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lillupon · 3 years

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AEV Bonus: MW Video Call

Inpsired by this STUPID CUTE MINWON EDIT *honks nose*

Wonwoo was in the middle of doing absolutely nothing when the doorbell rang. He didn't often answer doors unless he was expecting someone—which he wasn't today—but he had been flopping around on the couch all afternoon, scrolling aimlessly through social media, so it was the push he needed to get up.

He peeked through the peephole and found a delivery man on the other side. A baby blue box with cartoon characters on it was tucked under his arm. Wonwoo hadn't ordered anything as far as he could remember. It would inconvenience the actual owner of the package if the delivery man left it on his step though, so Wonwoo opened the door to let the man know he had the wrong apartment.

"Hi, are you Jeon Wonwoo?" the man asked

"Yes, that's me."

"I have a cake delivery for you."

Wonwoo blinked. "I don't remember ordering a cake," he said, but he was already recalling a time three weeks ago when, out of the blue, Mingyu had asked him for his address and postal code. He huffed out a soft laugh. Felt his cheeks start to warm. Mingyu was thousands of kilometers away, competing in the Major League Soccer Cup Playoffs, but he was still capable of making Wonwoo flush with delight.

After thanking the delivery man, Wonwoo made a beeline for the kitchen, setting the cake on the dining table. Upon closer look, the cartoon characters on the box were actually grey kittens. The smile on his lips tugged wider.

It was 3:30 PM on a Saturday. Mingyu was three hours ahead, so his team had likely finished their game an hour or two ago. Wonwoo video called Mingyu, who answered within a few rings.

"Hi baby," Mingyu greeted.

"You got me a cake," Wonwoo said.

"It arrived? Oh, thank god." Mingyu let out a sigh of relief. "I was worried the delivery would be delayed and that you wouldn't get it until you came back from your trip."

Wonwoo had made plans to visit his parents and brother, and was due to leave early tomorrow morning. "It came right on time. Thank you. I wasn't expecting it." Mingyu had called him this morning to wish him a happy birthday, and he would have been happy with that. A little bit of phone sex to cap off the night, and he would have considered it to be a good birthday.

But he couldn't deny that cake made a good day even better.

"I've never ordered a cake online before. Did you already eat it? How is it?"

Wonwoo shook his head. "I haven't tried it yet. I just got it right now."

"I wanna see you eat it."

"Okay, one second." Wonwoo went to grab a pair of kitchen scissors and chopsticks from the drawer, and a cup from the cabinet. He settled at the dining table, leaning his phone up against the cup so they could see each other. He snipped the ribbon and carefully pulled the flaps of the box open. A short laugh burst out of him at the sight of a grey cat-shaped cake. "Oh, Mingyu."

Mingyu was grinning at him, the apples of his cheeks showing, canines on full display. He was pleased with himself, and it was obvious. "You like it?"

"This is adorable. You're adorable."

Mingyu laughed. "What? Me?"

"Yeah, for ordering a cake that looks like this. It even has glasses," Wonwoo said. It was almost too cute to eat, but at that moment, his stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything all day. He plucked up his chopsticks. "Okay, I'm going for it."

"M-hm. Enjoy, babe." Mingyu watched him, chin propped atop the heel of his palm, an expectant look on his face.

Wonwoo dug his chopsticks into the cake, scooping up a generous mouthful. "Oh, it's chocolate. I love chocolate," he said, and then he opened wide, cramming it into his mouth, smearing frosting over his lips. He hummed happily as the cake melted on his tongue, the sweet and rich chocolate spreading across his palate.

A smile curved Mingyu's lips. "Good?"

Wonwoo nodded emphatically, mouth overflowing with chocolate.

#aev bonus #my writing

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sugarrxndspice · 4 years

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rules: you can only say “guilty” or “innocent”. you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you.

repost, don’t reblog!

Answering for both Win & Aev.

asked someone to marry you? W & A - INNOCENT. kissed one of your friends? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. danced on a table in a bar / tavern? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. ever told a lie? W & A - GUILTY. had feelings for someone you can’t have? W & A - GUILTY. ever kissed someone of the same sex? W & A - GUILTY. kissed a picture? W & A - GUILTY. slept until 5pm? W & A - GUILTY. fallen asleep at work / school? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. held a snake? W & A - INNOCENT. been suspended from school? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. worked at a fast food chain / restaurant? W & A - INNOCENT. stolen something? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. been fired from a job? W & A - INNOCENT. done something you regret? W & A - GUILTY. laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? W - INNOCENT / A - GUILTY. caught a snowflake on your tongue? W & A - GUILTY. kissed in the rain? W - INNOCENT / A - GUILTY. sat on a roof top? W & A - GUILTY. kissed someone you shouldn’t have? W & A - GUILTY. sang in the shower? W & A - GUILTY. been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. shaved your head? W & A - INNOCENT. slept naked? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. shot a gun? W - INNOCENT / A - GUILTY. still loved someone you shouldn’t? W - INNOCENT / A - GUILTY. have / had a tattoo? W & A - GUILTY. liked someone, but will never tell who? W & A - GUILTY. been too honest? W - INNOCENT / A - GUILTY. ruined a surprise? W & A - INNOCENT. been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? W & A - GUILTY. stalked someone? W & A - INNOCENT. thought about murder? W - INNOCENT / A - GUILTY. still have communication w/ your ex? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. how about mass murder? W & A - INNOCENT. cheated on someone? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT. gotten so angry that you cried? W & A - GUILTY. tried to stay away from someone for their own good? W & A - INNOCENT. thoughts about suicide? W & A - GUILTY. had a girlfriend / boyfriend? W & A - GUILTY. gotten totally drunk during a holiday? W - GUILTY / A - INNOCENT.

Tagged by: stolen from @immortalled Tagging: @lyddie-b

#[ memes; ]#spice; [ win ]#sugar; [ aev ]#joz.txt [ ooc ]

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podracing-on-lothal · 4 years

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WIP game: I'm curious about the Sign of the Sparrow! :-)

I had to go digging through my folders to find the “final” version of this WIP, because it’s been through so many drafts, and posted on several fan forums that I haven’t touched in over a decade, and it was hard to decide which chapter to post here because there’s so much from it that I loved writing!

Here goes:

"State your name, soldier," the first male who spoke said. Aeryrn was still shocked from her spill into the hole. She turned her gaze from the crossbow's end to the person holding it. The man was rather tall and muscular, built like a soldier. His short black hair looked like he had not washed it in a week. His brown eyes shone fiercely. When Aeryrn finally found her voice, she said, "My name is Aeryrn t'Laris, commander of the Warbird Keras." "A Warbird commander, eh?" The crossbow-man said. "What brings you here? Shouldn't you be fighting the Dominion with the rest of the quadrant?" "I've been relieved of duty," Aeryrn answered. She glanced at the other two figures standing behind the crossbowman. A male and a female. The both of them had their hair grown long and tied back in ponytails, their foreheads covered with a thin strip of cloth bearing a symbol of a bird.... ...just like the pendant she had picked up from the end-table by her bed! "Relieved of duty, my arse," the first male scoffed. "Every commander in the Empire is out fighting Breen and Jem'hadar fleets at our borders. How do we know you're not a spy from the Tal'Shiar?" "I just escaped from Colonel S'Harien's compound last night. I was helped by a man named Tovik." The man lowered his crossbow. "Tovik?" He asked. "Are you sure that was his name? Describe him." "He had dark brown hair and brown eyes," Aeryrn said. "He was of average height and build, and he....spoke in a strange language before going to bed." The man turned to his two comrades. The female nodded. She and the other male stepped forward and began to search Aeryrn. The female found the wooden bird pendant under Aeryrn's tunic. "Where did you get that?" She asked. "Oh, I found it on the bedside table at the inn this morning. I think Tovik left it there, because I don't remember seeing it there last night." The female exchanged a look with her two comrades. "You are to come with us," the first male said sharply. "Blindfold her." Aeryrn felt a piece of cloth cover her eyes. Somebody took her arm and walked her through the woods. The female told her when to duck her head or step carefully over rocks. Aeryrn had no idea where she was going. The blindfold was very disorienting; she hadn't the faintest idea which direction she was headed. At length they stopped at what felt like a clearing. There was a slight echo off the trees, which told her this was a particularly wide open clearing. "Saral," the first male said. "We found this soldier close to our camp. She carries our mark." Aeryrn heard footsteps approach her. In an instant, she felt the blindfold being lifted from her eyes. She blinked in the sunlight. She found she was indeed in a clearing, but only the ground was clear of shrubbery. They were surrounded by tall, almost evenly spaced trees positioned in an oddly-shaped circle. A group of tents sat in the middle of the clearing. A tall man was standing in front of her, holding the blindfold. "Thank you, M'Sek," the man said. Aeryrn had a good look at him; his dark hair was cropped short, his dark blue eyes had a piercing gaze, and his forehead was smooth. His expression was unreadable. A Vulcan. Aeryrn stared at him, a look of disbelief on her face. How did a Vulcan get here? "I see you are surprised to see a Vulcan in the midst of Romulans, soldier," he said. His voice was calm and unwavering. "What is your name?" "Aaah, Aeryrn t'Laris, sir," Aeryrn stammered. This had to be the strangest day of her life...just one shocking event after another. "That is her, father," a small voice said. Aeryrn looked past the Vulcan to see a small boy emerging from one of the tents. "She is the one who fought the Tal'Shiar officers yesterday." "Solan?" Aeryrn asked. The Vulcan Saral raised an eyebrow. "I see you have met my son already," he said. "He claims a woman named Aeryrn defended him from two Tal'Shiar officers. You. Is this true?" Aeryrn blushed a shade of bronzy-green. "Yes sir. I was arrested for it a few hours later. A man named Tovik helped me escape." Saral eyed the bird pendant around Aeryrn's neck. "He left you his pendant. The only logical explanation for why he was missing it when he returned." "Where is he?" Aeryrn asked. "He is currently indisposed," Saral answered. "He helped you escape from a Tal'Shiar prison. He knew the codes to deactivate the security systems within the compound. Does this strike you as odd?" Aeryrn suddenly remembered. He did know those codes. But how? "Yes, it does," she replied. "Why? How?" "Tovik knows those codes because he has been there before many times, both as a spy and as a prisoner. He worked as a spy first for the Federation, then for us after he escaped prison the first time. He spied for us after we found him." "For the Federation?!" Aeryrn asked. "How? How was he able to get past the authorities? The Neutral Zone? Who is he really?" "You will find out in due time," Saral answered. "But first you must prove you are not a spy for the Tal'Shiar yourself." "But I'm not!" The first male, M'Sek, answered her, "Sometimes, the Tal'Shiar plants spies into their prisons, so that if a prisoner escapes and decides to free the others, the spy can follow the escapee to wherever he or she goes." "But, I'm not a spy. I swear by the elements!" "Saral does not believe that," M'Sek answered. "And besides, how do we not know the officers' pursuit of Solan yesterday was a ploy for him to gain your trust so that you would someday turn around and turn him and his father in to the authorities? You are aware that the Tal'Shiar has set a bounty on Saral's head, are you not?" Aeryrn thought this over. "But I swear I'm no spy. What must I do to convince you?" "We will decide what to do with you this evening. Kaolea," Saral said, motioning to the female who had been in the capturing party. "Take Aeryrn to your tent. Give her food and water. And also, katauh du Bel Tovik." "Yes, sir." The Romulan woman named Kaolea motioned for Aeryrn to follow her to her tent. Aeryrn stooped as she entered. The tent was rather small, as if meant to house two people, but it was tall enough to stand up in. Kaolea took a canteen of water and handed it to Aeryrn. Aeryrn took it, thanking Kaolea and took a drink. "You must forgive Saral for his skepticism," Kaolea said. "He has had his share of the Tal'Shiar as well." "I can tell," Aeryrn said. The second male poked his head inside the tent. "Rinam," he said. "You can go get him now." "Tell him I'll be there in a moment, Aev," Kaolea said. The male nodded and disappeared. "That was my brother, Aev," she added. "Make yourself comfortable. I will be right back." She left the tent, leaving Aeryrn by herself. Aeryrn sat down on a thin mattress on the ground, which she assumed was Kaolea's bed. A few minutes later, Kaolea returned with a man. But Aeryrn did not immediately recognize him. His hair was light brown, his forehead was smooth, and, strangest of all, a series of tiny ridges crossed the bridge of his nose. An elaborate earring hung from two piercings on his right ear. "Aeryrn t'Laris, meet Bel Tovik, a friend of Saral's." Aeryrn recognized his soft brown eyes. Now she knew why they did not burn with the same fire as the rest of the Romulans. "So, my young Romulan friend," Tovik said, his smooth voice now fitting his appearance, "We meet again. The Prophets told me we would. If I may ask how you came upon us?" Aeryrn was a bit shaken. The man who helped her escape from S'Harien's compound was an alien, and a Federation spy at that! She told him about her capture by M'Sek, Kaolea and Aev. At length she removed the pendant from around her neck. "I believe this is yours," she said, handing it to him. "No no, keep it. I can always make a new one," Tovik said. "I believe you have something to tell me," Aeryrn said, giving Bel Tovik a piercing look. "Yes, I believe I do. But you must promise not to tell anyone outside of this camp what I am about to tell you, for your safety as well as mine." "I don't know anyone I would willingly tell about you," Aeryrn answered. Tovik promptly grabbed Aeryrn's ear. "What's that for?" Aeryrn asked when Tovik let go. "You have a very strong pagh, my child," Tovik said. "You must be very religious to have one so strong." "What is pagh?" "It is the spiritual force found in all sentient beings. You, my dear, must be very spiritual. Are you?" "Well, I did pray to the gods and elements to help guide my late parents and brother to Vorta Vor yesterday. I also asked them to guide me to carry out my vengeance against S'Harien for ordering their execution." Bel Tovik's expression hardened slightly. "Be careful what you wish for, Aeryrn. Vengeance has a way of rebounding on itself." "Which is why I asked the gods to guide me through it. But I have run into so much trouble since then." "Perhaps you should take a moment and ask yourself if vengeance is worth the lives of your parents and brother. The Prophets will reveal the answer in due time. Now, about myself…"

#romulans #bajorans #vulcans #oenothera5

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elyuzts-echo · 2 months

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put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers <3 (´^ω^)

OK HI POOKEI AO K

Freek'n u - Jodeci

Best Song Ever - One Direction

HOT TO GO - Chappel Roan

Still The One - One Direction

Heaven's Falling Down - Sana

#aev answers asks!

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perksofwifi · 5 years

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Want a Hellcat V-8 In Your Jeep Gladiator Pickup? That’ll Be $140,000

Great things have come from engineers or enthusiasts asking themselves the right question at the right time. Hey, what if someone made a Ferrari that didn’t break down? Answer: The original Acura NSX. What if you took a 3-series racing? Answer: The BMW M3. Now, what if you stuffed a supercharged Hellcat V-8 engine under the mid-size Jeep Gladiator pickup’s hood? You’d get this big baddy currently for sale at Wilde Cars in Florida.

Look, the question of putting V-8 engines in Jeeps isnt’ a new one. Back in the day, Jeep CJs and the like came with V-8s from the factory, and these days, you can convert Wranglers to accept Hemi V-8s (lookin’ at you, AEV!). But the Gladiator is new for 2020, and we’re sure plenty of aftermarket companies are asking themselves how to install V-8s in the Jeep pickup truck. Oddly, we don’t know who specifically put the Hellcat V-8 in this specific Gladiator, but take it as an example of what’s likely to be available soon.

The ad for the used Gladiator—oh, right, this isn’t a brand-new example—bills it as “one of a kind.” We’re not so sure about that, as a simple Google search proves, but we think it’s trying to make the point that this is a custom job. (It doesn’t appear as though any aftermarket conversion kits for adding V-8 power to the Gladiator exist—yet.) In place of the Jeep’s 285-hp Pentastar V-6, the original owner of this Gladiator Rubicon had a 707-hp supercharged Hellcat V-8 installed. That more than doubles the Gladiator’s original output.

The Jeep’s list of mods extends far beyond that mighty V-8 engine. Whoever did the swap added 17×7.5 inch wheels clad in massive 37-inch Nitto Trail Grappler tires for an impressive off-road-ready look. There are also two light bars (one behind the passenger cell and one just below the windshield), LED flood lamps, and some fresh SRT and Hellcat-inspired decals.

We’re scratching our heads over the decision to swap the Jeep’s excellent Uconnect infotainment system for an aftermarket unit, but hey, some people just enjoy messing with stuff for the sake of it. (We are, after all, talking about a nearly $50,000 mid-size pickup that someone custom-fitted for a huge engine . . . ) The quilted leather on the seats is a nice upgrade, however, on the stock Jeep’s cabin.

And speaking of upgrades, all of this horsepowery goodness is going to cost you a pretty penny. Interested parties must be ready to cough up $139,900 for this Gladiator-Hellcat mashup. You could buy three stock Gladiator Rubicons for that much dough, in which case you’d have 855 horsepower and 18 cylinders but not a single supercharger between them. Or, if you like to option trucks up the way FCA did—the company sent us a Gladiator for our 2020 Truck of the Year testing that stickered for $59,685—well, you’d have only two Jeeps and less power (and still no superchargers). Still, for those of you who value power over, well, value, and can’t wait for a conversion to surface that lets you add a V-8 to the Gladiator of your choosing, it looks like this is the only Gladiator out there for you.

The post Want a Hellcat V-8 In Your Jeep Gladiator Pickup? That’ll Be $140,000 appeared first on MotorTrend.

https://www.motortrend.com/news/2020-jeep-gladiator-pickup-v-8-hellcat-conversion-sale/ visto antes em https://www.motortrend.com

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seanfalco · 4 years

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I absolutely love the idea of Sean and Aev wedding, it sounds lovely💕💕 So here are some other questions about it.

What's the song of their first dance? Did they have a cake? If yes, what's the flavor of the cake? Did they stay the whole party or ran while no one was watching them? Did Sean cry when he saw Aev in her wedding dress? Did they cry during the ceremony or the dance? Was the wedding indoors or outdoors?

I'm sorry if this are a lot of questions but I saw the word wedding and got curious uwu

I'm sending you good vibes and a big hug and I hope your night is nice and lovely 💫💖

awww thank you, Lubia! 💖

first dance is totally to Fair by The Amazing Devil (I’m not crying you’re crying, it’s just too perfect 😭)

I’m thinking a pretty simple two tier cake, flavored lemon & blueberry

They stay for the entirety of the reception, but they end up going off on their own for a while in the middle for a little romantic time alone.

Sean definitely tears up when he first sees her walking toward him, covering his mouth with his hand, and then they both do as they’re saying their vows, Aev’s voice catching. It isn’t til their first dance that Aev begins to cry in earnest and Sean holds her closer, turning them so the guests can’t see her tears.

The ceremony’s outdoors in a large field and they have the reception in the same place, setting up large white tents and there’s string lights everywhere and little lanterns.

#joz answers #the freckled luba #sean x aev #oc: aev swift (bs au)#oc stuff #thank you for asking 😭💖

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lillupon · 3 years

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AEV Chapter 18 Bonus

Mingyu’s POV. Wonwoo calls Mingyu during his heat. Takes place over spring break. Mingyu is at soccer camp.

Mingyu's sprawled on the couch of the soccer club room. It's noisy as fuck, the way things usually become when you stuff fifteen boys into a room. Somehow, the Gose Tech soccer team still has the energy to yell and laugh and mess around after an arduous morning practice. In one corner of the club room, an impromptu air hockey tournament is taking place. The slim puck ricochets off the edges with one resounding crack! after another. In the entertainment corner, a few of the boys are piled up on the couch, playing Smash Bros, screaming as they sabotage each other both in-game and in real life. In between these bursts of noise, there's a steady volume of conversation and music playing on Bluetooth speakers. Mingyu can hardly hear himself think, but that's probably a good thing.

Beside him, Hyungsik is still complaining: "I can't believe you didn't walk Seoyeon home last night."

"I called an Uber for her," Mingyu says.

"Holy shit," Hyungsik says. The 'You fucking dumbass' is implied. "You realise she wanted to fuck, right? It's not every day a high school kid like you gets lucky."

Out of everyone on the team, Mingyu likes Hyungsik the least. He's crude and abrasive and tactless, the kind of alpha who expects omegas to get wet from the scent of his pheromones alone. Mingyu wouldn't bother entertaining him if the alpha weren't his senior and probably one of the strongest and most versatile midfielders Mingyu has ever played against.

No matter how many times Mingyu has said it, it still doesn't get through Hyungsik's thick skull: Mingyu just hadn't been in the mood last night. He hasn't been in the mood to do much at all lately, if he's honest, except lift weights and play soccer until his legs buckle beneath him.

It's a relief when his phone goes off, ringing and vibrating cheerfully against his thigh. It's an excuse to extricate himself from his one-sided conversation with Hyungsik. He gives Hyungsik an apologetic look. "Sorry. One sec." He shifts to dig his phone out of his pocket. The only people who bother to call him are his mom, Chaeyoung, Seungcheol, or robo-callers, so he's expecting to see one of those numbers on his screen. Instead, his phone lights up with Wonwoo's name.

The noises and sounds of conversation wash over him like white static. He and Wonwoo had broken up a little over a week ago, and it's still a fresh and weeping wound in his heart. When he sees Wonwoo's name on his screen, it feels like someone digging a thumb into the open gash. His chest stings, sharp and bright with pain.

"Are you going to answer that or what?" Hyungsik asks.

Mingyu snaps out of it. Realises that he's been staring at his phone for the past few seconds. He knows he shouldn't. As much as he aches to hear Wonwoo's voice, he knows it will only hurt him more in the long run. A tiny lovesick part of him whines, But it's Wonwoo.

The call drops while Mingyu's heart and brain play tug-of-war. The decision has been made for him. Belatedly, he says, "Nah." Tucks his phone away.

Hyungsick resumes talking, and Mingyu listens with half an ear, responding just enough to make it seem like he's mildly interested. That lovesick part of him is getting louder, more worried: What if Wonwoo needs you? He must need you. Why else would he call? What if he's hurt or in trouble, and you're the first person he thought of, and you're ignoring him? The niggling feeling in Mingyu's chest grows, an itch of irritation-apprehension-unease that he can't scratch.

Mingyu cuts Hyungsik off. "Sorry, I actually need to make a phone call." Without waiting for a response, Mingyu stands and exits the clubroom. His phone is already on the dial tone when he steps out of the athletics building and into the warm afternoon. He slides a hand into the pocket of his jeans.

For a brief moment, he thinks Wonwoo will not pick up, that he missed his chance. That makes him worry even more--what if Wonwoo really is in trouble? Or if he's hurt and in the hospital? God, he's going to feel like a fucking fool if it turns out Wonwoo had just butt-dialed him.

Finally, the call connects.

Mingyu speaks first. "Hey, sorry I missed your call earlier. What's up?" he asks. Casual. As if his heart isn't pounding in his chest.

Wonwoo is silent for a beat. And then he whimpers, a tiny and miserable sound that strikes Mingyu at his core. The alpha in him immediately rears its head.

"Wonwoo? Is everything alright?" Stupid question. "What's wrong?" Mingyu turns on a heel, takes long and hurried strides in the direction of the dormitories so he can have this conversation in private.

Even through the phone, Mingyu can hear the edge of pain in Wonwoo's laboured breathing, faint though it is.

"What's wrong, Wonwoo?" Mingyu asks again. "Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm sorry for calling you. I just--" Wonwoo cuts himself off and swears. His voice is absolutely tiny when he says, "I just really need you right now."

Ah, fuck, Mingyu thinks, throat going tight. His heart is debating between singing with joy and splitting in half. His eyes sting and he blinks hard. A shaky exhale leaves him. "I'm here," he says.

As if those are the magic words, Wonwoo sighs. But, no--it's not quite a sigh, is it? It's a moan. Mingyu's mind turns over that piece of information. It takes a second for realisation to sink in: Wonwoo is in heat.

With a shaking hand, he digs out the key to his room from his pocket, jams it into the knob. He closes the door behind him, makes a beeline for his bed.

Once settled, he asks, even though he already knows the answer, "Wonwoo, are you in heat?"

"Uh-huh," Wonwoo says.

At his most vulnerable, Wonwoo could not resist calling him, seeking comfort. There's a part of Wonwoo that still likes him, that still considers Mingyu to be his alpha. That's why he turned to Mingyu, instead of some other man.

Wonwoo is in heat, and Mingyu is not there to comfort him. Somehow, that hurts more than anything else. He pushes aside his own feelings on the matter. Croons soothingly, "Oh, baby. I'm here. Are you touching yourself?" Despite everything, the thought still sends a hot swoop of arousal through his stomach.

Wonwoo makes a negative noise in the back of his throat. "I want you to do it."

"I wish I could. God, what I would give to touch you right now," Mingyu says. Too honest. But God, what he would give to be able to call Wonwoo his again.

Alrite lmao that's all I got. Tenaciouscalzonestudentbanana did it better and I would just be copying her if I continued, so go read her version instead.

#aev bonus

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elyuzts-echo · 4 months

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i've got one since i saw your last post w lee!lois!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

oh dont mind the bad anatomy!! 🥺 (got the pose/sketch from someone else, sadly forgot their name. sorry)

STOP STOP CUT RHE CAMERAS

Okgmgmmgmgm

AAAAA OMGGGGGGGG AHHEHEHHSHWJE ILY FOR LEE LOUIS OGMKFKDSKEJEJ /pos /p

#tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #beastars #lee!louis #SHOUTOUT I LOVE THEM #aev answers asks!

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elitexlumiere · 7 years

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A/N: Most, if not all, of the health-related information here are found in the internet. The Hanahaki Disease is a fictional illness so treatment to this is also fictional. I don’t study/practice Medicine so most of the information here are researched and/or discussed with an almost-a-doctor kind of friend. I’m also not a botanist or a plant-loving kind of person so I’m not really a hundred percent sure about the plant/s I used in the story.

In Bloom by: Aev Venallen

Clarisse was not exactly sure when it started. She could only remember the times her best friend, Liam, looks at her in concern whenever she would pound on her chest, the feeling of suffocation tight on her throat. She didn’t really want to worry him, so she pushed his concerns and frowns aside, saying that she was fine and that maybe the feeling would go away in a few days.

It didn’t. It’s already been two months and no, that feeling didn’t go away like she expected any ordinary cough or cold would, which actually scares the hell out of her but wouldn’t admit in front of Liam. She felt worse than the first time, seeing as she’d been coughing more violently the past few days and there was a weird throbbing inside her stomach which was threatening to get out of her chest. If she could, she would have already clawed whatever it was inside out of her system. Of course she didn’t tell Liam that she was feeling all those things. She was frightened enough for the both of them.

With the insistence of the annoying best friend and just as annoying close friends, she was there, sitting beside him at the waiting room, playing with his long fingers to pass time. Clarisse ignored the fluttering in the depths of her stomach when his fingers tightened on hers, the silver ring he loved to wear grazing the skin of her fingers. She must’ve been really nervous, since her stomach keeps on acting up, like there were multiple sets of butterflies flying around, probably dodging their way around her organs or something. She sent him a nervous grin, which he returned with a gummy smile making her feel relieved, but it didn’t really make the “butterflies” stop, much less the bouncing of her leg.

Clarisse thought that she shouldn’t even be here, white, cold, sterile hallways, in the first place, her body stiff and uncomfortable with both the hard, wooden bench they were sitting on and the tense atmosphere of not knowing what was wrong with her. She never did like hospitals. She felt constricted, too conscious of the people’s pain around her when she’s already too aware of her own pain. She should have just told Liam that maybe all she needed was cough syrup, a few nights’ rest, and good food. She should have just fought tooth and nail with her friends to make them stop convincing her to have her checkup because her coughs were not normal anymore, like if she coughed anymore, she would probably throw her lungs out.

She jumped in her seat when the doctor’s secretary called her name, exchanging worried glances with Liam. He smiled tightly, which, she supposed, was meant to be reassuring, before standing up and pulling her up with him. “Do you need me inside or would you rather get in alone?” He asked, his arm settling around her shoulders and pulling her close to him. He rubbed Clarisse’s arm absently, goosebumps dancing on her skin at the contact.

She was about to respond when Liam’s phone rang suddenly, breaking the tensed silence between them. He removed his arm over her shoulders, retrieving the phone from his pocket, his lips breaking out in a bright smile when he realized who the caller was. Glimpsing on the name on his phone, she suddenly felt an onslaught of itchiness at the base of her esophagus and tried to clear her throat several times. Well, that pretty much answered his previous question. Clarisse motioned her best friend to take the call. He hesitantly pressed the button before smiling apologetically at her. “I’ll be back in a few.” He said before pressing his phone over his ear, leaving the hallways to the small garden in the middle of the hospital.

Making sure that Liam was out of range, she cleared her throat forcefully a few more times before breaking out into violent coughs. She must have sounded too sick and probably too loud when the doctor’s secretary, a kind middle-aged lady, helped Clarisse by rubbing her back in a soothing manner. It did help a little though, the lady escorting her inside the clinic with a bottle of water in her other hand. She let herself be led by the lady to sit on the black leather sofa when another bout of coughing occurred, tears clinging at the lashes of her eyes.

“Here drink this up, dear. It won’t stop your coughing but it would make you feel better.”

She grabbed the bottle of water from the lady, the cap already unscrewed. Clarisse gave her a tight but grateful smile before downing gulps of water, which eventually helped the constricting feeling in her chest. The lady seemed to know something about her condition when she noticed the sad smile on her face, her stomach sinking with dread. That was when she knew that something is terribly wrong with her.

Paying no heed to the lady’s reaction as much as she could, she leaned back on the sofa and tried to catch her breath. She must have been staring at nothing for quite a while when she realized the kind lady sat next to her and held her hand, the rubbing of her calloused fingers on her knuckles was soothing it almost made her fell asleep.

Clarisse didn’t even realize that she had closed her eyes when the old lady shifted in her seat and reached out for something. She jolted when she felt a light graze on her lips. There was the lady, with a single pale blue petal in between her fingers. She didn’t really need to see the doctor to know what illness she has and it took all that she had not to let out a scream.

She didn’t know what to do and was slightly grateful when the doctor came in, a sympathizing look on his face, which she hated, when he saw the petal on his secretary’s fingers. Clarisse’s eyes followed the lady when she stood up and placed said petal on her hand, offered her a small smile, and went out of the room.

With the gentle thud of the door, she tried her hardest not to scream.

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Clarisse’s tears had dried by the time she got out of the clinic, her eyes unfocused as she sat back down on the bench by the hallway. She was both thankful and disappointed that Liam had yet to return from his conversation with his girlfriend. So much for being a supportive friend like he claimed, she shook her head and chuckled bitterly. Taking in her current situation and trying to forget her friend for the meantime, she clutched the documents given to her by the kind secretary, who gave her her own personal number and told her to reconsider and move on.

It wasn’t that easy, of course, moving on. She had Hanahaki Disease. To think that having an unrequited love would be the cause of someone’s demise is both laughable and saddening. That the extent of someone’s feelings would take form in something so beautiful but deadly. According to medical specialists, the flowers vary from person to person and, if unattended, could grow further inside the lungs that would suffocate the victim.

Clarisse knew that when she saw that pale blue petal and she didn’t have to think who it was. If she hadn’t coughed out that petal, she would still be living in denial that she could hide the feelings she had for him. She laughed without humor, apparently her feelings were too strong for to be kept hidden.

For the first time since she went out of the clinic, Clarisse looked at the documents in front of her, smoothing out the creases she made at the sides of the papers. It was a list of the best cardiothoracic surgeons in the country, complete with their schedules and nondisclosure fees, which is of course, apart from the surgeon’s fee. She wondered if all these expenses were worth it, removing the budding wisteria flowers inside her, when she was going to be poisoned by the damned flowers anyway. The doctor expressed the urgency for the surgery due to the toxicity of the flowers and to take the surgery before the flower blooms further. She’s going to die either way. She’d rather die with dignity than live, unsure of her feelings and everything.

The doctor informed her that once she agrees to the operation, the whole budding plant would be removed from her lungs, of course. However, she would be emotionally numb for the rest of her life, considering she survive the operation and the possibility of being disabled due to the side effect of the toxin of the flower seeds.

It’s only a matter of time before she dies either of suffocation or poison. Clarisse shook her head. She knew it might be clichéd to say but if loving him was the reason she would die then she would accept it. She thought it would also be practical not to do the surgery. Whatever she does, she won’t be normal after this. She’ll never be normal again. She would rather die than feel numb the rest of her life.

With a deep breath and firm resolve, she tore the papers into pieces and dumped it in the garbage can, just like how he would with her feelings. She didn’t want to dwell of the repercussions of her decision at the moment. She had plenty of time to do that at home. Staring at the pale blue petal, Clarisse thought twice whether she should throw her very first petal or not. She chuckled before pulling out her wallet and neatly tucked in the delicate petal in one of the leather’s pockets.

She was startled out of her thoughts when she heard her name echoing the hallways. She looked back and saw Liam running towards her with a concerned look but a small smile on his face. Clarisse sighed and forced a grin on her face.

Time to act like you’re not hurting, Clarisse. You’re already an expert so keep it up.

After having lunch and a few probing regarding her health with Liam, Clarisse went home to her current roommate-slash-bff, Dessa, who looked like she was having troubles trying to paint her toenails. The latter looked up when the door closed and brightened when she realized it was her.

“Hey! You’re back! How was your date with lover boy?” she teased while blowing on her nails, trying to make it dry faster. Dessa continued to tease her because of her relationship with Liam, but would always tell her that it’s not what she thinks and that he has a girlfriend. It wouldn’t stop the girl from teasing them together, though.

Usually Clarisse was prepared with a comeback whenever Dessa teases her but this time she was too tired to think of anything. She sat on the sofa, the facade she’s been showing Liam drops as she hunched over herself, her eyes started tearing up with the revelation that she would die soon and together with her feelings for him. She couldn’t control the onslaught of emotions and the sobs that racked through her, alerting Dessa with the distressed sound she made.

In her haste, Dessa dropped the nail polish she was holding earlier and spilled red on their white carpet. “Oh my God, Clarisse, are you alright? What happened?”

“I have Hanahaki Disease, Dessa,” she sobbed, her tears unrelenting. She could feel her best friend tense up, before hugging her tightly. Clarisse didn’t even have to say anything. Dessa knew who it was and she knew how serious his relationship is with his girlfriend. There’s nothing else to do but to accept what’s happening, and if Clarisse didn’t want the surgery then she wouldn’t push her. All Dessa could do was to support her best friend’s decision and be there for her whatever happens.

“Everything’s going to be okay, babe. Everything will be okay.”

They both know how empty those words were.

It got worse especially whenever she sees Liam. But it was too much and more painful to see Liam with his girlfriend.

It was plain to see that he was utterly and devotedly hers. Clarisse knew that she’s good for him and it was taking everything not to hate her but she does. So she did what she was good at, hiding and staying the fuck away from them. It’s already bad that her feelings for Liam had somehow mutated to something life-threatening inside her, but to see them in front of her doing couple things? To hear the affection he had for her whenever he mentions her name? She tried her best not to erupt into petal-induced coughs.

Clarisse thought that maybe she could buy more time if she would be able to move on from him. To nip the bud when it’s barely starting but it was futile. Because the moment she sees him, however brief, any form of ill feelings towards him melted into something much warmer and lighter. And then morphed into something unimaginably painful. She knew she was a goner. She was constantly thinking about him to the point that she was saturated with her utter devotion for him.

So the next time she visited the doctor, she was no longer surprised that the wisteria was blooming beautifully at a rapid pace, the film from the x-ray machine showing how it has mutated into something so stunning that it showed the majestic growth of the flowers even in black and white.

The same lady who helped her the first time looked at her with sympathy, probably witnessing the same thing happen to a lot of the other patients who came to that clinic. The doctor told Clarisse that she was beyond help, that she could no longer opt for surgery, since the flower was already too large in her system, that even if they cut it down, it would still grow and kill her, just like it would this time. That everything they do at this point will be a waste of time and money.

Clarisse no longer cried. She had accepted the reality that she had lost someone that she couldn’t even have. The pain of lost love, the worst pain that any world could offer.

She gave a polite bow to both of them, thanking them for their advice and help before shutting the door quietly behind her.

By now everyone, even Liam, knew that she had Hanahaki Disease. Who wouldn’t when she was busy coughing up bright purple petals. She lost weight because she couldn’t even eat without bursting into violent coughs, petals littering her person and the space she’s occupying. During those times, Liam would look at her with this sad look in his eyes and try to convince her to consider surgery, that whoever it was not worth the life she’s throwing away.

And Clarisse would smile because yes, you are worth it but she wouldn’t voice it out loud. She would let him talk with that concerned tone coloring his tone and wouldn’t bother replying. She looked at him like she wouldn’t be able to do that for a long time. Maybe she wouldn’t. She probably wouldn’t.

When Liam noticed her silence, he smiled sadly and held her hand tightly. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“But you already did.” Clarisse thought, and her chest didn’t throb painfully as it did before.

Her last day at the university ended in a teary affair. Her professors and close friends hugging her frail form as they said their goodbyes and as much as Clarisse wanted to hug back, she had no more strength left in her, so she drank in all of their frames and stored it in her memories because she knew that this would be the last time that they would see her.

Dessa was helping her pack her stuff in the shared apartment and they would talk about everything and anything. But when they have retreated to their own rooms, she would hear her best friend’s muffled sobs, trying her best not to let her hear because she knew it would make her cry, too.

The wisteria plant must have been draining her of her tears, which she was grateful for, because she couldn’t even shed a tear now. Clarisse carefully stood up from her bed and went in Dessa’s room as quietly as she could, climbing into her bed. Her best friend rolled to her side and hugged her tightly, sobbing onto her chest.

The night before she travels home, Clarisse was sleeping over at Liam’s apartment. They pretend that she was just going home for vacation. That in a few days she’ll be back with treats from her mother and a few trinkets from her sisters. That she would be able to text him when she feels bored or when she finds something interesting.

“I’ll miss you.” Liam whispered when they lied down on the fort he laid out in the living room, few stray tears making its way on his cheeks.

Clarisse reached out the best she could, her thin fingers wiping the tears away. “I’ll miss you, too.” She could feel a rustle in her chest and she knows. She knows that her time is up and it’s only a matter of hours before she was gone but she didn’t want to go and leave him like this.

She was surprised when Liam lifted his hand and wiped her tears too, because she didn’t know that she was still capable of crying. She raised her hand and rested on his. Clarisse wanted to kiss the frown on his face but she knew she couldn’t, so she opted for a hug. He was hers, she reminded herself as she drifted into dreamland.

They ended up staying that way, his arms around her just like she hoped for before. And maybe, her wishes would come true tomorrow, that when she wakes up, she might be okay. Things might return back to normal. That he might recognize her feelings and would love her just as she loves him.

Clarisse knew that wasn’t the case. Her eyes opened wide when she felt the petals were rising and she could already feel them clogging her throat. She refused to scream her pain and with every strength that was left in her, she pushed Liam away, sparing him the pain of seeing her dead the moment he opens his eyes.

With a final cry, Clarisse was gone.

When Liam woke up, he thought that somehow, everything’s going to be fine. Clarisse will get better, the petals will miraculously be removed from her system, and she would be able to move on. He would move heaven and earth just to see her happy.

He sat up, confused that he was almost at the edge of the blanket, remembering that he was hugging Clarisse before they went to sleep. Liam had to fix something for breakfast before she leaves and move back to her parents’ house to heal and recover.

Liam couldn’t help the anguished cry he let out the moment he saw Clarisse’s peaceful form, cold and lifeless, radiant purple wisteria petals between her teeth.

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