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ALPHA! 0T7 (YOONMIN CENTRIC) X OMEGA!CHUBBY! READER A/B/O - SUGAR DADDY AU

CHAPTER 24 (5k words)

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“You really don’t need to do anything, honey, we can take care of the cooking ourselves” Taehyung insists with concern as he watches me hold the very sharp knife with wary eyes, something about the way I hold and use it that worries him.

I don’t understand why he feels that way when I’m just cutting potatoes, though. I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job.

“No, I’m fine, Taehyung” I also insist as I keep my eyes on my task at hand, knife used the way a samurai probably used their katana long ago. I raise the knife at a good height, hold it above the potato and…

“Yah!”.

Shlack

“Oh my goddess, is she worse than Namjoon?”

“I think they’re pretty much on the same level hyung, just… they’re on a slightly different spectrum?”.

Jungkook’s eyes are darting between my hands and the cutting board, his nerves going above and beyond as he observes his omega cut the potatoes in a way that he didn’t think possible. Am I going to war?

I turn the angled potato around to cut it again. Knife raised, then shlack.

“I don’t know why you guys keep thinking that it’s hard for me. It’s pretty easy” I muse as I continue with my odd ways. They’re not the perfect, even shapes but potatoes are potatoes, right? It all tastes the same in the end.

Is this how I used to cook in the past? Or have I gotten worse because of my amnesia? Yoongi really wants to know right now. Maybe it explains why I used to always eat frozen meals and ramyeon. It seems to explain a whole lot, actually.

“Easy?” Jungkook repeats with a disconcerted look on his face.

I nod. “Easy. Look”.

Shlack

“Y-yeah, looks real easy, pup”.

“It also looks very dangerous” Jin finally speaks up as he comes around to stand behind me, a hand immediately grabbing the one that’s holding the knife before I strike it down on the persecuted potato again.

There’s a common sigh of relief that echoes in the kitchen as he takes the weapon from me, and I stare up at him with an offended frown, his gaze meeting mine with an expression that says he’s not playing games right now.

“I wasn’t dangerous. I didn’t threaten anyone, did I?”.

“Baby, that potato has been your prey for ten minutes now. We’ll never eat at this pace” the alpha counters with a shake of the head, eyes falling on the poor thing that has clearly seen better days. Parts of it are mashed and it wasn’t even boiled yet.

Taehyung and Jungkook work in tandem to get me out of the kitchen at the first occasion, and I look very displeased as Yoongi and Jimin take my place with obvious relief over their soft features. It sure leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that they don’t trust me with a knife.

Whether that was really dangerous or not… I don’t think it was that bad.

“Maybe we can go and do something else, honey” the sweet alpha tries to get my attention elsewhere, a distraction is what this is. He won’t get me, this is not going to work. I said I would help and this is what I will do.

Jungkook, seeing the look on my face, continues as he holds my chin the other way, towards the tv and the gaming console he brought along for me. “We could do something else, like this. I’m sure you’ll like the games I got for you. Let’s play together, I can show you how the controls work”.

“But the cooking-”

“No”.

I’m forcefully brought to the living room where Namjoon and Hoseok are already sat with a peaceful smile on their faces, the antics of the pack nothing to disturb them when they’re already used to it. It’s rather endearing, actually.

Taehyung sits down, then pulls me over his lap between the two alphas before I can retort again about my fate while Jungkook gets everything ready for me, seeing as I don’t know how those work yet.

He turns on the console, selects a game from the lot, then grabs the controllers before dropping himself over Namjoon with a happy hum. The older man sighs before moving his book aside, arms wrapping around the younger’s slender waist to be more comfortable.

“There. The left joystick is for moving, and the right one is for moving the view. A to interact, B to jump”. With that begins a series of grumbles as I try to complete the tutorial with my mates encouragements. It’s kind of weird, but it’s also kind of fun. I can see the appeal in the game for sure.

I do fail at the first boss fight a few times, but Jungkook gives me a pretty good hint when he sees that I’m on my way to getting angry at the tv, and thankfully, the next attempt goes as smooth as the knife I used earlier.

I’m brought to the next level, and I bring my gaze back to the kitchen, a feeling of longing settling within because… that should’ve been me there.

I really wanted to help them at least with preparing the food, they’ve done so much for me after all, ever since I woke up from the coma. If I truly was dangerous with the knife… they could’ve shown me how to use it correctly instead of kicking me out.

Hoseok pats my thigh as he observes the look on my face with scrutiny.

“You know, bun… we all have our own little tasks around the pack, and though we do proceed with a rotation for the big ones, we often go with what we’re best at doing. Namjoon, for example, doesn’t do the cooking, but he does the cleaning because he’s good at it. Jungkook is good at laundry and he enjoys doing it, so that’s usually his task. Some of us aren’t particularly good at anything, so we help around whenever needed, like Taehyung and I, and that’s totally fine”.

I purse my lips as I turn slightly in Taehyung’s embrace to stare at Hoseok. He gently pokes my nose with a soft finger, then brushes his knuckles over my cheek with a loving gaze upon seeing the sad glow in my eyes.

“You don’t need to be good at everything to be helpful. Sometimes, all someone needs is a smile and a helping hand here and there. Maybe cooking isn’t your forte, but you can do other things well. You’ll find your place eventually, baby”.

“Yeah… thanks, Hobi”.

As his hand leaves my cheek, I turn my gaze back to the tv while trying to merge more with the alpha holding me, his arms wrapped comfortably around my curves and our legs intertwined together. I stare at the controller still in my hands, then move the left joystick forward with a sigh.

Then a shout resounds from the screen, and I look up to find out that I fell off the cliff and died.

“Oh”.

Jungkook snorts out a giggle, and I find myself laughing too as the ridiculousness of the situation processes.

Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok share a small smile as the two of us begin to giggle together, relieved to see that the good ambiance wasn’t all ruined while Jimin, Yoongi and Jin go forward with the next step of the dinner.

Establishing a new routine in which I can be satisfied will take adjustments from everyone, but there’s always love and for now, that’s really all we need.

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A couple more days go by smoothly during which I rest and recover well, and I can’t say that a lot happened during that time, though I was never left alone for too long as one alpha was nearly always with me, if not two.

I stayed home and familiarized myself with my new life and environment, but one thing that has continually bothered me since then has been my incapacity to help in the kitchen, or in anything, really. I don’t know why it makes me so mad to not be able to help them, but it does.

There was no ill intentions coming from my mates, they simply don’t want me to hurt myself or to overdo it, but I find myself feeling rejected whenever it happens. I want to be better. Not only for them, but also for myself and it feels like they’re taking that from me.

My first goal as my new me, I eventually realize. Something I want to put the effort in to achieve.

And so, on a day when I’m left alone due to everyone being busy with work - which for the first time doesn’t leave me feeling restless - it seems obvious to me when I look up online to find some cooking classes nearby.

If my mates won’t teach me, then all I need to do is find someone who’ll do it instead, right?

I find a few different ones before settling with the most beginner-friendly class of the lot, and as I sign up for it and come to a page asking for the method of payment, I pay the fee with the card I was given by Yoongi, one that he said I could use for anything I wanted.

I did hesitate for a moment, but seeing as my bank account is pitiful at the moment, I eventually relented, telling myself that the fee wasn’t that big and that I could always repay him after I got a job somewhere.

I haven’t told any of my mates yet, but I’ve thought about it often since I got back home and came to the conclusion that it would be for the best. I intend to look around to find a workplace that could offer me a safe environment to familiarize myself with the outside world again.

Staying at home with the pack won’t teach me anything useful anytime soon considering that they keep doing everything for me, and going out with them… I somehow feel like we would reach the same result.

I need to do this on my own. I’m a big girl after all, so if not now, then when? The longer I wait, the more scared I’ll get.

I quickly receive an email stating that I was successfully added to the list for the cooking class, followed by a link opening to a schedule of all the different lessons showing what would be made that day, which I really like. Sometimes, it’s desserts while other times, it’s sandwiches, pasta, meat.

I apparently don’t need to be present for all of the classes if I don’t want to be there, as long as I’m aware that the price paid included every lessons and that no refund would be allowed without a good reason. Seeing as there’s one today and I’m on my own…

Why not go?

I quickly get dressed with the beautiful clothes that Jimin made, then attempt a small and natural makeup look using Jin’s products before looking into the mirror with a pleased sigh. It feels good to pamper myself like this.

Of course, I am nervous about going out alone for the first time. I would certainly feel much better if one of my mates was with me, but I also know that I need to be brave, so at least doing this makes me feel more confident.

If I feel good about how I look, then I won’t be so intimidated by the glances I’m given. My size is something that I’m still getting used to, so I’m oddly… aware that any stares I would receive from strangers would not necessarily be a compliment.

Still, I have to say that the more I think about going out there, the more I’m excited to tell everyone about my day later tonight. I’m sure they’ll be proud of me when I let them know that I was brave and went outside despite my anxiety.

With my pulse beating strongly in my veins, I grab my bag and keys before standing at the door, a hand clutched at my heart. I can do this. I will go out there, take the bus downtown, then enjoy the cooking class and show off to my mates at the end of the day.

I nod to myself, then exit the house before walking to the bus stop nearby, which is convenient since I can’t drive. I simply cannot find the interest for it anyway, so it doesn’t really bother me. I feel like taking the bus will do the job a plenty.

I don’t find a lot of people around here at this time of the day, so I let my eyes wander the houses in my street with wonder, because in all honesty, every and each one of them are huge and luxurious. I even pass by the pack’s house, recognizing it only because Jimin pointed it out for me on the way back from the hospital.

No cars in the large driveway, and every lights are turned off.

I continue for a few more minutes until I find the stop, then wait there with my online bus pass ready to be used in my phone, which I paid for with my own money this time. I got ten tickets, so that should last me for a while, I think.

It takes another five minutes before the huge vehicle finally gets here, and I board without too much struggle. Finding an empty seat near the back, I hurry over and make a move to sit down right as the driver starts driving again, which nearly sends me face first on the floor.

Heart stuttering in growing nerves and eyes blinking quickly, I try to ignore my embarrassment to instead keep an eye on the surroundings once sat, because I’m not really sure exactly where it is that I need to stop yet.

The bus stops at regular intervals, with people coming in and out nearly all the time. There comes a time when the space becomes so cramped that I need to make myself smaller besides the window, then others when it’s almost entirely empty, only to get overfilled again.

The experience turns slightly sour when a group of young men need to stand to fit in, their eyes on me and whispering not so discreetly about how I should give them my space and get some exercise instead, though I try to ignore them with a smile plastered on my face.

I’m not giving them the satisfaction of hurting me even if inside, it does hurt a little.

When comes the stop that I was waiting for, I hurry out - not without almost tripping on the way - then follow the map all the way to the building where the cooking class should be happening. Luckily for me, I’m only twenty minutes early so I shouldn’t have to wait for long.

Deciding to stand by the locked door, I lean against the brick wall, eyes on the sky while my ears and nose absorb the liveliness of a downtown life, which is so different from the calm street where I live. Cars pass by constantly, people walk without a care for those around them while others chat and laugh together, and scents mingle and sway with the wind.

Tourists visit the surrounding shops, the words they speak not always ones I understand, their different ethnicities catching my eye and making me wonder where they could be from more than once. It must feel good to look so pretty.

The thought is sneaky, merging itself with the others so easily that I barely notice it until something strikes me as wrong. I just compared myself to them, didn’t I?

A car suddenly stops in front of the building and a beautiful woman - a beta - steps out from the passenger’s seat with a bag over her shoulder before leaning back in to kiss the driver, who I assume must be her mate.

She steps back with a happy giggle, a few loving words shared between them, and she’s about to close the door when her gaze notices me standing near. The next thing I know, she freezes still like someone who just saw a ghost materialize right in front of them.

She quickly pats the seat inside the car before leaving the door open as she runs to me, eyes turning watery as her hands grab mine immediately.

“Y/N? What are you doing alone out here? Yeoppie said that your mates were giving you a few more days before taking you outside!” she reveals shakily with a warm chocolatey voice, information that I am hearing for the first time.

“Er… I’m afraid none of them were wise enough to let me know” I mutter lightly with an awkward laugh. “I’m here for the cooking lesson. I signed up earlier, then figured I could come when I found that a lesson was happening this afternoon. Was that a wrong assumption? Should I have waited?” I ask, suddenly worried about whether my presence here could cause an inconvenience of sorts.

The woman quickly shakes her head, her eyes still in disbelief to see me here, fingers tight around my own. At the sound of another door opening and closing, we both look in its direction to find a tall alpha staring at me with utter shock on his face.

“I’m very sorry for what I’m about to say” I apologize beforehand, clearly noticing that they knew me from before my amnesia. “I fear that I don’t remember you. I got into a… er… situation and ended up forgetting everything. Am I supposed to know you?”.

The beta blinks her tears away at the realization that to me, a stranger is currently holding my hands. She releases me, then steps back a respectful distance, her gingerbread scent comforting and soothing. Her mate, who smells like black coffee, joins her side, his eyes round like little marbles.

“Y/N. Y-you’re not supposed to be here” he repeats the same words as the beta, and again, why do they know something I don’t? My mates are going to have to be more specific with me if they make plans without my knowledge.

“Let’s go inside for now” the woman says after rubbing a hand over the alpha’s shoulder, after which she goes to unlock the building’s door. “To answer your question, Y/N… In-yeop and you used to work together, you were close friends. He called Hoseok almost every day since the incident to hear about you”.

I follow her inside with a frown, that’s not something I was told, yet again. I’m definitely going to have a word with my mates later tonight. I might be an omega, I might not remember my old life, but that doesn’t mean they should treat me like I cannot handle anything. I deserve to know what is linked to my person.

The alpha, In-yeop, holds a steady pace behind me, something protective about the way he stands like a wall between us and the door. It’s… familiar, in a way. I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but it’s like I’ve experienced this kind of feeling with this exact scent before. It’s comforting, safe.

We make it inside a large kitchen where are several separate working tables with sinks and stoves, and my eyes widen in amazement. This is where I’m to learn from now on, right? It will certainly be a lot of fun, considering that my mates don’t ruin it for me.

“As for me” she continues softly, “I’m his pack’s beta, Bora. We met a few times in the past, and I used to share some of our pack’s food with you. We weren’t exactly… close friends, but we all cared for you. You were our pack alpha’s protégé after all, you were important to us”.

His protégé… yes, that sounds right, for some reason.

“I see” I murmur softly, eyes staring back at the alpha with a guilty frown. “I’m sorry that I forgot all about you. If only Hoseok had told me about you, I would have made time to see you sooner. You must have worried so much for all this time”.

He shakes his head reassuringly, pheromones pushing out to fight against my sense of guilt. They wrap comfortingly around me, calming and easing down my nerves, as if he’s so attuned to how my body works that he could do so his eyes closed.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N, you had enough to deal with as it is. We have a common friend, Dal, an omega who used to work with us. He… he had trouble handling the news of your accident and had to stop working indefinitely, he’s so sensitive after all. His pack took him on a trip to try and help but… would it be alright if I let him know about how you’re doing right now?”.

I had two friends, and my mates didn’t think to let me know? An anger starts to brew from within the pit of my stomach, each new bits of information feeding a storm that will soon befall the pack. They won’t know what hit them, and I don’t intend to make this a fun time for them.

“Feel free to let him know, In-yeop. You can even call him, if that can help. I don’t mind talking to him and answer any questions he might have while I’m here, I’m partly responsible for his state so I should help any way I can”.

His eyes show the immense relief that my words offer him, and he nods softly before grabbing his phone while Bora smiles at me, a hand ushering me closer.

“Come, I’ll show you to your station in the meantime. I’m so excited to teach you about the joys of cooking and baking, you weren’t really… you had a hard time doing good things for yourself in the past” she reveals softly as she brings me to a clean table with all the basic equipment I could need. “I offered many times to help, but you weren’t ready for that step yet. I’m very happy to see you here today”.

I hum as she speaks, that does seem to fit the bits and pieces I could fit into the puzzle of my past. I feel pity for my past self, who couldn’t find it in herself to accept happiness. Whatever that ex mate of mine did, it sure broke me.

I wonder how it would affect me to see him again now. Would a part of me recognize him? Such a silly thought, but if we were to cross paths someday soon, I would want to show him how strong and confident I am now. That he did not ruin my life, and that I am happier than ever.

“I feel lucky that I had such good people looking over me” I muse softly, a hand caressing the machines that I will eventually learn to use. “I wish you could be part of that new future I’m building for myself. If you would like to, of course. You’ll probably notice that I’m… different from the ‘me’ you knew before, but I hope you don’t let that disturb you too much”.

She smiles, then rests a warm hand over mine, eternal love flashing in her eyes as she gazes at me with affection. “We wish for nothing less, Y/N. It will be a pleasure to get to know who you are today. You do seem a lot more confident and proud of yourself, and it warms my heart to see”.

I share her smile with a fondness settling deep inside my heart, and then In-yeop takes that moment to come back, before he hesitantly hands me his phone. “Dal would like to hear your voice. He doesn’t need to hear anything specific. He just wants to hear you”.

I accept the device carefully, as if by doing so, I get to hold the omega himself, then bring it up to my ear. I hear only a soft breath on the other side, slightly shaky.

“Dal, right? This is Y/N” I start off softly. “You must have heard about my amnesia from In-yeop, I’m sorry for the way the news affected you. He said your pack took you somewhere nice, are you feeling better there? Are they taking good care of you?”.

A sniffle reaches my ear and my heart softens, achingly so. ‘Noona’ the young man whimpers softly, tears laced in every tremble of the word. “I thought I would never get to hear your voice again, that you would start over without us, I was so scared. Noona, are you really okay now? Are you happy? You’re not sad anymore?’.

I blink slowly at his questions, and something in them makes my emotions stir, a deep, old pain that is familiar, yet a stranger to me. “I’m not sad anymore, Dal” I answer softly. “I’m doing good, for real. I’m freely being who I want to be, who I think my past self would’ve wanted to be. I signed up for a cooking lesson because I’ve found that I’m not very good at it”.

He giggles softly, a wet sound to the noise, and I smile. ‘Yeah, you never really liked cooking much. I’m glad that you’re willing to give it a try now. It feels good to hear your voice, noona, you sound… different, in a good way. Thank you for agreeing to talk with me today, it… it makes me feel a lot better already’.

“Of course, Dal. I’m sorry for forgetting all about you, but I promise that should you want to, I’m more than willing to work on our friendship again. It might be different from the one we had, but it would be a pleasure for me to have you and In-yeop in my life again”.

The alpha’s eyes crease the slightest bit at my words, and a decision I’ve made has never felt as right as this one does.

‘I was hoping you would say that, you don’t know how happy you’re making me right now’ Dal chirps, his tears now forgotten as he seems to vibrate with new energy. ‘I promise to let you know when I’m back in the city, we could go for a coffee somewhere then’.

“I would love that. Going for a coffee sounds nice” I muse softly, feeling so deeply warm in my chest. Talking to another omega feels nice, someone who can understand what I go through better than any other second gender. It’s a different energy from the alphas I’m always with.

‘Alright, we’ll talk again, noona. I don’t want to keep you from exploring your new cooking adventure. I’ll send you a message later, okay?’.

I hum with a small smile. “Okay. Thank you, Dal. Have fun out there with your pack and please let them know that I’m sorry for the trouble I gave them. It was never my intention to affect so many people with my amnesia”.

‘No. It’s not your fault, noona, you have nothing to apologize about. Focus on taking care of yourself, that’s all that matters. I’ll see you soon?’ he asks softly, slight vulnerability in his voice.

“Soon, yeah” I muse, and on that note, we end the call, after which I give the phone back to In-yeop. “Thank you for this” I let him know sincerely. “I didn’t know how much I craved for friendship until now. It’s nice to have that desire wake up within me. I can’t have only my mates in my life, after all”.

He nods seriously, phone pushed in his pocket with a light frown on his face. “Of course. Just… don’t be too mad at your mates for hiding us from you. Hoseok and the others wanted to ease the revelations at a slow pace, give you time to settle”.

I sigh deeply at that, then shake my head.

“I appreciate that they care for my well-being, In-yeop, but that’s not their decisions to make. I deserve to know about such important things as friends who mattered to me, or that they expect me to stay home like a domesticated dog without first asking me how I feel about it”.

He winces slightly at my choice of words, uncertainty flashing in his eyes at the real anger he can see in mine. It’s clear that I’m serious, and I am prepared to take action. I will not keep silent on something so important to me.

They told me to not keep silent, to speak up at all time, so that’s exactly what I’ll do.

Bora shares a worried glance with her alpha, but they don’t add anything more. They can see that I won’t change my mind, and in some deep corner of themselves, they’re relieved to see me standing up for myself for once. This is good, even if it will cost the alphas watching over me a good scolding.

At this moment, people begin to enter the building to reach their station with pleasant smiles and greetings, and In-yeop sighs in the disappointment of having to go.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it” he says before turning to me again. “If you need anything, a lift, company, someone to rant to, or someone to keep the bullies away, let me know. I… I resigned from my previous job, I work at home for a new marketing business now. I can make my own schedule and my colleagues are real nice people, so don’t hesitate to call”.

There’s pride in his voice as he reveals that last bit of information, and I nod with a smile. In-yeop is very kind.

He kisses Bora goodbye, a pat on my head and he’s walking out of the building. The beta winks at me as everyone settles in their rightful spot, curious eyes falling on the newcomer that I am, and she walks to the front of the room to introduce me.

Seeing all the friendly smiles directed at me… it feels good. I’m glad I went out today.

NEXT

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ALPHA! 0T7 (YOONMIN CENTRIC) X OMEGA!CHUBBY! READER A/B/O - SUGAR DADDY AU

CHAPTER 23 (4.2k words)

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A knock on the front door has my eyes fluttering slowly, the warmth in which Jimin’s arms encase me hard to fight when the noise that reaches my ears a second time can only mean that another of our mates got here.

“Do you want to go open the door, beautiful? Wanna greet your alpha in person?” the alpha asks in a sweet whisper, lips pressing against my nose and cheeks softly before he’s caressing my hair with an adoring smile.

I slowly nod my head despite how sleepy I still am, not wanting my other mates to think that I don’t want them here. He helps me to my feet with careful and steady hands, then accompanies me to the entrance with a contented sigh.

Another knock on the door before I finally open it, and seeing Jin on the other side has me breaking into a gleeful smile, arms immediately raising for a hug that he could never refuse. Grocery bags meet the ground before he hurries over to pick me up, strong arms pushing me against his chest with all of his desperation, needing to feel me as close as possible.

“You took so long before coming here” I complain with a pout, his deep inhale into the nook of my shoulder and neck giving me shivers, especially when he starts peppering kisses over the sensitive skin, his scent of vanilla mochi comforting to the soul and heart.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, baby pup, wish I could’ve come here sooner too” he murmurs, his arms wound around me so tightly that I doubt he’ll ever let go at this point. His pheromones are a constant presence in the air filling my lungs, and I allow myself to melt further in his embrace.

“I bought food with Yoongi since we knew you had nothing here yet” he continues softly after a moment of simply enjoying my warmth, touch and scent. “Do you want to keep me company while I put everything in the kitchen? I can show you what we got, it’ll be good for you to know what’s in there, otherwise they’ll go bad without being given a chance”.

I nod, arms clinging onto his shoulders and around his neck as I drowsily smile at him, which endears him more than he could voice aloud. He shares a meaningful gaze with Jimin, who comes over to grab the bags while Jin adjusts me with a small jump in his arms to be more comfortable before removing his shoes.

“Such a sleepy pup you are” he muses as he carries me to the kitchen. “Did you nest a lot with Jimin this morning, baby?” he asks with a light chuckle, loving the way that I hold onto him with the same need that he felt all morning.

“Jimin hugged and scented me all morning in the nest” I answer softly. “Made him scent all the fabric too, but I want more, need every alphas in there for the nest to be perfect”.

He hums, agreeing with my words so easily. “You’re right, your alphas need to be very thorough while scenting your nest. We’ll be sure to get it done before the end of the day, sweet pup. Let me get you seated on the counter first, okay baby? I need to empty those bags before we go to the nest”.

I don’t reply, but a whine does leave my lips as he sets me down on the kitchen island to free up his arms. His eyes crease at the puppy look I give him, a small and quick kiss to my lips stronger than him when he leans in to appease me. It felt so natural.

“Don’t be whiny, baby. I don’t want to be away from you either, but we can’t let Jimin do all the work alone, can we?” he chides softly, pleased eyes on the soft blush that creeps up my face at the unpredicted act. He hadn’t meant to do that so soon, but he couldn’t help himself.

I sheepishly shake my head at his remark. “Can’t let Jimin do everything alone” I repeat weakly, eyes on that same alpha as he enters the kitchen with the multiple bags. There’s so much food in there… it’s a good thing though if we’re to be together often. I’ll have to learn to cook for this big pack.

“How kind of you” Jimin teases with a shake of the head. He was honestly expecting to be given the responsibility of putting the food in their rightful place alone while Jin would take me to the nest. He probably wouldn’t have minded all that much.

With my legs dangling under the counter, I observe as they begin showing me the food as well as where they put them. Fridge, freezer, pantry, cabinet, drawer, it helps me to familiarize myself with the space as well since it’s technically my first time here. I can’t remember what I used to own, so I have to start all over again.

I guess we should be glad that I at least still have basic knowledge of what is what. Looking at ingredients brings me the memories of different tastes they have, and it feels great to not have to start over for that too.

By the time they’re done with organizing the kitchen, there’s knocking at the front door before it opens just as quickly. Curious to see who it could be as such confidence can only be the pack, I soundlessly jump off the counter to have a look at the entrance with the alphas’ eyes on my back.

They would’ve reacted accordingly had the smell reaching them been unknown, but smelling Namjoon’s earthy scent assured them that everything was safe, hence why they remain there while I go off on my own.

As soon as I find the giant pack alpha as he removes his shoes, my eyes light up with unrestrained joy and I come running to jump in his arms right as he straightens up with a laugh past his lips. He catches me with a happy groan, then twirls us shortly before hugging me tightly to his built torso.

“I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome by coming here” he muses as he sets me down on my feet, hands now comfortably settled over my hips. “You look like you’re in a good mood, how are you doing, sugar? Jimin and Jin are taking good care of you?”.

I nod quickly before pulling him with me to the kitchen where the two alphas are now putting the bags away for a later use. “Jin just got here with a whole lot of food. I complained all morning to Jimin about my mates not being here, so I’m feeling better now that two more have made it”.

Lips curl upwards at my admission, and Jimin nods his head to confirm what I said when he gets everyone’s attention, a chuckle resounding around us when he pats my head softly, his gaze tender as it falls on me.

“She was a clingy brat all morning, not listening to me and wondering why her mates weren’t running up to her within the hour. I had to give it my all trying to step in for the pack’s honour, but now that the two of you are here, I think you can take over while I sketch some new clothes at the table, right?”

Brows quirk up in interest, and Jin makes a sudden move to pick me up just like earlier, arms lifting me up high enough so that our noses are almost touching. My face heats up at the reminder of his kiss of a moment ago, which was very sweet despite being so short.

“You gave Jimin a hard time this morning, sweet pup?” he inquires with a grin, loving the way that my blush gains in intensity under all of their gazes.

“I- maybe a little bit, but it wasn’t my fault” I try, lips pursing at the snort that follows from the mentioned alpha. “Had you come here sooner, I wouldn’t have had to complain. That being said, it’s your fault if Jimin had a hard time. We were both victims”.

His grin widens, amusement flashing in his eyes. “Oh, so now it’s our fault? Well, we ought to apologize, then, shouldn’t we? Any way we can make our dear omega forgive us for this terrible mistake of ours?”

I nod my head confidently, soul filling with delight because he’s going along even though he knows that it’s not their fault. This ambiance still feels a whole lot better than when they were all serious and depressed at the hospital, so I’m not complaining.

“I told you earlier, the nest needs a whole lot of scenting. If you take care of it, you’ll be forgiven right away. I won’t even complain when the others get here, I’ll be sweet like an angel”.

Lips curl upward, souls bright with the unending love they have for their omega. I look so brave in the alpha’s arms, stating my demands like I always should, for their pack will always be at my beck and call.

“Granted, that we shall do. Do you not want anything else?” it’s Namjoon’s time to speak up this time, his chest going to press over my back and pushing me further into Jin, which has our lips nearly touching and my heart skyrocketing into the clouds.

The alpha’s eyes are half-lidded already as our breaths mingle together, Namjoon’s arms weighing heavily around my waist and Jin’s, his eyes taking in everything about our proximity, as well as our reactions and the way our scents push out in thick waves.

He’d never taken the time to notice before, but he thinks our scents go along together very well, like they were meant for each other.

“Nothing more at all that we can do for our pretty little omega?” he continues, his breath now coating the shell of my ear as he leans in closer. My heart stutters too often to be considered an anomaly anymore, vanilla whipped cream becoming so thick in the air that it’s all they can smell by now.

Jimin’s leaning against the counter besides us, taking in the show with a wide and curious smile, and he would lie if he said that he doesn’t want to see where this is going. He’s getting to see so many interesting sights nowadays.

“Go on, answer your pack alpha” Jin coos after a moment of silence, his every words felt against my lips as he speaks. “You’ve been whining all morning to Jimin, so why can’t you speak your mind with us?”.

“I- I guess we could c-cuddle too” I mumble breathlessly, this stutter not one I can fight when two strong alphas are sandwiching me this way, but they simply hum as if expecting to hear more. Only… I don’t know what more to say! What do they want to hear?!

“Alphas, stop teasing me” I resort to complaining with a frown, which earns me chuckles all around. Is this payback for what I made Jimin go through earlier? I can’t tell anymore, all I know is that their warmth is seeping into me so intensively that I feel like I’m going to burst into flames anytime now.

“Alright, alright” Namjoon finally relents with a step back and a smirk etched on his face. “Let’s get in the nest first. Jimin, are you going to be alright on your own?”. The latter nods smoothly as he shows us his sketchbook.

“I told you, I need to sketch a few designs. You know how focused I can be while sketching, that’s why I was waiting until more of the pack got here before getting started. Didn’t want to leave her alone. And besides, I got more than enough cuddles to sustain me for the rest of the day”.

He winks at me before getting seated at the table, and there’s nothing I can do as Jin carries me back to the nest where I spent all morning with Jimin, Namjoon leading the way and looking way too happy with himself for me to feel confident about what’s to come.

Is it something in my scent? Have I been revealing more than I ever could with words without knowing? What did they find out? What are they going to do? Will I survive being alone with the both of them?

After hearing the room’s door click shut behind us, cedarwood greeting us with a potency that I wish would last forever, I don’t even notice that I’m already falling into a soft headspace until my being gently settled into the nest merges seamlessly into being the small spoon between the two alphas.

Their pheromones and scents are pushing out so thickly that they don’t even need to scent the nest for it to soak up every wafts and aromas, and as I breathe it in, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m also soaking it all up.

Lips press and travel the length of my soft jaw, while another set rests over my neck to tickle over my scent gland, which reacts to them so easily that there’s no control to be had anymore. How could I ever turn the tables around with such dominant alphas? There’s no way it will ever happen.

“Are we being too much?” Jin murmurs after reaching the corner of my lips, where he leaves a small peck before looking me in the eyes.

I don’t know what he sees in my expression right now, but I do see the way he licks his lips, teeth going to nibble on them lightly as he looks at my own. His desires are flagrant, even for someone inexperienced like me.

“Not too much” I answer with a shaky voice, Namjoon’s sharp canines grazing over my skin the last thing I expected to feel from him. A purr reverberates in the nest, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from anymore, all I do know is that it’s calling for mine, a tantalizing plea that pushes at my defenses.

They are getting harder to fight with every passing hours. One day, they will have me exactly where they want me, and I will be at their mercy.

Jin hums, then softly, slowly brings a hand to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over my bottom lip before he tilts my chin up, both granting more space for Namjoon while pushing my lips closer to his own. He pauses another time, then leans down to cover the last distance separating us.

Jin’s lips press over mine softly, and this kiss, as gentle as it is, somehow manages to fill my entire being with his overwhelming love and adoration, the taste of vanilla mochis settling onto my tongue without even needing me to part my lips.

He pulls back, smiles at me, then leans in for another kiss, again and again. Sometimes the kiss lingers for a beat longer, and sometimes they’re short, teasing little pecks that make me whine, and him chuckle.

Meanwhile, Namjoon’s hand is caressing my hip over my clothes while he scents my neck and throat carefully, his instincts feeling a type of satisfaction that he’s never gotten to feel to that extent before - scenting an omega to his heart’s contentment.

In all honesty, he worried that such a thing would never happen, when I was still in a coma.

He worried that he’d never get to hear my breath hitch in my throat as such, that he would never get to feel my heart lose control beneath his lips while another of his mates steals my mouth for himself. He was so afraid that such a scenario would only ever occur in his dreams.

But here I am, currently gasping and making sweet sounds for the both of them as they lavish my skin with love. As they show me who I belong to, and who they belong to. As they make sure that no matter where I go from now on, no wolves will ever doubt that I am theirs.

How much he longed for this moment, ever since he met me for the first time.

That night, despite the fear that had crossed my face multiple times because of the thunder, he had seen an omega that would all too quickly mean the entire world to him and his pack. He had seen an omega that would make him lose control, that would make him give his heart, kneel and worship all at once.

How lucky is he in this instant, to be able to do all of those things for me.

“Well, well, well. I get here and what do I see? My little omega getting smothered with kisses again and again by two demanding alphas” a new voice forces my dazed focus to him, both Jin and Namjoon sighing in slight disappointment at having their moment with me broken so suddenly.

Yoongi tuts softly as he carefully climbs the bed and into the nest to join us, a kiss onto Jin’s lips, and then Namjoon’s before he stares down at me with a warm smile and a caress to my apple red cheeks. His eyes gaze at my plump bottom lip, the sensitive skin reacting to every touch as if it didn’t have enough of the eldest alpha.

“Such a pretty little thing you are” he muses with a husky tone of voice that makes me want to cradle it right into my heart. “If you keep looking at me like this, you’ll make me wish for more than I should be allowed to desire, sweets”.

A purr threatens to burst free at his words, and the two alphas flanking my sides give the man a wolfish grin.

“What’s stopping you, hyung?” Namjoon remarks with a teasing glint in his eyes as he gives up his spot besides me for the new addition, he’s scented me to satisfaction for the day and the time has now come for him to give his pack mates some time with me too.

Who is he to get in the way? He’ll have other opportunities soon enough.

Jin hums deeply as he drops down on his side before pulling my back flush against his chest, tongue licking his lips again to get more of my flavour. They might have been only tiny little kisses, but he still adored every single one of them, and if the blush coating my face and my fluffed up scent are anything to go by, I did too.

“What’s stopping me is Y/N, if she doesn’t want me to do anything” Yoongi replies as he takes place before me, on his side so we can be face to face. There’s a sort of ease now between each of us as we interact compared to when we were still in the hospital room, something that can only be explained by the fact that this is home.

Maybe not their home specifically, but it’s mine, hence theirs as well. There’s something more intimate about being here than somewhere where they treat sick people. Being in the scented nest, and us being mates, I think it’s meant to make things easier for us.

“Goodness, just look at her. You’ve gotten her skin all swollen in places, one would think that you’ve been at it for hours” he chides softly as he grazes a finger over the reddened skin of my neck, the sensitivity causing me to wince slightly.

A glance at Namjoon’s proud smile could never manage to hide half of the satisfaction currently flooding his being, I quickly find out with a soft puff of air past my lips. He couldn’t begin to feel guilty even if he wanted to.

“We had to make sure she keeps our scents on for a long time. We can’t have other wolves believing that she’s unmated, she doesn’t wear my mark yet after all. Until she asks for it, this is the second best alternative”.

“True” Yoongi murmurs softly as he leans in to nuzzle his nose with mine. “The last thing we want is our adorable omega falling in the wrong hands, hm? Can’t have anyone else thinking that they can have you when you’re already ours”.

“So possessive” I murmur back, a small smile melting on my face when he chuckles in response.

There’s something so… comforting about being here right now. What Namjoon and Jin offered me, without having to utter a single word, was a sense of safety and belonging. They claimed me, not with words but with actions, and it soothed a part of me as well as my wolf.

“But you like that, don’t you?” he asks, a glint of concern and hope flashing in his eyes as he observes my reaction. Like he’s looking out for any signs that I’m not just pretending, that I truly am enjoying this and not keeping my thoughts to myself as to avoid hurting them.

I cup his face between my hands, softly letting my thumbs caress the skin beneath his eyes in a massage that I know feels good because he’s done it for me at the hospital. Surprised, he stills, his gaze unable to leave my face as I smile.

“I do like it, very much so” I assure him, as well as Jin and Namjoon. “Please rest assured that I will always tell you if something makes me uncomfortable. I’m not staying silent unless I have a very good reason for it”.

“Even with a very good reason, you should still always tell us” Yoongi counters, his scent of lavender green tea flooded with relief as he tilts his head into the warmth of my hand beneath his head. He presses a soft kiss to my wrist, then another one.

“No matter what happens. It’s the least we can do for you” Namjoon adds sincerely from the foot of the bed once he’s made it to his feet.

I meet his gaze, feeling that this is very important to not only him but their entire pack. What he’s asking for is no secrets that go against my well-being. I nod my head and he smiles, thankful. Then he’s exiting my bedroom, door shutting quietly behind him.

After a moment of silence, I bring my attention back to Yoongi, then frown as his scent is the least prominent of the room right now.

Without warning, I gently rub a hand over the scent gland at his neck, which both startles him and allows for his scent to push out in a thick wave, as I hoped for. His eyes are round and staring at me as I reach out for one of the blankets behind him, which I then give to him.

“I’m sorry but I’m going to need you to physically scent the nest. With how strong the other scents are, I’m afraid that simply lying down here won’t do much anymore. I can barely smell you and that is something we need to change”.

Jin snorts from behind me, only to grunt weakly when I gently hit him in the stomach with my elbow. “Don’t laugh, Jin” I let out with a frown. “This is very important business and I will not have anyone take this matter lightly”.

Yoongi shows Jin a haughty grin, and he too receives a light jab in the ribs. “What did I say?”.

“Sorry, baby” “Sorry, sweets”.

They share a sheepish glance before Yoongi proceeds to scent some of the blankets and pillows I give him while Jin helps to reorganize everything as we go. Scented blankets and pillows back where they were, or as close as he can remember.

One thing is for sure, the two eldest wolves think to themselves as they observe me move around the nest with a confidence that they are not used to seeing from me, their omega is not the weak woman she once was.

“When Jungkook, Hoseok and Taehyung come, I’ll have to make them scent the nest too. Jin, can you put these aside for later, please? I want some pieces to have specific scents on them, I noticed that it makes the merge smoother. Otherwise some scents get overwritten by stronger ones”.

“A good observation, baby. This one hasn’t been scented yet either, do you want to set it aside?”.

“Oh… no, you can scent it, Jin”.

“I never thought so much work would go into making the perfect nest, Namjoon wasn’t kidding when he said that an alpha needs to study the art”.

“Did Namjoon study how to make nests before?”.

“He sure did, sweets”.

“... then he needs to come back. Wait for me, I’m going to fetch him”.

Jin and Yoongi release an endeared sigh as they help me out of the nest, eyes showing that they would do anything I ask of them as they tend to the scenting that I have ordered. Their hands brush together as they pass around the different fabrics, a sentiment of peace settled in their soul.

I seem to have become a bossy little omega, but they’re enjoying every seconds of it and they can’t wait to see where else they will get to see the repercussions of this second chance at living life as my own true self.

Such fun that is to come.

NEXT

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This is such a nice chapter I loved it honestly. So cute. Can’t wait to see the rest of OT7!

THE SOLSTICE COVEN

BTS (CENTRIC CAREGIVER! YOONGI) X WHEELCHAIR USER! READER MAGIC/SOULMATES AU

CHAPTER 7 (6.1k words)

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Entering the same coffee shop as last time brings a familiarity that does not serve to calm my quickly beating heart, and I for a moment wonder if coming here was really a good idea when staring at Namjoon brings its share of fluttering sensations in my stomach.

How absolutely ridiculous is it that I might develop a crush on Hoseok’s mate? I am already having a rather hard time getting rid of any warmth the witch makes me feel whenever he stands close, not to forget that Yoongi and I have started… whatever this is supposed to be for now.

I need to get over these feelings and quickly. It’s not fair to their coven, to Yoongi. I need to do better.

“Joonie, we’re here” Hoseok muses as he reaches the counter first, followed closely by Yoongi and I. The place is just as inviting and cozy as last time, with the smells of food and books slowly filling my lungs. I wonder if I’ll ever get to read here one day.

The giant man blinks, then glances at us at his mate’s call, and I get to feel my cheeks warm up all over again when he smiles radiantly as his eyes fall on us. He motions for us to be patient for a little minute as he finishes up with the current customer already being served at the counter.

While Hoseok swoons over his handsome mate from the counter he’s leaning his hip against, I turn my glance to the food in front of us.

“Are you going to try something different today?” Yoongi asks me as we gaze at the sandwiches, to which I answer with a small exhale, unsure of what I really want this time. I’m not particularly hungry, and eating a sandwich feels a bit much.

“I might go with something light? I don’t think I can handle heavy food right now, I’m still digesting last night’s dinner and this morning’s breakfast” I mumble with pursed lips, and I watch as he nods his head, feeling the same way.

“Yeah, same. I’ve been eyeing the salads, do you want to share again?”.

“Sounds good to me, why don’t we take two to get some variety?”.

“That’s exactly what I was going to offer”.

Hoseok openly observes us with a small smile as he stands on the sideline to gaze at the way we interact, and knowing that last night was a fun date for us makes his chest bloom with hundreds of pretty little flowers.

“What about you, Hoseok?” I ask, turning my gaze to him and not noticing the warmth in his creased eyes as anything other than friendship. “Will Namjoon sit with us again or will he be too busy for that today?”.

Before answering me, Hoseok cocks his head towards his tall mate to confirm something that they seem to have already talked about when the latter nods at us.

“I was hoping to sit with you, is that alright? Would you rather spend lunchtime with Hoseok alone this time?” the giant asks us with what appears to be a light of vulnerability in his eyes, as if our rejection to his presence would physically hurt him, something I find strange.

“Not at all, Namjoon, feel free to stay with us. It’s just that today appears to be busier than last time, that’s why I asked” I reassure as he comes closer from the other side of the counter, now done with the previous customer who takes a seat not too far from where we are with their date.

His shoulders relax, as do Hoseok’s, another detail that I find strange. What’s going on with them today?

“I’ll be fine, someone will cover for me. Do you know what you’ll have for lunch today?” he brings with ease the conversation towards the reason of our presence here, food, and I hum while pushing my wheels forward so I can have a closer look at all the different salads.

Some are with pasta, others with colourful leaves, or even entirely veggies. They all look delicious, but the amount of choices on top of not being that hungry keeps me from being able to decide what I want.

Yoongi crouches next to me, somehow sensing my discomfort, something that he appears to take to heart nowadays. “Do you want me to choose for you?”.

It’s like we switched positions from last time, a funny turn of events. Still, I appreciate his offer, so I nod. “Please, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed right now” I admit, not recognizing how worrying that can be as the three witches share a concerned look.

“Anything we can do to help? Is it the environment? Too much noise?” Hoseok enquires as he makes one step closer to get more information, but I look up at him with a confused expression on my face, why all those questions?

“Hm? Not at all, Hoseok, everything’s just fine. Don’t worry”.

There’s a pattern there that Yoongi is starting to put together more and more, starting with the fact that sometimes, I don’t seem aware of how I feel at a particular moment despite sometimes saying it very clearly with words myself.

Then there’s my calculated avoidance, which he notices more often than not.

Hoseok looks at Yoongi, and I move my gaze from one to the other briefly before staring back at the salads in front of me while Namjoon stands in silence, observant to the sight in front of him, and more specifically to how I’m behaving.

I don’t look uncomfortable, but I don’t look comfortable either. He’s not sure what to make of this.

“Maybe something warm to drink could help” he offers after a few more heartbeats. That has me staring at the list of different drinks in front of me, and the teas catch my attention more than the others.

“Is there one tea in particular that you’d recommend, Namjoon?”.

He runs a hand through his messy grey hair before leaning almost half of his muscled body over the counter to have a look at what caught my gaze, and he hums before pointing at one of them despite the list looking upside down for him, either unaware of the blush his proximity brings to life, or he’s simply giving me a chance to not humiliate myself by ignoring it.

“There’s this one that I personally really like. It’s fruity, not too sweet, but not bitter either. I can add sweet milk if you want, but I think it’s the best when you leave it as it is”.

Well there you have it, this makes choosing much more simple for me. “As it is sounds perfect to me. I’ll have that one, please”.

He smiles at my answer, and he needs to fight against every single one of his urges when his fingers itch to feel and caress my cheek softly, which he successfully avoids by bringing his gaze back to Yoongi, another soul that he’d love to know better.

“The two of you were looking at the salads a moment ago, will you be sharing again?”.

Yoongi scratches the back of his neck, eyes still wandering over the different options before settling with two, which he points at for the shop owner. “Yes, we’re not that hungry so these will do. And if I could have a coffee on the side, that’d be nice, please”.

Hoseok joins the conversation by pointing at one of the croissant sandwiches, similar to what he took last time, but with a different filling. “And I’ll have that one, Joonie. No need to warm it up, though, cold will do”.

After writing down our orders on a notepaper for later, Namjoon sends us to the same table we sat at last week with a promise to be with us soon.

Honestly, it feels a little weird to be back here again. I had to tell them about my condition back then, after they saw my magick run out of control. I was slightly worried that their behaviour towards me would change, but there was no pitying from either men and that reassured me.

“How was your weekend, Hoseok? Did you do anything special with your mates?” I ask as we settle around the table, myself where a chair is missing, and the witch smiles softly as he turns his gaze my way.

“We stayed at home, actually. We cooked a few side dishes for the week, then watched movies and played games together. There was a new one that Jungkook really wanted us to play together, a new Mario Party. It was pretty fun”.

I make a sound at the mention of the game, I did hear about that once or twice. I myself had a look into the game console a few months ago, but the exorbitant price had me leaving the shop empty handed.

“That sounds like a fun weekend, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself with your coven” I muse, and Hoseok leans over the table, chin resting on his clasped hands as he stares expectantly at Yoongi and I.

“What about you two? Did you do something fun?”.

I immediately blush at his pointed question while Yoongi straightens up on his seat, a look of pride flashing across his face as he sees the look on my own.

“We had dinner together at a really good restaurant last night, then went for a movie at the cinema afterward. I think I can speak for the both of us when I say that we had a great time, and that we’d do it again should the opportunity present itself”.

Quickly nodding my head to let the man know that I’m on the same wavelength as him, Hoseok smiles widely, more than satisfied with what was said. Jin will be very happy to know that we liked our time at his restaurant.

“Yoongi made me feel like I was royalty, it was a new experience for me, but I liked it” I admit shyly just as Namjoon comes over with our food, and while he missed a good chunk of the conversation, he seems to know exactly what it is that we’re talking about when he chuckles.

“The restaurant’s dreamy terrace was decorated with that aspect in mind, I’m glad that you had a good time with the space to yourselves. I bet you both looked amazing”.

Yoongi and I glance at each other, we hadn’t mentioned the terrace, did we? And we didn’t say anything about having the space to ourselves either, so how did he know? Now that I think about it, Hoseok didn’t look surprised either, he rather looked like he already knew about it.

Seeming to catch on to their mistake, Hoseok’s smile falls a little, and he pulls on Namjoon’s rolled up sleeve to get him to sit down after he’s settled everything on the table for us, with the two salads and our drinks between Yoongi and I.

“Actually, Y/N, Yoongi, there was a reason as to why I invited you here today”.

Sensing the new seriousness of his tone, my heart begins a nervous beat while Yoongi doesn’t move a muscle, eyes on the two men who observe us with tensed postures that I would’ve found uncomfortable for them if I wasn’t tensed myself.

Namjoon takes Hoseok’s hand when the latter begins to tremble slightly, eyes alternating between staring at me and avoiding me whenever our gazes meet, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to take that.

Have I done something wrong? Have I hurt him without knowing, and he needs Namjoon’s support to tell me because it would be too hard to do otherwise? He looked just fine earlier, happy as ever, but now… I can’t be sure of anything anymore.

My ice crystals softly slide against my fingers to ease my mind, but then dig into my palm to draw patterns that would soothe if it didn’t feel like a knife carving wood.

It’s painful, more than I can voice aloud, but at least it helps to distract me from the worst of my erratic heartbeat. It feels like a friendship is about to end, and it scares me. I really like Hoseok, but maybe it was just me and I misread everything.

“Gosh, I don’t know if there’s any right way to say this, so I’ll say it bluntly, okay?”.

I focus on the cold aching sensation that my magick causes as it spreads over the back of my hand, from the tip of my fingers to my wrist, eyes closing as if that might lower the pain of the rejection to come.

Why did he invite us with one of his beautiful smiles if it was only to put an end to what I thought was a blooming friendship between us?

“I thought the bond would eventually reach out to your magick, that you would one day feel it if I gave you enough time. But it never happened, and then Yoongi arrived, only to not feel the bond either despite the two of you living together. That’s when I knew that time wouldn’t change anything”.

Hoseok takes in a deep breath before finally blurting it out.

“You’re our mates, Y/N, Yoongi, the both of you”.

My eyes snap open, the shock so big that my magick dissipates from my hand right away to instead loom over my head with the same surprise that I currently feel in my heart, in my head and in my soul. What was that?

“I should’ve told you sooner, and I’m sorry that I took so long but-”

“Wait, wait a minute, Hoseok” I cut him off, feeling faint in my chair while Yoongi’s still as a statue, eyes round from the unexpected revelation. “This- you knew from the very beginning?” I ask him, and Hoseok nods, guilt visible all over his face as he looks down.

“I didn’t know what to do, or how to tell you. I was afraid that you wouldn’t believe me, we barely knew each other and you couldn’t feel our bond after all. So I waited, hoping that you’d eventually open yourself to what we had. But when I met Yoongi, when you said that you were without mates, that’s when I realized that it wouldn’t be that simple, and that we needed to do something ourselves”.

“The restaurant date, the terrace, it was our eldest mate who organized everything” Namjoon continues. “When he saw your names on the list of reservation, he worked hard so that everything would be perfect for your arrival. We thought we owed you at least a good evening while we thought about how to tell you the truth”.

“The restaurant’s owner… it was him” Yoongi murmurs, suddenly remembering what was said back then. He couldn’t be there, but he wished us a lovely evening. He knew, and that’s why we were given the special treatment.

Hoseok nods before glancing at me, concern and fear in his pretty eyes. “I’m sorry for never telling you sooner, Y/N, truly. I should’ve told you the first time I saw you, but instead I kept from you something so important during months”.

Unable to find what to say, I keep quiet as I try to make sense of everything.

From the very beginning, Hoseok has always been nice with me, which, as I learned later on, wasn’t the norms. He would always help and support me, and his smiles were warm unlike the way he would stare at others.

I often tried to understand why I was given his gentler side, if it was maybe out of pity, or if it was because he saw something in me that he couldn’t find in others. Knowing that he had a coven made me wary of any growing feelings towards him, but it was manageable, up to a certain degree.

Then months later, just as everything around me started to settle comfortably and without warning, I find out that I never had to close a door on those feelings to begin with because I was always meant to be by his side.

Yoongi… the only reason why he became my caregiver was because we both knew ourselves to be without mates. We’d done the tests and we’d received the results the next week. That was our undeniable reality.

We’d gone through the pain of coming to terms with the fact that we’d never have a coven of our own, that our home would never be filled with that kind of love and that we might actually have to live our whole life alone.

But we surprisingly found comfort in each other, relief in that it might be possible to find that love in one another instead, without having to feel like we were betraying anyone. I learned to appreciate having him near, even if sometimes he really annoys me to no end.

Then all of a sudden, I learn that he too is my mate, just as he’s learning that I am his. So suddenly, we’re finding out that fate had planned everything from the very beginning, that it brought us all together for a reason, so that it would lead to this very moment.

When Hoseok took us here last week, to Namjoon, it was because he had hopes that it might help to trigger something in the dormant bond, and since it didn’t, they had to come to terms with the fact that they’d have to tell us more directly the next time we’d meet.

Which led to today.

Feeling a headache rising within my skull, I silently pull back from the table to bring some distance between us, needing some space of my own to process everything. I stop next to the farthest bookshelf, then drop my head on my hands.

I’m not mad at Hoseok, not disappointed at anyone. I can understand how it might’ve been hard to deal with this situation, hard to figure out the best moves when that kind of thing doesn’t happen too often.

Silent bonds are not something we hear about, not something we’re taught happens, because it includes going into the subject of mental health and society would rather do anything to pretend like that doesn’t exist instead of trying to understand.

So why can I not feel the bond? It’s been months since Hoseok and I met, and it’s not like I’m against having mates, it was something that I in fact wished for, until the test results. If Hoseok feels the bond with Yoongi and I, if Namjoon feels it too, then why can’t we?

Someone crouches next to me, and I don’t need to open my eyes to know that it’s Yoongi, simply because I recognize his perfume, that and the comforting gentleness that always follows around him like an aura.

It must be shocking for him too, to hear the things that we did, but instead of focusing on that, here he is trying to take care of me as he rubs soothing motions onto my arm, his fire magick warming up my skin when he finds some remnants of my ice underneath.

He follows the trails left behind all the way to my fingers, and he softly takes my hand between his to warm it up. He wants to let me know that he understands how I feel, that he’s here with me, for me, so he squeezes lightly.

Thankful for him, I squeeze back just as softly, as the warmth of his magick works to soothe even the headache that was forming just a moment ago. I don’t know how he does that, how he always takes the aching away so easily, like it’s just second nature to him.

Is it the magick, or is it something more? I can’t tell anymore. Maybe the bond was always thrumming and alive between us, even if we couldn’t feel it.

“Is that better?” he asks after a few seconds of scanning my body for any ice crystals he might have forgotten, and when I nod my head, he exhales his relief and relaxes by my side, though he doesn’t let go of my hand yet.

For Yoongi, there’s the unmistakable joy of knowing that he wasn’t without mates after all that fills his soul. Joy of knowing that I am one of them, and that this growing love can not only remain, but be nurtured for what it is.

But then there’s also his anxiety that seems insistent on making him feel like he’s broken, because what’s wrong with him that kept him from feeling the bond? That made it so he couldn’t feel it with me, and not with either of the men he’s gotten to know through me?

Or from the very beginning, were there not, underneath it all, the smallest hints of an attraction towards them, the same that he felt towards me? Was there not a pull, one that was simply easier to brush off as nothing instead of digging deeper?

He doesn’t understand why that happened, but he wants to find out the cause until he can feel it too. He’ll make it so we can both feel it, just as we were always meant to.

“I feel like I was just given a birthday present ten years late, honestly” I finally speak up, his consistent touch helping me to calm down and to accept what was said more easily, it’s not like it was anything bad after all, it’s rather a joyous thing once the shock fades.

Hoseok is actually my mate, Yoongi is mine too, as is Namjoon, not to forget those from their coven whom I’ve yet to meet. There’s something comforting about this knowledge, because it can finally explain the feelings, the pull, the longing.

Yoongi chuckles softly, thumb gentle as it caresses over my hand. He feels more confident in showing his affection now and it’s liberating, in a way. He doesn’t have to pull back anymore, not if it’s with his mates. Is it wrong of him to think like that?

“I feel the same. I grew up all my life hearing that I’d never have mates, and then the tests confirmed the lack of bond and it felt like the universe had… forgotten me. Yet today I hear that it was never true, and that my not feeling the bond doesn’t mean it’s not there”.

I slowly open my eyes to meet his gaze, and his gentle and soft eyes crease slightly as he takes me in. “I’m glad I could experience what it feels like to fall in love with you before learning about the bond between us. I think that, too, is a gift, in its own way”.

A warmth spreads in my chest at those words, and I feel the smallest smile pull at my lips.

He’s right. That is indeed a beautiful gift we were granted. We got to appreciate the appearance of those warm feelings with a fated the natural way, and that is special and unique in its own right.

“That’s a beautiful way of seeing things, Yoongi. Maybe we were lucky, then” I muse back, to which he answers with a gummy smile that melts me right on the spot. That smile should be illegal, but I want to keep seeing it forever.

Looking over my shoulder to find Hoseok and Namjoon silently sat at the table and snuggled close as they wait has me taking in a deep breath, and Yoongi understands what this means without needing to hear me say it when he stands to give me space so I can turn my chair around.

Once at the table, he locks the brakes for me - since there’s no need to run away anymore - while I set my gaze on Hoseok who now stares at me with visible concern. It’s a good thing that we didn’t take any hot food for lunch, because it would’ve been cold by the time we eat.

I take a sip of the tea, finding that waiting has made it into the perfect temperature for drinking, and I hum softly before smiling at Namjoon. “You were right, the tea is very good”.

That has him smiling back, posture easing on his chair. “I’m glad you like it, dear. Shall we eat first before we continue this conversation? You don’t have to say anything about what was mentioned right away, I know that it’s a lot we just dropped on the two of you today”.

“No need to wait, Namjoon. I… It was very sudden, but it’s not… bad. It’s more of a relief, actually. To know that these feelings can finally be explained, though it’s also unnerving to know that I can’t feel a bond that would otherwise be very precious to me”.

Hoseok heaves a sigh of pure relief at those words, muscles losing of a tension that kept him rigid and uncomfortable. Namjoon pats his thigh before turning back to Yoongi and I.

“Actually, we have a mate who works with doctors specialized in bond anomalies, so he asked them about you. What came out the most was that silent bonds usually occur because of emotional trauma, usually after someone has experienced rejection. In their words, not being able to feel the bond could be explained by seeing it as the soul closing a door as to avoid more painful experiences”.

“That makes sense” Yoongi says after frowning at the table for a bit, we have indeed been through rejection in a way that could have caused emotional trauma, no matter its form and size. Both of our families betrayed us, made us feel unloved, and we suffered because of it.

“My parents kicked me out when I was still a teen because of a lie my brother told them about me, and I had to survive on my own from then on” he explains when Hoseok and Namjoon look at him with a puzzled expression that falls into outrage the very next second.

He shrugs lightly. “I don’t hate them for it anymore, it’s been a long time ago and I have moved on with my own life since, but I guess that could’ve caused a big enough trauma to block the bond, considering that the theory is right”.

When Yoongi turns his gaze to me, the two witches do the same, and I nervously pat a hand over my thigh, fingers dancing on the fabric of my pants while my magick creates a blanket over my shoulders. Cold to the touch, but warm to the heart.

“I told you last time about the day of my accident, but what I didn’t tell you was how my parents reacted after learning that I’d never be able to walk ever again. I remember the way my mother looked at me… like I was a doll that had outlived its time, while my father just… left without a word.

“It all happened so fast after that. They bought a house in Seoul, something about how it would be better adapted for my new condition, then shipped me there, and that was the end of it. They never answered my calls, never tried to contact me either, so I eventually gave up on trying”.

“That’s… terrible” Namjoon murmurs while Hoseok looks heartbroken. I did mention a bit of my relationship with my parents on the night that he drove me home, which is when he also met Yoongi for the first time, but he didn’t think it was that bad.

Two cases of rejection, and enough to create emotional trauma. The bond doctors must have been right.

“Is there a way to fix the silent bond?” Yoongi asks next, and Namjoon hums lightly, arms crossed over his built chest as he stares at the table.

“Well, as far as we know, there’s only one way available to us, which is why we figured it was time to tell you about the bond. The doctors believe that making you two fall in love with us might fix everything, that and meeting everyone else in our coven”.

Oh… I don’t know why I expected something more… magickal, but I guess it makes sense.

Namjoon smiles softly when he sees our shoulders droop a little. “I’m sorry that there are no more effective methods out there, but if you could give us a chance, I would love to make use of that opportunity to gain your love. That seems lovely to me”.

Feeling myself blush at his statement, I clear my throat while avoiding all of their gazes. “Well… seeing as it was harder to avoid crushing on you than it was to reach that point… I don’t think you’ll struggle too much”.

Namjoon blinks in surprise, only to beam into a proud grin, and Hoseok leans over the table with desperation in his eyes as he stares at me. “What about me? Did you ever… do you think it could be possible to love me? It’s been longer since we met and-”

He stops talking when he tentatively opens his senses to my emotions, and my blush gains in intensity, something hard to fight when I suddenly remember the feeling of his body against mine when he’d helped me into the car that night.

My heart had pulsed with strength, and while I’d done my best to ignore it, there are things harder to do than others.

“That won’t be a problem” I admit shyly, body burning with the embarrassment of having to speak such words to the same people whom I thought I could never love. They certainly won’t find it too hard to make me fall, because I’ve been standing on the precipice already.

“Oh thank goodness, you- oh you have no idea how happy that makes me. I was so scared that you’d struggle with me since we’ve worked together for months now, you’ve known about my coven from the very beginning” he confesses with a hand over his face, as if doing so might help him to get rid of those unwanted fears once and for all.

Namjoon smiles at him, then at Yoongi and I. “It’s a relief to know that we can finally move forward with the bond, now that you know. Some of us couldn’t sleep all night because we didn’t know how today would go, and I was one of them”.

Hoseok emits a small chuckle, eyes now glassy with his overwhelming joy, it shows me just how scared he was, and how much he cares.

“If it was up to me, I’d invite you over to meet our coven tonight after work, but that would be moving too fast, right?” he asks softly, only to sigh when Namjoon shoots him a gentle look with a hand over his shoulder.

“Let’s give them some time, babe. They just learned that they’re each other’s mates, I think they deserve to explore their bond before they meet everyone, not to mention that the week just began. Maybe we can invite you over for dinner on Friday instead?”.

I look at Yoongi, eyes blinking softly as he smiles blissfully, the shimmer in his eyes so pretty that my mind briefly blanks from awe. Has he gotten more beautiful in the short amount that we’ve been here or is it just me?

“Friday sounds good” he answers for us, his eyes still on me. “I would indeed like to make use of this week to explore that new reality of ours, if she would accept to do so with me. Being mates changes a lot of things about our current arrangement”.

I purse my lips warily at that. “Are you dropping out of the work contract already?”.

He chuckles with a deep rasp that makes me flush and pout.

“Of course not, why would I when that contract allows me to stay by your side? I like being your caregiver, the bond won’t change that. I only meant to say that I don’t want to see you only as my client anymore, the same way that I don’t want you to see me only as an employee anymore”.

I make a shy o with my lips, then look away with a barely hidden smile that speaks of my joy and relief, only now remembering that Hoseok and Namjoon are staring with interest, both of their chins rested on their hands.

“I love seeing the way you interact with each other” Hoseok finally muses with creased eyes and a heart shaped smile. “It’s special, because your bond grew stronger, not because fate decided so, but because you found a common ground that keeps you afloat over the unruly ocean”.

Feeling proud, Yoongi pulls his coffee closer to warm it up with his magick, after which he takes a sip. His heart feels so happy today that he could easily believe it’s Christmas. He was given the most beautiful present life could offer him after all.

“I think so too. I wasn’t sure what would happen while living with her, but I’ve been loving every minutes of every day. We’ve had fights, of course, but I think they managed to bring us closer so I don’t resent them. It helped me to understand her better, and Y/N to see that I’m on her side, rather than against her”.

“I would like to remind that you’re still annoying when you set your mind to it, Yoongi” I grumble in the face of his endless positivism. “I know you’re on my side but sometimes… you force me to acknowledge things that I prefer to ignore, and that’s not cool”.

“I said I wanted you to see me as a mate, not that I’m not your caregiver anymore, Y/N. For as long as that contract exists, it’s my job to make sure you do everything you’re supposed to do. You’re not avoiding those exercises, I see you”.

Hoseok and Namjoon grin at the sight that we make, and I take a sip of my turned-cold tea with a unhappy frown. “You’re not fair” I utter as the cold liquid flows down nicely, and he snorts in amusement, not in the least bothered by my behaviour. He thinks it’s cute.

I take another sip of my tea to calm down, there’s no need to get angry now. My magick naturally drops an ice cube into the liquid to make it into the perfect iced tea, and its little splash earns me the three men’s attention in the span of a second.

I try to pretend like nothing happened, but Yoongi rolls his eyes before shaking his head. “We all heard that” he says, but I tilt my head as innocently as I can manage. How dare he point out my harmless bit of luxury like this?

“Whatever makes you say that, Yoongi? I was just drinking my tea and minding my own business, as you should”.

Namjoon covers his mouth with a hand just in time to muffle the snort that leaves him, and Hoseok is not faring any better while Yoongi stares at me, lips parted at the offense directed at him. “Well I ought to melt that ice if you’re going to speak to me that way”.

I quickly move my cup away from him when he makes a threatening movement towards me, and I swear when my locked chair keeps me from fleeing as he stands with a large, gummy smirk that means danger.

“No, Yoongi. Not my tea, I just had a tiny cube of ice made that’s all-” I try to make peace with him before he pounces, but I end up screaming instead when he suddenly decides to punish me with tickles, my cup quickly taken from me by Namjoon when I squirm and twist on my chair in laughter.

“You want to say that again for me? Do I need to mind my own business, now?” he asks teasingly, finding his own amusement in rendering me speechless, tears strolling down my cheeks at this torture that sees no end, he will kill me if he doesn’t stop soon!

Namjoon and Hoseok sigh in contentment, then begin eating their food in peace while their two newest mates playfully strengthen their bond before their very eyes. What a special show they’re given on this good day.

“Y-Yoongi! You monster, s-stop!”.

“But I’m just minding my own business! Whatever are you talking about, Y/N?”.

NEXT

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YESSSS IM EXCITED

Choose your own adventure: The fate of hybrids

The fate of hybrids - chapter 1 ---

I swear I didn't forget this project jdjsfsk, I just got distracted by a lot of things. As mentioned the last time, these will be small chapters! Around 1k words each, maybe sometimes they will be bigger but this is meant to be an easy little thing to write for me.

Please vote your choice at the end so that you can build the future of this fic and do let me know if you enjoy this!

You stare at the newspaper in front of you with a deep sigh.

Hybrids are losing in popularity, shelters are overwhelmed, what happens to them now?

It makes you frown.

First, humans create hybrids to treat like pets, cute and obedient little things that look up to you like you're a god, and when they get bored of their creation, they already jump onto the next fun toy, hence leaving behind them living beings who are now completely confused and left to themselves.

You hate how selfish humans are. You might be one yourself, but you hate how everyone around you seems to always jump on the next train when someone says to do so.

You bring your gaze back to the newspaper in front of you, the words weighing heavy on your heart. What will happen to those hybrids now? Are the shelters going to start euthanizing them like they're some kind of wild animals? The simple thought of it makes you nauseous.

You stare around you with a sense of urgency, eyes taking in how empty your house is and brain already registering how many of them you could take it, how many hybrids can you afford with your salary?

There are empty rooms both on the main floor and upstairs, so it's not like you lack the space. You're often at home doing work calls in your office and answering emails so really, you could take care of hybrids while working from home, as long as they can respect that there are times to be bothered, and times to be left alone.

You do need to make money to buy food and heat the floors, and that’s besides the clothes and other living expenses that will add to the list, such as phones and working plans for all of them, you need to have a budget set up and working before jumping head first into this.

You bring your gaze back to the newspaper and read lower on the same page to see that hybrid shelters are apparently willing to help furnish bedrooms and get clothes for those who accept to adopt more than one hybrid, something that would certainly help you get started.

The question is... how many are you willing and can afford to adopt? How many can you handle on your own? And most of all… what types of hybrids would they be?

Preys? Predators?

Don't they require a different kind of care depending on their animal instincts? You can’t just jump in with your eyes closed, you definitely need more information, so you grab your phone and access a popular website for hybrids in the hopes of learning what you need.

You heard often in the past that predators are loving creatures, but that they need a lot of attention, and as you thought, the website confirms this as a 100% true.

Regular walks outside and going to the park to let them run are very important so that they don’t have an excess of energy at home, but you also have to be careful of the scents that stick to you as they tend to get jealous extremely fast.

A scent coming from the opposite sex can make the hybrids feel more protective and aggressive, which is why most people are scared of adopting them.

You heard once that a past owner got locked in their own home because their hybrid was scared of being abandoned, all of that due to a hug from a cousin after a family gathering that didn’t accept hybrids in their midst.

You can't really ignore that, though you have an inkling that this might have happened because the owner didn’t give their hybrid enough attention. Neglect can cause many types of reactions from these poor creatures, so as long as you’re careful about that, you should be fine, right?

It’s not like you ever see family anyway, you’re pretty much always alone and you don’t believe it’s something that will change outside of the hybrids you would adopt, you’ve always been kind of a loner after all.

Yeah, you should be fine.

You continue reading a bit longer about predators before falling onto the section about prey hybrids.

As expected, they're a lot calmer than predators, they’re more comfortable spending time at home than they are about going outside, though there are exceptions to the rule.

Overall easier to take care of, but they're also frightened and cuddly creatures, so while not as aggressive as predators, you still need to be careful with possible strangers' scents as prey hybrids have sensitive hearts.

You feel like both are fine to adopt for you so this didn’t really help you choose, but it’s always good to have more knowledge about their kind so you make sure to remember everything you just read. This might come in handy one day.

You go down lower on the page and begin reading all of the comments made by hybrid owners, and it really makes you wonder if the people who wrote these are even taking care of their hybrids properly, because some comments in there make you cringe more than you can handle, what were they thinking, writing that into the internet?

Some people are saying that you need to set hard limits with your hybrids, to remind them whenever needed of your differences, because if you make them believe even once that you love them, or could love them, then everything becomes hell.

What’s so bad about having hybrids who want to give you attention and love while asking for the same treatment in return? You feel like that’s pretty normal, isn’t that how relationships work? Be it between friends or lovers?

That only goes to show you that people don’t adopt hybrids for good reasons. What they’re saying is basically to keep them as pets inside your home and to treat them like strangers, isn’t it?

But the thing is, you can’t imagine yourself not having an ounce of love for your hybrids, and it’s not like you would mind falling in love with them either, ears and tails don’t bother you at all, you feel like that would actually make them more endearing than humans.

Yeah, you’re truly not a fan of your own race, dating another human is more likely to make you experience hell than dating a hybrid would.

You close the website before leaning over the coffee table in front of you to grab your notebook.

You guess it’s time to get working on that budget now that you know what you want to do, and once that’s done, you can have a look around the empty bedrooms to see how you could organize everything.

You don’t know why this feels so important to you, but you really, really want to give a good life to these creatures who were brought into this world because of your kind’s selfishness.

Maybe it’s because you want to prove that you’re not like your family, or like anyone else for that matter. Maybe it’s to give yourself a reason to live, the very bland life that you’re living enough to give you a headache from how boring it is.

Either way, you want to give this a go. You’ll get hybrids, you’ll fill this house.

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I love this as a plus size person 💜

bts and how they would love their plus size s/o

pairings: bts x reader genre: fluff, smut, warnings: suggestive but also more, face sitting, thigh riding, body worship, possessive jungkook, hobo is a boob man, mr tongue technology,

Namjoon

loves to kiss your stretch marks. like absolutely loves them. loves to trace them as well

"they give me a map to loving you"

insists on cuddling on the couch, knowing there isn't a lot of room so you have to lay on him

"it's okay, baby, come lay on me"

loves when you where his clothes, especially when you only wear one of his shirts (loves how they barely cover your thighs)

his favorite physical part about you is your thighs, they literally make him drool

"c'mere babygirl. let me help you" when he sees you struggling with your thoughts. he knows you constantly think you're too heavy or big for him. he's not having it

holds your hips and guides your movements as you ride his thigh. loves knowing he can make you cum with just his thighs, flexing it and holding you tight.

Jin

also a thigh man but for different reasons (kind of)

loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you from behind

loves to make new recipes for you to try and test out

loves that he can provide for you and your shared love of food

"just one more minute, baby" when you try to get out of bed but he isn't done cuddling you yet

will happily hype you up in new clothes

"world wide beautiful" is your new title

his love of eating translates to other things as well

"please babygirl" as he pleads for you to sit on his face

will happily die under your pussy and the way your thighs clench around his head when you cum

loves to take care of you and provide for you

Yoongi

doesn't take anyone's shit when it comes to you

very protective lover

don't have to think around him at all

will only do interviews with weverse if even one person does an unflattering article about you (will sue anyone and everyone)

at first you are uncomfortable with his constant touches and hungry gazes but then they become almost comforting

always keeps snacks for you two to share, especially tangerines

writes numerous songs for you

loves to hold you with his hand resting on your stomach (will rub at the stretch marks and whisper absolute desire in your ear)

loves to claim you in his studio, vocal about his desire and love for you

passionate in his body worship of you, especially when he finds out how much you love his tongue and how it feels on you

"feel so good against me, princess"

Hosoek

loves to dress you and help expand your fashions sense

is the one to help you feel more confident in your body and happy to show it off

loves when you come home and do a fashion show of him in your new clothes (especially when you buy some lingerie)

can't keep his hands off of you

ever

loves how soft your skin is and is constantly fondling your curves

wants to just hold your breasts in his hands

says his hands could be a better bra for you (hates how you end up with marks from the wires in your bras and how they hurt at the end of the day)

loves to just randomly nibble at your skin (thinks it looks delicious and loves the giggles you make every time)

"all of this, just for me" as he thrusts deeply into you, kissing at your breasts

Jimin

loves how warm you are and will always be found cuddling you no matter where you both are

finds you absolutely adorable and smiles wide every time you come into a room

loves to dress you up and take pictures of you (keeps you as his lock screen and home screen)

can get jealous when other people look at you

"say you're mine, baby"

is there to listen and help you with your own body image issues,

is always there to remind you how beautiful you are

is completely into body worship

"look so pretty for me, all dressed up like this"

would also love face sitting to be honest. like cannot get enough of the way you look down at him, pulling at his hair as you cum

Taehyung

thinks nothing of your weight until he sees you looking in the mirror, holding and becoming insecure over every one of your "problem areas"

will have nothing of you thinking you have problem areas

thinks you're a goddess

"all art work must be thoroughly examined to be fully appreciated"

will spend hours making you feel good and loving on each of you "problem areas" tell you each reason why he loves you

loves to see you in his jackets,

ends up buying matching outfits for you to wear out

will kiss you every couple minutes, just because he loves the feeling of your lips

Jungkook

would be the person to keep going to the gym for you

"I will always be able to carry you"

loves to manhandle you (knowing you get absolutely horny for him when he does so)

is possessive of you and your body

loves when you were dresses that are sort of revealing because it means you're feeling good in your body (and he's the only one who can touch you)

his favorite position is when you ride him so he can see all of you

especially loves watching your breasts bounce from each thrust up he makes

loves seeing his handprints on your hips or ass from you riding him

is also into body worship because he loves your body and just how perfect it is for him

"so perfect for me, baby. take my cock so well"

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Love Mari’s ideas she comes up with 💜

bts members and the place they like to kiss you the most

pairing: bf!bts x reader genre: fluff warnings: none

namjoon : your cheeks. he loves just smushing his cheek and lips against them. he wonders often how they always look so soft and ready for his lips to kiss them.

jin : definitely your lips. loves how they feel against his own and will continue to kiss you breathless. expect random kisses through out the day and to catch him staring at your lips.

yoongi : he loves kissing your forehead. there is just something so sweet and intimate about it that he can convey all of his love. a soft gesture for a soft man.

hoseok : your nose. he loves the face you make when you try to look at your nose to see him. he teases you with a kiss to the nose before a kiss to your lips. loves how your nose wrinkles and you shake your head and point to your lips.

jimin : your neck. especially when your laying against him and he wants to tease you. but really just loves how soft your skin is and how intimate the position feels. always wants to feel how your pulse races and reacts to his touch.

taehyung : the top of your head. he loves that he is taller than you and can rest his chin on the top of your head. can just tuck you into his arms and hold you close. but also your temple as he holds you close.

jungkook : quite literally everywhere. he just loves to show you how much he loves you and is very affectionate. be prepared for random kisses and them him running away giggling.

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So complex and well written, I absolutely love it

THE CHOICES THAT WE MAKE

Some things don't always go according to plans. In my case… it was my entire life.

I fell in love with my soulmates, got betrayed by my own family, and everything went downhill from there. Hearts broken, souls now incomplete, every days now feel like a ghost of what they could've been.

I made my own choices, thinking them the best at the time. There's no going back now, and so I move forward, alone.

CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 , 17 , 18 , 19 , 20 , 21 , 22 , 23 , 24 , 25 , ...

HUMAN/HYBRID! BTS X HUMAN! READER

SOULMATES/HYBRIDS/ANGST AU

MULTI, M/F

RATED M

Find my masterlist here

Trigger warnings: Physical/mental abuse by parents (not sexual), they're honestly just the worst. Please let me know if more needs to be added here.

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This Author is amazing and extremely sweet, I love reading all their stories and this is one of my favorites, ultimate balance of angst and fluff.

IRIDESCENT LOVE

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for.

Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie

CHAPTERS: INFO , 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15 , 16 , 17 , 18 , 19 , 20 , 21 , 22 , 23 , 24 , 25 , 26 , ...

BTS X READER

ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA AU

M/F , MULTI

RATED M

Find my masterlist here

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One of my all time favorite stories I have been reading for years. I love coming back and rereading it, and the author is really awesome and a amazing author.

Petrichor Masterlist

P E T R I C H O R

Petrichor /ˈpeˌtrīkôr/  (noun)

“a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.”

Summary: You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

Pairing: CEO BTS x Chubby MC

Status: Ongoing

Genre: werewolf au, ceo au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, workplace discrimination, fat phobia, sexism, insecurities,

Some warnings may be added to the beginning of individual chapters. 

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Taglist 

Bangtan Corporation

moodboard

the mc’s style

Prologue

Preview 1

Preview 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

haze | a short

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

D R A B B L E S

Red Riding Hood

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This an oldie but one of my fav stories <3

Somewhere I can breathe Masterlist

Sum: Being a stray hybrid in the city is suffocating. In search of a clearer mind, body, and soul you head to the country. In a way it’s much what you expected. Two things are different. There’s a group of seven boys you never expected to meet, and despite the change in location something still seems to be keeping you from breathing freely. This will be mostly fluff, with maybe a couple chapters where I try to make you cry.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18 ———-Reference pictures

Chapter 19

Chapter 20———-Sweeter(ish?) version

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23 FINALE!

Iceskating Happy birthday to Taetae!

Warmth

[fluffy-canada-pancakes]

You know it one of those days when you can’t do anything besides change your bed sheets

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Anyways…

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MARI I SORRRYYYY

LEMONNNNNNN PUFFFFF THEY GOT HOBI TOOOOOO

I knowww 😭😭😭😭😭 I woke up to that and I was just... THEY JUST HAD TO TAKE MY 2SEOK FIRST

But it makes sense that he'd be next, I think Hobi did everything he wanted to do before enlisting so now he can leave without regret. He'll be back soon!!

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NO NOT HOBI 😟

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I shall find the sims and get the mods!

Puff! I play and stream the sims and I was wondering if you think it would be funny if I were to do like do a series why I dare around with the boys and figure out who my sim will marry? (In the end they all get together cause I’m a ot7 at heart)

Jajsjsksk you can do that if you want to!!! And ot7 one day, ot7 always, it's a prison none can escape

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Help me please

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I’m fucking begging people to please read about the Characteristics of White Supremacy Culture 

It is a collectively, intersectionally articulated analytical tool to describe and help dismantle cultural aspects that prop up and propagate white supremacy. 

Contributed to by many many amazing community activists, scholars, teachers, and regular people but spearheaded in this format by Tema Okun.

WHAT:  WHITE SUPREMACY CULTURE COMES AFTER ALL OF US

“We are all swimming in the waters of white supremacy culture. We are all navigating this culture, regardless of our racial identity. We are not all affected in the same ways – some of us are encouraged to join and collude without awareness that an invitation has been extended, some are invited to participate at the cost of separating ourselves from our communities and families, some are shamed because we can never fully join no matter how hard we try, some are denied any invitation in order to be targeted or exploited or violated. Because white supremacy culture is the water we swim in, we inevitably internalize the messages about what this culture believes, values, and considers normal. We absorb these messages as individuals and as a collective. As a result, white supremacy culture shapes how we think and act, how we make decisions and behave. As a result, white supremacy culture reminds us over and over again, sometimes out loud, sometimes in a whisper, that white is right and that there is a right kind of white”

https://www.whitesupremacyculture.info/what-is-it.html

PLEASE AVOID WEAPONIZING THIS TOOL:  

“I want to offer a cautionary plea here about weaponizing this list. This website, the article, the information offered here is a tool, an analytical tool designed to help us better understand white supremacy culture. The intention is to help us understand the water in which we are all swimming so that we can collaboratively work together to build and sustain cultures that help us thrive as communities and individuals. Cultures that are not based on abuse of power and accumulation of profit. Cultures that are based on interdependence, justice, and respect for each other and the earth and wind and sun and stars. Cultures that embody the belief that we all do better when we all do better.

This does not mean we can’t hold each other accountable (another word for supporting each other to be our best selves), set boundaries when people have not learned yet to take responsibility for themselves, apologize and take responsibility ourselves when we cause harm, and continue to grow and learn how to be with each other even when we are getting on each other’s last nerve. I will say that white supremacy wants us to attack each other as the problem. As we fight with and among each other, we fail to identify the actual problem. An instruction we might hold to is to attack the problem, not the people, not each other (thank you Cal Allen). Of course, sometimes our behavior is a problem, our conditioning is a problem, and then we can, when we are able, help each other through. And if we cannot, we look to others who have the capacity to help or be in relationship as they look to us when they are out of capacity and we are able to show up.

***THE PILLARS OF WHITE SUPREMACY CULTURE***

>>FEAR:  

 White supremacy culture’s number one strategy is to make us afraid. When we are afraid, we lose touch with our power and become more easily manipulated by the promise of an illusory safety.

White supremacy culture cultivates our fear of not belonging, of not being enough. Living in fear that we are not enough, white supremacy culture teaches us to fear others (or hate others) in an attempt, sometimes overt, sometimes unspoken, to prove to ourselves that we are ok. An easy way to prove we are ok is to point the finger at all those who are not. An easy way to belong to each other is to hate and fear all the others who do not (thank you Cristina Rivera Chapman).

READ MORE ON “FEAR” HERE

>>URGENCY:

The cultural habit of applying a sense of urgency to our every-day lives in ways that perpetuate power imbalance while disconnecting us from our need to breathe and pause and reflect.

The point here is to both acknowledge actual urgency without creating an undue and superficial sense of urgency. People need food, housing, health care, attention right now; often there is no time to wait. The damage starts when we transfer a sense of urgency to everything we do, refuse to make time to rest (even and particularly in the midst of truly urgent situations), and begin to feel that taking a pause is a betrayal of our commitment.

The irony is that this imposed sense of urgency serves to erase the actual urgency of tackling racial and social injustice.

>Reinforces existing power hierarchies that use the sense of urgency to control decision-making in the name of expediency

>Privileges those who process information quickly (or think they do)

>Sacrifices and erases the potential of other modes of knowing and wisdom that require more time (embodied, intuitive, spiritual)

>Encourages shame, guilt, and self-righteousness to manipulate decision-making

>Reinforces the idea that we are ruled by time, deadlines, and needing to do things in a “timely” way often based on arbitrary schedules that have little to do with the actual realities of how long things take, particularly when those “things” are relationships with others

READ MORE ON “URGENCY” HERE

>>ONE RIGHT WAY:

(Intertwined with Perfectionism, Objectivity, & Paternalism)

The cultural belief there is one right way to do things and once people are introduced to the right way, they will see the light and adopt it. This belief is connected to the belief that the right way is the “perfect” way and therefore perfection is both attainable and desirable.

When a person or group does not adapt or change to “fit” the one right way, then those defining or upholding the one right way assume something is wrong with the other, those not changing, not with.

Similar to a missionary who sees only value in their beliefs about what is good rather than acknowledging value in the culture of the communities they are determined to “convert” to the right way of thinking and/or the right way of living

READ MORE ON “ONE RIGHT WAY,” “PATERNALISM/QUALIFIED,”  “PERFECTIONISM,” & “OBJECTIVITY” HERE

>>PATERNALISM/QUALIFIED:

(Intertwined with Perfectionism, Objectivity & One Right Way)

>Those holding power control decision-making and define things (standards, perfection, one right way)

>Those holding power assume they are qualified to (and entitled to) define standards and the one right way as well as make decisions for and in the interests of those without power

>Those holding power often don’t think it is important or necessary to understand the viewpoint or experience of those for whom they are making decisions, often labeling those for whom they are making decisions as unqualified intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, or physically

READ MORE ON “ONE RIGHT WAY,” “PATERNALISM/QUALIFIED,”  “PERFECTIONISM,” & “OBJECTIVITY” HERE

>>PERFECTIONISM:

(Intertwined with Paternalism, Objectivity, & One Right Way)

Perfectionism is the conditioned belief and attitude that we can be perfect based on a standard or set of rules that we did not create and that we are led to believe will prove our value. Perfectionism is the conditioned belief and attitude that we can determine whether others are showing up as perfect and demand or expect that they do so. White supremacy culture uses perfectionism to preserve power and the status quo. As long as we are striving to be perfect according to someone else’s rules, we have less energy and attention to question those rules and to remember what is truly important. We can be perfectionist in our social justice circles when we assume or believe there is a perfect way to do something and we know what it is. When we look more closely at our own perfectionism, we see that the perfectionist tendency is always in service of our own power or the current power structure. We might be fighting power out in the world but when we are perfectionist about how we do that, we preserve a toxic power structure internally.

>Mistakes are seen as personal, i.e. they reflect badly on the person making them as opposed to being seen for what they are – mistakes; making a mistake is confused with being a mistake, doing wrong with being wrong

>Little time, energy, or money is put into reflection or identifying lessons learned that can improve practice, in other words there is little or no learning from mistakes, and/or little investigation of what is considered a mistake and why.

>A tendency to identify what’s wrong; little ability to identify, name, define, and appreciate what’s right

>Often internally felt, in other words the perfectionist fails to appreciate their own good work, more often pointing out their faults or ‘failures,’ focusing on ​inadequacies and mistakes rather than learning from them; the person works with a harsh and constant inner critic that has internalized the standards set by someone else

READ MORE ON “ONE RIGHT WAY,” “PATERNALISM/QUALIFIED,”  “PERFECTIONISM,” & “OBJECTIVITY” HERE

>>OBJECTIVITY:

(Intertwined with Paternalism, Perfectionism, & One Right Way)

The belief that there is such a thing as being objective or ‘neutral.’ The belief that emotions are inherently destructive, irrational, and should not play a role in decision-making or group process

>Assigning value to the “rational” while invalidating and/or shaming the “emotional” when often if not always the “rational” is emotion wrapped up in fancy logic and language

>Requiring people to think in a linear (logical) fashion and ignoring or invalidating/shaming those who think in other ways

>Impatience with any thinking that does not appear ‘logical’ or ‘rational’ in ways that reinforce existing power structures; in other words, those in power can be illogical, angry, emotional without being disregarded while those without power must always present from a 'rational’ position

>Refusal to acknowledge the ways in which 'logical’ thinking and/or decision-making is often a cover for personal emotions and/or agendas often based in fear of losing power, face, or comfort

READ MORE ON “ONE RIGHT WAY,” “PATERNALISM/QUALIFIED,”  “PERFECTIONISM,” & “OBJECTIVITY” HERE

>>EITHER/OR & THE BINARY:

(Propped Up By Perfectionism & Urgency)

Cultural assumption that we can and should reduce the complexity of life and the nuances of our relationships with each other and all living things into either/or, yes or no, right or wrong in ways that reinforce toxic power.

>Positioning or presenting options or issues as either/or — good/bad, right/wrong, with us/against us.

>Little or no sense of the possibilities of both/and.

>Trying to simplify complex things, for example believing that poverty is simply the result of lack of education.

>A strategy used by those with a clear agenda or goal to push those who are still thinking or reflecting to make a choice between ‘a’ or ‘b’ without acknowledging a need for time and creativity to come up with more options.

>A strategy used to pit oppressions against each other rather than to recognize the ways in which racism and classism intersect, the ways in which both intersect with heterosexism and agism and other categories of oppression.

​READ MORE ON “EITHER/OR & THE BINARY” HERE

>>DENIAL:

(Intertwined with Defensiveness, Propped Up By Individualism)

White supremacy culture encourages a habit of silence about things that matter

>Claiming the right to define what is and what is not racism.

>Insisting that white supremacy and racism require intent. Attempting to separate intent from impact in order to claim that if racism is not intended, then it is not happening.

>Refusing to consider or acknowledge the historical legacy of white supremacy and racism and the structural nature of racial disparities. Rewriting, reframing, or omitting histories to erase or downplay racism.

>Insisting that individually or collectively, a person or group is free from racialized conditioning, leading to statements like “I don’t see color,” and “we’re all the same.”

>Erasing intersectionality - generalizing about a whole group without recognizing the ways in which class, gender, sexuality, religion, age, dis/ability, and other identities inform our individual and collective experiences.

>Denying what another person is saying about the ways in which white supremacy and/or racism are showing up in an interaction or space.

>A pattern that often has a white person with different levels of power denying what a Black, Indigenous or Person of Color or a whole community is saying about their experience of racism.

READ MORE ABOUT “DENIAL” & “DEFENSIVENESS” HERE

>>DEFENSIVENESS:

(Intertwined with Denial, Propped Up By Individualism & Either/Or & Binary)

>People respond to new or challenging ideas with objections or criticism, making it very difficult to raise these ideas.

>People in the organization, particularly those with power, spend a lot of energy trying to make sure that their feelings aren’t getting hurt, forcing others to work around their defensiveness rather than addressing them head-on. At its worst, they have convinced others to do this work for them.

>Because of either/or and binary thinking, those in power view and/or experience criticism as threatening and inappropriate (or rude).

>White people targeted by other oppressions express resentment because they experience the naming of racism as erasing their experience; closely linked to either/or/binary thinking.

>White people spend energy defending against charges of racism instead of examining how racism might actually be happening.

>An oppressive culture where people are afraid to speak their truth.

READ MORE ABOUT “DENIAL” & “DEFENSIVENESS” HERE

>>RIGHT TO COMFORT:

(Intertwined with Fear of Conflict)

Our cultural assumption that I or we (or the ones in formal and informal power) have a right to comfort, which means we cannot tolerate conflict, particularly open conflict. This assumption supports the tendency to blame the person or group causing discomfort or conflict rather than addressing the issues being named.

>Scapegoating those who cause discomfort, for example, targeting and isolating those who name racism rather than addressing the actual racism that is being named

>Demanding, requiring, expecting apologies or other forms of “I didn’t mean it” when faced with accusations of colluding with racism

>Feeling entitled to name what is and isn’t racism

>White people (or those with dominant identities) equating individual acts of unfairness with systemic racism (or other forms of oppression).

READ MORE ABOUT “RIGHT TO COMFORT” & “FEAR OF CONFLICT” HERE

>>FEAR OF (OPEN) CONFLICT:

(Intertwined with Right to Comfort)

Our cultural assumption that I or we (or the ones in formal and informal power) have a right to comfort, which means we cannot tolerate conflict, particularly open conflict. This assumption supports the tendency to blame the person or group causing discomfort or conflict rather than addressing the issues being named.

>Emphasis or insistence on being polite; setting the rules for how ideas or information or differences of opinion need to be shared in order to be heard (in other words, requiring that people “calm down” if they are angry when anger often contains deep wisdom about where the underlying hurt and harm lies)

>Equating the raising of difficult issues with being impolite, rude, or out of line; punishing people either overtly or subtly for speaking out about their truth and/or experience;

>When someone raises an issue that causes discomfort, the response is to blame the person for raising the issue rather than to look at the issue which is actually causing the problem

>Pretending or insisting that our point of view is grounded in the “rational” or the intellectual when we are in fact masking our emotions with what appear to be rational or intellectual arguments.

>Labeling emotion as “irrational” or anti-intellectual or inferior, which means failing to recognize the importance of emotional intelligence;

READ MORE ABOUT “RIGHT TO COMFORT” & “FEAR OF CONFLICT” HERE

>>INDIVIDUALISM:  

(Intertwined with Perfectionism, Qualified, One Right Way, Defensiveness, & Denial) 

Our cultural story that we make it on our own, without help, while pulling ourselves up by our own bootstraps, is a toxic denial of our essential interdependence and the reality that we are all in this, literally, together.

>Failure to acknowledge any of the ways dominant identities - gender, class, sexuality, religion, able-bodiedness, age, education to name a few - are informed by belonging to a dominant group that shapes cultural norms and behavior

>Valuing competition more highly than cooperation; or where collaboration is valued, little time or resources are devoted to developing skills in how to collaborate and cooperate

>For white people: a culturally supported focus on determining whether an individual is racist or not while ignoring cultural, institutional, and systemic racism; the strongly felt need by many if not most white people to claim they are “not racist” while their conditioning into racism is relentless and unavoidable

>Desire for individual recognition and credit with failure to acknowledge how what we know is informed by so many others

>Isolation and loneliness

>For white people: seeing yourselves and/or demanding to be seen as an individual and not as part of the white group;

>For BIPOC people: individualism forces the classic double bind when BIPOC people are accused of not being “team players” - in other words, punishment or repercussions for acting as an individual if and when doing so “threatens” the team

>Little experience or comfort working as part of a team, which includes both failure to acknowledge the genius or creativity of others on the team and a willingness to sacrifice democratic and collaborative process in favor of efficiency; see double bind for BIPOC people above

​I’m the Only One (or he/she/they are):

>An aspect of individualism, the belief that if something is going to get done “right,” ‘I’ have to do it

>Connected to the characteristic of “one right way,” the belief that “I” can determine the right way, am entitled and/or qualified to do so, in isolation from and without accountability to those most impacted by how I define the right way

>Little or no ability to delegate work to others, micro-management

>Based in deep fear of loss of control, which requires an illusion of control​

>Putting charismatic leaders on pedestals (or positioning yourself as a charismatic leader on a pedestal); romanticizing a leader (or yourself) as the center of a movement, idea, issue, campaign

>Hiding or covering up the flaws of a leader (or your flaws) in fear that the organization, movement, effort cannot survive

>Defining leadership as those most in front and most vocal (thank you Cristina Rivera-Chapman for these last four bullets)

READ MORE ABOUT “INDIVIDUALISM” HERE

>>PROGRESS IS MORE:

(Intertwined with Quantity over Quality)

The cultural assumption that the goal is always to be/do/get more and be/do/get bigger. This leads to an emphasis on what we can “objectively” measure - how well we are doing at being/doing/getting more - as more valuable than the quality of our relationships to all living beings.

>Assumption that the goal is to grow - add staff, add projects, or ​serve more people regardless of how well they can serve them; raise more money, or gain more influence and power for its own sake - all without regard to the organization’s mission or especially the people and/or living beings that the organization is in relationship with

>Valuing those who have “progressed” over those who “have not” - where progress is measured in degrees, grades, money, power, status, material belongings - in ways that erase lived experience and wisdom/knowledge that is invisibilized - tending, cleaning, feeding, nurturing, caring for, raising up, supporting (thank you Bevelyn Ukah)​

>A narrow focus on numbers (financial, people, geography, power) without an ability to value processes (relationships), including cost to the human and natural environment

>Gives no value, not even negative value, to its cost; for example, increased accountability to funders as the budget grows in ways that leave those served exploited, excluded, or underserved as we focus on how many we are serving instead of quality of service or values created by the ways in which we serve

>Little or no ability to consider the cost of growth in social, emotional, psychic, embodied, spiritual, and financial realms

>Focus on getting bigger (in size, transactional power, numbers) leading to little or no ability to consider the cost of getting big in social, emotional, psychic, embodied, spiritual, and financial realms (thank you Bevelyn Ukah)

READ MORE ABOUT” QUANTITY OVER QUALITY” & “PROGRESS IS MORE” HERE

>>QUANTITY OVER QUALITY:

(Intertwined with Progress Is More)

The cultural assumption that the goal is always to be/do/get more and be/do/get bigger. This leads to an emphasis on what we can “objectively” measure - how well we are doing at being/doing/getting more - as more valuable than the quality of our relationships to all living beings.

>Most or all resources directed toward producing quantitatively measurable goal

>Things that can be counted are more highly valued than things that cannot, for example numbers of people attending a meeting, newsletter circulation, money raised and spent are valued more than quality of relationships, democratic decision-making, ability to constructively deal with conflict, morale and mutual support

>Little or no value attached to process in the internalized belief that if it can’t be measured, it has no value

>discomfort with emotion and feelings

>little or no understanding that when there is a conflict between content (the agenda of the meeting) and process (people’s need to be heard or engaged), process will prevail (for example, you may get through the agenda, but if you haven’t paid attention to people’s need to be heard, the decisions made at the meeting are undermined and/or disregarded)

READ MORE ABOUT” QUANTITY OVER QUALITY” & “PROGRESS IS MORE” HERE

>>WORSHIP OF THE WRITTEN WORD:

The cultural habit of honoring only what is written and only what is written to a narrow standard, even when what is written is full of misinformation and lies. Worship of the written word includes erasure of the wide range of ways we communicate with each other and all living things.

>Those with strong documentation and writing skills are more highly valued, even in organizations where ability to relate to others is key to the mission

>Those who write things down get recognized for ideas that are collectively and generationally informed in a context where systemic racism privileges the writing and wisdom of people in the white group

>Claiming “ownership” of (written) knowledge to meet ego needs rather than understanding the importance of offering what you write and know to grow and expand the community’s knowing

>If it’s not in a memo, it doesn’t exist / if it’s not grammatically “correct,” it has no value / if it’s not properly cited according to academic rules that many people don’t know or have access to, it’s not legitimate

>Academic standards require “original” work when our knowledge and knowing almost always builds on the knowledge and knowing of others, of each other

READ MORE ABOUT “WORSHIP OF THE WRITTEN WORD” HERE

**

AGAIN THE WEBSITE CAN BE FOUND HERE AND I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE YOU TO READ THE WHOLE THING! THIS IS A BRIEF OVERVIEW! 

And all of this was copied from the website (aside from some formatting for the post.) I am just trying to spread this info/tool to people who could use it to help them dismantle white supremacist cultural aspects in their own lives/communities/organizations. I’ve found if very very helpful myself in always working toward anti-racism in my own actions. Hopefully others do too.