you to be safe and feel safe…”

“I do have a home, Chan. I’m not… a lone hunter…” you tell him, a strong pang of guilt suddenly shooting through your heart. You had left your mom alone for months. You knew someone was taking care of her, but it wasn’t you. You had a responsibility to her.

Chan can sense your unease, and frowns slightly. “I didn’t mean to imply that you didn’t,” he says, shaking his head.

“You’ve never asked about my family before, you know,” you say quietly.

“No, and you’ve not asked about mine either,” he says, his lips curling up slightly. “Tell me about your parents. What’s your dad like? Your mom?”

You take a deep breath, remembering your exercises from therapy. “Well, my mom is… completely dependent. When I was little… Well, I came home after school one day after being at a friend’s, and she and my dad were fighting. But… it was actually a ghoul that had shapeshifted to look like my dad…” you begin to explain, pausing and taking more breaths to keep yourself steady and calm. “It… wasn’t an unusual scene; them fighting. The ghoul fell down the stairs and the mirror shattered and killed it… and my mom has never been the same woman.

“My dad, from what I remember of him… Well, he was an asshole. He fought with my mom a lot, and she tried to protect me from him. Sometimes when she wasn’t there… he…” your voice breaks at this point, and you clench your hands into fists. Your nails dug into your left palm, while your right twitches in a pathetic attempt to copy it.

“He was a pedophile,” you say louder than you mean to, and you’re nearly positive that the others could have heard you from downstairs.

Chan pauses, his eyes softening. "I am so sorry. That shouldn't happen to anyone," he says, slowly taking your hand. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we won't do anything without your clear consent, no matter how small. Okay?"

You shyly nod, glancing down.

"And feel free to tell us if something makes you uncomfortable. We want you to feel welcomed and safe here… okay?"

"Okay…" you softly murmur, nodding.

"I'll go ahead and work on the paperwork for now," Chan says, opening up what you sent him and beginning to work on it.

You go downstairs and the house is eerily empty, and you have a sinking feeling everyone is avoiding you.

You end up outside and at the healing house, taking a deep breath before going inside. You smile when Seungmin turns to greet you, and he mirrors the action.

"Can we work on some hand exercises now?" You ask him hopefully.

“Yes, actually,” he responds, seemingly searching for something. He eventually brings you a stress ball, a bright yellow with a smiley face. “Try squeezing this. I’ll have to look up more exercises online for you though, to be honest. That way I can also print off images for it too!”

You take the ball, doing your best to squeeze it.

“Don’t strain yourself too much. Aim for five times, then take a short break, and repeat it three times for a total of fifteen squeezes.”

“Just fifteen?” you ask, glancing over at him again.

“Can you even do one as much as your left hand?” he asks, and you try squeezing it with your left hand.

“No…” you awkwardly admit, frowning slightly.

“Fifteen it is.”

Fifteen was harder than you expected, but you were pleased that you could at least hold onto the ball.

“Take it with you when you go,” Seungmin says when you finish.

“To remember you by?” you tease, attempting to throw it at him.

It misses him, but you are glad to see that it went past him. At least the rest of your arm had some strength.

“No, to keep doing that every day. And maybe throw it at the others who go with you,” he suggests.

“Play catch with puppies?” you tease a little.

“I’m not sure who will be going with you, but don’t say that to Minho,” Seungmin warns, grinning back.

“Now you catch,” he says as he picks it up and gently tosses it.

You miss it, as you expected.

“You’ll get there,” he encourages you.

After Seungmin shows you a few more exercises, Jisung comes to check on you. Upon seeing him, you feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“I came to see how things were going?” he awkwardly starts, his eyes darting to Seungmin.

“I’d say better than I was expecting,” you say with a shrug.

“They’re doing well,” Seungmin agrees.

“Well, um, Chan wanted me to come and say he can work on the paperwork with you after dinner tonight… and that he thinks you should leave tomorrow morning.”

You blink at Jisung’s words, surprised that he wanted you gone so quickly. You suppose it was best; your mom could think you were dead by now.

Before any more dreadful thoughts could surface, Seungmin said, “Yeah, we can tell he will be in rut soon.”

You nod, uncertain how to respond. Was it good for you to avoid it? What if you wanted to help? Would it be too dangerous with your injury? You grimace at the thought, shaking your head to free yourself of them. The action only sometimes worked.

“It’ll be easy for me to pack my things, in that case,” you finally say with the slightest of shrugs.

“Yeah, I guess so…” Jisung agrees. You knew immediately neither of them were happy with the situation, but they also knew it was for the best.

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elysianslove · 3 years

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Omgg hello!! I love your writing I recently got into jujutsu kaisen and IM LOVING IT I'm a sucker for pain if it isn't too much could I request 14,28,35 from the angst prompt for Gojou Satoru with his fem s/o who's also a sorcerer. It's okay if you dont want to answer it I love reading your work regardless ❤ Thank youu!

hi hi hi!!!! thank you so much!! also same i love angst sm i hope you like this!! <3

warnings; mentions and descriptions of blood and pain

500 Follower Event; 14. “i can’t lose you.” 28. desperately trying to stop their s/o from bleeding out, 35. convincing their hurt partner they’re okay when they’re not ━ satoru gojō

the first thing you notice isn’t the blood pooling at your chest, staining and drenching your shirt. it isn’t even the pain that’s blooming where you were attacked, or the numbness that’s invading your senses. it’s him. it’s gojō. he’s all you can see for miles, all you can feel when he runs to you and gathers you in his arms, preventing you from slumping to the ground. he hurriedly cradles you to his chest, the curse now eliminated and exorcized, the only thing on his mind is you.

when you’re safe in his arms, you relax, and let yourself feel the pain. he’s so warm against you, or maybe it’s that you’re too cold, maybe that’s why you’re shivering so awfully. either way, he’s warm, and he’s comforting. he’s home. he whispers your name, once, twice, thrice, his shaky hands pushing at your chest, attempting to stop the relentless flow of blood. through half lidded eyes, you see him, and it’s in a state you’ve never before. his eyes are unsteady, uncertain and unsure as they find yourself, eyebrows furrowed and an unsettling grimace on his face. he looks scared. gojō looks scared.

in all the years you’ve known him, with all the curses you’ve defeated with him, with all the training you’ve endured with him, with all the arguments you’ve moved past with him, and all the loving kisses and embraces in between, you’ve never seen him scared. maybe worried, occasionally, but there’s always some sort of teasing smile behind it, reassuring you, reassuring him. but it’s not there today, not now. he struggles to keep his eyes free of fresh tears as he sees you choke on the lack of air in your lungs and the blood invading them.

his hand push harder against your chest, and you wince beneath his grasp. he’s apologizing, endlessly, like this is his fault. “you’re okay,” he promises, but at the sight of withering form, he’s reminded awfully of a plant he forgets to water, and he knows its empty. “you’re okay, i’m so sorry, you’re okay.” you hate the wavering of his voice, how it cracks under the pressure of holding back the onslaught of tears, how he’s struggling to keep himself composed.

the pain is growing impossibly within you, feeling hot and bothersome. it’s excruciating, and dizzying, and nauseating, but oddly enough, it’s numbing. it hurts so bad that you can’t feel anything at all. you’re not sure how long it’s been, but time is painstakingly slow like this, so it doesn’t matter. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he repeats. “you’re okay.”

he feels so far away, even if he says it right to you, only to you, only for you to hear. it’s enchanting. his voice is magical, and you’re okay with it being the last thing you hear. you’re with him now, you’re with him always. you can feel a tear slide down your cheek, but with the proximity he has to you, you’re not sure who it belongs to. as the world fades into nothingness around you, you sigh, a last, singular breath, as you hear, “i love you. i can’t lose you, i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you.” you wish you could ease it on him, but you can’t and all you can hope and pray is that he knows just how much you love him too.

500 Follower Event is now closed!

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shotorozu · 3 years

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Heyhey! It's 20th november here and uh, it's my birthday! Yeepee yoohoo or whatevs i suppose, um, is it okay if i request Bakugou, Todoroki, and Tamaki with an S/O who's crying on their bday? Like maybe life has been hard on them for the last few months and now everyone is pressuring them using "act more mature" or "you're old enough to stop acting like a kid" or sumn, and the fact that they're getting older just kinda makes them sad cuz now people are going to expect MORE from them. I hope that's aight, thanks✨💕

aaa happy birthday :) if you’re experiencing that then i’m sorry :(( you’re supposed to feel special on your birthday, so this is my birthday treat to you 🤍

you’re sad on your birthday

characters : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, amajiki tamaki

legend : [Y/N = your name] i’ll use they/them pronouns. reader has a strong quirk

fic type : headcanons [comfort; angst-ish to fluff]

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bakugou katsuki

he likes to pretend he doesn’t really care that much about your birthday

again, he’s pretty tsundere— that’s how katsuki is

IN REALITY

katsuki cares about your birthday a lot

he’s been saving up for your gift for a few months, and he will NOT fuck this up

so, he’s kinda shocked when he sees your melancholic expression the entire day

you’re someone that’s usually pretty laid back, and you seem pretty carefree

you do what you want, even if it seems a little immature at some times

but— why do you look that way??

so he comes to confront you around dinner time while holding his gift behind his back, asking what the hell is wrong with you

but your eyes,, they’re teary eyed

“what’s wrong idiot?? isn’t it your birthday??”

he’s kinda confused, but his spirit is right

“i don’t know katsuki, it’s like it’s crashing down on me”

your room is dark, so he places the gift onto your desk quietly— before running his hands along the side of your arms

“talk to me, idiot. what’s on your mind?”

and that’s when you voice all your worries.

on how you’re getting older and older by the second. even though you guys are still young, the expectations people have on you are building up on you

“everyone says im being ‘immature’ for my age, and i’m starting to think it’s true.”

you heave, and you push your head against his chest (not wishing to see his face)

“Y/N, look at me.”

begrudgingly, you look at him— tears rolling down your face

and even in the dark, you can see that genuine expression on his face

“fuck everyone’s expectations. look, it might be pretty plain of me to say this, but does some random extra’s opinion matter? no- hell no. it’s irrelevant.”

and it’s actually quite true, you’re lost for words— are you surprised? no. bakugou has a habit of doing that, catching you by surprise.

“also, you’re not immature. you’re just really genuine, and take that compliment— idiot.”

you giggle. you’re no longer crying— and you wrap your arms around his torso “thank you, katsuki”

“no problem, idiot. i’ll beat up any idiot that’ll say that shit about you.”

you guys lay in silence for a while, and he pulls you off of him— and walks back to your gift

“happy birthday, idiot.”

todoroki shouto

he’s oddly ethusiastic about your birthday

“love, where do you wanna go on your birthday? i’ll get anything you want.”

though, he’s confused when you’re not sharing the same ethusiasm.

you’re pretty relaxed and upgoing, so this is a little off. something is weird.

he doesn’t like pushing things onto you, so hours before your birthday,

he comes to your room, and you’re simply staring at the clock— watching as time passes by you.

“what’s wrong, love? it’s fine to hate birthday celebrations”

he’s too blunt, but expect that from him

you sigh, trying to find the words that you want to say. he encourages you by running his left hand along your back

“it’s my birthday soon, and everyone is expecting so much of me.”

he blinks

he doesn’t understand, but— he’s waiting for you to elaborate.

“i mean, given my quirk— i’d see why but. in the end, they always forget that i can’t meet their expectations.”

you tear up

“and i’m getting older, and it’s building up on me. i know i have to suck it up some day but.. it’s painful. sometimes i can be a little immature but really- it’s just me trying to save what’s left of my youth i guess...”

you guys aren’t even that old ngl

his expression is pained, and he pulls you into a hug

“i’m sorry love, you shouldn’t be feeling that way. you don’t have to please everyone all the time, and if you make mistakes— it shouldn’t discredit you for your talent. embrace your personality, even if you find yourself immature— i’ll always love you regardless.”

you don’t say anything, but you’re smiling. that’s the important part

growing older is still scary, but with shouto— it makes the journey less intimidating.

also, he spoils tf out of you on your birthday

amajiki tamaki

oddly enough, he’s doing the midnight countdown with you

you’d guess he’d be asleep by now, since tamaki isn’t such a ‘night owl’ to be frank

but!! he’s so pumped for your birthday

so he’s anticipating the clock to hit midnight, and when it does..

he’s elated! he’s looking at you for that classical Y/N smile

but it’s not there..? your expression hasn’t been this empty.

he’s worried if he made you mad, and his anxiety almost sets off

“d-did i make you mad, Y/N?”

“what? no- it’s not that.”

“please tell me Y/N, i’m not sure if i can go pass this without you telling me..”

you sigh, the moonlight luminating your face— enough to showcase that melancholic expression

“it’s my birthday. i know i should be happy but, getting older is so scary- you know?”

he gets it, because he himself has his troubles

but you’re there to calm him down from his worries. that’s why he fell head over heels for you.

he’s so shocked— and he’s not the best at comforting, so when you cry

it makes it worse for him. it’s like he’s in that much pain as you are!

“b-bunny, i know how hard it must be.. i’m not the best at this comforting stuff, but i want you to know that i’ll always be here. you don’t have to match everyone’s expectations, that’s what you’ve taught me. and i want you to know that i-i’ll love you, really! and seeing you in this pain isn’t what i want. i don’t care if people say you’re ‘immature’ i love you for you, bunny!”

it’s honestly the most tamaki has said, and it catches you off guard too.

he seems equally as surprised as you are, however, his intent is solid.

“thank you, tamaki.” you pull him into a hug, tears rolling down your cheeks “i.. really needed to hear that.”

tamaki’s cheeks are painted a bright red, but he pushes deeper into the hug— his hands running up and down your back

you finally allow the emotions to spill. all the buildup falling apart, and does tamaki mind? no. not at all, he prefers you to be clear with your emotions the most.

he’ll be your #1 supporter, even if he has to speak paragraphs and paragraphs to you

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for reading! (happy birthday exclipsses🤍)

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei. i only own the writing

do not plagiarize my work :)

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definitelynotcesia · 3 years

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there's something about the afternoon school glow and confessions that go painfully well together.

pairing: college!kim taehyung x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1k

"it wouldn't hurt if you ask him, y/n", jungkook said for the second time since your trip to the storeroom.

"but his answer would", you replied while readjusting the box of decorations in your arms.

it's already 5 in the afternoon yet the university remained abuzz with preparations for the week long school fest that will start tomorrow. the two of you volunteered to pick up the boxes of decorations needed for your class’ booth, taking the time to chit chat along the way.

"and you'll just wait until he finds a girlfriend?"

you gave your best friend a faint sigh as an answer. though as petty as it may sound, the thought of him being with another girl seethes through your skin. you have been pining for that man longer than you'd like to admit. over those years, you felt like you deserve atleast a priority pass among the long line of admirers he have, but you can't even bring yourself to talk to him properly.

a squeal from the distance broke you off your train of thoughts.

"well, it seems like its gonna happen anytime soon", jungkook said from behind, also looking at the sight before you. a crowd of highschool girls surrounding taehyung, one stands in front of him carrying a huge stuffed teddy bear and a bouquet of flowers.

"what do you think happened?", you asked jungkook curiously.

"i dont know, he probably got confessed to again", he replied. you sighed at this, if only you can be as brave as those highschool girls. "or what if... its him who confessed?"

you look up at him only to see his doe eyes turning into crescent moons and face turning red from stifling a laugh. you glared realizing that he was just teasing you.

"oops, i have released the craken", jungkook blurted knowing exactly he’d receive smacking in the next few seconds.

“you shithead!”

“why is it that every time i see you two, you’re always fighting?” a voice you were all too familiar with spoke from your behind. it was deep and soothing, yet cold enough to send shivers down your spine all the time.

“oh look who do we have here, the lover boy himself”, jungkook greeted the taller guy, emphasizing the word lover boy to tease you even more.

“knock it off, kook”, the love of your life replied while miserably failing to hide a toothy grin.

what does that smile even mean? did she accept that girl’s confession? or... did the girl accepted his? but he wouldn’t be here alone if either of my suspicions were right, right? you thought.

“hello, earth to y/n?” yet again you heard his deep voice. if a simple greeting sent shivers down your spine earlier, him calling your name ignited thousands of fireworks in your system taking a whole minute to comprehend what was going on.

“im sorry, what were you saying?” you asked, cheeks flushed with embarrassment for spacing out.

“pffft”, jungkook snickered. you eyed him hoping he'd get the idea that you're already hyperventilating deep inside and you need assistance.

"oh", the younger started, as if understanding your signal. "i just remembered that i forgot something! i think i need to get it back", he added in a very animated tone almost as though he was doing it on purpose.

your forehead creased at his nonsense. now, what fuckery is this jeon jungkook?

"perfect timing tae. can you bring this for me?" he asked pushing the box to the other guy almost knocking the air out from him. "don't worry and just go with y/n. she knows what to do, right y/n?"

you coughed at his sudden action, yet before you can object, he was already out of sight leaving you and taehyung alone.

"so... are you okay?" he asked.

"y-yeah. totally", you replied hoarsely. you didn't know what to do so you decided to continue walking to where you were supposed to go. you felt the boy follow you.

"what's with you and jungkook?" he suddenly asked causing you to fully stop on your heels.

"nothing", you quickly replied. if there's one last thing you would like to happen, it's that your crush would misinterpret your closeness with anyone as a sign of unavailability. regardless, if he'd date you or not.

"you sound defensive", he teased.

"n-no i'm not! im not dating anyone. i promise", you emphasized causing him to laugh at how you were visibly panicking for some reason.

"okay. that's good", he replied and continued walking.

the silence between the both of you started to grow, making you feel very uncomfortable. you were clearly given the chance to be alone with him and talk but you're insides went too haywire to think of anything to say or ask.

"are you dating someone?" realizing how desperate and stupid the question came out, you gave yourself a mental facepalm. out of all the things that you could ask, this was the one you chose.

"you don't have to answer...", you quickly added trying hard to conceal the blush that's slowly creeping in your cheeks.

"no. but i do like someone", he replied in a voice deeper than his normal one, which could've caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter, if not with the sudden realization of what his answer meant.

"she must be very pretty", you whispered.

"she is", enthusiasm evident in his voice as if talking about her makes him the happiest person. "shes... i would say, unique? she has this little quirks that make her very adorable. i think she has a strong personality, though i wasn't able to get to know her that well yet."

she seems like anyone but you. you hate to get into self-loathing and comparison, but you were everything but strong and unique most especially when he's around. you recall how you turn into a painfully awkward mess who can't even look at him in the eyes— which is also a common trait for atleast a portion of his admirers. so yes, not unique at all.

"why not?"

"i don't know. i always get shy around her", he replied laughing a little bit. "to me, she's perfect"

she's lucky.

"well... does she... does she know about it?" you cautiously asked, more for your sake that his.

"i don't think she does, because if she knows..." he turned his almond eyes towards you, making you gasp at the breathtaking scenery in form of a man that he is, "she won't be asking right now."

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6sakusa · 3 years

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‘worth more’ part 3, oikawa tōru.

a/n: im dedicating this part to @humanitysvertigo for motivating me to write & inspiring this piece with your song suggestion ‘like you do’

warnings: implications of toxic relationship, mild swearing, anGST, me not proof reading.

“you’re an idiot.” iwaizumi grabbed the setter by the collar in a brash attempt to knock some sense into him. more often than not he’d been constantly named as too aggressive for his own good but the ace knew exactly what oikawa needed in order to be brought to attention and there was no way in hell that he was about to let him get away with this.

“i’m not in the mood for this right now.” oikawa scoffed shoving off his bestfriend as he picked up another ball from the pantry preparing himself for another serve.

“i don’t care what you’re in the mood for, this isn’t good for you, how many times have i told you to cut this shit out.” iwaizumi launched towards the male, he was now raising his voice as he made reach for the ball. it was insane how much he would get riled up when it came to oikawa’s safety even though he hated to admit it.

“why are you like this.. you’re all like this, why are you trying to stop me? i need to get better, i need to do better, i need to—“ his words were cut off by a swiff headbutt from iwaizumi causing him to go crashing towards the ground.

“don’t you ever get tired of saying selfish shit.” it was obvious that anger was building up within the ace, but if you didn’t know him well enough you would miss how it was interlaced with pain and sadness. the sight of his bestfriend hurting himself took a toll on him too regardless of if he showed it or not and he couldn’t bare the sight of oikawa mistreating both you and himself. growing up together iwa found himself as the boys sole protector, as if he was his responsibility and now as the days grew longer it seemed as if the burden was almost getting to heavy to carry. the last thing he wanted was to have to walk away from the friendship because it was becoming too stressful and draining, no, because part of iwaizumi was oikawa and he couldn’t imagine his life without the selfish boy.

“don’t you wanna win? why do you play iwa? are you content with the participation awards? because i’m not.” the setter grit his teeth as he reflected back on his recent loss. the way the ball had hit the ground just a hair out of his reach, the way the score was so close and the taste of victory was almost on his tongue, the fact that it was their last try at going to nationals, the way it was his own kouhai who had beat him, the way he had disappointed iwaizumi above all. he had to make up for it, he had to make up for all of it.

“i play because it’s fun.” the ace shouted shoving him further into the ground. “i play because.. i like it, i like volleyball, and i like playing with you and the rest of the team, it’s made me who i am today.” his voice softened and he finally let go of his bestfriends collar, inhaling a deep breath as oikawa watched with wide eyes. “what does volleyball mean to you now? do you just want to be the best at what you do for something you don’t even find fun? look around, think about all the people you’re hurting.” he referred back to you.

“i’m doing this for you guys as much as i’m doing it for me—“

“no you’re not, we’re in our third year now, it’s done oikawa, it’s over.. there is no next game, there is no next tournament, there is no next time, and that’s okay because these past three years have been the best of my life, there’s nothing else i could have asked for, you’re the best partner anyone could ever want, my bestfriend and the best setter.” iwaizumi sighed collapsing backwards, hitting his own head as the words just kept tumbling out.

“really?” there was a newfound light in oikawas eyes, one that the ace much preferred in comparison to his gloomy figure that would always pop out when he was being much too harsh on himself.

“yes really, you are the best setter—“

“no.” oikawa cut him off unexpectedly. “really? i’m your bestfriend?”

“are you shitting me? you’re an idiot, who else would it be? we’ve been friends since we were kids.. stupid crappykawa.” he mumbled off at the end noting how sappy the setter had turned him.

“you have a way with words iwa-chan, or maybe you’ve just gone soft on me hm?” he joked around lifting the tense atmosphere off the two of them.

“and now you’re all smiling and shit? you were just depressed two minutes ago” iwaizumi clicked his tongue at the sight of his friend, he wondered how he was always able to switch his mood up so easily. sometimes he was envious of his ability to do so, he wanted nothing more than to turn off the nagging voice at the back of his head sometimes that would tell him—

“what can i say? i’m suddenly feeling inspired.” he looked up to the ceiling as if he was in some soft of romcom and iwaizumi scoffed at the sight of it. sometimes he wondered how he’d ended up with a bestfriend who was so cheesy.

“well good because aoba johsai isn’t the whole world, there’s a volleyball career waiting for you anywhere on this planet, but nothing everything is replaceable like that.” iwa successfully recaptured the setters attention with his last words.

“what do you mean?”

“y/n... she’s not replaceable but you treated her like shit today didn’t you? i saw her sitting out in the rain so don’t even try to deny it.” he gritted his teeth at the thought of it, the way your fingertips were icy cold, your warm tears juxstaposing the freezing rain, your clothes absolutely drenched and your catatonic state of pure silence as he walked you home. there was only one person who could be the cause of such pain, and he was standing in front of him now.

“the rain?” oikawa jumped to alert now, he knew he wasn’t in his right mind when he had spoke to you, all that was going through his head is that he was a burden that you needed to rid yourself from, but that didn’t mean he didn’t love you or didn’t care about you or could live without you.

“what did you say to her?”

“i said i didn’t need her..” his heart clenched as he recalled the events, how could he be so foolish? and then to let you sit out there while he was ignorant to the entire situation as he stood there selfishly serving the ball over and over again.. “i scared her.” he swore he was on the verge of tears as he forced out those words, nothing hurt more then seeing your eyes wash over from love to fear in the matter of seconds as he towered over you. and for what? all you were doing was trying to help.

“well why are you still standing asshole? go to her, i’ll clean your mess up.” the ace sighed staring at the vast amount of balls sprawled over the court.

“no i can clean it up, don’t wo—“

“shut up, go.” he was interrupted by iwaizumi who had his best interests in mind as he always did.

“i owe you one.”

“you always do.”

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finally changing out of your drenched clothes you could barely bring yourself to move, you’d already turned down food and avoided questions when your parents had ask why you were practically dripping onto the floor. it was too much to even speak, it felt like a part of you was gone, someone you had planned your entire future with just didnt need you anymore in the blink of an eye. you were even reconsidering your university options just to be closer to oikawa and now he had tossed you away like a tired ragdoll. you had been warned about oikawa before, plenty of people named him a playboy, even his own bestfriend had warned you to stay away but something had left you so drawn to the male that it was unexplainable. it was a feeling that only those who had experienced it would know, it was true love, if soulmates existed you were sure he was yours and never in your life had the thought of even breaking up crossed your mind.

the two of you had gotten into heated arguments before and many times it would end with you in tears or him storming out but he always came back. why hasn’t he come back? was it truly over? were you just not enough for him? you knew how important volleyball was and you always supported him but you hated seeing him overwork himself. did that make you a bad person? maybe you were, maybe he was right and you weren’t being the supportive girlfriend you were meant to be, it was your fault, you should be better right?

“y/n?” your thoughts were interrupted by a sickeningly familar voice and you turned to see the very boy that you were just thinking about. there was no doubt now that fate existed, otherwise why did things always end up like this?

“what are you doing here?” you narrowed your eyes at the setter, scrambling to wipe the tears off your face. you hated looking weak more than anything but you couldn’t help the dent that the entire situation had left in your heart.

“iwa-chan told me what happened and your parents let me in, were you crying?” he moved closer towards you, watching as you tried your best to stifle your tears as if nothing happened. you knew it was a pathetic attempt, you really did, but you couldn’t help how badly you wanted to be strong. you flinched backwards, causing him to halt his movement as he was making his way to cup your cheek.

the sadness that washed over his eyes in that moment was almost unbearable for you to witness. of course it would pain him that you would flinch away from his hands like that, it looked as if you were afraid.

“w-what? why are you flinching? i would never hit you, i love you.” you hated the way you knew exactly when he was telling the truth and when he was lying, and right now tōru oikawa was being the most genuine that he had in a long time. one part of you wanted to pull away so badly, to tell him that he treated you like absolute shit, that he didn’t deserve you and to scream and shout at him to get out. but the other part of you, the stronger part, wanted nothing more than to revel in his embrace, for him to whisper sweet nothings in your ear and promise how he was going to marry you one day while he played with your ring finger reminding you over and over again how much he loved you, because no one loved you like he did.

“please.. say something y/n.” he clenched his jaw as you stared at him with empty eyes, he couldn’t bare the thought of knowing that he was the one who had done this. it was always him who had caused you pain and suffering and now he was wondering if he had made the right choice by coming here.. if he hadn’t you would get over him one day wouldn’t you? you’d probably find someone who loved you without the grief that he always provided, someone who made you happy without requirement, someone who could give you a life that he couldn’t. what he didn’t know was how much you wanted to tell him how no one else mattered to you and how you had felt this way since the moment you’d met him but your mouth wouldn’t say the words you wanted them to so badly.

“why.. why do you always do this to me.” your voice cracked and you couldn’t hold it in any longer, your eyes glossed over before tears spilt out uncontrollably. you moved to clutch your own body, burying your head in your knees as you cried your heart out to your boyfriend who immediately moved to embarace you. what shocked him is how cold you were to the touch, you were sure to get sick tonight so he would stay by your side the entire time if he had to.

“i don’t know.. all i know is how sorry i am.” he pulled you closer so that you were not facing his chest as he brushed the hair out of your face and rubbed your back soothingly. “i cant explain it y/n-chan, i mess up really badly sometimes and i don’t know why, all i know is that life isn’t the same without you in it, since i met you everything just seems brighter, like it’s all worth it.. no matter what i say to you i will always love you.”

you cried harder as you came to the realisation of how weak you were for him.

“you’re the only person i can’t bear to lose y/n-chan, you’re the most selfless person i know, please don’t ever walk out of my life, i’ll do better i promise.” a tear rolled down his own eye as he imagined how empty things would feel without you, he wondered where he would get the willpower to wake up everyday.

“you promise?” you looked up at him with tear stained eyes through those beautiful eyelashes of yours, and how could he not love you when you still looked so pretty even when you were crying over him.

“i promise.” he hugged you a little tighter, wanting to memorise this moment for everything that it is.

“then i’ll stay by your side forever tōru.” you smiled softly at the thought of the rest of your life with the boy you always intended to spend it with.

“and i’ll marry you one day y/n-chan.” that day you fell asleep in your boyfriends arms as he stroked your hair and coddled you with promises that you’d remember for decades.

what the two of you didn’t know was how iwaizumi sat in the gym, motionless with a pained expression on his face and a slow tear rolling down his cheek as he led the boy he’d loved since childhood right back into your arms as he always had. he even stayed cleaning up for the rest of the night before practicing how he would face the two of you in school the next day with a smile on his face. as long as his bestfriend was happy he told himself.

because oikawa was wrong about one thing, there was someone more selfless than you.

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fluffi · 3 years

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SNOW-COVERED KISS :: FELIX

pairing: felix x gn!reader

genre: 70% fluff, 30% angst, barista!felix, angst subplot

word count: 2k

author’s note: hi @constellynx! you knew already, but im your secret santa! you mightve deactivated by now (which im pissed at myself for not uploading sooner) but if you havent i hope you enjoy this! have a great new year :)

warnings: mentions of getting stood up

Maybe it was the fact that it was a Friday morning and you had no classes, or that you had walked past the cute little coffee shop on the corner of Avenue street twenty times this week, and you still hadn’t bothered to check it out. Nonetheless, you had the afternoon free today, and you were planning to spend it at Little Leaf Café.

“Welcome to Little Leaf! We hope you have a wonderful time here!” Chorused voices from employees at the café echoed as you opened the door to cold air and overlapping conversations.

It was a gorgeous café, you could tell why it was so popular. Plants of various colors were placed around the area -- hung from grids on the ceiling, on tables, growing on the sides of the walls. Not to mention the festive decorations — an assortment of green and red items meticulously placed around the café.

However, there was something...rather, someone, that was way more gorgeous than the entire café.

“Hello! How can I help you today?”

You were met with an ethereal face after lining up for what felt like ages. As soon as the last heart-struck girl left, an angel entered your line of view.

The sunny boy stood across the counter with a googly smile on his face. You noticed the way his eyes crinkled upwards, and how the apples of his cheeks turned a shade of baby pink when he saw you. He had a silver mullet that looked perfectly trimmed and maintained...you were tempted to run your hands through it. However, his contrasting baritone voice caught you off guard.

In shock and nervousness of talking to new (handsome) people, you completely messed up.

“Hi...I, um, anything? I’ll get anything?” You stuttered and internally facepalmed.

You just embarrassed yourself in front of a very cute boy, but he didn’t seem to notice. Rather, he didn’t seem to mind.

“Sure, I can give you some recommendations. Right now our xmas-special Peppermint Mocha is popular, but if I’m going to be honest, it’s not one of my favorites. I would recommend the Gingerbread Spiced Coffee, but it's your call.” He leaned over the counter and whispered, looking around to make sure his boss didn’t hear him.

As he leaned over to talk to you, you were able to see him clearer. He had glowing skin and his eyes sparkled in excitement, but it made you feel calm. You felt serene and happy looking into his dazzling brown orbs.

Just then, said eyes blinked and squinted at you. That brought you down to Earth.

“Right, right! I’ll get whatever you said! The Singerbread Giced Coffee?” You nodded your head in panic before you realized what you just said.

“Uh, it's called the Gingerbread Spiced Coffee, but sure. Anything else?” He looked back at you after inputting your order with a teasing gleam in his eye.

“Nothing else. I’m sorry, I’m such a mess today!” You bowed in embarrassment and looked at your fidgeting fingers.

He chuckled. “Nothing to worry about. What’s your name?”

“Y/N. What’s yours?” You answered, before realizing that he only needed it to write your name on the plastic cup.

“Oh! I’ve never had anyone ask me my name before. It’s Felix.” He flashed another dazzling smile at you before handing you a table number.

Felix put your order on the pick up table and left to man the counter. Through your peripheral vision, however, you could catch him nervously glancing at you. Ignoring the rising butterflies in your stomach, you walked over to your reserved seat and placed your tray down.

However, as you were about to take a sip of your specially recommended drink, you glanced down and saw your receipt, with a specially written note on it.

Hi, Y/N. If you see this. Read my continued message on the serviette under your drink ;)

-felix

Your heart shuddered as you began to overthink pretty much every possibility that could happen between you and Felix. Maybe he wrote you a note to tell you that you were annoying? Maybe kind of weird? A little cuckoo? A bunch of mind-boggling thoughts started circulating your brain as you slowly flipped your serviette over.

Hi Y/N.

I know this seems like a really unconventional method, but I honestly don’t have the courage to ask someone out on a date in person hehe. Oops! I just said it...uh, would you want to go out with me on a date? I think you’re really cute and I love your personality! Also, um, you’re really pretty.

I was thinking that we can maybe meet at the 31st Bus Stop at 4pm? I have a shift till 3.30 so I could go there and meet you. We can plan everything else out later :3

If you’re already taken, that's alright! You can ignore this message. But do what you will with the information I gave you.

-felix the little leaf barista dude

Your face was in a dark shade of beet red as you looked up timidly and immediately locked eyes with Felix. You tried not to smile as you looked away and giggled shyly.

On Felix’s side, he had been staring at you ever since you took your order. When the two of you met eyes, his entire body froze, and he stopped what he was doing, dropping his half-washed cup into the sink.

“Dude, what are you doing, I- “ Bang Chan, his senior colleague and friend, followed Felix’s line of sight to you and chuckled slyly.

“In my opinion, the color of their face probably means that they’ll go out with you. Get back to work Lix, or you might not be able to see her later.” He nudged Felix’s side, prompting him to continue working. Felix looked up at Bang Chan in confusion and continued his work, still glancing at you occasionally.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. How can I help yo-oh. Oh.” Felix looked up at you smiling, still blessed with a tinge of pink across your cheeks.

“I should’ve given more context. Yes, I’ll go out with you tonight!” You didn’t know where you received this newfound confidence, but you were going to use all of it.

“Oh, really? That’s great! I’ll meet you there then. Be careful, okay? Can’t have you getting hurt before we have our first date.”

Once again you had melted into a puddle of nervousness. Unable to voice out anything, you nodded your head multiple times and ran out the café. Your hands were cold from the chilly season, but your heart was warm from the cute barista.

It was ten past four. You were sitting under the shade of 31st Bus Stop, fidgeting with the hem of your waistband and looking around, by yourself.

You weren’t losing hope, you were sure Felix was on his way right now. He would never stand you up, right?

Right?

Regardless, you sat on the uncomfortable metal bench in freezing weather, and you were about to text him, when…

You realized you didn’t have his phone number.

You weren’t going to go home, however. Determined Y/N was planning to wait for as long as it would take. You trusted Felix.

Forty minutes now. You had been playing some mobile games, looking out at the bustling street in front of you. During the winter season, the sun set earlier, so it was already dark and it definitely wasn’t safe for you to be alone. However, you were determined that Felix would arrive soon.

Five more minutes was what you told yourself as you stared out into the empty road, now barren of cars as the rush hour was over.

“Lee Yongbok, where do you think you’re going?”

Felix cursed under his breath and turned to Mr. Park with a small smile. “I’m done with my shift boss, I’ll get going now.”

“Felix, it's peak season right now. If you don’t remember what I told you guys during the brief meeting, I’ll say it again. From the 12th of December to the 25th of December, all of you have your shifts extended for two hours due to the influx of customers during the Christmas season. Is that so hard to understand?” Mr. Park crossed his arms and squinted at Felix.

“Mr. Park, I’ve understood that rule. I did my two-hour extension, now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going now. I have somewhere to be.” Felix tried opening the door and walking out but was pulled back by a stronger arm grabbing his.

“Nuh-uh, young man. I’m sure that whatever event you have today isn’t going to be as important as the wellbeing of Little Leaf. Now if you’ll excuse me, do get your apron and hat back on and go back to manning the counter.” Mr. Park mocked.

Felix sighed and tried one last time at changing the mind of his horrible boss. “But Mr. Park, I swear, I did my two-hour extension, you can check the roster if you-”

“Get back to work, boy. Unless you want to start a new job in 2021.”

Felix sighed and threw his bag down, walking to the staff room to retie his apron.

Later, when Mr. Park checked the roster, he would find out that Felix did do his two-hour extension, and that he never lied.

An hour and a half, that was how long you waited. No one would ever wait for that long. No one would ever stay alone at late hours of the day, waiting for someone who probably wouldn’t even show up.

Tears stung your eyes as you sighed and stood up, huffing and smoothening your outfit out. You thought that Felix had probably stood you up. It was probably a dare, maybe he had been dared to write a generic love serviette to some desperate person who fell for his charming looks. Even then you couldn’t help but think of Felix, and tears streamed down your face as you trudged back home.

“Y/N! Y/N, wait up! Y/N, don’t leave, hear me out.” The voice you had been waiting for finally could be heard.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face a panting Felix. His hair was disheveled, apron still on, and his jacket was worn the wrong way round. What an entrance to a first date.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Mr. Park honestly...he kept me for an hour more, before I convinced him to let me leave. I don’t know why, I’m so sorry. I honestly didn’t think you would be here, no one would stay that long. Please, give me another chance?” Felix took a few steps closer to you but maintained his distance. His eyes scanned yours for any response.

“I’m- I mean, it's not your fault...but you made me wait for so long. I just, I don’t know what to say. I thought you stood me up.” Your eyes watered once again.

Felix immediately waved his hands in denial and took one more step closer to you. “No, no, Y/N. I would never. I’m sorry if you thought I would ever stand you up. I should have made my way here over faster, if only I gave you my phone number. I’m so sorry-”

Your eyes suddenly widened, and you looked up. White, shimmering, pieces of ice fell upon the both of you. You stared at him in awe, mouth open wide.

It hadn’t snowed in Seoul for a long, long time. Maybe this moment was special.

Felix smiled back at you. Amidst the white rain, he took a few steps closer to you until the both of you were so close that you could...kiss.

“Y/N. I apologize. I’m sorry for being a horrible first date. Will you forgive me?” His dark chocolate orbs glanced into yours, dragging you into a new universe.

“Yes. I’ll forgive you.” You whispered, looking at the ground.

His eyes scanned yours for any sort of consolation. He didn’t even need to ask anymore. “Y/N, can I kiss you?” He quietly asked, using his pointer finger to tilt your chin upwards.

As you nodded, he leaned in and placed his lips on yours, as the both of you stood amidst the snow. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his around your waist and the both of you deepened the kiss.

Two lone beings, coming together as one, in the midst of a snow-struck city.

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