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crybabytoy59 · 4 years ago

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Shopping trip pt3

Aunty Dee went behind me as she did I could feel her at my back passage “let’s get your fuck hole sorted baby girlie” Aunty Pea was lifting a needle to put it to a syringe smiling at me as she did so she lent forward pushing the sharp needle to the center of my nipple from the front ! I watched as the whole 3” disappeared into my nipple I could feel the cold steel pushing through my flesh as she went very slowly to have me appreciate what she was doing “Ready Aunty Dee ?” ..

“Yes Aunty Pea all set back here ...on three...

I squealed as Aunty Pea pushed a stinging fluid into my nipple ! At the same time Aunty Dee pushed a long balloon plug up inside me ! This she was now hand pumping larger & larger Deep in my rectum ! ....Aunty Pea pushed another needle into my other nipple pushing the plunger I could hardly see her for tears now ! “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way nice big tears for us cutie !” .....

Aunty Dee was pushing a steel oval up the plug tube this had a hollow at its centre with a thin rubber membrane, that held the tube! I gasped as she pushed the plug inside me...at its base was a large curved ring that was just bigger than my anal passage this ring had slits around it six in total, Aunty Pea was handing her the surgical pliers Nanny had used in my nipples with theses she pinched a bit of skin at my rear pulling it up through a slot, Aunty Dee lifted a gun putting something to it I felt her push it to my back passage ! There was a loud bang then I felt pain in my anal hole ! They both smiled looking at the New anal piercing ! Pulling the next bit of skin through the slot they fired the gun & a second stud was set... I was now howling as the door opened & Nanny came in with wine !

My my Crybaby’s getting quite the treatment look at this lovely New anal ring sweetheart... look at me baby! Yes sweetheart your now open permanently so baby will be in nappy’s 24/7 !

There was another bang as the last stud went in !

I now had a silver ring at my rear with studs that looked like small dummy’s!!

Aunty pea patted it to sounds of me whimpering..... Don’t fret crybaby the walls are thin rubber, so when your being used baby will still feel all the lovely cocks up inside her ! They all laughed...

Now let’s get you ready for Nanny’s next “Surprise” Crybaby as this is going to be So Much fun !...

Nanny was at my cheek kissing it “But am afraid Not for you my wee Lie telling Fuck Toy !.....

Annty Pea turned the volume up on the heart monitor I could now hear the rapid bleeping of my own heart beat !

The girls all looked at each other knowing this would make them see how “Crybaby” would take to her new position in life...

As the girls got ready Nanny was lifting a large black syringe with a cock shape on its end, it was fully drawn & had a rubber balloon hanging at the last part of the syringe behind the plunger?....

Next she lifted bandage scissors & started cutting the vet wrap from my head,throwing it into a waiting bucket, she teased my sore mouth open to retrieve the lime !

“My my girls look at this Crybaby has at least got this much right..haven’t you Sweetheart? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby Girlie that’s very good now I want my girlie to be very brave now as Nanny is going to do something that your cute mind won’t want to accept Sweetheart ! But trust Nanny it is going to happen ! so try to be a brave Baby !....Now Open Wide....No Crybaby Pain Toy WIDER !! Clever girlie baby!...Never mind what the girls are doing look at Nanny !”

To my left the girls were both putting on Strap’On harnessing!

Nanny lofted a clear plastic lip guard pushing into my mouth till I thought my lips would rip ! next she screwed a clear short tube to it...

Lifting the big syringe she chuckled “Be brave Sweetheart” the rubber cock part went over my tongue I couldn’t help probing it with my tongue as I did the soft rubber opened slightly to a soft goo ?

Nanny screwed the end of the syringe then spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Now just Swallow Don’t think about it listen to Nanny’s voice sweetheart !! Clever girlie baby Your doing Very well....AhAh No keep swallowing Crybaby Pain Toy....Almost done ! CLEVER Girlie potty Baby !”...

Nanny withdrew the plunger seeing the look on my face as I suddenly wrenched the content of the syringe back into its main body the rubber bag bellowed outwards !

I was panting with tears & snot now pouring from me ! As I was genuinely panicking over what had just been done to me but I had no time to ponder as Nanny barked !

“Swallow It Again ! Crybaby Pain Toy !” The flowdown my throat was relentless !

But again I wrenched it back into the syringe!! ....

As Nanny simply pushed a third time !

“Crybaby that’s ok sweetheart trust us we have all night You Are Keeping this Down Pain Toy...Girls why don’t we make a start on her other end !

Aunty Pea laughed “Why yes nanny lets see her be a Clever toilet girlie as we fuck her nice & hard!”.....

I felt Aunty Pea at my sore rear pushing past the rubber sleeve Deep in to my rectum as I wrenched again !

Slowly she started fuck in my sissy hole but Not gently She would take the 7” Intruder out then slam it home holding my hips as Nanny & Aunty Dee mocked me !

“What a clever Crybaby Pain Toy ! Is that nice sweetheart? ....Moan baby Moan loud for us ! Or Cutie we will Do this for hours ! Up To baby girlie?”

Aunty Dee Burst out laughing at Nanny’s cruel words...Words that had me Moaning as I cried For Them !..she knelt down thrust her hips... “Crybaby am next & am going to Fuck that cute sissy hole until am exhausted & spent ! Swallow for Nanny ! Toilet girlie ! Best get used to being used Pain Toy !”

Nanny pushed the plunger but this time I was Destroyed & it stayed Down !

As Nanny undid the syringe she spoke to me..

“Are you sorry you told Lies Crybaby?”

Ga’Ga.... Ga’Ga.... NANNY Ga’Ga!!!....

My Nanny looked truly surprised over my huge out Burst !!....

“Clever girlie... can you stop please Aunty Pea...,. Crybaby look at me ! That was Very Genuine & Nanny truly believes your remorse..

So she will stop punishing you for your Lies !...

Now hush hush baby ! ( Nanny was teasing my nipples, gently rubbing between the nails !) ...

Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way breath Deeper...

Now sweetheart Did Nanny say You could use Big words ?

( Goo’goo) Clever girlie No she did Not...

So should We Punish our Baby ? (Ga’Ga) ...

Clever girlie Yes let’s Up Your Punishment as Nanny has obviously been way too soft with her baby girlie!!”

I had forgotten how Nanny loved mind Games ! ....

I was crying Hysterically now !

Nanny lifted pliers..slowly pulling the nails out ! She sat me up straight the nails still in my skin to each side of my nipples...

“Sweetheart Hush now...(Nanny cuddled me onto her shoulder)..Hush Hush Baby Breath! Come on Deeply in & out for Nanny”

This took me completely off guard as I cried my eyes out over her shoulder I found my self nursing at her neck & shoulder Breathing in & out to her commands of me...

I could smell her perfume, her skin...the warmth of her embrace, I had always loved how Nanny cuddled me.I didn’t care that this time it was in front of the girls.I just wanted to feel at one with my Nanny...

Slowly my crying ebbed to soft sobbing...she again spoke to me softly her words like velvet...

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s good....Just Breath for Us...Clever girlie..Ah ah its ok just ignore what the girls are doing...Breath for Nanny”

Behind me the girls were working fast now, while Nanny had my mind in her grip !

Aunty Dee had put a large metal pole to the frame behind me,this had a pad at the base of my back & two vertical pads each side of my spine at should height, at its very top to the base of my neck was a Sever looking posture collar !

Suddenly I was aware that my tummy was being pulled in by a belt, at that Nanny was pushing me backwards to meet the collar...I whimpered aloud !

But Nanny simply spoke very gently..

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it just relax for us.... As Baby am Afraid we are still Very far for through yet Crybaby”

Aunty Pea Spoke....

“Crybaby put your headie All the way back for Aunty Dee !..No cutie All the way BACK !!! Do it Pain Toy !”

My neck was held fast by the wicked collar now as All three of them towered over me !

Nanny spoke....

“Crybaby will Nanny punish her Girlie for Big Talk?..”...

Ga’Ga.....they All clapped....as new tears started..Aunty Dee mocked..

Aawww look girls tears of joy over Baby continuing her Punishment session ! Are they Cutie? Are they tears of Joy Crybaby? Answer me Pain Toy! (Ga’Ga)Clever girlie Crybaby that’s great to see cutie let’s have You shedding far more Tears then Baby Girlie!!!” ...

Nanny appeared at my face ....

“Take a Big Deep Breath Pain Toy & Hold it In !... Clever girlie baby..Aunty Pea !”

Aaaaaahhhhhhh......wwaahhh’ Waaahhh WWWwwwaaaaHhhh !

What a Fucking Pathetic Thing You Are Crybaby!...The girls started spitting into my Mouth !!!....

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quagmireisadora · 5 years ago

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[Jonghyun / Taemin] Spring Runs in My Blood (Part 1)

Rating: R-ish Warning: none (yet) Genre: soulmate au Length: ~7694 (this part)

A/N: I rarely write JongTae and I never write soulmate aus so, my gratitude to @minhoandthebabes for allowing me to indulge in both with her. Title is a reference to the poem 봄 by Yoon Dongju

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It wasn't the timer itself but the anticipation of it going off that led Jonghyun to the cafe. Not fate, not kismet. No. It was purely nerves. That's what he told himself later on.

In all honesty, his nerves had been performing calisthenics ever since he'd hit the "three months to go" mark and they'd sat him down for an orientation at work. What to expect and what not to expect, they’d told him--expect to be surprised, pleasantly or otherwise; don't expect sex right off the bat. Everyone went through an orientation like that, he was assured. Everyone was given a full rundown on the physical and emotional changes that were to come in the following… rest of his life, really. That's the standard duration spent with a soulmate, anyway. A lifetime.

So there he was, in the cafe, definitely not predestined to be there and simply craving caffeine before an important meeting with an important client. His head was in the bulky presentation he still needed to review, not on some stupid sequence of numbers on his wrist. Definitely not on the damn numbers, because they caught him by surprise. After all, time doesn't wait. Not for clients and not for meetings.

As he was placing his order, his wrist began vibrating.

"Oh hell…" he mumbled to himself, clutching at the string of green zeros as if to hide a shameful scar. “I can’t do this right now!” he thought as his eyes roved the cafe, looking for other victims of similar misfortune, other people panicking just like him. Anyone else with a soulmate problem? he silently--desperately--called out in his mind. Anyone at all?

Taemin went there often. The wifi was great, the coffee he didn't really care about. Snacks were nice too, and the barista was hot. At least, he'd tried to get her number and she hadn't slapped him, so that was a plus. Many years later as he recounted the memory for guests, he insisted he visited the place to escape his mother's nagging and his brother's domestics.

But really, he only went there for the wifi.

When he was just about to execute a perfect KO against another player, his timer buzzed. He jumped in surprise, yelled out a shocked “shit!”, did everything he wasn't supposed to do. And sent his drink flying onto an old man in a suit.

"Yah!" the man barked indignantly. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"A-ahh…! Why'd you sit so close to me, then?" Taemin complained in response. He looked back at his computer to find he'd been defeated and that his opponent--some guy from Taipei--was sending him all kinds of trash talk in celebration. "Ahhh!" he let out another disappointed sound.

The old man stared incredulously at him. "You punk...! Do you have any idea how expensive this suit is?!" he demanded, waving his lapel wildly, drops of juice flying from the action.

"Do you have any idea how good that drink was?!" Taemin snapped back, a few other patrons within earshot snorted. "What?" Taemin replied to them too. "It was really good, OK?! Had like little bits of pineapple and everything! And now your… stupid expensive suit is drinking all of it. You should be the one sorry to me, ahjussi!"

"Oh, I'll show you sorry--" the man glowered and rolled up his sleeves.

Jonghyun rubbed a hand on his forehead. "These idiots are being too noisy…" he muttered, still looking around. "How will I find that person now?!"

"--you need to watch your tone, young man!" the ahjussi yelled.

"I'm not a young man!" Taemin fought back, then realised that was incorrect. "I mean. I'm young and I'm a man. But. No, wait--" he held his hands out in front of himself to compute the situation, but the buzzing on his arm continued to be a distraction for his already addled brain. "Ahhh this stupid stupid timer going off right now!" he slapped the place like that would help stop it.

Had Jonghyun not been eavesdropping, he wouldn't have caught that. "Wh--what?" he narrowed his eyes, walking over to the scene and addressing the young and disoriented guy. "E-excuse me?" he started.

"Wat?"

"May I see your uhm…" he gestured to the other's arm, holding his own out. "May I see it?"

Taemin looked from the offered limb to the man. "Why?"

Jonghyun rolled his eyes in exasperation and grabbed the guy's hand to compare their timers. The buzzing stopped, a sign that they really were a match. He looked around the cafe and no one else seemed to be coming forward. "You’ve got to be--! Are you really the one?" he demanded, like that made absolutely no sense.

Taemin scratched his head. "The one what?"

It was the ahjussi with the ruined suit who came to their rescue. "Oh… I see," he backed away from them, his threats dissipating. "Uhh. Congrats," he waved his hand dismissively at them and left their side.

As more people around them caught on, they started to clap, the applause growing in a wave until every single pair of eyes in the cafe was on them. Taemin’s confused face slowly split into a grin, and then he waved at the other patrons like he was some kind of celebrity.

Jonghyun, on the other hand, wanted to shrink away in shame.

A barista came over with a tray, a gift set of two matching cups and several coupons for free drinks on it. "Congratulations, sirs," she bowed to them and smiled pleasantly. "Please accept these on our behalf, and make sure to post about this wonderful coincidence on your SNS!” She gestured politely to the large glass front of the cafe. “The nearest Soulmate Depot is across the street. Please be careful on your way, and visit us again soon!"

"Waaahhh~" Taemin accepted the gifts happily. "This is all so--!"

"Unbelievable..." Jonghyun completed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "W-wait," he had a sudden thought. "Are you even eighteen?"

"Why does that matter…?" Taemin scowled before his expression lightened. "Wait, you're gay?!" he pointed a ridiculing finger at the man as he laughed, then stopped with shock in his eyes. "Wait, I'm gay?!" he touched his chest. "But… girls think I'm hot."

Jonghyun nearly swooned and fainted at the stupidity. "Please come with me," he said in a very strict and very formal tone.

"What?! Where?!" Taemin defended himself. But his arm was tugged and he was left with no choice. He packed his things, hurriedly stuffing them into a backpack, and followed the other out.

It had snowed recently. The ground was slippery and the sky overcast. Someone at Jonghyun’s office had circulated news that there was a storm coming later in the week. But considering how insane his day had been so far, he wouldn't have been shocked if the sky started spitting a blizzard down at them any minute. As they walked towards the depot, he hugged his coat closer around himself.

"How old are you?" his inquiry had an impersonal tone.

"Uhh… twenty-six?" Taemin replied, counting on his fingers. "I think?"

You think? Jonghyun wondered if this guy was on drugs. He was sure he couldn’t handle an addict for a soulmate. "Uhm. By any chance, have you completed high-school?" he continued his questions.

"Duh," the other snorted. "I'm not some. Uhh. Imbecile?" he confirmed the word with Jonghyun. "Yeah, yeah. Imbecile. I have a job and all, OK?"

"Oh. May I ask where you work?" Jonghyun stopped walking and took out his phone, held it at the ready to cross-check the information.

"Ahhh why're you asking all this stuff?!" Taemin jiggled a finger in his ear. "So annoying…"

The other grit his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. "Sir, if we're about to spend the rest of our lives together, I'd feel more comfortable knowing all this.”

"Oh," Taemin blinked. "Fair," he shrugged. "Uhh, I mean. I said I have a job but uhm--"

Here comes the clincher, Jonghyun thought.

"Heh. See, I did have a job. But then I went to the army for two years, and then I had only two months to go on my timer and nobody would give me a job. So now," Taemin chuckled stupidly. "I'm… unemployed?"

It didn't sound as bad as Jonghyun had expected it to be. Maybe not a druggie, just a weirdo. Still bad, but maybe he could learn to live with it. "And… may I ask how you survive, sir?"

Taemin picked his nose as he answered, completely bored now. "Well, hyung found his soulmate last year. They married and get a stipend from the state. And eomma and appa… they do what they can," he said with a noncommittal shrug, getting his hand slapped away from his face by a disgusted Jonghyun.

Moving on from the place and the subject, Taemin blinked at the large blue and white sign above their heads when they’d arrived across the street from the cafe. "I've never been inside one of these…" he spoke with awe, then turned to explain to the other. "You know. Cause I didn't have a soulmate before. But. Now I do. So. Yeah."

"I gathered," Jonghyun spoke from behind gritted teeth. He was losing his patience with all this. "Let's just get this over with."

They were asked to present their wrists to a scanner each. After a series of beeps and blinking lights, the door hushed open for them. They looked around the empty hallway, its walls and ceiling and even carpeting a pristine white.

"Whoa…" Taemin let out.

Soon, a woman with a confident gait walked over and stopped before them with a bow. "Welcome to Nonhyeon Soulmate Depot! Congratulations on beginning your journey together. We hope to give you all the information you need before you can go on and make happy and wonderful memories!" she bowed again and gestured for them to go through a tall set of doors at the far end of the hallway.

They shuffled over together, and a second wrist scan later were allowed into a much larger room filled with desks and cubicles and mechanical apparatus of all kinds.

"Whoa!" Taemin gushed again.

While the place looked full, it wasn't really. Only a handful of other couples were scattered around, seated at different tables. Each was being instructed by pleasant-faced officials, pointing at pamphlets or screens, talking with exaggerated motions, directing them to their next stop.

"Whoa--" Taemin started to express his amazement a third time when he was cut off by an irate Jonghyun.

"I think we should call someone over to help.”

On cue, a woman walked over to them, her air professional but her smile tight like she wasn't impressed with what they had to offer. "Welcome," she bowed as well. "This won't take very long. We've got biometrics over there--" she began to walk, pointing to various cubicles as they passed them. "Blood test over here, general physical test over here, eyesight and hearing here, urine test in the far end over by the toilet signs. And over here--" she stopped at one point. "We'll require your national ID numbers to link you up on our database," she explained. "Standard procedure. We also have an in-house specialist providing advice on pregnancy, but you won't be needing that."

"Oh. Why not?" Taemin asked with some disappointment.

The woman turned to him with exasperation. "Because you're both men. Now, come this way please…"

As they were herded from place to place, Jonghyun was constantly shocked by the man and his ridiculously dumb questions. The officers at the HQ seemed to have a very high threshold for nonsense, but Jonghyun--not a chance. He went eagerly when they separated them for individual interrogation.

In return for his curiosity, Taemin was asked all kinds of questions too. Did he have cancer. Did anyone in his family have cancer. Was he allergic to anything, did he have any phobias, was he currently on any special medication. Was there any history of mental illness in his family, or in his own life. He tried answering as faithfully as he could, even when some of the questions were complicated. Soon, he was starting to feel uncomfortable with all the measuring and weighing and poking and prodding he was being subjected to.

But when they were finally brought to the last counter, he was told he'd get a monthly stipend of five million won with a potential for increase depending on how their relationship progressed. Taemin nearly jumped for joy, doing a little jig when they were reunited again.

"Five-mill-yun, Five-mill-yun," he sang as Jonghyun watched him, embarrassed and wanting desperately to leave. The relief he felt when a woman came up to them and said they were free to go, was unparalleled. He stormed off into the night, wishing this was all a very elaborate nightmare his hysterical brain had conjured up, and that he'd wake up laughing about it.

But, nope.

"Hey…!" Taemin chased him down, almost slipping on ice. "Hey, wait!" he called after the other, reaching him only to keel over and breathe with difficulty. "What's--what's your name, though?!"

"I am Kim Jonghyun," came the stiff reply. "And you are…?"

"Taemin. Lee Taemin," he said with a bright smile. "Sixty-fifth nephew of the great Lee… Lee uhh," he scratched his head. "What was that philosopher dude's name again…?" he asked himself before flapping his wrist to dismiss his own thoughts. "Never mind. Nice to meet you anyway," he nodded and walked beside the guy for several feet.

It was only fifteen minutes later that Taemin stopped in confusion. "Wait, wait. Am I supposed to come with you?"

Jonghyun gave him a deprecating look. "Sir. I understand we are soulmates. But right now, I have more important things to attend to. Please," he gestured back the way they’d come. "Let me be on my way."

Taemin frowned. "But… numbers," he said like that explained everything.

Jonghyun huffed tiredly. "May I have your phone?" he held his own out. When he had both devices, he passed them against each other. "There. You have my details now. May I go?"

Taemin started to nod, but then held up a finger. "W-wait. They gave me--" he fished through the pockets of his large and puffy jacket before pulling out a box of condoms and holding it as if triumphantly. "These."

Jonghyun felt his face burn. "Goodbye!" he barked and scuttled away in urgency.

"So rude…!" Taemin scowled and spun on his heel to walk in the opposite direction. Once again, he made it several steps before he stopped and rang the newly added contact on his phone.

"Yes?!" Jonghyun hissed.

"Uhh, I'm lost. Where's the nearest station?"

Jonghyun nearly burst out in tears. Why did he have to walk into that café?

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At home, Taemin was asked eager questions by his family. Who was it? What kind of person were they? Where did they live? Were they coming to pick him up that night? Was he moving out soon? He brushed all their inquiries away like he did with anything they'd ever asked of him.

Then he returned to playing video games again.

On the other, posher side of town, Jonghyun's coworkers easily forgave him for being late. The important meeting turned into a discussion about his soulmate, major project stakeholders and clients turning into gossip mongers within the blink of an eye. Jonghyun shifted uncomfortably from the attention to his personal life, happy to finally leave the room when the meeting was adjourned.

"You're happy, though?" Jinki asked him at the end of the day.

"Hardly," Jonghyun tried to keep the whine out of his voice but couldn't help it. "He's an idiot."

Jinki chuckled. "I'm sure he's not that bad."

Little did he know that over the duration of one week, Taemin would be the direct result of ensuing disaster.

To be fair, he did nothing out of the ordinary--he spent his time sitting in front of a screen and stuffing his face with junk food. His phone rang several times, but he ignored it. His mother knocked on his door at mealtimes but he ignored that, too. His hyung finally walked in and tried to fight the game controller out of his hands, but he resisted it until he couldn't.

By the end of the third day, there were weird headaches that lasted hours--pangs that nearly blinded him with tears. Then, his stomach started to get upset, rejecting everything he ate regardless of how healthy and nourishing his mother insisted it was. His father bought a bag of red ginseng to boil for him, his sister-in-law found a good acupuncturist in the neighborhood. They did their best to ignore his stubbornness, to stop his health from failing the way it was. But every remedy every solution was accompanied by the same, very strict advice.

"You need to go be with your soulmate."

Jonghyun knew this would happen, just as he knew he would probably end up suffering the same illness. As time wore on, he felt shittier and shittier and his health got worse and worse. And although Roo’s company would usually comfort him in such times, there was no curing this with puppy tricks and silly games.

When his stomach took a break from heaving its contents, he crawled out of the bathroom and rested against whatever he could find before reaching for his phone. He texted instead of calling. “I assume your condition is just as bad as mine,” he managed to write in formal words, despite the shudder in his hands. “Please come to this location, I believe meeting may help us.”

Taemin, in a daze of sickness and pain, wrote back a “who dis” to the location pin, before rolling away and falling asleep. His phone rang frantically for a long time in response to that, but there was simply no rousing him.

Somewhere across the river, a man let out an agonized and indignant yell of annoyance.

It was several hours later that Taemin could finally gather the strength and fortitude to sit up in bed, then waddle his way out of his room. It took him a long while to stop swooning and shrug on a jacket, leaving his home to the happy encouragement of his entire family. Outside, the air was biting cold, but the sun was out for a change. It reinforced his courage to keep going--he’d feel better soon, he thought to himself. A few minutes out in the fresh air would do him well. Right?

Wrong.

In a cold sweat, hanging off the side of a pedestrian bridge, he threw up again. Walking had been a bad idea. Being outside had been a bad idea. Thinking was a bad idea, too, he realized from under the haze of his splitting headache. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and cursed loudly, answering the call.

“Where the hell are you?” Jonghyun’s impatient voice immediately berated.

“I… I don’t know where I am!” Taemin whined, looking around for signs. “Come--come get me, I’m dying!

“You’re not dying, just… just send me your location, OK? I’ll come to you.”

It took them a while to navigate around each other, sharing directions and several calls filled with colorful language. Jonghyun’s head reeled with more than his sickness, and he had to try very hard not to just give up and fall onto the side of the street himself. But they did finally manage to find each other, and to their credit, Taemin wasn’t yet comatose enough to not recognize his soulmate and latch onto him as soon as he was within arm’s reach.

Relief filled them the minute they came into contact with each other, a long and heavy sigh escaping their mouths in unison. Jonghyun brushed the dirt off of Taemin’s clothes, muttering something about lying on the sidewalk like a homeless man, and then he piled them onto a bus.

By the time they’d arrived at his apartment building, they were both walking upright again.

“Is… this a kidnapping?” Taemin shattered all hope of a civil conversation the minute he opened his mouth.

“Yes,” Jonghyun replied sarcastically. “Man kidnaps his own soulmate, of course, what a terrible and common crime. In what world would that even make sense?!” he yelled.

“Y-you could be into…” Taemin gestured wildly, even though his argument held no conviction. “Organ trafficking!” If he had any other protests to make in that line of thought, they were all invalidated when he was yanked into an elevator.

“Wait… is this your house? Are you taking us to your apartment?” he asked as they waited in the lift car. “Do you have video games?”

“No…” Jonghyun shook his head, frowning. “Why?”

The other made a disgusted face. “What kind of person doesn’t have video games…” he mumbled, pulling out his phone and switching it to game mode. A hologram appeared above his screen, accompanied by the sounds of clashing swords and grunted exclamations.

Jonghyun scoffed, then snatched the device away. “Hey--” he said sternly, putting the device out of reach of the other as a struggle ensued. “Hey, listen to me! I’m bringing you into my house because we need to spend time with each other. Do you understand? That means no video games, no sulking in different rooms, no doing our own things, OK?” he explained. “Do you understand me?”

“Yeah, yeah, stop shouting,” Taemin complained when he gave up, covering his ear and mumbling something about feisty old men. He plodded after the other when they arrived at their floor, hands deep in his pockets and eyes on the carpet. “What are we going to do then?” he pouted as Jonghyun unlocked his front door. “You don’t have video games, you don’t look like a fun guy, and--” he suddenly brightened with an idea.

“Do we fuck?”

Jonghyun let out a choked noise. “N-no!” he denied, hesitating for a minute before allowing the other into his home. “We don’t even know each other yet!”

“But I mean…” Taemin followed his host indoors. “We’re two guys, aren’t we? Are we supposed to fuck? I don’t even know how we would fuck. Do you know how we would fuck? I don’t think we can fuck. What happens if we do fuck? Do I fuck you or do you fuck me? Is fucking even legal between two guys? Are we supposed to fuck in this neighborhood--?”

“Can you!” Jonghyun whirled and covered the man’s mouth. “Stop saying fuck so much?” he hissed. “It’s… it’s making me nervous!”

Taemin frowned, but nodded. But as was in his nature, when he was let go of, he muttered a single and unnecessary “fuck” and then ran away into another room.

“What has my life come to…” Jonghyun sobbed as he watched the other clown around in his apartment, opening door after door and peeking in.

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When he’d calmed the guy down and handed him a glass of juice, they sat across from each other in the TV lounge, studying one another--or at least, Jonghyun did the studying while Taemin simply hummed tunelessly and sipped from a curly plastic straw. We’re adults, Jonghyun thought to himself. Right? Even if he’s a moron, we’re adults, we can deal with this like adults. This is no big deal.

“So. Uhm. Since you were so enthusiastic about it. Have you uhh…” he made a vague gesture at the man’s torso. “You know. Ever explored? Down there?”

Taemin frowned as he sipped noisily. “What, you mean Australia?” he asked. “No, I’ve never even crossed the equator before. Why’re you asking about travel all of a sudden?”

Jonghyun nearly fainted. No, he realized. We’re not adults. “I’m asking about your… you know! Man things!” he gestured wildly, a jabbing action at the other's crotch.

Taemin let out a low sound of comprehension. "Right, yeah, uhh--" he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Yeah. Sometimes. When there's. You know. Girl groups on TV and stuff," he shrugged.

"Girl groups," Jonghyun repeated to confirm. "On TV."

"Yeah, why--" Taemin pouted a little, sitting up in the armchair, feeling a little defensive. "You haven't?"

Jonghyun made a motion of the hands as if to say obviously that's a stupid thing to do, and I would never do that. "Wait, so," he started again after an awkward pause. "You… you like girls?"

Taemin scratched his forehead. "I… I've never been with one," he answered honestly. "Never been with anyone."

Jonghyun studied him at that, watched the way he sat, the way he shifted and scratched and worried his lip. Watched his nervous tics and his curious eyes. He leaned back in his chair and watched for a long time--somehow unbothered by how his staring could be perceived by the other. Somehow unconcerned with that etiquette for now.

Growing self-conscious by the minute, Taemin bounced his leg nervously as he looked around the apartment. "You live alone?" he asked before noticing the water dish in the corner. "You… you have a doggy?" he pronounced the word like a kid would.

"Hmm?" Jonghyun perked up a little at that. "You like doggies--I mean. Dogs?" he asked. "I can… I can let her out, if you're OK with them?"

Taemin’s eyes took on a gleam when he nodded eagerly. "Can I pet?"

Roo struggled in Jonghyun's arms, barking at the stranger when he walked her out. With each step she growled, baring her teeth.

Taemin's hand reach out tentatively for her to sniff. When she was satisfied he wasn't a threat she continued her barking until he giggled and offered more of his hand, scratching her neck. "Such a good girl…" he hushed. "How old?" he looked up at Jonghyun with awestruck eyes.

"Two years," the other replied with some pride.

For a while that's all Taemin did, playing with the pup, watching her perform her tricks, feeding her a treat or two, cackling gleefully when she licked his face. Jonghyun watched them with fondness, thinking this wasn't so bad after all. The man was an idiot, yes. And he had no experience with relationships, sure. But at least he wasn't some jerk. At least he wasn't an asshole--at least he wasn't a complete mismatch. That's what Jonghyun had been most afraid of.

Later that day as Roo ate, Taemin sat nearby ruffling the soft fur between her ears. "You want kids, don't you?" he asked his host.

Jonghyun was taken aback by the sudden question. "Why… what makes you say that?"

"My hyung says… he says that only people who can't have kids keep doggies now," Taemin replied.

There was a long silence between them at that, until Jonghyun broke it with an almost unintelligible, "Do you want kids?"

Taemin blinked at the other, looking to where he stood cleaning dishes. "I don't think I could afford to raise a child," he admitted.

Jonghyun took off his gloves and motioned around them at the apartment, at its large space, apparently designed for a family. "You don't have to do it alone, now. We can use both our stipends."

The other shook his head. "I want to use that money to… to help my family."

"Uhh…?" Jonghyun raised an eyebrow at that. "Isn't that money meant for us? For this relationship?" He frowned at Taemin. "Are there… does your family have financial difficulties?"

A nonchalant shrug replied. "Eomma used to work until she hurt her back and appa retired three years ago. Now hyung earns everything in a house of four, so… my stipend will help?" he reasoned. "Why. Do you--should I give that money to you?"

Jonghyun tutted. "No, of course not. But--" his frown deepened. "Why don't you get a job again?"

Taemin whined. "Like I haven't tried?!" he insisted, walking back to the armchair and falling into it with a pout. "They keep giving the job to people with more time, more freedom. Single people. People with no soulmates…" he complained. "Why is it so unfair?"

"That's… that doesn't seem right to me," Jonghyun shook his head, joining the other across the table. "Workplace equality includes people like us. We're protected by the law. You should complain about that to the--"

Taemin excitedly pointed at the other. "That's exactly what I say to them at every interview!" he nearly yelled. "... before they ask me to leave," he wilted in place.

Jonghyun thought about that. He had heard of people leaving the company before, citing an increase in responsibilities once they had a soulmate and a family to look after. He’d heard of it happening to others. But if the truth was that they were being let go in exchange for younger yet-unconnected workers with several years ahead of them before their timers ran out... if that was the truth, he suddenly felt threatened. The boss had said he was up for a promotion soon, would him meeting Taemin change that?

“What uhm...” he tried to allay his own fears by continuing to question the man. “What did you do? Before you went away for your service?”

“I... used to work as an engineer,” Taemin scratched his chin.

“E-engineer?” Jonghyun scoffed, wondering if he should cross-check the information after all. An idiot like this? And engineering? “You’re--you’re not joking, are you?” he confirmed suspiciously.

The other scowled. “No, I’m not.”

Balking, Jonghyun shifted forward in his chair. “Th-that’s...! That’s so prestigious! Why don’t you apply to get your old job back?!”

“Because they don’t want me back!” Taemin insisted. “I called, I sent my CV, I applied for internships--even when I’m not an intern anymore. And they--!” he sunk lower in his seat. “Just give me back my phone. I have a game to finish.”

“Taemin ssi,” Jonghyun said sternly. “There has to be another reason why they’re refusing. Have you ever thought of that? I mean, I still have my job,” he pointed to himself. “There has to be something else, something you’re not doing right--”

“Why did you bring me here if all you’re gonna do is lecture me?” Taemin complained.

The elder sighed. “OK... OK,” he placated. “You don’t want to talk. And I can’t leave you to play games by yourself. What else do you want to do?”

Taemin shrugged, still pouting.

“Have you... ever kissed someone?” Jonghyun inquired, receiving a shake of the head. “Would you like to try it?

Taemin looked around the apartment in confusion. “Who do I kiss?”

“Who do you think?!” Jonghyun demanded in frustration.

“Oh...” the other blinked, then widened his eyes. “Oh! Like two soulmates doing the--” he crossed his fingers together, “The thing. Oh. Yeah. Uhh... OK, then--” he sat forward excitedly, then stopped. “Wait, what am I supposed to do?”

Jonghyun couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. He move closer, kneeling in front of the other and taking hold of his hands. They were small, he noticed. Soft, small, with a few silver rings on some of the fingers. “I’ll help you,” he assured in a kind voice.

Taemin shifted, unsure. “Do I need to do something?” he asked. “Like... do I hold my breath? Do I close my eyes? Is there a prayer I need to say? Or like a symbol I need to make or--?”

“Just...” Jonghyun held a finger to his own lips and craned in closer. He placed his palm to the side of the man’s face, feeling the hair and skin against his fingertips. The simple contact alone sent his heart into a speeding frenzy, his eyes studying the other for every shift every blink every exhale. There was so much to be read in Taemin’s expression, he realized then. So much sitting unspoken at the corner of those puffy lips, so many dreams in those trusting eyes. As the distance between their mouths narrowed to nearly nothing, he kept his gaze on the other, unfaltering until they were so close he had to let his eyes run out of focus before he blinked them shut.

The contact was so dizzying, Taemin thought he’d fall out of his seat. He’d never thought he’d be kissing a man, much less a man who was his soulmate. He’d also never imagined it would make him feel like there were fireworks going off in every inch of his body, like he lay face-first on a frying pan, the oil spitting as soon as it came in contact with his skin. He reached out for support, finding a pair of shoulders to lean against as his lungs started to burn for lack of air.

Jonghyun moved away a minute, then burst out laughing when he saw the other gasp. “You’re supposed to breathe!” he cracked up.

“How… how am I supposed to know that?!” Taemin demanded.

For once the other’s stupidity didn’t feel as stupid. “How did that feel?” Jonghyun asked, stroking his thumbs over bony knees.

“... wasn’t long enough for me to decide,” a mutter replied.

“Want to go again?”

Taemin frowned in confusion. “Go where--?” he started to ask before the lips were on him again, firmer and more insistent. He noticed more this time around. Their temperature, their softness, the way they slipped against his own mouth like. Like… he tried to compare it to something he knew but this was like nothing else. This was something that couldn’t be compared. So he held onto the strong shoulders and tried kissing back.

When Jonghyun hummed, the sound reverberated against Taemin’s cheek. He gasped once more, for more than breath this time, fingers tightening on the other’s shirt, brows knitting together, eyes squeezed shut, tongue--

The circle of Jonghyun’s arms grew tighter, bringing them closer together. He was filled with an odd sense of validation, of being complete and on the verge of unbelievable happiness. And the closer he pressed Taemin to himself, the larger the feeling became.

When they parted a second time, Taemin felt shaky. “I… I should--” he stood and fell back into his seat, knees weak and thighs trembling. He looked at the other with some shock, some fright, some confusion at the intensity of his feelings. “I’m going home,” he announced when his legs were working again, finding his phone on a table and dashing for the door.

He didn’t stop when the other protested, didn’t stop when he slipped on the stairs, didn’t stop for the traffic signals or the angry ahjussis pushing carts. He ran like there was no tomorrow, like there was a monster coming to swallow him whole if he didn’t get far away soon enough. He raced and wound through the streets, arriving at his parents’ home out of breath and maybe even a little out of his mind.

When his father let him in and asked him what he was doing back so soon, he pushed his way through and locked himself in his room. Sitting with his back to the door, hearing his chest pound in his head, feeling his breath rasp at the ends, he ignored his mother’s concerned knocking and stayed hidden.

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The curriculum changed every few years, but when Taemin was a child schools would spend a few minutes every week instructing their students about soulmates. Some found each other as babies, their teacher had explained. Some didn’t meet until they were well into their seventies. Some had soulmates across the border while others were destined for someone on the other side of the world. It was a convoluted system that governments often debated on and countries frequently clashed over. But it always found someone for someone else--that was the guarantee people usually lived with. In this massive world filled with people and problems and prejudice, no one was ever alone.

Growing up, Taemin was used to constantly seeing people around him head to a Soulmate Depot hand in hand with strangers, or suddenly announce wedding dates. It was common for friends to stop seeing old friends, for families to be halved, for people to move across the country or even for children to be sent off to someone else’s home when their timers ran out. In the army too, he’d often hear snatches of gossip when a fellow private abruptly disappeared overnight or had to be reassigned public service positions closer to civilian sectors. Countrywide, the Ministry of Emotional Health monitored its citizens’ timers, their connections, and--it claimed--all their unique situations. Everything was controlled with an iron fist, ensuring citizens’ basic rights weren’t violated and any separations were managed quietly, without fuss or media attention. And Taemin... he’d been conditioned, over the years, to accept it all as a natural course of life. A mundane theme from his everyday. Everyone must have a soulmate, everyone must register, and everyone must try to make it work.

It was only when his best friend moved to another country and his brother brought home a bride overnight that he understood the weight, the implication of it all.

Meeting a soulmate in this sterile system, an act celebrated in media and spoken of avidly on morning talk shows--Taemin had come to expect it. What he hadn’t expected was how different the experience would be from his calculations. He’d always thought he would meet a city girl, like his hyung. That they would go on dates for a few months before marrying and settling down, living together, working together, spending the rest of their lives together like all the advertisements on TV. He’d resigned himself to something like that.

Someone like Jonghyun was not in his plans at all.

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Over the next few days, they lived as they always had until the pain returned with a vengeance. Jonghyun tried to give the other space, tried to leave him alone. Remembering how Taemin had scampered away, he tried not to be too eager or pushy, that would only scare the guy into staying away. But the pain left him feeling as empty as his large apartment. He lay in bed sad and alone one evening, eyes on his phone, hoping for a call or a text. Anything.

In his place, Taemin distracted himself once more with games and food and drinks. He stayed in his room, watched old anime shows he’d already watched years ago, turned a blind eye to the pulsing in his rib cage. Maybe if I stay in once place the feeling will go away, he convinced himself while his health worsened. Yeah, maybe if I do other shit I won’t think about it anymore. He told himself to forget the way Jonghyun’s hands had held him, the way his breath had been warm and his tongue quick. He told himself to forget all of that--but the more he tried, the more space the memory took up in his mind.

He tried whatever he could to not think about the way his stomach turned every time his phone screen lit up with a message and it wasn’t Jonghyun. Eventually, he buried the thing under the mattress, out of sight. He pressed his hands to his ears when his mother asked him why he wasn’t going back, why he was making himself suffer. He yelled and threw a tantrum when his father reprimanded him with a “if you’re not going back, at least look for a job!”

Everything was agonizing. Everyone was an enemy. Finding himself a few blankets, he built a cocoon for his weakened body like it would protect him from the rest of the world. But when his breath shortened and his head began to split, his family couldn’t ignore him anymore.

It was finally Taesun and his annoyance that pulled him out of a pile on the floor and dragged him to their car. “You’re worrying everyone,” he scolded. “We can’t have you sitting at home acting like this. It’s making us feel on edge all the time!” He found Taemin’s phone, fought his brother away to look through the contacts and made a call.

Jonghyun pounced when he saw the number. “Taemin?! Is that you?! Where are you? Do you need me to come get you again--?!”

“Jonghyun ssi,” Taesun stopped him with a chuckle. “This is his brother.”

“Wh-why are you… is he OK? What happened?!”

“He’s with me. I’m bringing him over. He’s uhh--” he looked over at Taemin twitching in the passenger seat. “Look, I apologize for such short notice. Would it be OK if I leave him with you? It only has to be for a few days. You know. Until you two… get used to all this?”

Jonghyun blinked. “Uhh… s-sure? If he’s OK with it?”

“Well, he’s an idiot so,” Taesun laughed a little as he drove them through the narrow streets.

“He’s my idiot now,” Jonghyun murmured, getting out of bed with a groan, taking the support of walls and furniture to maneuver through the apartment.

Taesun smiled at that. “You seem like a good person. I’m not worried anymore. We’ll be there shortly,” he advised. “If you’re going through what he’s going through, please be safe until we get there.”

By the time Jonghyun made it downstairs and negotiated the lobby to arrive at the glass doors leading out, he was a sweaty shivering mess.

Parking nearby, Taesun lugged his as-good-as-comatose brother along until he saw the man sitting outside his building. “He’s all yours,” he handed the kid over when they were within earshot. “Aigoo, this kid… stubborn like you won’t believe!”

Taemin, having spent the whole drive whimpering and scratching at his arms, reached out weakly when he saw Jonghyun, his consciousness slipping away under his pain. But as soon as he was pulled into the other’s arms, he gave a long moan of relief as he clutched desperately and tried to climb onto the man like a child.

“It’s OK,” Jonghyun hushed. “You’re here now, it’s going to be OK.” He noticed the bag. “Are those his things?”

“Ah… yeah, clothes and some other stuff,” Taesun handed it over. “Please. If you need anything at all, just give me a call. Take care of each other,” he waved a hand with concern, hesitant to leave.

Jonghyun nodded and tried to wave back, walking them in and towards the elevator. He felt his strength returned little by little, felt his senses clear the longer he held Taemin in his arms. “You’re OK now,” he murmured. “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”

Taemin shivered, burrowing into the other’s neck. “Yeah...” he managed, his mind still not entirely whole. When he heard the sound of an excited dog in the distance it only made him hold on tighter.

Jonghyun, feeling the strain of carrying the other all the way in, finally sat him down on the sofa and crouched before him like he had only days ago. “Do you need anything?” he asked. “Anything at all? Food, water…?” But his questions fell on deaf ears. The exhaustion of their time apart and the comfort of their meeting had clearly taken a heavy toll on the other. His head lolled forward as he started to fall asleep.

Taemin felt a pair of lips press against his forehead before his mind took him away.

When he awoke, he was alone, in a strange room on a strange sofa… no. Bed. He sat up in confusion. “What the…?” he began before a very adorable and very familiar doggy jumped onto him.

“Oh! Roo!” he grinned, gathering her into his arms. “Hello~” he carried her out of the room, following the smell of food. “Hmm, looks like your appa’s cooking us something nice? Isn’t he? Isn’t he, you cute little baby? Isn’t--?”

Jonghyun turned to look at him with eyebrows raised. “You like sausages?” he asked.

Taemin blinked. “Will you cut them like octopuses?” he asked, leaning against something as his giddiness still came and went in waves. “Eomma always cuts them like that for me…”

“Are you twelve?” Jonghyun ridiculed, but did as he was requested. “Your hyung seems nice,” he commented as he worked. “Poor guy looked so stressed. You’re a real troublemaker in your house, aren’t you?”

“No…!” Taemin protested, letting Roo run off and making his way to the fridge. “I just. Have a strong personality, OK?”

“Let me guess,” Jonghyun chuckled, holding the bowl of rice and sausages out to the other. “That’s something your eomma says, isn’t it?”

There was no more exchanged between them. Taemin’s appetite kicked the door in hard. He finished his bowl, took seconds and even thirds. Then he washed it all down with a bottle of juice, found yogurt and cut fruit in the fridge. Jonghyun made the mistake of leaving him alone while he showered, and when he returned all the boiled eggs and baby carrots and cheese slices were gone.

“Can we order pizza?” Taemin asked, still sitting on the floor in front of an ajar and now sad-looking fridge.

“What the fuck?!” Jonghyun balked at his raided pantry. “You even ate all the side dishes my eomma sent last week!”

“I… I was hungry!” Taemin defended.

“You ate what would’ve lasted me a month!”

“I told you I was hungry! Why don’t you pay attention? Why don’t you listen when I’m talking Why don’t you--?!” Taemin’s stomach grumbled and he clutched at it. “Ugghh so hungry…” he whined.

Jonghyun held his head in his hands.

Some time later, with a slice of pizza in one hand and his phone in the other, Taemin lounged on the living room floor as he chuckled along to stupid memes online. He entertained himself like this for a while until he noticed his host fuming at him.

“W-what?” he asked self-consciously.

“Put your phone away,” Jonghyun ordered, an edge to his voice, his face only softening when Taemin did as he was told. “Now. We’re going to spend some quality time together. And we’re going to learn to live with each other.” He patted the space next to him on the sofa. “Come here. Let’s watch a movie together. Then we’ll go out. Someplace warm. Like a cafe, OK?” he offered.

Taemin nodded slowly. “O-OK.”

#jongtae #long fic #shinee

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firestarinavatar · 4 years ago

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chapyef 3 the car atack

living maken: KACHOW!!!!! MWAHAAAHAHAAHAAAAAAA

litting mcquen had a threting lock in his eys. firestar dident like it. then he eARTHBENDED and shot playstation into the sky!!!!!! ther was a big explosion in the distans.

azula: WAAAHHH NO PLAYTATION …….. you wil PAY for this!!!!!!!!!

azula shot blue fire at him but lighni queen dogged it. it turned into a big fight like th agni kei. azula had ters in her eys and lihing makwn locked so evil……..firestart mae fire go out of his hands but it wasent enough…….everyone in the blue fire troop was helping but they coudnt do anything….until….

mater: FUCK YOU LIGHNIG MAQENN

mater came and huge buff beeffy muscley arms brock out of him. he punched that car bitch away and then toke some time to relfect……..

mater: oh mcquen you were my greatest friend...why did you have to go down the evil apth……….WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

azula: can i see paysraton? i just want to know if it still aliv

mater: yes….

*dust in the wind starts playing….*

everyo waked over to playstaton, who was in a big crater. azula picked it up an it whimpered. it gav its final bret as she depsretly tryed to make it still alive, but it dident work….playstation...was DEAD….

azula: no…..NO…..

gary: we hav lost a valuale member of the troop taday……

saltydkdan: cant believe its dwad…….

tony the tiger: *sad* Flake…….

azula: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WILL MAKE A REVIVAL POITON AND PLAYSATION WILL BE DALIVE AGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mater: im afrad that aint posible…….unless you contact the king of protons but im a fraid that they just ant real…….

azula: GRRRRR IM SO MAD AND SAD. IM SMAD AUGHHHHHHHH *starts crying* wen i see that kachow piece of shit jerk bitchass dick it is on SIGHT

firestar: they ar in starclan now…..its a better place…..

gingerbraav: starclan?

gary: gingy dont make fun of pepol for there religions

firestar: ill explain it…...starclan is a very nice place in the stars were people go when thay die…….its beter than earth in my opnion

azula: *wimpering* wel i know death is better than being alive……...dos anyone have any sizers……

gingerbrave: here

gingerbrave gaved her sizers

azula: ok good…..i will use it to sudoku myself

firestar: NO WAIT!!!!!!!! IF YOU DO THAT THE STORY WILL END!!!!!!!!!!!1

azula: ok fine

azula toke out her topnot and cute her hair

azula: there. is that beter?

mater: yeah becas now its eazier for pepl to draw our hair now in fanart for the sotry

azula: ok…..

gary: lets bary playstation now shal we?

everyone: ok

when they went to bary playstaton firestar swore he saw a smile on cole spots face…...it made him scared. they baried playsation in a grave and had a funeral and everytning. it was so sad and the gravston sad this:

playstation

????-2020

“BORF BORF”

azula: thanks for saving ore ases like that….you mite be the fist one in the group to not bend

mater: no thanks. im a lone woof. goodbye

matter drove away, his muscly arms going back into him

firestar: bye……...WAIT AZULA WHY IS your NOSE BLEED CYAN???????

azula locked at her nose bleed. it was im fact cyan

azula: oh….you noticed….i dident ever want to tel this to anyone but here it goes….

gary blocked gigerbraves ears.

azula: when i was a kid my dad injected me with a bunk of syringe…..to make me stroger. and thats why my blood is like that. becas it turned like that after he put a fluid in me.

saltydkdan: sadest shit i ever heard

firestar: oh no……..

gary: i told you befour we can try to revers it with one of my machines……i can put it intow your blodsteam and itll float aroud at make it turn red again

azula: i dont want you to. i deserve it………..

azula wiped away her nose bleed, ters still falling from her eye. everyone else got into the shitmobile and drove of. fiesta had a naging thot in his mind….he had t tell azula

firestar: *wispering* dont tell him but i think cool spot has a bad vibe to him………...i saw him smiling at the graveard

azula: how can i trust you…..?

firestar: vecas im in a profacy with you……..and i think thet cool spot is the red sircel in the proface

azula: well ok but ill only boot him out if i see him do anyting supicous

firestar: ok

firestar went back nut her thought he saw cool spot locking at him...as if he knew whait he sad…….

what dos cool spot do to everyon? find out next chapter on……….firestar in AVATAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#suicide tw

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bloo-the-dragon · 7 years ago

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Sparks Origins

I blame @alainaprana for this idea.

Okaaaay so I've been struggling alot with Sparks origins and his parentage. For those who know and have read the previous story with Sparks i had wrote him with a mother named Aura. Unfortunately due to struggles with designing her character and personality (mainly because she was a literal random on the spot character) I decided to rework his backstory a little bit where my sona is the one caring for him.

So while thinking of ideas like, creating him myself or adopting him from an orphanage, I jokingly suggested finding him in the trash and a certain someone thought it would be a good idea, plus i got hit by a wave of inspiration and so here we are.... =w=

Anyways, here is a small origin story for baby Sparks, Enjoy! :’D

It was pretty late by the time Bloo had finished up for the day, and she was more than ready for home.

"Finally all done for the day! Man i thought it would never end!" She sighed heavily as she finishied packing her stuff, stored the art materials back into the cupboard by the desk and made her way out of the building.

"Freeedoom!" she half yelled as she almost ran outside into the cool evening air, arms spread out.

People were probably staring but honestly Bloo couldn't care less. She was just glad to be all done and finished with the coursework and free to do as she pleased for the rest of the week. It was reading week next week, so she had plenty of time to rest and catch up on her other personal projects.

"Ahh sheesh i'm SO glad its all over! At least for a week heh"

Bloo lowered her arms and let out a long sigh. College work was always so boooooring and took so looooong! Ah well at least its all done for now and she could get a nice longish break!

"Welp, best be heading home then"

Bloo stood for a little moment and just breathed in the fresh cool air before shifting the bag on her shoulder slightly and began making her way back home. It wasn't too far to walk, and it was nearly dark but Bloo didn't really mind. Was quite nice for a change. Plus being a weird looking half skeleton half animal thing tended to be enough to make people keep their distance. All she had to do was give a flash of the ol' fangs and BOOM! Any one lookin for trouble would be gone in an instant!

Heh. Ok, maybe not quite, but still least she could still enjoy her fantasies about it. Bloo prefererd to avoid conflict whenever possible, mainly due to the ah.. side effect of her magic if she got riled up too much.

Shape shifting magic seemed to have that weird effect, at least for her.

Hmm... She noticed it was strangly quiet for this time of the day. Then again at this time of the day people would be at home eating dinner she supposed. Bloo huffed and kept walking, her bare feet clacking against the pavement as she continued on further away from the town. The buildings around her were beginning to get more and more downtrodden and graffiti covered, as she headed further away from the town and towards the outskirts that led to the housing areas outside of the town. Bloo frowned and quickened her pace.

She never liked walking through this place.

It was usually pretty busy and loud with all the people and traffic but thankfully it was fairly quiet at the moment. This was what Bloo liked to call the "twilight zone" where all the party goers would either be still getting ready to go out, or have yet to be drunk enough to be out causing havoc on the streets and she wanted to make sure to be long gone before any of that started.

"Alright, almost outta here" Bloo mumbled to herself. The street lights were starting to turn on, and she continued muttering to herself. It was a habit she had for a while now. Guess it was a quirk of being an introvert.

"Will be home in no time! Spaghetti tonight? Mmm! Maybe a movie too? Havn't had much time for movies, will certainly be nice to be able t-"

Waaahhhh!

She stopped.

....what?

W-whaaaah!

Bloo's ears twitched and she turned her head sharply around, towards a small alleyway.

Was that.... crying?

Waaaahhhh!!

Ok what.

WAAAHHH!

Bloo shifted slightly on her feet, uncertain. Sounds of crying from within an alleyway were always cause for concern, and many of her senses were going off.

Something wasn't right...

"Ah uh...."

W-whaah waaah....

Bloo had no idea what to do.... Standing there awkwardly like a doofus probably wasn't helping either.

She strained her ears again. She could still hear the faint sounds of wailing but...

What.... what if it was just some persons kid crying from within one of the houses? Wouldn't be the first time she's had that kind of encounter.

She let out a slightly nervous laugh.

"Ha.. what am i thinking? Course no one would just up and leave a kid in an alley or something thats just stupid! Besides theres laws and everything against that kind of thing anyway. No one would dare to-"

Woudn't they?

Bloo froze just as she had turned away to keep walking as a small voice in the back of her mind spoke up. She groaned.

"Ugh fiiiiine!"

Bloo quickly turned heel and headed quickly into the alley, albeit cautiously. As she headed further in, the faint muffled crying of the child grew louder, and the alarm bells started going off in Bloo's mind.

Ok. Something was definitely not right here.

As she headed further in and turned a corner, Bloo noticed some giant dumpster bins near a dead end. The wails seemed to be coming from there. Bloo froze on the spot as shivers ran up her spine.

Oh...

Oh no...

Someone didn't...

Bloo quickly approached the dumpsters and to her fear, indeed the wailing got louder as she got closer and approached on the the dumpster bins. The smell was awful, and she almost gagged as she reached out a trembling hand and pushed the big lid off of the bin. She peeked inside and all the fur on her head and tail floofed up in anger and shock.

Inside the bin was a tiny unclothed baby skeleton. He was flailing weakly, and was crying his tiny heart out. Underneath him was some dirty blankets which i could only assume has been wrapped around the child before being shifted by his struggling.

Bloo's soul clenched painfully at the sight and she couldn't stop herself from raising a hand to her mouth. The sight of the poor child was enough to bring tears to her eyes. (Not to mention the smell wasn't helping....)

"Ohh... child..." She could barely contain her emotions.

The baby skeleton seemed to have heard her voice as he stopped crying and looked up at the bigger skeleton hybrid with large blue tear filled eyes.

"Wah?" He whimpered slightly and reached out for Bloo with his tiny hands. "W-waaaah!" He wailed again.

Bloo swore her soul shattered on the spot.

"Ohh you poor thing..."

Bloo did not hesitate to reach in and gather the child out from the bin and into her arms. She left the dirty soggy blankets, since they were definitely of no use to contain a tiny child. She immediately shrugged off her bag and undid the zipper of her orange hoodie and awkwardly tugged it off while cradling the tiny skeleton baby in one arm.

The child, fearful of being abandoned again began attempting to weakly cling to Bloo's shirt, and wailed again and began to struggle as she gently pried his tiny hands off of her shirt. Bloo quickly did her best to shush him as he began crying.

"Hey hey hey its ok! I just need to wrap you up in my hoodie, lil guy! Your freezing cold buddy!" Bloo gently soothed, as she rubbed his tiny skull.

The baby sniffled and looked up at her with large teary eyes.

"W-wah?"

“Heh, y-yeah see Your gonna be alright kiddo, i’m not gonna leave you!” She smiled reassuringly at the baby.

He didn't seem to understand what she said, but then that was to be expected. Still, he seemed to calm down at the sound of her voice, and so Bloo was able to carefully wrap her hoodie around his frail little body. The child squirmed a bit before settling and going still. He continued making small gurgling noises, so Bloo knew he was still awake. However, now that he was bundled up safe in her arms, it suddenly dawned on Bloo exactly what had just happened.

Someone had abandoned this child

Someone had literally dumped them in a trash bin.

Someone had left this child to die.

Bloo was... furious.

More than furious in fact. She was practically enraged.

How could... why.. how... how could someone DO this??

As she stood there seething and thinking about ways in how she could track down the awful goodfornothings who dared to do this to such a tiny innocent baby, said baby suddenly started coughing quite violently snapping Bloo out of her dark thoughts. She looked down at the child worriedly, all anger quickly dissipating in fear for the child's well being.

That’s... not good.

The baby coughed a few times before looking back up at Bloo with those those dark blue eyes. They were a little hard to see against the dark sockets, but she could just about see the tremors in the eye lights, the obvious signs of soul deficiency issues.

Ohh that’s really not good...

"We need to get you to a doctor kiddo" Bloo said shakily. The adrenaline from her recent burst of anger plus the shock of her discovery had died down just a little, enough to make her entire body tremble. She shifted her hold on the child, picked up her bag and began walking quickly out of the alley, and then breaking out into a slight jog as she continued her way back home.

Through the swirling mass of emotions she was feeling right now, the instense anger and the worry, as Bloo jogged all the way back home with the coughing sickly child cradled in her arms, she slowly came to realise this child had no home. No one to take care of him, no one to feed him, or clothe him or to be his parent, and honestly? She didn’t think she could bring herself to take him to an orphanage.

Not after that.

Not after what she had just seen.

Bloo wasn't sure if she would even be able to take on that role herself. Heck she already had so many other things to worry about! So many other life things, like her course... How would she be able to care for a tiny baby, who looked like practically a newborn and keep up on her coursework?

It was a difficult choice...

But there was no way she was ever going to risk someone doing this to the child again. Bloo was determined to give this child a loving home.

Even if she had to make sacrifices for it.

She looked down at the small child. His coughing fit had died down a little, and he was currently still staring up at her. Bloo noticed he had faint light blue freckles on the bridge of his nose(hole) and had orange markings on his eye sockets.

She smiled at him. "Don't worry kiddo, i'll take care of you". The child blinked and let out a small baby noise as he reached out another hand towards Bloo. Her smile widened at the adorable sight and she let him grasp a hold of one of her fingers. The child giggled softly - a sound that melted her already shattered heart - as he tugged and chewed playfully on the finger with a toothless mouth.

"Hehe, gonna have to give you a name little guy. Hmm.. How does Sparks sound?"

The child only nommed on her finger even more with a happy look on his tiny face. Bloo laughed.

"Sparks it is then! You certanly are quite a fiesty little thing arn't you? I think its a good fit!" She grinned as she slowed her pace slightly.

"Bah!" The newly named Sparks suddenly flung his little arms out with small giggle, that quickly dissolved into more coughing, and the smile on Bloo’s face shifted into a worried frown.

"Oh dear... don't worry i'm gonna get you to a doctor as soon as we get home. We're almost there, just hang in there ok?"

Bloo knew the child had no idea what she was saying, and if she was honest it was also a kind of comfort thing for herself as well as the newly dubbed Sparks. She was legit terrified that the child wasn't going to make it, especially now that she was aware his soul was in poor condition going by the state of his eye lights. She quickened her pace, and tightened her hold on the coughing child slightly. Bloo's eye lights narrowed slightly.

She was determined to not let him die.

She growled slightly. And whosoever had abandoned this child and left him to die in a rotten stinking dumpster bin in the back of an alley had better hope they never cross paths with her, lest they want to keep all their limbs attached to their worthless body.

#Bloo's Writing #maaan i felt so awful suggesting that joke idea and now its canon for Sparks #ALAINA YOUR A BAD INFLUENCE!#Nah i'm kidding this idea was actually a fun concept to play with #not so fun for tiny Sparks though #sorry kiddo. ;w;#myocs #worldview #worldview fanfic #fanfic #skelesona #persona #Sparks

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*After Thor & Before Avengers Story* ☆Chapter 1☆ "I could have done it, Father. I could have done it. For you. For all of us!" Loki cried. "No Loki." was the reply he got from Odin. Loki immediately shut his mouth. It dawn to him that there is no point anymore. It is useless. Shattered and heartbroken, Loki knew there was no point in staying and holding on so he let himself fall into the wormhole. He is so full of sadness and grief that he could not even hear Thor screamed his name. Loki just stared at Odin while falling all the while realisilng that Odin showed no compassion. Not a scream. Not a movement. No action at all. No thoughts about saving him. Odin remained still and expressionless. 'Then it's true. He does'nt care about me at all.' thought Loki. Loki is pulled all the way into the wormhole. He saw it closing above him and Loki close his eyes in relief. He kept on falling and falling. He does not care where he is going as long as it is anywhere but Asgard. He was prepared to die or be lost in space alone in his miserable life for eternity. Loki is still dwelling in his thoughts when he unexpectedly crash landed hard which force him out of his despair state. "Owww. Uggh hhhh.. wha what where am I? " Loki groggily said as he slowly sit up trying to take in his surroundings. It was all dark menancing looking rocks. "This is definitely not Valhalla."Loki said to himself. "You've come a long way from home Jotunheimian." a deep mysterious villainous voice said. Loki was startled and he quickly turned around. No one was there. "Who..who are you?" Loki asked. "Your ally. If you would regard me so. I sense that you arrived here after a great struggle. You need time to sort things out. I can help you. I can help you discover your true potential" the voice replied. "If I refuse?" Loki questioned still looking around. The voice seem to come from everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. "Good luck having a life alone for all eternity with no love from anyone. As far as everyone thinks, you are already dead." the voice coolly replied. "They are already dead to me. What difference does it make? Besides there is someone who can see where I am now. He guards my realm. As much as I hate to return, I can always go back home." Loki replied sarcastically. "Your Heimdall may have great power but this is beyond him. He cannot see you now while your here in my realm. You also found ways to conceal yourself from him many a times already. Your secret exits don't work from here in case you have plans escaping. I control all here" said the voice. "I have magic. I can always outdo you." Loki shot back. "You tresspass into my home and now you plan to overthrow me? Such intense indeed. You could be useful afterall."the voice said considering. "What do you want from me?" Loki asked. "What I said before. Your ally. I see you are deeply hurt, sad, grief and confuse. You always yearn for approval but is never granted. A second class in the eyes of your Father. Overshadowed by your Brother. A mischievious boy to all. " the voice said. "Enough!!" Loki yelled pain and anger building in his heart. "Silence Asgardian." "Do not refer me as that. I do not wish to associate myself with them...with him anymore." Loki gritted his teeth. "Very well then Jotunheimian. I see you have a lot to offer. I can help you reach your fullest potential and see much more. More than anyone has ever known. Come now, one of my Men will guide you. Your training starts now." Loki took a deep breath in. He hated being control but what he hated most now was Odin. The lies and betrayel. All his life he tried to please the man. What he got in return.... Loki shurgged it off. He will now focus on ahead. At least here is someone who values him. Who believes he is worth a chance. Now Loki can prove to Odin that he is indeed worthwhile even more than his own son, Thor. Loki heard footsteps amd glanced up to see a hooded creature staring at him. "Follow me God of Mischief, Lies and Trickery. Master of Illusions and Magic." it said creepily. Loki smiled. At least here, he is appreciated. ☆Chapter 2☆ "Show me what you can do." the creepy hooded guy said. Loki began to create multiple illusions of himself. Loki also created other forms of illusions. He even showed other forms of magic he could do. Even though they were impressive, the hooded guy remained unmoved. "Your illusions need work. We need to make them more solid and real. We will work on them. I will teach you other spells and enchantments to boost your skills. We will work on your combat training too. Asgard trained you well but we are better." the Hooded guy said. Loki rolled his eyes. It still stings to hear Asgard but at least here he is learning much more things. Hours turn into days. Days turned into months. Months turn into years. Loki excell in his trainings even though it was never easy. He mastered in the Art of Dark Magic and Spells. His powers grew stronger. He learnt to harness energies and power sources. He visited worlds he never knew about for his trainings. One of them was The Dark World. Loki saw Malekith and his minions in their cacoons and told by the Master that they will rise soon. Loki was trained how to defeat them and use their weapons. Aside from that, Loki now knew how to deceive people better. His mind became more cunning and deceiving. He also finally knew how to combat better. He even drank the potion of death to ensure he won't be affected by it. What is better is that he receive war and battle training. He had learnt of his Master's plan and was extremely interested in it. The Master had explained it to him. He wishes to gather all 6 Infinity Stones so he can be powerful enough to wage his dream for Infinity War on all Worlds. To emerge victorious as ruler of them all. Loki will be hugely rewarded and will get to rule Asgard as its legitimate ruler. Out of those 6, 2 of them are the Tessaract and the Ether. The Master said one of them is close to being discovered. Loki never wanted the throne. He only merely wanted to be his brother's equal. He was never power hungry. He only wanted fairness and approval. However, knowing he was lied to and denied of his actual birthright made him extremely piss off thus his sights were the throne as payback to Odin and to prove to Thor that he is just as good or even better. ☆Chapter 3☆ "Jotunheimian. Before we send you on the mission we have in mind, we would like to show you something." the Master's voice said. "Yes Master?" Loki asked puzzled. "Follow the light. It will guide you and it will answer questions that still remain in your mind." the Master monotoneously said. Loki was pulled into the light. What he saw next changed his life drastically. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Waaaaa waaaahhh waaahhh" the sound of a baby crying. "Sssshhh. Hush now my Baby. Be still now don't cry. Sleep while dream of good dreams. I'm sorry my son I have nothing left to give but there's a chance that you may live. I pray we meet again. I love you my Son." the Woman sang to her son softly before kissing him as she put him in a basket. The baby slept. Laufey staggered into the room. " My Dear, they are coming! You need to leave now. You need to escape Now!" Laufey cried. He was severely injured. Crash and running sounds are heard from a distance. " No!" "Leave it!! You are worth much more!" "He's our Son, Laufey! He is sick. I would never abandon him!" "He is deformed! He's never going to make it. Abandon it!" "I know you don't care for our son Laufey but I do." "I ..I ..a deformed son. I love our son but I cannot accept a deformed son. We would be the laughing stock." "Tell me Laufey. Why are they attacking us? What did we ever do? We did nothing wrong. We just need a new place to live. The Women are dying. Our place is dying." "I'm Sorry, my Dear" Laufey said. The main place door to the throne room was busted open. Odin stormed in. Laufey looked at his wife with tears in his eyes. She held his face with her hands. "I have to go. Stay safe. If I die, we will still be together." "I love you Laufey."she said and kissed him. "You are my strength. I love you more Leandra." Laufey went to the nursery front door leading to the throne room to face Odin. "Allfather. This has gone far enough." "Not until you learn your lesson Laufey." Odin cried before advancing towards him. They fought. Laufey was about to lose. Odin would kill him. Leandra saw this from the nursery room. So she did the only thing she could do. She run throw herself to shield her husband as Odin gave the death blow. The beam from the scepter hit her heart. "Aaaahhhhh!!!" "Leandra!!!!" Laufey yelled in suprise and hurt. He tried his best to get towards her but was stop by Odin. "Laufey" Leandra said softly before she gave her last breath. "Nooo." Laufey said before glancing up at Odin with eyes of intense hatred. Odin had his sceptre to Laufey's heart. Laufey struggled to move. "Waahh waahh" cried the baby. Odin glanced towards the sound and followed it. "NOOOOOO!!!" Laufey yelled. Odin came out with Laufey's baby in his arms. "Consider this an act of diplomacy. This child shall remain with me where he shall learn to be good and not get corrupted by you. Farewell Laufey." Odin turned and left. Laufey was left to struggle with his wounds alone long before help came. All this while he lay with his decease wife, crying. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Teaes form in Loki's eyes as he watched this. It's been long time since he cried. The likes of his birth mother were exactly the same with Frigga. Loki would not admit but he missed her greatly. He instantly regretted killing Laufey. He's hatred for Odin reached the maximum level. Loki then said "Let me see her." Loki was brought to Jotunheim Cemetery. He knelt his his mother's grave and stayed that way for a while fighting back tears. He magically conjured up a red rose and place it on her grave. "Let go home" Loki struggled hard to say. Odin had to pay. ☆Chapter 4☆ One day, Loki was still in training when his Master said "Jotunheimian, one of the stones is on earth and has recently resurface. Go now to observe and when the time is right, strike." "Yes Master" Loki smile deviously, his face bruised and battered. His voice deeper and meaner and his hair was wild. He had changed alot throughout his time there. One, his hair had grown longer something he would not dare do on Asgard. At Asgard, he is suppose to follow the rules and be obediant. The life of a prince especially under the shade of his brother's greatness. But now, he had become more rugged and strong. He had visited worlds that he never knew before, for his trainings. He learnt to adapt in dangerous situations and to think on his feet. Loki felt free. Free from his brother, Thor. Free from needing the approval from Odin. Free from his ownself. He felt independent and completely different person. He especially felt more evil. Loki teletransported his illusion onto Earth down into the the depths of the secured Headquarters of S.H.E.I.L.D. where he felt the strong power of the Tessaract. Being a Frost Giant has its perks. Since the Tessaract was Frost Giant's property that was lost in the last Great War, Loki was able to detect it with ease. "Power Doctor. Maybe unlimited Power." Director Nick Fury said. Loki appeared in the glass surface smiling. "While that's worth a look" he whispered to entrance the Scientist nearby. "Well that's worth a look" the Scientist repeated to Nick Fury. Loki smirked. The Scientist and Nick Fury shook hands and left. Loki followed them to the place where they kept the Tessaract. Lots of Scientists around. Some were trying to study the Tessaract but fail since the it was very reactive. Loki laughed. 'Foolish mortals. You will never be able to learn, understand nor harness that amount of Power' Loki thought to himself. Lokie then transported back and reported it. "You have done well, my Prodigy. Go now. Rest. I'll have word with your mentor. I'll summon you soon. The time has come. Be prepared, my Prodigy." the Master's voice said. "Very well Master." Loki said. ☆Chapter 5☆ "The Tessaract has awaken. It is on a little world. A human world. They would will its power but our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our Force, our Chitauri will follow. The world his. The universe yours. And the humans, what can they do but burn." Loki was handed the scepter by his Mentor and was made to run through the plan. Loki smiled. It was his moment to shine. He used his powers to connect to the Tessaract in order to create a portal. When he felt the connection and see the opening of the portal from his end, Loki step through it. Loki is ready to take on the world and nothing can stop him.

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