#like hiding a pill in your dogs food so the dogs food so they don’t even know whats happening

[juiles]

Hiding it: the aftermath.

Requested: yes

Summary: the aftermath of you not being medicated. the side effects hitting hard on all three of you.

Tags: fluff

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Part 1

When you woke up the next morning, it was to a searing pain in your shoulder and your knuckles. It took a few moments for you to realize where you were and a small moment of panic set in as you felt two pairs of arms wrapped around you gently. You tried to brush them off before gasping out in the shoot of severe pain radiating from your shoulder. A gasp that caused Natasha to shoot up from her sleep.

“Detka?” She asked her hands floating above your body as if not wanting to hurt you more but also wanting to help you in anyway she could. “What are you doing? You’re on bedrest from your shoulder injury.”

“I-I-I don’t know…” You muttered looking at the redhead confused. “You… you don’t like me… why am I in your bed?” Your question must have hurt Natasha because the flash of pure anguish in her eyes was noticed.

“Detka… we talked last night… you-you… what is happening?” Natasha asked, a look of pure confusion on her face. “Is this a side effect of your meds?”

Your eyes widened as flashes of last night came to you. “Oh fuck…” You muttered chewing on your lip. “You guys know…”

“We do but like we said last night darling, this doesn’t change how we feel about you. But we still have so much to make up to you for the last few days. We acted disgustingly.” You heard with the lilt of a soft sokovian accent, making you turn your head to face a sleepy looking Wanda. “Darling lay back down and I will go make your breakfast to take your meds with. Alright?”

You took a deep breath and looked down at your hands, more flashes of the previous night coming to you. “I didn’t hurt either of you did I?” The immediate response was a round of no’s. “Okay… I… I don’t know how to feel about you two right now… you really hurt me…”

“I know darling but you need to be taken care of and right now the safest place for you is with us so we know you are taking your meds and not stressing your shoulder. As soon as your healed you can go back to your room and never see us again if you want.” Natasha said with a tone of finality that made you nod and settle back down against Wanda. You were too tired to fight them at this moment anyways.

You felt her shift you gently over to be on Natasha as your eyes fluttered slowly. You felt yourself drift off again and before you knew it, Wanda was shaking you awake gently, a tray of food sitting on the bedside table. In her hands were a cup of 4 different pills and a bottle of water. You grimaced and buried yourself further into Natasha who chuckled soflty. “No detka… time to take your meds.”

“I’m to nauseous… I’ll just throw it up…” You muttered, hoping they took that at face value and allowed you to go back to sleep however it seemed to be your unlucky day.

“We did a little research last night darling. You’re nauseous because of withdrawal. You need to take your meds because itll help with it, I promise darling.” Wanda said, sitting on the bed beside you gently. You groaned and sniffled looking up at her with your classic puppy dog eyes that she usually gave into. “Nope. As much as I miss those adorable eyes of yours, you still have to take all these pills.

You groaned and shifted to be sitting more upright and sent a pouty glare at Wanda who smiled softly. Your eyes flittered down towards the small cup of pills as you sifted through them, unsure what the last one was. “Two painkillers, adhd meds and…?” You questioned looking up at the brunette sitting in front of you.

“Cho put you on some antibiotics as well for the infection in one of your cuts on your leg.” You nodded, holding your hand out for her to spill the pills into your open hand. After she did so, you tossed the pills into your open mouth then took the uncapped bottle and took a swig to swallow the pills making a face at the sour taste. You pushed the bottle back into Wandas hand with a small grunt. “Good job baby.”

You rolled your eyes and slouched back down, your body telling you, you had done enough for now. “We should try and shower later honey.” You scoffed with yet another roll of your eyes. You felt a surge of annoyance and anger roll through your body.

“You aren’t my parents. You are barely my girlfriends right now because I don’t know if you know this or not but you treated me like abslute crap the last week. You ignored me and then tried to fucking lecture me.” You said, tears of frustration threatening to roll out of your eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong. We get put into deadly situations everyday and you two snapped at me over something that could have happened to anyone on the team. I’m sorry I’m not perfect enough-“ Your body finally couldn’t hold the sobs in anymore. “You really- fucking hurt me.” You said between sobs.

The two merely pulled you into their arms again and allowed you to sob to let out the emotions. “I hate this… I hate not having control of my fucking emotions…” You mumbled. “This is the worst…”

Wanda hummed, running her fingers through your hair which helped calm you down but also caused you to really settle into the fatigue you suddenly felt again. “Not yet darling… you need to eat something first or you will throw up.” Wanda said, holding out a piece of plain buttered toast. “Eat this then you can go to sleep alright?” You whined looking up at Natasha with your puppy dog eyes again.

“Oh wanda… maybe this one time she can skip it…” The redhead cooed, brushing hair out of your eyes. Wanda scoffed and shook her head.

“No absolutely not. Toast then you can sleep.” The brunette said causing you to pout again, your eyes welling up again. You shook your head looking back at the brunette sniffling. “Im sorry baby but it will help and you know it. Eat the toast then sleep.”

You opened your mouth to show you wanted to be fed. The witch helped you eat the toast before you curled back up into the assassin below you.

It was going to be a hard few days as your body readjusted to the meds but no matter how mean or grumpy you got, Natasha and Wanda took the abuse happily as it meant you were still alive and in their arms.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

In The Soup

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: Jason Lives AU where he and Superboy become friends, despite Bruce's disapproval of Superboy. (ft. Jason's service dog, Gromit)

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Conner Kent, Roxy Leech, Rex Leech

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Conner Kent is Superboy, Good Friend Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Overprotective Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Disabled Characters, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Get Along, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Developing Friendships, Sneaking Around, Disguise, Fluff and Humor, Secret Messages, Hiding in Plain Sight

Chapter Six: Market Stepmommy

Conner waited for Barbara to let him past the security system, and he followed her directions to the kitchen, where Jason scrambled to make their sandwiches. “Hey, Jason?” Conner asked. Jason froze in place, staring up at Conner. “How hard did you fall?”

“Oh, not hard. I have nerve damage. Like today isn’t a bad pain day, but it’s a numbness day,” Jason explained, “It’s funny how a few hits to the head can do a lot to your body in the long run.”

“Sports?” Conner asked.

“Not exactly,” Jason replied as he finished making breakfast. “Gromit, here, buddy. Thanks for the pick me up this morning.” He fed Gromit two slices of bacon and washed his hands. Gromit brushed his face against Jason’s ankle. “I love you too, Gromit.”

“Food smells great,” Conner replied as Jason gave him his plate.

“Thanks… Barbara! Food’s done!” Jason hollered.

“Why are you yelling? Just use the intercom,” Barbara complained as she entered the room. “Hi, Baby Boy, watch out,” Barbara whispered as Gromit walked past her, proudly chewing his treat.

“Oh, Barbara. Conner thought you were my stepmom,” Jason chuckled.

“I would never date Bruce, though… That’d be gross, but I might start telling women at the grocery store that you’re my son. Do you think that works the same way it does for cute babies in sitcoms? How about it, Jason? Do you wanna help me find you a new stepmommy?” Barbara joked.

"I thought you were talking to that computer guy?" Jason asked.

"I can't have a backup plan? Besides, what if you don't like your future stepdad—?"

"Eww, okay. This joke is getting gross. Conner, she isn't my stepmom, she's a friend of the family. We wouldn't know what to do without her. Hey, Barbara, could you get Conner into school with me?" Jason asked as he took three pill bottles from Gromit's backpack. Conner watched as Jason washed his pills down with half a bottle of water.

"Mhm, I'll have him enrolled by Sunday night," Barbara answered.

Conner looked up from his sandwich. "Whoa, you guys were serious? That's—. Wow. Thank you," Conner smiled.

"It was easy. Don't worry about it. Do me a favor and make sure these two get outdoors,” Barbara requested, “And we’ll call it even.” Conner chuckled and nodded.

“Jason, where do you like to hang out?” Conner asked.

“I haven’t been to the museum in a while,” Jason replied, “Oh, and there’s this place called The Sewer, and they play live music sometimes. But it’s only cool at nighttime…” Jason looked at Barbara with wide eyes.

“I’ll watch Gromit while you hit the teen club tonight, but only because he’s great at keeping me company. How about it, Gromit? Do you want to work with Auntie Barbara tonight?” Barbara asked as she scratched under Gromit’s chin.

“Nothing too dangerous,” Jason warned her. Barbara nodded. “Does anybody want another sandwich? I’ve got a bunch of leftover bacon.”

“Please,” Barbara replied. Conner nodded along with her.

After breakfast, Jason let Conner go to his room with him while he got ready to go out. “Thanks for coming over. Are you gonna spend the night after The Sewer or—? Sorry, I haven’t been out and about a whole lot, so I’m excited to have somebody to hang out with—.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. I don’t have anyone normal like you to hang out with, so it’s nice to be able to chill with you,” Conner smiled. Jason threw on one of Bruce’s old beat-up flannels and pulled on his pants. Conner laid back and stretched out on Jason’s bed. “What’s it like living with Bruce Wayne? Is he like your dad or something?”

“Yeah, he is my dad. I love him a lot, but he’s got this weird vendetta against you because he thinks you’re gonna hurt Superman or something,” Jason confessed, “Which is why he can never know you’re Superboy. He’d flip his lid if he knew we were friends.”

Conner turned on his side and grinned at Jason. “So, we’re friends?” Conner asked.

Jason’s cheeks went rosy. “Shut up,” Jason giggled without meaning to. “We can do whatever you want between the museum and The Sewer tonight.”

“What is The Sewer exactly?” Conner questioned.

“It’s a nightclub for teens. After eight, it’s sixteen and up,” Jason replied, “I snuck in once when I was eleven… But I haven’t been able to get in since.”

Conner chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’m not—. Well, I kind of—. I imagined a tinier you in a nightclub moshing with teenagers,” Conner laughed. Jason snickered, and it built into a full-body laugh that left him doubled over.

“Oh, it was terrible,” Jason laughed, “I got tossed around like a ragdoll.” Conner and Jason laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks.

“I would’ve given anything to be a real kid,” Conner mumbled. Jason stopped laughing.

“You are a real kid,” Jason replied. Conner smiled and shook his head.

“I’m a science project being passed off as a kid,” Conner replied, “You don’t have to be nice about it. I know what I am—.”

“Clone or no clone, you’re a regular sixteen-year-old kid to me—. No, you’re better than most sixteen-year-old kids. You’re empathetic. You’re not judgmental. You’re funny. You’re friendly—. I mean—. I’m glad you were made in a lab because that’s what it took for me to get a friend like you,” Jason stated. Conner smiled.

“Thanks, Jason,” Conner whispered, “Hey, do you like fast cars?”

“Do ducks fly south for the winter?” Jason replied. Conner laughed.

“How ‘bout I take you flying on the way home tonight?” Conner suggested.

"Yeah, I'd love it, but my chair—."

"I can carry the chair too. Just fold it up. What do you say?" Conner asked. Jason nodded, his mouth open at the thought of flying. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Barbara knocked on the door. "No curfew tonight. It’s Saturday, and I think the chances of you two getting arrested are slim to none,” Barbara whispered.

Jason’s phone rang. “Oh! Hold on, it’s my dad. Mind if I take this?” Jason asked. Conner shook his head. “Hi, Bruce. Everything okay from abroad?”

“Mhm… I miss you,” Bruce whispered, “I don’t think I’ll be home this week, though… Jason, are you alright with Barbara until I get home?”

“Mhm… Are you gonna—? When are you and Alfred coming home? Do you have any idea?” Jason asked. A loud wind blew on Bruce’s end.

“It’ll be at least a week… Hopefully no more than a month, Jason—.”

“Is it dangerous?” Jason asked. Conner heard Jason’s pulse pick up speed.

“No more than the usual… I love you, Jason,” Bruce whispered.

“I love you too… Bruce? Um… If you’re in trouble—. Can you have Alfred write me or call me if something happens?” Jason asked.

“Uh-huh… Jason, are you alright?” Bruce questioned.

“Yeah… I just—. I’m hanging out with my friend tonight, so I might not answer my phone,” Jason replied.

“Okay… Be good, and feel free to call me if you need something,” Bruce whispered, “I gotta go.”

“Bye, D—. Bye, Bruce,” Jason whispered. He hung up and dropped his phone in his lap. “Okay. Ready to go?” Jason smiled, but there was no hiding his discomfort.

[rhodesrider]

Medication

Sfw 18+! Minors DNI!

CG! Roman R. x Little! Fem Reader

Warnings: Medication Talk, Depression (MDD), Doctors, Effects of pills, talk of sickness, Age regression, Affirmation Names

~

Y/N ran across the house hiding away in the bathroom locking the door panting. She backed away some and soon heard a soft knock on the door.

“Baby. Out this bathroom now.”

She shuddered at his tone whimpering looking at the doorknob jiggle. “Princess I mean it come on out.” She shook her head no, forgetting Roman cant see her and sat on the floor with her knees to her chest starting to cry. “Baby you have to take your medicine.” Roman sighed knocking on the door again.

Little Y/N didn’t wanna take her pills. They make her feel gross and wanna nap all the time. She looked at the door thinking her daddy would tear it down and trying to mentally prepare for it. “Princess. I know you don’t wanna take the meds. But daddy needs you to take em so you feel ok.” She looked up wiping her tears away. “Daddy no medicine pwease…” she whined and cried. It broke his heart. But when it comes to her wellbeing he can't fold. “Princess…”

Y/N didn’t want it. She felt like Roman outta all people should know that, but he just doesn’t get it.

“Princess, I know it’s scary. I know you don’t feel the same when you take em, But daddy needs you to take them.” Roman sighed and he sat down at the door, leaning his head on the door. Hearing the sobbing still, it was eating him up. “Have you been writing in your journal again? So I can give you stickers when you take your pills?” She didn't say a word. “Those my little pony stickers, the puffy ones with glitter. I got some more of those...”

“...I have...”

Roman smiled, she was starting to open up. “Did you use the gel pens too? I know you only use...hmm what was it? Purple and...god buba never has the best memory.” He smiled. In the bathroom, Y/N got closer to the door. “Daddy it's pink.” she said low smiling a bit. “God right, pink. A pretty pastel pink. I try not to forget babygirl. I try not to forget your favorite food, which is...?” he smiled. “Daddy it's your Musubi!” She pouted feeling like he's actually loosing his memory. “Right right, again my bad sweetie. I also try not to forget your favorite show. What was it, it's that blue dog and her friend solving clues around the house-” Soon roman felt his head from a door to some warm legs. He looked up seeing a concerned Y/N. “Daddy do you need my pills?” She asked as she rubbed her eyes and face from the tears stained on them. “I don't think so sweetie, I hope not. But daddy really needs you to take your meds.” She backed a bit for him to get up. “After you take them, I'll make you your favorites and we can pick out some stickers for your journal.” She looked up at him. “And?” He chuckled. “And watch the blues clues movie, again.”

~

She held her blues clues plush tight, she watched Roman’s movements as we took the two pills out from her medication tabs that label the day she needs em. He turned back around with the small cup sitting it down on the table. On the sofa he lifted her some and sat her in his lap, turning on paramount+. “Ok, you ready?” he smiled. She nodded and shed some tears again. “Dont worry baby, you'll get better soon. Just like daddy, remember when I was sick?” She nodded remember the times she stayed in the hospital and ran test because of his leukemia. “It was scary buba...” He nodded. “The doctors help me feel better, and they wanna help you.” He gave a reassuring look and grabbed the cup from the side table he sat in down on. He then grabbed some apple juice in a cup for her to wash it down. “Open.” She wouldn't at first but she then opened her mouth and took them in her mouth. Her face turned twisted from the pills awful taste on her tongue. “It's ok baby here.” he gave her the cup and she started to drink the apple juice gulping it down so the pills can go down as well. Roman saw she finished the cup and she gave it back. “Open again.” She nodded and opened her mouth once more. The pills gone, but for a good measure, “Tongue up.” She did so and no pills were in sight. “Thats my brave girl.”

As he went to go cook her small meal, he glances at her hearing shuffling. 30 mins in and the pills are working, she laid down on the couch. “Baby try to stay up so you can eat.” he asked. She nodded sitting up again yawning and watching tv.

Y/N has major depressive disorder, she had it for a year and Roman was there when she got a diagnosis. She was on watch for a while from incidents and it made it hard for Roman since he had work, especially going to other cities. He would take her with the bloodline to the shows but still he needs to watch her and make sure she's ok. Her MDD made if hard for her to stay in touch with her boyfriend, and opened a lot of wounds. And made her memory a bit bad,But the pills help the best they can and Roman was determined to be there till full health. She writes in a journal how her moods and movements are and Roman keeps track of that with stickers to keep her motivated. Playing like Roman forgets help as well, indicating she has her memory still. When she doesn't like taking her pills she screams and cries and it hurts Roman, so he's very patient with her. He knows the effects of the meds hurt and make her not feel like herself. But they are to help. Roman wants to help.

He finished wrapping the misubi and headed to the couch. He got back in position and sat her back in his lap helping her eat and watching the movie with her. After the food was gone and the movie was over, he got her ready for a nap. “Im

Not tired...” she wanted to fight but she felt a bit numb. “I know I know baby but Daddy is sleepy. I just need some company.” He got in the bed and wrapped her around the cover, she yawned again and soon started to drift to sleep. “I love you baby. You'll get better.” he smiled and cuddled her in for a nap as well.

“Just like daddy did, you'll get better.”

[larcenywrites]

We usually talk about Tony not being fond of animals but... then there's Gerald and the chickens and god knows what else we see in Endgame. So I think that actually Tony would be the kind of person that would be like "I don't like animals, we're not getting a cat" and then you get a cat and now he and the cat are besties.

And one day he just shows up with his alpaca Gerald. And you're like "what is that? I send you to the farmer's market just for some apples and pumpkins, what the heck?". And he's like "uh... his name is Gerald. He was horribly abused and needs a loving home and look, he's so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 I couldn't leave him there, honey 🥺🥺🥺"

And now everytime you send Tony outside to weed your plants you catch him and Gerald munching on some veggies or fruits from the plants you have around the house 😌 we even wakes up early to go feed the chickens (and he's named some of them and everything). He's built like a dozen bird houses and loves watching them birdies. And once he showed up with a kitten inside his pocket and came in pulling it out of his pocket like "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!! It's stinky and has fleas tho, we gotta clean him up 😬 can we name him Kenobi?"

You know that’s actually a good point! Later on when you’re both in all that space and start little projects like a vegetable garden, it may have been your idea to get some yard chickens, which maybe he wasn’t the fondest of the idea at first but fresh eggs are definitely the best and it also gives him more stuff to build 🤔

And now with all these chickens and vegetables and herbs everywhere there’s also rodents… and maybe you’re like “hey, a cat would help! As long as it doesn’t get in the hen house…” and again he’s like “ugh I guess you’re right…” and tbh after it comes up to him with a dead mouse he’s like wow amazing you’re the best cat :0 and maybe he also might want a cat that looked like his mom’s if we wanna hc that she had that fluffy ragdoll 🥺 I still don’t think he’d want like a dog tbh, unless the kids really really really begged for on or if a stray showed up and even though Tony was nervous about it and tried to shoo it away, maybe you secretly fed it 🤫 or maybe it was the kids sneaking scraps of food outside after lunch 😅 but like, he would literally gripe about that stray dog while putting flea medicine on it or hiding a heartworm pill in some treats 😭

And again, it’s not necessarily that he hates animals, he’s just unsure of them and nervous around most of them. But he does have a heart! And definitely a different outlook on all aspects of life in general, so that would play a part. Plus, it gives him something to do, and maybe somehow its more meaningful even than what he did?

And he’ll be so happy when like, the plants he watered and stuff actually live because back when he was much busier he tried to have plants and just couldn’t seem to keep them alive bc he would always forget to water them probably 🥺

[vekoocare]

Dog Medication: Essential Tips and Considerations

Our pets enrich our lives in so many ways that are undefinable and it is our responsibility to ensure that we give them good lives. Ensuring healthy, hygiene and wellbeing – both physical and mental are our most important roles as pet parents and animal guardians. 

While dogs are our best friends and give us their companionship in every walk of our life, taking care of their health is no easy feat. Even though dogs have a trusting nature, it could be tricky to administer medication on dogs. In addition, pet owners should be aware of the right dog medicine for their companions because incorrect dosage and medicines can lead to allergic reactions or even worse health crises. But don’t worry, with extensive experience in animal health care and certified products trusted by animal carers across India, Veko Care is here to make your life easy. 

Read on to learn some tips and considerations you should make when you are considering which dog medicine to purchase in case your dog has a skin infection, hair fall or a fever.

The vet knows best!

If your dog shows signs of skin infection or fever, do not take things in your hands. The first thing you should do is call your veterinarian. Your dog’s vet knows his case history and is definitely the best person to diagnose your pet’s condition and prescribe the medicine that is suitable for it. 

You might find it easier or cost effective to assess the problem on your own and take a call as to which dog medicine to administer but always remember that your dog cannot tell you what he’s going through. So it is best to leave it to the expert! 

Trick or treat! 

Medicines are not pleasant. Especially when it is forced into your mouth. No wonder dogs are fussy when they have to take an oral dog medicine! The easiest way to get your dog to gobble the hair fall medicine or a liver medicine tablet is to disguise the pill as food. Hide the pill in tasty foods like a piece of meat or cheese to eradicate the challenge of giving your dog medicine.

Some dogs can be smart enough to smell the medicine before you can successfully administer it. You can also use pill pockets to wrap medicines in and offer your dog a delectable treat with a medicine hiding inside!

Store medication properly

As an animal pharmaceutical company, we take great care in proper storage of medication and so should you. Proper storage is crucial for maintaining efficacy and safety of medicines. Store medicines in a cool and dry place. Avoid damp areas and direct sunlight as extreme temperatures may melt tablets and moisture may tamper with the ingredients and damage the dog medicine.

Keep medicines where your children or animals cannot reach them. In case of accidental ingestion or contamination with sensitive areas like eyes, nose or mouth, consult a healthcare professional immediately. Be mindful of expiration dates and discard expired products safely.

Regular check-ups are a must

Just like for humans, our pets should have regular vet visits for a clean bill of health. Dogs are experts at hiding health issues. Your canine companion might be doing perfectly well and you never know that he might be hiding a skin infection underneath his fur. Visiting the clinic at least twice a year is a must even if your dog is healthy. Your vet might suggest supplements and fur care practices and other hygienic recommendations to maintain good bones and gut health. 

The variety and considerations while giving dogs medicine can be a complex area to navigate but with the right knowledge and approach, you can take the correct actions that make a difference in your dog’s wellbeing. Your furry companion relies on you completely when they are not doing so well. And they deserve the best quality dog medicine.

That’s why you should choose Veko Care – India’s trusted animal healthcare company. We are certified providers of dog medicine and we care for all your pet’s needs. From hairfall medicine for dogs to fever, skin infection and other canine health issues, we cover a range of medicine products. Veko Care is your loyal partner when it comes to animal well being and you can depend on us to be as faithful as your dog!

[nkhrchuwuya]

patiently

bungou stray dogs | G | 546 words nakahara chuuya x reader/OC

sometimes you get grumpy at chuuya while you’re sick, but he never turns his back on you.

the sniffles quickly turn into an unrelenting fever.

god knows what kind of bug you’ve caught, but you’re sure as hell not letting chuuya 1.) know 2.) catch it. so in a last bid of survival, you call the front desk and ask for a bunch of anti-fever pills, two litres of apply juice (for comfort), and the 10-pack of cupped soup. the lady on the other end of the line asks if they’ll charge it to chuuya’s card, and, half-delirious, you say yes.

the next thing you know he is calling.

“do ya have a fever?”

“no.” (you sound miserable.) “aren’t you on a mission?”

“i swapped with someone.” a beat. “it’s just surveillance, don’t mind it. why didn’t ya tell me ya were sick?”

“and?” you’re grumpy from the fever. you just want to sleep, not get scolded. “it’s not like you’ll come home..” silence. “look—i’m sorry for charging it to your card. and—i’ll be fine in a day.”

“no you will—”

“goodnight, chuuya!” (it is 1:00pm.)

click.

you really don’t want to argue. he doesn’t call or text. you pull your blanket up from the floor and go to bed.

-

delirious; your order arrives; meds get taken; dinner somehow happens, soup in a bowl. the penthouse is cold. your bed is warm. suddenly it is 9pm. you look at your phone and find no missed calls, no new texts. somehow your heart breaks even if you’ve done it to yourself. you curl around a cool pillow, and sleep.

-

by the time chuuya gets home it is 5:00 am.

the sun is still hiding but the sky is already turning brighter. he’ll have the morning to himself to rest, but he’ll have to report in the afternoon.

for now he’s got a job to do.

off comes his work clothes as he slips into casual wear. he’s bathed and dressed by 5:30. when he comes out of the bathroom, you look up at him blearily from the bed and he approaches to kiss you on the forehead. you have the audacity to swat him.

“you’ll catch it!”

“i won’t, i’m healthier than you.”

you put your tongue out at him even if he’s right and he exits the room. when he comes back, it’s with the sweet aroma of breakfast.

on two floating trays comes a pair of delicious japanese breakfast meals—grilled fish, rice, miso soup, and the imperfect yet endearing slices of the tamagoyaki you had painstakingly made him learn to make.

“you shouldn’t have.”

“and go hungry? no thanks.”

you chew the salmon slowly as chuuya (leisurely) scarfs down his own food. when the effort of eating becomes too much, you lean your head against his shoulder and chuuya takes the hand you’ve got resting on your thigh into his.

“sorry for cutting you off.”

“you were lucky i really was homebound today.”

you snort. “i would’ve managed without you.”

“sure you would,” chuuya says with a roll of his eyes, but he looks on at you so tenderly anyway. he knows you can. “but i’d rather be here by your side. and you?”

he takes your hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles. there’s no resisting him like this.

“yeah… i like this better too.”

[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

Can you do tfp ratchet bulkhead and Starscream human s/o with POTS(or just a chronic illness if that is to specific)crying because they’re tired of family and doctors telling what is and isn’t wrong with their body and giving them unhelpful advice.

I’m sorry if this is too much but I’m going through this right now and I really just need some comfort. It’s cool if you don’t feel like doing this one though.

The Bots with a S/0 that has POTS

Notes: I'd love to do it for you! And homie if you ever need a hug. I got you. I can understand how difficult things like this can be so if you ever just wanna talk even if its a hello how are you. I'd be happy to talk to you. Also have a hard time writing Starscream I never know why

Characters: Bulkhead, Ratchet, Starscream

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⊷⊶⊷⊶Bulkhead⊷⊶⊷⊶

Doesnt exactly understand POTS no matter how much you explain it to him

He knows though, if you go up. Theres a possibly of you going down hard

He's a sweet soul so he's always asking how your day was

And some days. Its just bad

Some days when he picks you up he can already hear the arguing before you even get out the house

"Take your meds!"

"They don't work!"

"Be reasonable Y/n!"

"They don't work!"

Bulkhead even knows they dont work. And you're brusing easier.

So what does he do to try and cheer you up?

"Hey why don't me make your bruisies into drawings! Miko does that with my battle scars!"

It makes you feel happy that someones actually trying to make you feel better

He acts like you dont even have anything wrong with you

Well he accomidates the best he can. Like sticking his foot out when you start to fall over to atleast catch yourself on something

Miko recommended him they should tucktape pillows to his peds

You called him crying just wanting him to pick you up after a mentally abusing day

You're doctors are trying to put you on a Home IV and you heard your parents talk about simply just admitting you to the hopsital

Bulkhead gladly picked you up and you dont wanna talk about it

Okay thats fine

"Oh! Miko picked up your favorite! Its in my glove box!"

Chinese hot dog buns with a bottle of water. Full of salt. And a great comfort food for you

Two in one

Especially when you've been crying alot

"Are you gonna stop being friends with me if my family puts me in the hospital?"

"What? Why would you think that?"

"People dont like being friends with problem people..."

"Ah! That's a bunch of scrap." He defended, "You're awesome!"

He's text book defenition of emotional support

He checks up on you regularly as you often take naps

Knows your whole medication list by the dinosaur stickers you label them with and your whole when you gotta take what

He helps you decorate your medicane bottles, makes them less intimidating some times

You actually draw little deerpy bulkheads on your medicane caps now

When you have to go get refills he'll drive you and the pharmacist thinks the bottle Decor is cute

Calls you a good influence to the little kids who get scared of medication

Its all thanks to Bulkhead really: he's there for you

⊷⊷⊶⊷Ratchet⊶⊷⊶⊷

Actually

He had to find out himself, or more of force it out of you.

All the brusies and the suddenly going pale. He knows your secretly taking pills too

He doesnt exactly know what your doing

But he knows you're hiding something

"What are you taking?"

"What? Nothing." Y/n spoke dry swallowing the pills as quick as Y/n could, no one had to know.

"What are you taking."

"Nothing Ratchet."

"Y/n."

Y/n eyes rolled, "its medicane."

"Are you sick?"

Y/n looked at him and nodded shortly, "in a way yeah"

And thats how he learns about you having POTS

He ask how your doing physically and not much about you mentally

He tends to stay away from connection in general due to the past but with you he wants to be invested but doesn't completely at the same time.

But once you call him real late at night crying he's emotionally invested.

He's a doctor yeah but knows squat shit about human bodies, so it's more of you see Ratchet as a "friend" (yeah right your invested) than a doctor

"They wanna put me on a home iv." Y/n told him, all curled up in his passenger seat, "I already know it won't work. I've tried it before."

"Perhaps diffrent Medication?" Ratchet suggested.

Y/n shrugged, "I...I'm tired of med's Ratchet."

"I know." He spoke, "Are they giving you any other options?"

"Service Animal. More Meds or an IV." Y/n told him, "Dad just wants to leave me at a hospital."

Ratchet's in silence, he sitting in thought, "Perhaps that's for the best. Perhaps not a hospital. But to leave."

"You mean like take a break from my family?" Y/n questioned, "I guess..."

So Ratchet let you room with him for a few days.

Its kept secret.

You're very happy that you're not as bad as you usually are. And was happy to see Stress was making your dizzy spells worse and more frequent.

Luckily you're relaxed with Ratchet and he asked genuine questions about what your illness truly is

So he makes sure you eat, drink lots of water, always keeps tabs on you.

And to enforce you eating and drinking, he forces himselves to take scheduled breaks

Those forced breaks allow both of you to relax and even allow Ratchet to work better.

But sometimes you still gotta just like lay down.

Even if its on his work space.

"Are you alright?"

"Just a bad one is all."

And he leaves it at that. Sure he still watches over you but he's not gonna baby you

Not over something he knows you have in control

But occasionally he does become helicopter mom

⊷⊶⊷Starscream⊷⊶⊷

Could absolutely careless to be honest

The veichons probally cared more about you than anything

That was in the beginning of course

Until he realized alot of the veichons started taking random ass breaks with you

Litterally sat in the hallway with you while you're tryin to even out

High altitude on the nemsis especially if your on the dock makes it worse

He teases you about it: saying fleshies are scared of height

But like no bro. Your about to litterally pass out

Thanks Breakdown for atleast be like "ayo. She's litterally dieing."

He finally sees this is a bit more than a height issue

No shit

He finally starts taking notice seeing you napping alot in Knockouts medbay

"Great. A screamer and a neglecting mech is in the medbay." Breakdown grumbled.

"Ignore him," Knockout spoke waving off Starscream.

"Excuse me-"

He's basically ignored by the others.

Breakdowns basically your big brother and Starscream being neglectful of Y/n's health does not make him happy

Starscream finally comes around to ask you what the hell is actually happening.

But it turns into and arguement: you dont wanna tell him, and you're tryin to just keep tears back from before he picked you up w/ a ground bridge

"Doesn't matter."

"It quiet obviously does if you're little medbay group is all over it."

"Oh please." Y/n grumbled the stopped, Y/n feeling Rocky, "shit..."

Y/n immediately takes a seat, right there in the middle of the hall.

"Becoming Dizzy?" A passing Veichon spoke.

"Yep."

Food was tossed a packet and a bottle of water by the veichon, both being terribly thrown Y/n's way.

"Thanks." Y/n spoke leaning over to grab the bag and water then looked up at Starscream and sighed, "I have POTS."

"You have what?"

So there you are explaining it to him

He's upset you didnt explain it to him sooner.

You shrugged as you ate the pretzels

No he's like genuinely upset

He's been watching over you this long and just now knows about this

How does he even research POTS? He did search it up but he just got pots you cool with

Soundwave helps, in the side research

Though he doesnt have much space to store you snacks, he knows the medbay has snacks for you

He also knows that you're most comfortable in the medbay as you're often sleeping more than 1/2 the day

So. He's often visiting the medbay even more than usual now

Even if your sleeping alot more and he doesn't get to talk to you as Much as he wants to, your health is more important

Keeps you away from the flight deck

Because if you suddenly get dizzy and tip the wrong way well.

He doesnt need a spark attack

[pooklet]

(warning for description of pet death)

this doesn’t have anything to do with the topic of this blog, but this is the largest platform i have, and i don’t want what just happened to me to happen to anyone else. warning other pet parents about this is probably the only justice my baby will ever get.

the short of it: do not let your vet give your pets Convenia for any reason. demand the full safety information of any medication your vet prescribes to you. read the statistics and possible side-effects for any medication that you give to your animals, every time, and if your vet seems confident enough in a medication not to provide any of these details, do not take it as a sign that this medication is safe.

my dog Hildy got sick with what we were told was laryngitis. the vet prescribed an antibiotic and a cough suppressant. she hated taking the pills and was refusing to eat anything, so we couldn’t hide it in her food or any of her favorite treats. we were desperate to get her to take them so that her condition would improve enough that she felt comfortable eating. when i asked the vet if there was some other form she could take the medication in, liquid or dermal or anything, he suggested a long-acting antibiotic that he could give to her once via injection, so that there would be one less thing we had to give her in pill form. we were so relieved.

he never told us anything about the medication, not the mechanisms of it, the potential side effects, the fact that this was not an approved usage of it, or the fact that it would be impossible to flush it from her system for up to 65 days if she had a reaction to the medication. he didn’t even tell us the name of the medication until after he had given it to her. and he didn’t tell us directly, just wrote it down on the receipt when he charged us $150 to kill our baby. we didn’t even know it was a different medication. we thought he was just giving her the same one that she’d been taking, but as an injection that would work longer between doses.

we never would have approved it, had we known what it was, or what it might do. Convenia is only FDA approved for use with skin infections, but is apparently often used off-label, like in our case, for throat infections. the specifics of the medication make it incredibly dangerous, because the “convenience” for which it is named is the fact that the medication stays in their system at full potency for 5.5 days before the half-life even kicks in, at which point it remains in their system in a reduced form for up to 65 days.

she was administered the medication mid-day on friday, and late that evening she woke up and began vomiting uncontrollably and had a seizure. we were halfway to the 24hr emergency vet when she went limp in my arms. i felt her nose for any breath, felt her chest for any heartbeat. she was gone. my baby is gone.

i know this is my fault. i know i didn’t ask enough questions, i know i didn’t insist that he tell us the name of the medication, whether his usage of it was FDA approved, and the potential side effects. i trusted him. i trusted him to know these things, to tell us if this was a different antibiotic from the one she was already taking, to tell us if there were any dangers, but i should have realized on my own the implicit danger of a medication that stays in an animal’s system for a long time. this is on me. i made a stupid, stupid decision and my little girl paid for it, and now i will never be able to tell her how sorry i am.

i am turning off asks for a while because i don’t deserve sympathy, and i cannot handle anon hate on this one. i know this is my fault. i can promise that anything you can say to me, i’m already saying to myself. please, please just take to heart that no matter how tempting it is to believe that just because a vet is a medical professional, it does not mean that they always know everything about the medication that they prescribe. do not take their lack of warning to mean there is nothing to warn about. do this for my Hildy. she deserved so much more than to be a lesson that i or anyone else learned, but that is all i can give her now.

update: Hildy’s autopsy showed the presence of preexisting, highly malignant tumors in her lungs that had ruptured, possibly due to the seizures she had in response to the convenia. the vet downplayed her cough as laryngitis, and didn’t think it was important to do any bloodwork, which would have absolutely shown the presence of the cancer.

even with proper treatment, the prognosis for this type of cancer is extremely grim. it comes on fast, and the likelihood of her long term survival was slim to none, and would have required extensive, costly, and painful chemo treatment. i did not miss out on years and years with my girl, which i guess is an extremely small comfort, but the vet’s failure to take her symptoms seriously denied her a peaceful passing and i will never forgive that man for that.

so, convenia still likely played a role in her abrupt, painful death, and is a very, very risky drug in general given its 65 day half-life, but the ultimate cause was veterinary negligence. and yeah, i’m going to report the absolute shit out of him. it might not do anything (apparently, complaints against vets rarely result in any appreciable punitive action) but it’s all i can do for her.

[a-froger-epic]

Interview with a Queen “groupie”

Cross-posted to AO3. I encourage you to leave any comments you have there.

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I compiled this interview following a long email exchange with J, a very sweet lady who went to Ealing Art School between 1972 and 1974. She knew all four members of Queen personally and was part of their larger circle of friends.

First off, you may find this hard to believe. I don’t blame you. But I assure you I’m not pulling your leg. As well as the pictures I share in this post, I have seen current pictures of J (which I will not share to protect her privacy). There is no indication as far as I am aware that she isn’t who she says she is.

Nastally, hold up. How exactly did you find this lady?

She found me. It turns out that she has been following my story Dawn of Aquarius for quite some time. The story is set in 1969. A lot of research about the era went into it, because I wanted to portray that time period - and Freddie’s and Roger’s surroundings - as accurately and realistically as I possibly could. That was what drew J in. She tells me it brought back a lot of memories for her. One of the reasons I love DoA so much is the nostalgia, she says, which genuinely means the world to me. Eventually, she talked to me in the comment section. Of course, I freaked out!

And then, I asked her for an interview, to which she replied: I will give it a go, but you must remember that I am 65 and there were great drugs in the 70s, and at 16, away from home, I had a lot!

And so...

Here’s what is IMPORTANT TO KEEP IN MIND when you read this interview.

These are one woman’s 50-year-old memories and subjective impressions. J has been incredibly kind to let me pick her brain, trying to recall everything as best as she can. In her own words:

Just remember that when I answer the questions, it is from a 16-year-old who is 9 years younger than Freddie and a little girl with no family and friends in a strange country trying to fit in. The only reason I was there, was because some hippie thought I had a unique art style.

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J as a teenager.

[I have edited the interview together from our long, and somewhat messy at times, email exchange. Typos have been fixed and some punctuation added for clarity, but I have not changed anything J has written to me. Again, bear in mind these are personal opinions and impressions.]

So, J, how did you end up at Ealing Art School in 1972 and what was it like?

This was the painting done for the Australian school-leaving certificate.

It placed first and gave me a scholarship. I could pick France, the USA or England. As a dual citizen of the UK, the choice was easy. The scholarship paid for board and fees, so had to be and sell whatever for spending money.

This picture is from the dorm. We all had a 10pm curfew and a very thick rule book that, I am proud to say, I broke every one of them, one by one. The rooms were on the 1st and 2nd floor. We were on the first floor, rooms one side and admin staff the other end. We had two bathrooms for 18 girls. One of them had two baths. The walls were your standard half wall, so it was a given that if you had a bath you run the risk of having a bucket of cold water dropped on you. Downstairs was the kitchen and lounge room.

I want to ask you a few things about life in London in the early 70s, to get a picture of what it was really like. For example, was there alcohol at the music gigs you went to?

If it was a school, church or community hall, no. If it was a pub, yes.

Did you and your friends drink as much then as young people tend to drink now when you all went out?

No, we didn't. I think it had a lot to do with money. We didn't have the disposable income, and it was unheard of to still be living at home with the parents after the age of 20.

Was weed and LSD as big and easily accessible as depictions of the 60s and 70s would have us believe?

The drugs! Got to have drugs. Pot (weed) was easy to grow, very cheap. Used to smoke it in bongs rather than joints, more bang for your buck. Trips [LSD] were cheap, I think. About 2 pounds and you were on the high for over 24 hours with no sleep. My drug of choice was hash. Either the oil or the block. It was a nice high, but you could not function well. But if you listen to the music of the time it really does reflect what it was like, to have a group of friends over for a session. Having said all that the most outlandish and shocking drug I ever saw anyone use was the birth control pill. Didn't you have to hide that stuff away?!

Can you tell us some 70s slang that isn’t really in use anymore? What in the world does “ultra-blagging” mean? (As written in a letter penned by Freddie to his friend Celine in 1969.)

Abso-bloody-lootely!

Man, I thought I was the bees knees to be on a scholarship in London. But that didn't stop me from jigging or having a skive day. They were the days that I blagged my way into a pub, had too many lagers and ended up chundering in the gutter. That was how you knew your night was ace. I would get a right bollocking if anyone found out. It would be a bugger when all that you could find at a car boot sale was chavtastic, but sometimes you could be Jammy Dodger and tickety-boo you find something brilliant. Bob's your uncle. Anyways, I need to see a man about a dog.

[It seems to me that J uses a bit of Australian slang here, like chundering, which makes sense because she is, after all, Australian. She also provided the translation:]

Cheers

J

It would be my honour.

I felt very privileged to be given a scholarship that let me study in England. But being so young and having no family to guide me, it was often tempting to not turn up or give a false excuse for being sick. (I had a lot of food poisoning). These would often happen if the night before I had been drinking beer and ended up vomiting outside the pub. But in my young mind that was a good night. If any of the teachers found me drinking I would be in a lot of trouble. Often I would have to say I was holding it for someone else. Not having much clothes with me, I would buy them second hand from church jumble sales or other students and, yes, Kensington market (the market). Some of the stuff would not be very tasteful or in good condition. But sometimes you would find something that was cheap and in good condition. I will stop this text now as I must go to the toilet.

PS: Ultrablagging sounds very Freddie. Blagging was used, but not ultra, meaning to persuade someone to do something or act better than you are. They were always rock stars.

Sincerely

J

[It was at this point that I realised I was talking to an absolute legend. She also told me then that the majority of her old photographs had sadly been lost when her house was flooded in 1988, including most of the photographs from her stay in London. Noooo! :(]

When you went out to dance, did you have only live music? Were there DJs yet?

You know, that is hard. We did not have a DJ. Sometimes there would be a band. Often we looked for places with a band or the jukebox. I think pubs closed at 10pm and some stayed open to 12 or 1, but public transport stopped at 9. So if you had not arranged a lift then you had to make the last bus. Most of the time we would be heading back to someone's place to get stoned and then crash there. In the morning you would have to work out where you were. When I got back to Australia, the discos were all the rage. They could have been in London too but it was not cool to like disco.

How many people would show up to Queen’s gigs when they played in pubs or at, for example, the Imperial College?

Depending on the location and the night: 10 to 1000!

So how did you first meet the Queen boys?

I was at the pub talking about a band we saw last week when Brian stuck his head into our booth telling us he knew a better one. Thinking about seeing them at the stall... Roger not often, Freddie quite a lot. Often on different stalls, I think that is why I can't remember the name. [The name of the stall. Other sources confirm that Freddie also worked at Alan Muir’s stall, for example, selling shoes.]

How well did you know them?

Just looking at your tumblr account. [she has had a look at my blog, where somebody asked if ‘groupie’ meant she had slept with the band] No, I never slept with the boys. I would not say I was a close friend, but I started at Ealing Art College in ‘72 and moved in the same circles. I loved the music and could be called one of the first groupies. I had to sneak into the pubs because I was 16. Roger always teased me for being so young. They all did seem to be one very large family, not just the band. It was a group of about twenty regulars, both male and female. Everyone knew that Fred was too gay to function. We were all at the gay rights march in London in 1972, had to run after the march. Lots of sharpies [Australian slang: youth gang, thugs] wanting to bash us. Back then I was in every protest that was going, student union rights, even the secretary protest. Just part of the times, stick it to Man or Woman. I left London in ‘74 for Australia, been here ever since and lost track of the boys but have never stopped being a fan.

What do you remember about them? How would you describe their personalities?

Don’t let the trolls hate me, but I did not like Brian. I found him to be rather full of himself. Space was a subject you never brought up around Brian or you would die of old age before he stopped talking. He was always the first to speak and start a conversation and then quickly passed you off to John, who was always tired and shy. Roger was also quite shy at times. He was very self-conscious of his looks, as he felt being pretty, nobody would take him seriously. Fred, well, he was not yet the big star, so I think he was working on his stage persona. When talking to groups at parties, he had the best stories of things that had happened to him or close friends. They were very funny and very descriptive. He was the life of the party. When he had a few to drink or was the centre of attention, he would take a cigarette out of the closest person’s hand and start smoking. Now remember this is the point of view of a 16-year-old girl that was a fish out of water, trying to fit in and not having much worldly experience.

It is said that Freddie and Roger were very stylish. How did they dress in everyday life?

Fred would do his hair and makeup to check the mail. Yes, he was always turned out, but so were a lot of people. Freddie did go over the top with hats, scarfs and jewellery. With Roger, it is a surprise he was able to have kids his jeans were that tight. And his shirts were always open unless he was in a jumper. I think it could have been so that you knew he was male, as it was the start of the unisex clothing. When I travelled out of London I realised it was a London thing. When I got back to Australia everyone thought I was a show-off.

There are some disagreements about how tall especially Freddie was. I know this is a difficult thing to try and remember accurately. But do you remember?

Freddie was taller than me but everyone was. Roger was shorter than Fred, but I never saw Roger in platform shoes. I did meet up with the band by chance at Sydney airport in 1984, said ‘hello’ but they did not remember me, or if they did then they did not say anything and I did not want to be a dork. At that time Fred was the same height as me (5ft 8in/1.72m), Roger was taller than me. It made me think at the time that he had a growth spurt! John was shorter than me and Brian has always been tall. [I have a feeling the platform shoes - or lack thereof - played a vital role here! Although 172cm for Freddie seems likely.]

You said everyone knew Freddie was “too gay to function”. Attitudes towards homosexuality have changed so much that it can be hard for us, now, to fathom what exactly people must have thought of him. Was it more of a joke that he was so camp? Was it something he would have been teased for? Also, he had a girlfriend. Did you ever meet Mary or the other girlfriends?

In 1972 a whole group of us - and I am pretty sure that Fred, Roger, Brian and Tim were there - were in a gay pride march. [Since then, J has found and showed me a picture of a boy she thought was Tim Staffel, and it wasn't, so Tim was most definitely not there. Whether Freddie, Roger and Brian really were there or if J is misremembering, who knows?] Us youth believed you could not choose who you fell in love with and if it was same sex, so what? However, if it was two girls then it was every guy’s duty to change her!

It was also a time that the gayer the guy was, the more the girls were interested. Also, if a guy was gay then you did not have to worry about him and he was a good person to take with you if you were going out drinking. However, the police, parents, teachers and anyone of authority were horrified and treated them badly. I did meet Mary a couple of times at pubs and once after a gig. This is just my opinion, but I found her a bitch. It could be that I was so young. It could be that I was very Australian. It could be that she felt threatened as my accent was a magnet to people around. And the boys (Queen) were no exception. Brian had a cousin in OZ and was always asking questions. I remember that my close group of friends thought that Mary made the perfect girlfriend for Fred as they were as fake as each other. Having said that about them, I often wonder if I would think the same now and if my perceptions were just because she would not give me the time of Day. Chrissy and Jo were a lot of fun.

This was before your time, but I read that Freddie's nickname at Ealing Art School was ‘Freddie Baby’. Any ideas how this came about? His showmanship or maybe personality traits?

I don't think so. There were an older crowd that would talk like that. I think the slang ‘baby’ was a 60’s thing, like groovy baby.

How long, roughly, did Roger and Freddie have their stall? I can't find anywhere when it closed down. What did it actually look like? Was it a sort of wooden stall type of thing? Or an actual room? What were some of the other things people sold at Kensington Market? Mostly clothes or all sorts?

The markets were little divided shops. The back was brick and the walls wood. I have been trying all day to remember the name. [Of the stall.] I think it was something hard to say. More often than not it would be Freddie's dad in the store. It was still open when I left. Roger and Freddie were both in the store on Saturdays and some Sundays. There was a girl, I think Jill, who was in the store more. And during the week it could be anyone. You name it and you could get it at the markets. Second hand or designer clothes, shoes, jewellery, pot and assortments. Hair cuts, food, bric-a-brac.

Wait, wait. What? Freddie’s dad? Really now?

Yeah, it was an older Indian man. so we just assumed it was his father. It was my understanding that he started the stall then the boys would work it as the whole markets were set up for younger people, but if needed he would work there. I don't think the boys would be able to pay the rent on their own. [I have since found out that the stall closed in late 1971, and Freddie continued to work at the Market until '74, for Alan Mair and possibly others. So the stall J witnessed wasn't their original stall - explaining all the different people she saw there - but she had no way of knowing that it wasn't.] They always had incense burning that was very big in the 70s. I still occasionally bring out the sticks, but it does not last like the candles and diffusers of today. If you could get in touch with Robert Daniels, he ran ChaChaDumDum it was the stall across from Freddie. He would know the dates.

[J says it’s this look, in a picture she happened across while looking at my tumblr] Yep, that is the one. It usually means that he does not believe or agree with something that was said and is working out how to respond, or he has lost the plot.

You mentioned Roger seemed shy to you at times. Was he also quite charming? We read a lot about what a chick magnet he was. Was this the impression you had?

My favorite subject! I had a thing for Roger. Everyone has a type and mine is the blue-eyed blond. Now, before you ask, was he brunet? No, he was a mouse/dirty blond. If it was summer he would have blond streaks mostly at the ends. He knew he was pretty and was always dressed in the latest fashion and had the current hairstyle. So, being my type I was constantly watching him. Everyone slept around during that time. I did not notice Roger doing it more or less. 80% of the time he was with Jo. Yes, he was a chick magnet, but he did not do the chasing. He was always very polite to everyone. If it ever looked like there would be any conflict he would be the first to leave it. It was not that he was a coward, just not into conflict. If he saw anyone that needed help he was right there, and often had to have Freddie's back. I never saw him in a fight. He could always talk his way out of things. He was also very patient and would listen for hours to other people talk. However, he would get this vacant look in his eyes at times.

And Freddie would either click his fingers, change the subject or just give up. I don’t think that Brian noticed, and it would be fair game for John, he would see how far he could push it. Roger liked to drink a fair bit and when drunk he would be hanging all over Jo. If she was not there then he missed Jo. If, however, he thought that he or his friends were not being respected, then look out! It was a verbal volcano heading your way. That is what happened to me one time. I was trying to talk with my friends close to where a drunken Roger was and I yelled at him to shut the hell up, you wannabe blond. We/I coped a mouthful back, all in the same sentence, that finished with: Sorry, I didn't realise you were on your rags (period)! I have to have the last word, so I told him the truth: I don’t get them yet! (I was a late starter.) He went so red in the face and called me JB [jail bait] from then.

You also mentioned Roger’s cat Ziggy having kittens. I read about this but never when exactly it was. Do you remember?

I think it was winter ‘73. I remember being cold when he was asking around the pub. [To find homes for the kittens, I gather.]

Is it quite strange reading fictional interpretations of real people you knew? When did you first find out there was Queen fanfic?

No, we used to make up stories about people all the time, a verbal fanfic. Was looking up Adam Lambert and came across the fanfics. Some had me in stitches! Others, like DoA, had me hooked.

Please, allow me to be a little self-indulgent at the end. What's one thing I got totally RIGHT in DoA?

All the Ibex stuff.

What's one thing I got totally WRONG in DoA?

Roger did not have a temper, and I don’t know what the go with his father was, but he would talk about him quite a bit and was always visiting his mum. [Absolutely fair, not only did I change the timeline of Roger’s parents divorce in DoA - for lack of information at the time - but also created a completely fictional narrative around it for the sake of storytelling.]

J, thank you so much for all this, sincerely. Can you tell me a little more about yourself? Are you still an artist?

I don't paint or draw any more. At the age of a 50 the doctors operated on an aneurysm or three, and now my eyesight is very bad, I have no fine motor skills and a tremor. I was married in January 1984 and have just celebrated our 37 year anniversary. I have one daughter who is 30 and two great, although tiring grandkids. A girl, 11, and one boy, 5. I have lived my life as the average middle class Australian with great memories. Talking with you has helped me a lot to remember a time when the world was mine for the taking. When I returned to OZ I started nursing, met my best friend, and we planned that once we graduated we would go back to London to study midwifery. But I fell in love instead.

J's wedding in 1984. As you can see, she found her own blue-eyed blond.

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Upon request, J has shared some of her past and present artwork with me.

These are from her time at Ealing Art School:

These were done later, back in Australia:

J: Did this just before Christmas as you had inspired me. It did not require fine motor skills!

So there you have it! I hope you found this little glimpse through a 16-year-old girl’s eyes as much of a fascinating read as I did. I urge everybody one more time to remember that J did not have to share any of this, and I think we all owe her a big thank you for delving into her memories. She is likely to see the responses on AO3, so I have comment moderation enabled there as I will not let anybody harass this lovely lady. The tumblr she created is @since72, but she isn’t really an active user and also very new to it all. Again, I can only urge everybody to be respectful.

If you have other burning question for J, feel free to leave them in the comments on AO3. I will either pass them on, or she may want to reply to them herself directly.

[magicalsalamander]

Lacuna

Pairing: Jin ⇆ Reader

Genre: Law Students | Werewolf | Childhood best friends to idiot enemies to lovers | F | A | S

Summary: Lacuna(n): (1) In law, a non liquet (commonly known as “lacuna in the law”) is any situation where there is no applicable law. (2) An unfilled space or interval; a gap.

You are well equipped at handling whatever life throws at you. You had worked hard to erase the past and mold a new you, and the future were to become a lawyer. Well, everything was planned expect for your ex best friend who came back into your life like a crashing gavel. Just when you thought you could deal with his presence, he was now your partner on a case that was bigger than you had ever imaged.

Words: 21K

Warning: Mature; explicit themes, sexual content, and violence.  Lots of law inaccuracies. Alcohol and  club situations. Heavy angst with lots of arguing. Previous trauma of abandonment, harsh words and feeling unworthy. Knotting, cunnilingus, fingering, mentions of impregnation, soft dom Jin, marking/claiming, and possessive behavior.

A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve put out something! I want to thank everyone for being so patient and always supporting me! Thank you @heyitsmee2 for reading over this early on. I apricate you!

*Story mildly edited due to time constraint, will edit further 

| Masterlist | Copyright 2020 © by magicalsalamander. All rights reserved.

You were no stranger to the game; surviving and trying to be someone in the charade of corporatism.  It was all too important to be unemotional. You’d soon find yourself in Prometheus place than on the highest rock on Olympus if you let yourself slip and you were sure of your path.

Calculation leads to quantification—and it takes only seven second to make an impression.

Your throat narrows with altitude, but the breadth of your career expands.

The raspy voice of the jazz singer was a rich wine as she caressed the vintage microphone intimately. The soft notes of the piano and band follow in tandem with the slow, romantic song she sung. The dark golden hue casted over the ballroom from the multitude of chandeliers only perpetuated the elegance of the atmosphere. Parties like this were suffocating despite being in a room sized for a hanger. You wouldn’t doubt either than some of the patrons here own their own planes.  

You down the rest of your wine nearly rolling your eyes at the romantic lyrics. When you were a little girl events like this were a dream, places like this gave promise of finding a prince charming. At least that’s what all the movies feed you and lead you to believe would happen until reality set in. This event wasn’t romantic in the slightest. It was to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the law firm. The entire point of the function tonight was to schmooze and be seen. As an intern, this was prime time for you. However, you suppose you were living the dream, just not a fairytale. You had worked hard to get this internship, nabbing one of the four spots that over thousands applied to. You had done what felt like to be the impossible—coming form a school that wasn’t ivy made it all the more surreal. Important business people, old and new money mixed in with ‘top of the food chain’ lawyers were all present and hiring opportunities post-graduation. That is if you don’t end up getting a job post with the firm, but a smart woman always keeps her options open.

The obligatory greeting and sucking up to had already passed and it was the lull of time where everyone was wondering who would be the first to leave. Your senses go off as you catch a two of four making his way through the crowd towards you. Standing up as if you hadn’t caught glimpse of Logan from your peripheral. You smile at those who you had shared the table with, names already forgotten, number three’s included, silently bidding them an underserved excuse me. You grab at the bottom of your dress and move through the crowd. You miss the scrunch in brow from Logan as he picks up speed after you. He was the typical American type of handsome with brown hair, strong brows, square face, shadowed beard, lean and tall. Logan was nice, made his name memorable by persistence, but the guy couldn’t take a hint. How he’s made it this far has been a mystery to you.

As you break the crowd going into the hallway, you hear him calling your name. Acting as if you couldn’t hear him, you ask a server where the restroom was and quickly headed in that direction. He began jogging to catch up with you. Your pace began to pick up too. You counted down the seconds, four, three, two—the bathroom was still to far to accommodate for your sudden pick up in counting.

“Y/n! Wait, oh, sorry, excuse me.” Timely a cart full of new hors d'oeuvre blocks his path.

Seeing his distraction, you abruptly turned and head down another hall from the main meant for staff. You reached for the first door and to your muttered curse when it was locked. You jogged to the second door which opened and closed it behind you as if fire was at your feet. Not bothering to turn on the light, you backed up further into the closet until you hit something. You had expected to hit a wall, but instead what you bumped into what oddly felt human, a large one at that. When they oofed, you scampered away. Fear thickening in you as you rapidly apologized under your breath. Instinct dictated you get out, as you opened the door to leave the heavy sound of footsteps outside had you closing it right back. The person with you murmured a beginning of a question but you quickly reached up, cupping the mouth of whomever was inside with you. Shushing them they quieted up instantly. The slight stubble under your hand indicated it was a man. At this point you didn’t care if they were someone important. You winced as you heard Logan calling your name again. The man murmured a muffled question that you couldn’t understand and you shushed them again until the footsteps outside quieted.

Sighing in relief you removed your hand from his mouth, using the same hand to search for a light switch. With an apology on the tip of your tongue turning to face the stranger, you froze, staring back equally as motionless as him in shock.

Kim Seokjin.

Number four.

Dressed to the nines in a black suit that clung to him tightly. His broad shoulders were pronounced, and with his height tall he took a lot of space. His thick, dark hair was pushed away from his face. His eyes flashed red before it disappeared back into its espresso color. He looked gorgeous. You’d never utter that out loud, but you couldn’t ignore it either. It irritated you even more. He irritated you.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” You drawled out the oh incredulously.

A smirk pulled at his thick lips. “Hello to you too.”

“I never knew you to be so forward, at least take me to dinner first.”

Looking around you realized you were in a janitor’s closet. The scent of bleach was thick, taking up as much space as Seokjin’s personality in the confined space.

“What are you doing here?” You asked while wiping the hand that was over his mouth on your dress not so subtly.

He shrugged, suffocating a laugh at your gesture. “Needed a break.”

That was hard to believe. Jin was a natural at talking to people. He made it seem easy. He always had this sense of composure and poise about him. Staring at eachother his eyes broke from your gaze as he looked you up and down. Suddenly feeling self-conscious you adjusted your dress. The black satin dress you were wearing suddenly felt tighter than when you put it on. Under his gaze you’ve always felt this way, vulnerable, but you’ve learned how to conceal it better over time.

“What?” You hissed at him when he still stared.

“This isn’t the first time you caught me in a closet.” Quietly he followed up with, “Reminds me of the first time we met.”

You don’t know what bothers you more, Seokjin’s casual reference to the past or the fact that you suddenly are placed back there. You remember being terrified, wrapping your blue, pilling blanket over your head only letting your head poke through. You had been reading under your blanket when you heard thumping coming from your closet. With your flashlight pointing at your closet you swallowed harshly as the sound came again. Your parents had told you that monsters were fake, but the sounds sounded real.

Your light was shaking on the white double doors. “H-Hello?” you bravely called out. The thumping stopped. You gulped inching closer. You were taught to be brave. Your dad said that monsters couldn’t hurt you, especially if you don’t show fear. Like the book you were reading, “Where the Wild Things Are”, you like Max, could confront the monsters too. You could become and make them friends with them. You were sure of it.  

“H-hey,” swallowing hard, ”I’m opening the door, don’t bite me okay. I won’t hurt you.”

When no response resounded you breathed in deeply through your nose. Reaching out and yanking the door open you came face to face, inches away, from a boy hiding in your closet. A majority of your clothes were pulled from their hangers and piled on the floor which he was laying on. Similarly in equal fright from you bursting open the door, a shirt he had over his head fell off revealing furry grey dog ears.  At the sound of your gasp, he gasped, and a tail that swept to the floor wrapped around his middle.

Buffering in the moment you stared at the boy who seemed to be around the same age as you. Recognition filters through you, “Max?” Your eyes lit up in wonder.

The boy squinted at you, almost upset. “My name’s not Max, it’s Seokjin!”

“Why do you have ears and a tail like him then?”

His brows furrowed, “Because I’m a—.”

You heard a knock on your door from your mother hushing Seokjin instantly. “Sweetie, are you still awake?”

The boy lurched forward cupping a hand over your mouth seeing you were going to respond. “You can’t tell anyone I’m here.”

You whispered, “Why?”

“Y/N?”

His eyes gleamed as he silently pleaded with you, switching between the shadow from under your bedroom door and your eyes, bidding for you to understand.

Nodding in understanding, somehow you understood. Your mom from the other side of the door sighed, “I know you’re pretending to sleep, Pumpkin. Put the book away. I know its Saturday but remember lights out by 9.”

“Okay, Mom.” Finally speaking up.

“G’night.”

“G’night.”

She walked away.

Seokjin studied you carefully, eyeing you skeptically. “You’re not scared?”

“No, should I be?”

He paused truly thinking. “Yes. You should be.”

“Well, I’m not. I’m brave.”

He’s getting nervous and began muttering to himself. “You shouldn’t have seen me. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep. It just smelled so nice.” The last part was whispered out low enough where you couldn’t hear it.

“How did you get in?”

He pulled you into the closet down next to him, closing the door behind. The flashlight was between you both pointing towards the ceiling tightly grasped between your hands. His hands over you. His gaze serious and intent. “Promise you won’t tell anyone, swear on it! Swear on your life!”

You felt like you were being presented the ultimate challenge. This boy was trusting you with his all, maybe this was your adventure. Your destiny. You could be honorable. You nodded, “I swear, I swear.”

“What are you though? Why do you have ears and a tail? Are they real?”

“They’re real.” He said haughtily before pridefully confessing. “I’m a werewolf.”

Your eyes were sparkling, the blanket surrounding you long forgotten and dropped. “Oh, wow! Can I touch your ears?”

He nodded. Your reaction to his secret was surprising to him. He had been told by his parents and everyone in the pack that he should never real his truth. Humans had been enemies for centuries, hunting his kind since the beginning of time. Although, the kind had lived amongst humans for centuries, finding ways to blend in and look alike. The difference was the ability to shift into their natural form.

“Why are you not, like, you know—a wolf?”

“Papa said I can shift fully when I become a man.”

You carefully reached up and felt. He shivered at the touch. “Puppy.”

He growled at you, “Don’t call me puppy.”

“But you’re cute.”

He blushed, scrambling up and pushing your closet door open before heading over to your window. “I have to go.” He began climbing out of your window landing on the ground. Your home was one floor.

You stuck your head out of the window. “Wait!”

He turned around,

“Will I see you again?”

He looked around, nodding before he disappeared between the trees.

It was nearly magnetic the way you both clicked. It was nearly painful being apart from eachother after that night. He would come to your window and sneak into your room almost every night. The following school year you finally went to the same school, Jin having convinced his parents he wanted to change schools. That’s when you both became inseparable. Years later he still snuck into your room, even though he could come through the front door, and still hid in your closet just to scare you. Although, you learned to growl back at him.

It was your normal, but at some point things began to change.

More specifically you were no longer kids. Puberty hit and you were no longer innocent to the maturity that began to bloom in you both. You knew Jin was always touchy. He would hug you and sometimes his hand would linger on you longer than necessary. He would lean in sometimes to smell you, nuzzling his nose against your temple. Initially it had bothered you, the sensation ticklish, but he had explained it quickly it was a werewolf thing. That didn’t change the way your heart would flip each time though.

Jin grew taller than you towering over you, and signs of man began replacing the baby fat. Time was good to him. He found a pack and you no longer spent every waking moment together. It wasn’t that you weren’t welcome, the six boys in his pack were nice, but you had your own group of friends that you began hanging out with. You suppose that was the beginning of the unraveling of your relationship. Naïve and feeling lost you latched onto the first group that accepted you.

Even if they weren’t good for you. You were becoming aware of popularity and boys as it was the only topic they choose to discuss. You began to feel self-conscious because your friends all had boyfriends before, but you still hadn’t. When you introduced the girls to Jin, your presence was made solely into providing information about the boys. The pack were isolationist, but you suppose that’s what made them more attractive besides their looks to hormonal teenage girls. Only now do you realize they accepted you was because you knew Jin and his friends. Specifically, one of the girls, Jenna—if you could remember correctly, would always asking you about Jin.

The breaking point was when Jenny, who knew of your obvious unrequited crush, finally asked you. “You wouldn’t mind if I ask him out right?”

“Jin?” You repeated his name as if you were unsure you heard her right. Although you heard his name coming out of her mouth more times than you can count.

“Yeah, Jin. I mean, you don’t like him, right?” Like a snake she drew out the last words, expression full of pity to resemble comfort. It didn’t help when the other girls at the table all had a similar expression, encouraging her and cornering you.

“I-I—.” You were cut off as another girl spoke up.

“Be real Jenny, they’ve been friend since forever. If he liked Y/n, he would’ve said so already. He doesn’t see her that way.”

The other girl sitting next to her laughed, “Totally doesn’t.”

Blinking back the tears, her words weren’t wrong. Embarrassment flushes through you. Embarrassed that you had even believed that Jin’s affection towards you could ever mean more. The fact that he had made your heart skip a beat. Swallowing your heartache, with a voice more confident than you felt, “Yeah. We’re only friends.”

Squeals and laughter echo out throughout the table in excitement. “Oh my god! Then when you two start dating, you should introduce us to the rest of the friends. I mean Y/n hasn’t done it, but I know you will.”

You were quickly forgotten. The bell rang and the all of them got up as they giggled and walked away to their classes. Sitting alone at the table, you stare at your tray, food partially nibbled on. A single tear falls down onto the table before you suck up the other that threatened to fall. How could you be so stupid. How could you have misread things all along? You get up from the table in a hurry, nearly tripping as your foot caught.

As you step out of the bench of the picnic table you make eye contact with Jin who had been standing at a lunch table a few tables away. The rest of the pack moving around him, but he was still staring at you.

Your embarrassment flushes deeper, had he had heard it all? Your heart breaks even further as you force a smile at him and he returned the gesture. The simple response solidifies everything—you’re just friends.

You miss the way his eyes follow you out of the lunchroom.

The heartache only gets worse as Jin begins making excuses on why he can’t hang out. Claiming he has pack things to deal with. You also begin making excuses no longer hanging out with the girls, even though they don’t seek you out. You instead dedicating your time in the library. You begin reading the books tucked away in the furthest corner of the library, vintage leatherbound books on laws, just to distract yourself. It becomes your new solace.

A few months pass, the sudden silence between you became increasingly awkward. You hadn’t realized how Jin was entangled with every single part of your life. You grew annoyed because your parents would always ask where Jin was. The visible change was when you began noticing the extra portion at the dinner table for him was no longer there. The look they began to give you, seeing the distress in you began to wear you thin.

Deciding enough was enough you decide to confront him, but still cowardly enough to do it between passing. Walking through the halls you headed towards his lockers, knowing he’d be there. His locker just a bit in from an intersection of the halls. When you finally catch sight of him he stood there with two other boys form his pack, Jimin and Hoseok. You swallowed hiding behind the wall where you could hear them, waiting for the two to leave so you could get to speak to him alone.

“Come on hyung. Come on another run tonight.” You could hear Jimin asking

Jin closed his locker after switching out his books then leaning up against it. “I can’t tonight.”

“Why? Gotta go see your girlfriend?” Jimin teases.

Jin hesitated.

You couldn’t see his expression from your place. Your heart sunk, lower lip trapped between your teeth. Had Jenny finally asked him out? Your heart was beating out of your chest.

“No, fuck off Jimin, you already know why.”

Your brows furrow. Has something been going on with Jin? How come he hasn’t told you. He used to tell you everything. You miss the conversation slightly as you contemplate what you’ve been missing with Jin. You had so much to ask him. The question on the tip of your tongue too was –had he finally fully shifted? He had always told you that he had wanted you to be the first he showed his wolf.

Zoning back in you hear Hoseok question. “Come to think of it, haven’t seen Y/n in a while, she doing okay?”

“Normally you’re like a dog in heat around her.”

“No I’m not! I don’t see her like that.”

“You sure?”

“I don’t have time for feelings or emotions.”

You cover your mouth, swallowing your feeling. You suffocate the tears. Everything the girls said were confirmed.

Jin had been so engulfed in his protecting his ego, he hadn’t been able to sense you just around the corner. He then smells it. He smells you. His head twirled towards the wall where he knew you were hiding just behind. He knows your there. He clenched his fist, he wants to go after you but he can’t, it would only prove the teasing.

Clenching your books closer to your chest you run away. Your mind working a thousand miles an hour. Lost in your turmoil you miss that you’re walking straight into someone. Stumbling slightly you look up seeing the person you didn’t want to run into. You don’t pause to apologize or recognize her yelling at you. You needed to get away. The whole day you manage to evade him and everyone—you praise that it was Friday.

Coming home your parents were sitting in the kitchen, the only light on in the house was hanging over the dinning table. Your parents look up at you sadly. “Honey, we have some bad news.”

Your backpack slouched off your shoulders and onto the floor as you took a seat.

Your mother swallowed, placing her hand on top of yours. “We’re moving. I’m sorry, Pumpkin. I know you have so many friends here. Your father’s job is forcing him to transfer to the city, the plant here is shutting down.”

You remain stoic, processing the information. However, you smile, squezzing her hand back in assurance. “How soon can we go?”  

Their expression registered shocked. Clearing their throats as they somberly told you, “We’re leaving next week.”

Nodding you get up from the table, leaving your parents apologizing to you. You dragged yourself to your room. Standing alone in the darkness, words found you again. “Not soon enough.”

You moved away, and soon what it was like to be around him everyday was forgotten. You became strangers. An unpleasant memory.

You had done college, and decided early on that you wanted to go into law. Those leather bound, vintage law books was the only thing you actively brought with you from the past. Law was consistent, but ever changing. It allowed you to find a voice, a place where arguments meant something—your voice meant something. It paved the way for a new you and when you entered law school you flourished under the pressure. Everything felt like progress, at least until the day you showed up at the internship. You no longer had the luxury of pretending. Standing in the attorney’s office was Jin among the two other interns. Seeing him first saw him again felt like all wind had been sucked out of you. It was like a ghost had aspirated and so did the sting of rejection. It was all accompanied by an odd sense of longing that passed through you. You saw the way his eyes widened with recognition when he saw you.

But you both made no motion towards the other, frozen in space and time.

Ironically, time should have done its job and all healing had been done, but scars were just thicker scabs.

The nostalgia quickly washed away as it twisted into the familiar shape of disdain towards him. He was brilliant and It was irritating, so you always were sharp with him, cold even, not willing to lose to him. A rivalry quickly evolved between you. He seemed to feel the same way as he would always retaliate back. You couldn’t last a few minutes without bickering. Words just as venomous and an amused smirk always followed.

“What are you doing? Did I mess up a secret meeting?” He throws your question back at you, grounding you back into the present.

Looking at Seokjin now, he had grown up well. He had grown in height, completely towering over you. His shoulders were broad tapering off like a V to a tiny wait. He looked great in an all black suit. Thick, dark hair pushed away from his face showed off his thick brows and symmetric features. You had eyes, but your mouth would never admit it out loud how good he looked.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Avoiding Logan.”

“Logan?” You missed the way his red eyes darken deeply as it looks black. He had heard the footsteps, but now he could put a name to it. “Are you fucking him?” He questions easily, never one for a filter.

Your eyes widen, the crudeness expected despite your aggressive bickering. “Are you seriously asking me that Seokjin?” The though was so absurd and ridiculous. Has he lost his mind. What more you had never even touched this type of topic with him before, who was he to ask about your sex life.

He tucked his hands into the pocket of his slacks. “I don’t know, it’s just an obvious conclusion to draw. Considering he follows after you like a lost puppy.” He feigned a look of pity. “It’s pathetic.”

The tone he takes with talking about Logan surprises you. He never outwardly showed that the man irritated him. You had seen them chatting around the office even. Considering your desk were next to one another it was inevitable. Anger filled you again, was he calling it pathetic because he was pursuing you? Bastard.

Lazily he leaned up against the shelf, as if he was waiting for a reaction he knew he’d get from you.

“I can’t deal with you right now.” you groan, an onset headache coming on from how childish it all was. Growing frustrated and hotter by the second stuck in the closet with him. You turned to leave.

“Leaving so soon? Don’t you want to wait for him to come back around?”

“Seokjin, will you cut it out. What is with you right now?”

He shrugged, still measuring you with a hardened gaze and lips tight in anger. “Nothing.”

Why was he so angry? Earlier you had noticed that all the bigwigs were laughing easily at his jokes. Something you couldn’t deny about Seokjin was his charisma. It was easy be persuaded by him, you used to be stupid enough to be swayed by it too. Shouldn’t he be on cloudy nine, probably having already solidified a job post grad.

“Whatever. Enjoy your night Seokjin. Don’t suck off potential employers too much.”

That had him laughing. “Ever one to need footsteps to be followed. Lead the way then.”

You glare at him in what you picture to be intimidating at him. Pulling open the door. “Fuck you Seokjin.”

You stomped away, faintly hearing the laughing coming from the closet. Luckily, no one was in the hallway.

You had been aimlessly staring at an one of the many orange sticky notes you had tacked onto the glass pane between the desk. Pink was current deadlines, orange upcoming, and blue was for your frustrations. The low cubicles truly didn’t provide privacy, but it wasn’t permanent anyways so you didn’t really put effort into personalizing it. You were trying to read the orange sticky note with the date November 29th ominously written on it. You couldn’t for the life of you remember what was due on that date. The pink note next to it reading the date December 4th was a blaring reminder of the last day of your internship.

Awakening from your thoughts you heard Logan still been droning on to you about whatever he was talking about. You had stopped listening after he called your name, you hummed like you were paying attention, then zoned out. He was leaning on the glass, his desk situated right next to yours. Jin’s was situated across from yours, but he wasn’t at his desk at the moment. At least that saved you a headache.

Your phone rings and you answer it instantly, cutting off whatever he was saying. You give him a pretend fake smile, one to which he luckily accepts sitting back at his desk. Its quick as the secretary is hanging up on you before you can tell her that you’ll be there in a moment. Gathering your things, taking an extra pen just in case, you head towards the elevators.

Knocking on the door twice you let yourself in quietly behind you. Your boss was a passive man, preferring those to act than be told what to do. Turning around taking in the office before pausing noticing the back of someone’s head already sitting in one of the two chairs in front of the desk. The chair meant to occupy your boss was empty.

Remembering where you are you and ignoring him as you stride until you plop yourself into the empty seat. You refuse to look at him, instead sorting out your tablet to take notes on. You just had to wait until your boss came in the room—you could be patient. You had a vague idea of what he may want to talk to you about, but with Jin here you were at a lost. What was he doing here anyways? Had the secretary gotten his appointments mixed up? It’s been two weeks since the event. You had spoken to him since, but it had been the usual bickering. Something had changed though, it was something atmospheric between the two of you, but you couldn’t place an instance on the beginning of the feeling. Oddly, you found yourself searching for him whenever you came to the office, which had brought its own set of turmoil that you’ve yet to unravel. Now that you were sitting next to him, somehow you felt the sense of pettiness overcome you again.

Finally looking at him you notice how great he looked today. He wore common slacks and a button up, but he made the ensemble look great.

Jin asked, “What are you here for?”

Crossing your legs over you flip open your notebook. “None of your business Kim.” You hate that you had done such a good job hiding the layers of hatred and anger, but you could even recognize the coldness in your tone.

He rolled his eyes, “Typical.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying.”

“Clue me in Seokjin.”

He shrugged, clearly wanting you to put the pieces together. Rubbing at your scalp muttering under your breath. “It’s too early for this,” checking your watch, “it’s only eight-thirty in the morning, I haven’t had my coffee yet, and I have to deal with guy.”

“That explains your snappiness. You do seem constipated.”

You audibly gasp, a retort on the tip of your tongue when the door burst open to reveal your boss. A grin already on Jin’s face knowing he got the last word in before he neutralizes it. Paying you both no mind he continued grumbling into his phone that’s tucked between his neck and ear as his other hand holds a cup of coffee and a stack of paperwork in the other. Min Yoongi, your boss, was a man of few words elusive at times, but his tongue was sharper than any knife. His mind was brilliant too, a legend amongst law students. you had heard stories of his infamous mock trials when he was in school and how he had won trails out like a daredevil. He was intimidating to say the least.

Jin’s gaze was still on you before he turned to your boss who plopped into his chair. He seems frazzled, tie a bit disheveled and dress shirt not as freshly pressed as it should be. The fact that you looked kept together in front of him was kind of embarrassing. It was common sense that interns should look that way. Did his appearance have something to do with the 29th? Shit, you really needed to figure out what event was happening that day.

He flung a thick packet in a folder over to you and Jin. You flipped open the folder and read the first page. Peaking over from yours to Seokjin’s you see he was given the exact same paper.

“I’m assigning this case to the both of you.”

“Mr. Min, I don’t mean to impose on your judgement, but I can handle this on my own.” You squinted as you read it over. It seems like a generic divorce case based on the short preliminary interview.

“Can you?” Jin quirked a brow at you. You already have insults on the tip of your tounge but he continued. “Look, I’m just saying because remember that one time—.”

You bark out his name before he can continue, already knowing what story he was going to reference.

“Mr. Kim, Ms. Y/L/N.” You both instantly shut up. “If you both are treating this opportunity simply as some game between the both of you then I’m sorry to inform you that you may not be needed anymore. This is court of law. So tell me—do I need to provide this opportunity to someone else?”

At the same time you both respond. “No, Sir.”

The way he was glaring at the both of you had your toes curling in your shoes.

“Look, Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll admit you are smart, just as much as I think Mr. Kim is capable of handling his own cases. I need the both of you on it because this isn’t an ordinary case. It won’t only go to trial in court, but Kinds court too.”

The only thing you hadn’t expected to come to find out was he was also a kind. Kind being something they used in the human world to refer to their supernatural counterpart for political correctness. One afternoon not long into your internship, but months ago, you had called Jin wolf boy in the breakroom, not knowing your boss was walking in. Anyone else would think it was a passing comment, but the narrowed look that he gave you had you crystalizing. It had become second nature to you identifying when someone was otherly. Yoongi only commented as he walked out to make sure that you both keep it that only you knew.

Jin stiffened next to you, his gaze snapping up to look at Yoongi. An exchange of glances went between them that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Seeing as you already know about our kind Ms. Y/L/N, I would like that you both work on this together. Prepare it for the courts and depending on how it goes there the Kind’s will deal with it following. Frankly, we need you on this case to keep things right on the human end. And Seokjin we need you because you have the knowledge that comes with it. I expect the both of you can approach this and prepare a case that is thorough. We cannot risk the underlying truth getting out to the public. Dress it up how you have to, leave the kind out of it until human laws can punish as needed.” He centers you both with a stare that’s unwavering, even you feel the expressive. “Do I make myself clear.”

“Yes.” Simultaneously you both respond.

Yoongi finally sits back taking a sip from his coffee that was still just a little too hot. “Everything you need is in the folder. Now get out.”

Beginning to gather you stuff, relaxing your jaw just a bit, “Thank you Sir.” You stride out of the room without looking back.

You leave not bothering to hold it for him. He was right behind you, closing the door so it wouldn’t slam shut. He watched as you strut down the hall. He huffed realizing you weren’t going to wait to talk about the case. Calling your name does no good as you still keep towards the elevators.

When the door closes, you take a moment. Truth be told, the gravity of it is not lost on you. This was going to force you and him to be close again. Backing down would prove you and the grin that would be on Seokjin’s face knowing you gave up would be enough to keep you up at night for the rest of your life. You swear you could handle it. It is just Seokjin. Your career depends on this and doing well.

But why was your heart beating so fast?

Sitting in an empty conference room, you were going over the material again. It seemed like a regular case of infidelity and the wife was filing for divorce. After Min’s pressing of the importance of this case it felt like he was mocking you. This was a case that felt “practical”. In school you had gone over these types of cases a thousand times—introduction on legal fairness and getting the most for your client. Just because it involved the kind doesn’t mean the law will treat it any different.

At least that’s what it all seemed to be.

Standing up from your seat when you heard the door handle clicking open you put on a an air of professionalism. A short woman, who nearly curled in on herself shuffled into the room. Her blue cardigan nearly engulfed her being, but her maxi dress underneath disguised most of her petite figure anyways. A male followed behind her with a hand on her back. That had you breaking your professionalism for a split second as you lifted your brow. The way he held her was anything but platonic. You wondered shortly if that was the man in the ex-husband in question.

Extending your hand out to her in greeting. “Hello, Ms. West, I’m Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.”

In the softest voice she greeted you back. You turn to greet the male he introduced himself as Damien Caldwell. With your hand still out towards him, he refused to shake your hand. Mentioning something along the lines of scent tainting. Pretending you understood you signaled them to take a seat.

You all take a seat with Jin next to you and them across.

Carefully observing her you monitor that she was fidgeting a lot, clearly nervous.

Jin glanced at you and his expression was conveying, “Stop it, you’re making her nervous.”

You forced a smile in his direction, reading into his silent message. “Fine.”

Jin adjust himself, pen in hand gesturing towards them. “Mrs. Gloria West , can you please restate your case?” Although you both had the intake form in front of you, you needed her to state clearly what she was here for.

She begins fidgeting, biting her lip tears welding up in her eyes. Damien gently began rubbing her back. “You can do this. This is your story to tell.”

She nods, sniffling, finally looking up and you finally get a glimpse of her face. Her delicate features look worn out, dark circles under her eyes.

Your features soften, and you give her a genuinely soft smile. Handing her a tissue she thanked you softly. Dabbing the corners of her eyes she began, “My,” she licked her lips as if uttering the words brought bitterness to her, “husband has been cheating on me. I found out he has another family.” She reached into her purse pulling out a card that says Happy Father’s Day. “I found it in his underwear drawer when I was putting his clothes away last week.”

Jin followed up. “You’ve previously stated that your husband has claimed you, is this correct?”

“Yes.” She pushed aside the collar of her cardigan exposing the flaring bite marks where fangs met skin.

Pen pausing on paper you forced your jaw to stay closed. You hadn’t really prepared yourself for what claiming really meant. The primal signature was jarring. The two puncture wounds looked poorly scared, the tissue surrounding it somehow still rejecting the mark.

She covered it up again. “I was young and naïve when we first met, just out of high school and didn’t have much experience. He was five years my senior. I didn’t understand what it all meant at the time. I thought the butterflies I got seeing him meant he was my mate. I was hopelessly in love.” Tears brimmed in her eyes again, but she sniffled preventing them from falling.  “He told me I was his mate. I believed him. I let him mark me.” She spoke the words as if they burned her. “We got married three years ago, right after he marked me.”

You were disgusted, stomach unsettled, forced marriage seemed so archaic. Your fist curled under the table. You didn’t understand the depth of what happened in the kind context, but it still irked you. You didn’t let it show on your face though.

Damien was getting restless, clearly irate.

Jin visibly tensed. You see his jaw clench. You fill in for him. “Daniel West, your husband, how did you know he wasn’t your mate?” The word sounded unfamiliar in your mouth. You had heard it spun around before, but never truly knew the meaning. Although you could conclude that it seemed to imply partner.

She looked to Damien and her face seemed to lighten up, dark circles diminishing, as she looked at him. He had the same look at her. Clearly you could tell they were in love. “I found Damien. I knew it was the real thing because it hurt being apart. I couldn’t get him out of my head. Just a touch and it felt electric. I can’t explain it, but I just…knew. I just knew he was it.”

“Is there any other signs of another partner or family?”

“He smells like her.” She swallowed harshly. “He smells like other women too, but her the most.”

“Is there any other factors that are telling? Like photo evidence?”

“No.” You tilted your head considering it over. You couldn’t use smell in court to prove infidelity. You breathed in harshly, slouching forward. How were you supposed to find evidence?

Jin hasn’t spoken the entire time, lost in thought and focusing on the incoming information. “Are there any children?”

She nodded.

“How many? Please identify them.” She goes on to list two children, one three years old and a newborn.  

Jin stared at the Damien for a moment. “I know this is a sensitive question, however, I must ask this. Did you mark him?”

It seems Jin had already predicted Damien’s response as the sound of paper crumpling in Damien’s fist was loud. His fist shook form the strength of his anger. Gloria reached over grabbing onto his leg, and his grip loosened up slightly.

She apologized to him. His fist completely unclenched as both of his hands cupped her face. “No, no, no, honey. Don’t apologize. None of this is your fault. You know that right.”

She closed her eyes, calming and basking in the affection. “I know.”

You blushed yourself, feeling as if you had intruded in an intimate moment. You can’t help but follow your instincts telling you to look at Jin. You feel like you see Seokjin for who he is, not how you’ve constructed him. At the same time you find yourself suddenly reminded—he was different. Stern and cold, eyes empty of all the things that used to make him goofy. It was as if you had lost the dictionary. Unable to translate a language that was once native to you. His quirky awkward fillers and jokes have matured into standards. He holds punctuation in his tone, powerful. Calculating in a way you didn't know he could be. Your eyes follow the curve of his plump lips, the curve of his nose and then the entire profile. It feels intimate.

You pause and wonder if Seokjin has a mate. Did he look at them like that too?

You pause diffusing those thoughts, you shouldn’t be thinking of him that way. Focusing back on the case at hand you know mating is something that cant be proven scientifically. It’s a feeling.

She blushed, taking both of her mates hands into hers and placing them on her lap. With more confidence she turned back to you both. “No. I didn’t know then that it had to be both. Daniel told me that marking me would be enough for the both of us. I didn’t realize it until later. When I brought it up he told me I was wrong, that I didn’t know any better. That people were just trying to put ideas into my head and he knew best. I believed him, until I felt the real feeling.”

“You will have a trail before the elders after this, are you aware of that?” Jin says.

“Yes.”

With a thoughtful pause, Jin smiled reaching out to shake their hands. “That concludes questions for today. Thank you both for your time.”

Reaching out to Gloria, you shake her hand, “You’re very brave for this. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”

She smiled, patting your hand. “Thank you.”

You help escort them to the door and they assure you they know the way out. Shutting the door with a click you find Seokjin hunching over his notes. All sense of comfort he offered earlier and professionalism drained form him.

Eyeing him curiously, you asked, “What’s wrong?”

“This…this…this is worst case scenario.” He says.

“Can’t she just get rid of the mark? Things like this are reversable right? She found her mate,” you say the last word with uncertainty as its unfamiliar on your tongue. Logical solutions are the only way you can navigate.

“No, Y/n. it doesn’t work like that.” Voice accusatory.

You shrink, feeling as he had called you stupid indirectly. His fingers couldn’t stop fidgeting over the papers, unable to look at you. “The mark is permanent and can’t be undone. She’s bound to him, but he wasn’t.” He raises his voice towards the end.

“Why are you getting angry?”

When he looked up at you his eyes are red. “You don’t get it.”

You falter. His words hit hard and ring like a ghost putting you back into your old room. Those words engraved like a scar on your heart. Pulling back the scar you are put back in time.

Pacing more folded clothes in the cardboard boxes you glance out your window. It was a full moon.

You couldn’t sleep so you began packing, you were due to move out the following day.

Standing up, you went to the window, staring at the moon. Your eye follows the bush and thick trees that line the property. The night seemed to be so quiet and clear. You felt suffocated in your room, your thoughts making you claustrophobic. You pushed open the window, carefully to make the least noise as possible. Going back to your boxes you fished out a jacket and put on shoes. You slipped through and hit the grass with a thud. Closing your window behind you, you turn back towards the beginning of the forest.

Suddenly a wave of sadness fills you as you remember how Jin used to always come through the same bushes to see you. Clenching your fist and tucking your jacket tighter over you, you force the thoughts of Jin out of your head.

You push pass the bushes, the light of the moon enough to light your way. You follow a faint overgrown carved out path.  In all truth you had only ventured out a few times into the forest each time with him. Jin had always warned you that it wasn’t safe, but he wasn’t here to tell you otherwise. You could make your own choices. Remembering that there was a small ravine nearby you began heading towards it knowing it was somewhere nearby. The sounds of crickets was the only thing you heard besides the crunching of your shoes on mulch.

The air grew noticeably heavier with a mist and you could hear the soft sound of water running. Heading down a slope you end up at the shore of a riverbed. The water was running gently over the darkened stones underneath, just a bit further down the river picked up, frothing as it hit protruding stones. You dip your hand into the spring water, the cold causing you to shiver.

For a moment you can imagine that it’s just you in the world.

Tomorrow this would be all but a dream.

From across the bed, along the other shoreline, twigs crunch. Ripping your hand form the water you freeze in place.  Scanning the shoreline, you couldn’t see anything. Your mind pictured a thousand things it could be. Even in the dark you could make out red eyes looking at you. The being shifted to an opening on the shoreline before taking on the large silhouette of wolf. Its fur was black, dark as the sky.

You stayed put, afraid to rile it up by running despite all instincts saying to do so. It stepped closer, entering the water and trudged closer to you. You weren’t ready to die. It held your gaze the entire time. As it grew closer the wolf was larger than what you’d expect to be average, it was more comparable to a grizzly bear.

It kept coming closer and your heart even louder in your ears. You lost your balance falling on your ass with a shriek. You weren’t quick enough to recover as it was hovering over you. You could feel its hot breath fanning over you with its heavy breaths. It growled and your muscles tensed in fear. It just hovered over you, you wondered if it was waiting for you to make a move.

Willing your eyes to open, all at once you felt like you had recognized the beast. “J-Jin?”

Sensing your fear, it then whined. Then he is shifting, limbs elongating and spine curving as he growled through the process. You can’t bear to look at him as you hear the sound of bone cracking and popping. The sound having goosebumps pill your flesh.

"What are you doing out here?" His voice was deep and cold, lacking its usual warmth. When you turn to look at him you no longer see a massive wolf but Jin. His eyes were still red and you stare, trapped within the color. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen it. The tattered clothing that had stuck to his previous form manifested in torn pants, but he was shirtless.

Wrinkling your nose. Just when you thought you could get away from him, he manifest. “I can be here if I want. Who are you to say I can’t?”

His wolf hadn’t settled, taking your challenge personal rather than rational. “Its too dangerous.”

“We haven’t spoken in so long and the first thing you do is yell at me.”

His expression softened, but he still appeared stern. “Go home.”

“Really Jin?”

“Go home!”

“Do you really not care about me? What you said to Jimin, is it really true?”

When he remained quiet, you found your answer. You bit your lip, forcing yourself to suffocate the tears.

“You don’t understand.” He heaved.

“Obviously, so why! Why won’t you talk to me!” Your nerves finally snap. Tears were prickling at your eyes regardless of how much you fought to keep them down.

“Can’t you give me some space! You just need to give me space sometimes.”

“No! This isn’t you, you’d tell me everything. There are no secrets between us. I want answers. Is it that easy to you to throw away everything we have?”

He growled and stepped up to you, inches away looking down at you. Your neck was kinked back staring back at him with equal challenge. His nostrils flare as he takes in your sense. His chest rumbled.

“I don’t want you to know! I don’t want you know about that part of me. So stay out of it! Leave it alone and me alone. I don’t need you.”

Feeling so small, it hadn’t occurred to you that he didn’t see you as important enough. You hated how much you had relied on him. You feel like a child whining to a parent. Maybe the girls were right. Jin would never look at you like that. You were an outsider to his real world anyways. “Fine. You know what, you’re right I don’t understand and never will. I see what I mean to you now.” Tears were rolling down your cheeks but you swiped them away as soon as they broke.

“Y/n.” The anger melted away from his being instantly, realizing what he said. He wants to take it all back, but he can’t find the right words. He stepped towards you and you took two steps back. You wanted to get away from him.

“You’ll never have to see me again.” You laughed, but it wasn’t in humor, instead full of bitterness.

“What?”

“I’m leaving.”

“What do you mean leaving?”

“What do you care Jin? Aren’t you getting what you want? You don’t need me. You’ll never have to worry about me getting in your business or caring about you again. I’m moving tomorrow.”

“Goodbye.” You turned away from him. His red eyes imprinting in your memory like a branding. You swore before you turned away you saw tears, but you refused to believe it.

He had made his bed, now he had to lay in it.

When you remained quiet, Jin began packing his stuff quietly realizing his outburst. You can only assume he remembered the same thing.

Sighing heavily he tries to dispel the anger, his eyes flashing back to normal. “We’ll discuss things later.”

You hate that it makes your heart sink. You don’t like that he’s pushing you away. He had done it before, but he wasn’t going to do it again. “Of course I don’t, so explain it to me now.”

He ignores you and makes towards the door. Before he makes it you grab onto his forearm. “Will you listen. Don’t walk away from me.”

His body stiffens instantly, although his chest was still heaving. When he turns to look at you, you let go of him like you had been burned. You crossing your arms over your chest protectively. Knowing he no longer plans to leave you follow up, “Look, I don’t know as much as I thought. Don’t punish me for it. I just want to solve this case as you do.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I just…imagining someone claiming—.“

Your chest deflated too with his reaction it gave you an unspoken conclusion. He had a mate. You should’ve known better than to let your thoughts trail on earlier. Instead you focused on his apology. “We need to work together right? This is our last case here and we can get through this professionally.”

“Can we?”

You smirked, “I can behave if you can.” You straightened up, extending out your hand to him, “Let’s call a truce or something.”

He accepted it, but still held onto it which was something you didn’t expect. “Something?”

“I mean do you have a better status to call whatever this is?”

“Truce implies I hate you. I don’t hate you.”

The way Seokjin looked at you felt like he was truly looking at you. You almost felt paralyzed as you couldn’t look away. His words felt—genuine. But you refused to lean into that, you didn’t want to read into his words too much. You rolled your eyes, unconvinced pulling your hand out of his. “Okay, alright, I said behave”

“Really. I don’t.” Weakly he smiled.

“So truce or not?”

“Okay.” He answered.

“Okay.” You repeat back.

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

“Give me your phone.”

You pulled out your phone and handed it to him. He saved his phone number, calling himself, before handing it back. “Don’t abuse it now.”

You scoffed, nearly choking on your own saliva. Unable to stop yourself from laughing in disbelief. “You wish.”

He genuinely laughed, the high pitch sound unique and squeaky. Turning to leave, he paused in the doorway looking over his shoulder. “Another thing.”

You hummed, looking at him expectantly. You saw the cheeky smirk before it bloomed. “Keep the messaging to during the daylight hours, alright.”

“Seokjin!”

He closed the door quickly behind him, evading your spitfire.

He isn’t sinking back into your life. You aren’t even friends. You both were going to go your separate ways after the internship, and you were never likely to run into him again.

You had nothing to lose.

Truce.

Shutting the door behind you a bit harder than necessary, you toe off your heels and hook your keys up.

Your roommate, Mia, was already sprawled out on the couch. Slumping right next to her and crowding her out. The sounds you emit sounded like a deflating air mattress as you groan.

“Yikes, that bad of a day?” Shuffling to adjust herself again on the couch.

Closing your eyes you nodded. She laughed, clearly not buying the way you played victim. “What did he do today?”

Mia had been a friend you made during college, and quickly became your closets friends. When you both graduated you found yourself needing someone to roommate with while job searching and grad school stuff. You had found out about her being a Kind early on in your sharing of home. She was more surprised to find out that you had already known about it. That’s when you told her about your childhood, leaving out names, all until recently where she was too smart and connected the dots. Wolves and their intuition.

“Okay, first off, not everything isn’t about him. And secondly, how dare you be right about it.”

She laughed, her laptop nearly falling off her lap. You loath her, her and her perceptiveness. She was smart, but sometimes too smart for your own good. “It just—he’s so irritating! I just said one wrong thing today and he exploded. Then we had a truce and get this, he said he didn’t hate me.” Confessing all on your own, you felt accosted just by her silence.

Her eyebrow quirked at that, followed by a cheshire grin. “You two getting along now then? Is that’s what’s upsetting you?”

“No. It’s just—he played the good guy and it made me feel stupid. I have been doing my best and then he comes along and makes me feel—ughh! It’s just this case is stressful. I feel way out of my depths.”” You have your hands in the air scratching at the air.

“Leave then.” She shrugged, stating the obvious solution. She already had let this type of complaining go in one ear and out the other. Since the beginning of your internship you had come home and vented about your day, mostly revolving around him as the topic of choice. How he irritated you that day, or simply breathed the wrong way. Even to yourself, the amount of time he has been able to rile you up lately has become annoying.

“I can’t just leave, you know how hard I worked for this. You know how important this place is. Besides, I need it to graduate.”

“Well then, why were you arguing anyways? What does this have to do with your case?”

“Everything to do with it.”

She nodded. Realizing it must not be within your realm she opens up, “Need insight?”

You shifted on the couch tucking your legs underneath you. “What’s marking or ‘laying claim’?”

She turned to you, “Are you serious?” For the first time in your friendship you saw her blush. She was always forthcoming with sexuality and whatnot, so this was out of character for her.

“Yes.”

“Did he ask you about it?”

You squinted at her, “No, why?”

She cleared her throat, waving her hand, “No, nothing.”

“Well its not PG-13.” She licked her lips.

“Well thank goodness I’m not a virgin maiden in waiting. What is it? You’re stalling.” Her reaction made you infinitely more curious.

“Okay, well honey, when two mates, who love eachother very much—.”

“Oh god, stop it, please be serious for once!”

She laughed. “Fine. It’s a sacred ritual that connects two mates together. Or in layman terms, two soulmates together via a bite mark. It acts like rings? But its more than that. Its hard to explain.”

“Soulmates?” You suffocated the scoff. Out of all things she said to be appalled at. “That doesn’t exist.”

She smiled at you. “They do! You humans just don’t believe it because you’ve corrupted the system.”

“So it can’t it just be anyone? You know, fall in love and just know that person is it, the one?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s this instinctual feeling. This soul connection. You’ll know it when you feel it kind of thing.”

“Ugh, that’s what she said too.” You rubbed at your temples. “I can’t use a feeling as evidence.”

You sighed, “I can’t tell you about the case, but hypothetically if this happened. Hypotheticals only.”

She suffocated a laugh, rolling her wrist in a circle, hand gesturing for you to continue.

“So hypothetically, the client was hypothetically marked by someone other than her mate. What does that mean—hypothetically?”

Her face sobered, “Are you serious?”

You nodded.

Fiddling with her fingernails, she looked genuinely troubled. “How can that even happen?” She mumbled to herself before she turned to you. “I don’t know of any worse punishment. The pain that comes with that either is unimaginable. It’s violation of not only culture, but its inhumane. The human equivalency of forced marriage, but even then that equivalency doesn’t compare how bad it is. Murder, maybe?”

“What would happen to the one who bit the other…hypothetically?”

“Normally, death. There would be a match between the actual mate and the one who bit until death, but times have changed. The punishment is still severe.”

You take pause realizing how serious it all was. You weren’t sold to the idea of love, or soulmates, but being forced in a marriage the idea made you sick. You finally could see why Seokjin was so upset earlier. Sighing heavily you let your head fall back on the couch onto the cushion stared at the ceiling. How could you find evidence against this guy then?

“We gotta make him pay.” Looking towards her. “Do you think a guy who has a separate family would leave a paper trail?”

“You just need to find his social accounts. Cheaters usually have multiple accounts under different pseudonyms. Their downfall though is that most guys are stupid enough to not undo the geo tag or take the photos all in the same place.”

“I’ve already looked into it. He only has one account. It’s pretty generic, nothing telling.”

“But have you?” She gave you this side eye. “He must have a fake account then. Probably all his closets friends follow it, so we just have to find a similar name that seems to be a generic account.” The whole time she had been speaking to you she had been doing the research.

“Done.”

Your jaw dropped. She did that so fast. Could you blame her though, as an IT specialist she knew the ins and outs of things like this.

“You evil genius!” She pulled it back to herself, you scooching to sit next to her so you can watch what she does. Scrolling through, she squinted. “Seems he recently was on this page.” She clicked on link bringing up a page to a club named Fluxx. Scrolling through you both catch a comment under an event from West. The DJ who was playing there apparently was his favorite, him and his boys were going to be there to see it that weekend.  

She turned her laptop towards you. “You’d think he’s in college still.”

“What if…what if I go. I’m sure he isn’t going to just party with his friends. I’m sure he’s going to be there looking for his next victim.”

She shut her laptop, scowling at you. “No. Absolutely not.”

You pout, “Why not? You realize this give me the evidence I need to proof the case.”

“You don’t understand. It’s a club for others. Humans can’t get in here unless you’re someone’s play thing or—.”

“Or what?”

“With someone who is.”

You stare at her expectantly.

“No.”

“Come on!” You whine, tugging at her sleeve.

“No, this is dangerous!” She set her laptop on the coffee table, moving away from you so you couldn’t provoke her. Getting up form the couch she headed towards the kitchen. You sigh following after her. She reached into a cabinet for a mug.

“Don’t treat me like a child.”

She slammed down her mug, and you jumped. You had never seen her upset. She turned to you with a look of disbelief. “Child? This isn’t a game, y/n. You apparently don’t what kind of shit you’re getting into. My kind have to live in the shadows, and do you know what happens in the shadow.” Her comment was rhetoric.

You kept your mouth shut.

“Humans are no longer the superior race in there. Not all kinds are what you think. You’d get eaten alive the moment you let your guard down.”

“I didn’t go through all this trouble to find a good lead to get scared away by the what ifs. Besides, you’ll be there with me, right?”

“They’re not what ifs, y/n.”

“Yes, they are. You went there before and are standing here today.”

“Don’t get smart with me.”

“I’m not. I understand okay! I know you don’t think I do, but I do. I’ve heard it before and I don’t need to hear it from you!”

She turned to look at you with a pointed glare. You stood your ground.

She huffed preparing herself a drink. You stared at her back. For a moment you held doubt. What if she was right. What if you were getting yourself in something bigger than you anticipated. Picturing back to earlier in the day to Gloria and the amount of fear she had regarding her husband had your stomach sinking. The look that Seokjin had, the anger in him, and now hearing of the significance. The sense of justice found itself rooting in you even thicker.

“Alright.”

Pushing off the counter you were leaning on, Mia dropped the spoon she was using to swirl her drink in the sink noisily.

“You’re planning on going anyways aren’t you.”

Painting her with a look of exhaustion and resolve. “I am.”

“How?” she tossed her hands up in the air.

“I don’t know, I always figure things out somehow.”

She picked up her mug pushing past you then picking up her laptop going into her room. She slammed the door.

You slumped back onto the couch. Biting on your thumb. How were you supposed to get in now?

She came storming out of her room thirty minutes later. Rubbing her temples with a look of distress.

“Can’t you just hire a PI or something?”

“No, you yourself said being a kind is a secret. I can’t hire someone to watch him.”

She bit her lip, “Do you have to be this stubborn?”

You chuckled. “Yes. A woman’s life is going to be decided if or not I can prove her husband is a dick. Even if that means putting myself out there to prove it. I really want justice for her.”

“God, I really hate you sometimes.”

You smirked sitting up. “Does that mean you’ll get me in.”

“I swear to God if you get hurt—.”

“We won’t, I won’t.” You rushed towards her wrapping her in a hug. “Thank you, this means a lot. You know I wouldn’t ask something form you if I didn’t mean it right.”

She sighed. “Yes.”

“You owe me big time!”

“Whatever you want darling, the world is ours!”

Finding yourself back at the office after finishing all your classes in the morning. You were exhausted. The week, on top of the internship, had been exam heavy. You found it difficult to raise your head from your desk. Luckily for you, the office was nearly empty including of the other three. All others were at their campus or otherwise. You purposefully came on this day to get your work done.

Your phone pinged, notifying you got a text. With your hand you blindly searched for your phone dragging it so you could look at it form your lap with your head still on the table.

You sat up when you noticed who had texted you. You blink at the ID a few times.

Partner in Crime [2:07 p.m.]: We should meet up to work on the case.

You knew enough to deduce it was Seokjin.

You [2:09p.m.]: Who’s this?

Partner in Crime [2:10p.m.]: Are you serious?

You [2:10p.m.]: I’m at the office now.

Pain in the ass [2: 12pm]: Can you meet me at my school’s library in thirty? The office is nearby. I’ll buy you a coffee.

Location sent.

You contemplate. You just wanted to go home. Deal with the case more after this weekend after going to the club. You want to present all your finding and seal the deal all in one session. However, the thought of coffee was convincing enough to have you texting back.

You [2:20pm]: Okay. Be there soon.

Pain in the ass [2:21pm]: I’ll meet you outside.

You found yourself standing outside of the library half an hour later, staring up at the towering building. This was their library? This looked more like a historical site. Well it explained why the tuition here was so expensive. He went to the ivy school, one of the best, if not the best, law programs in the nation. You eyed things with envy. You had applied for this school too, it was a dream of course. But you suppose going to state university granted you only so much prestige.  

“The clouds telling you something?” You jump when Jin comes up next to you.

You glare at him. He’s laughed. “Sorry, you looked so lost in your thoughts. Didn’t actually think I’d scare you. Here.” He handed you the other coffee in his hand.

You accepted it gladly, fingers feeling frozen, but pause. “You didn’t poison this right?”

“No, that’d be too easy.”

You nearly snort into your cup. “Spoken like a true soon to be lawyer.”

You miss the endearing stare he gives you as you begin walking up the stairs. He quickly catches up with you putting a hand on the small of your back when a large group of students come your way. He guides you up the stairs keeping you close with the abundant of students pouring in and out. You suppressed the squeak you wanted to let out. His hand was large and warm, the touch radiating through your coat. Your mind tells you you should move away, but you don’t. He leads you to the lower floor where to your surprise was just as magnificent as the base floor. The gothic architecture feels almost as if you’re entering a cathedral. The tables were dark oak wood and heavy looking ordered in long rows of five. Green banker lamps were in the center of each table basking the old scratched up wood in golden light.

Leading you to a table secondarily inward, he took a seat next to you.

Finding it odd, you debate on moving, but you neglect to comment on it. He settled into the seat looking none the more comfortable. Settling in you pulled out your laptop plugging it into an outlet underneath the table. You needed a second to re-center yourself. You didn’t like that you instead of revulsion like you expected to, you felt his presence give you a sense of security. It’s all dangerous, the feeling all too close to the ease you used to have with him.

“Have you come across any new leads?” Jin asked.

You quirked you head, having been so lost in your thoughts. “Huh?”

“New leads?”

“Oh, yeah.” You bring it up a on your laptop and show him. “I found his secret Bookface account. It’s even under a different name, Ethan Miller. He must have many identities and more accounts than this one.”

He brought his arm up resting it on the back of your chair, bringing the both of you closer. You flush thinking nothing of it as his thick thigh brushes yours as he leaned in.

“How’d you find it?” He clicks through the photo album. Pictures of ‘Daniel’ and children appear that look very much like him. Children who were not his with Gloria.

“I know people.”

He looked mildly impressed. “I see, if you tell you’ll have to kill me kind of scenario.”

Shrugging with a bit of pride you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned on the desk. Lamely you shot a single finger gun at him. Realizing how lame it was you quickly tucked your finger back into your fist and crossing your arms. When did you do lame things like that ever?  He laughed, and you tried to ignore the embarrassment.

“Anything else?” He was so close to you when he looked up. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker down to his lip for a second as he mouthed the words. You quickly brought them back up to his eyes, the dark chocolate color another vortex. Heat rises to your cheeks and he could probably hear your heart picking up in pace. It didn’t help that from how close he was you could smell the cologne he wore, which made you want to lean in and press your face to smell it from his skin. Heat flushes even hotter through you, how brazen of your thoughts were getting.

Remembering he asked you something you answer more breathier than you would like. “No.”

When he straightens up, you were glad he didn’t comment on it. You contemplated telling Jin where you were going, but you keep your mouth shut. You could handle it on your own, all you needed to do was bring the evidence.

You cross your legs attempting to move away from him.

He nodded, taking screenshots before moving on. He finds the photos of his other family just like you did, and the other woman too. He carefully zoomed in squinting at the image of the woman.

“She’s wearing a scarf and in a majority of them.”

“Didn’t take you to be in the fashion police.” That has him snorting a laugh before he goes back to the page. He looked around, finding no one in any of the other rows, you both completely had the basement floor to yourselves. “He must’ve marked her, or newly marked her when they took these photos. She’s trying to cover up the bruising.”

“Is that so abnormal?”

“Well, not necessarily. We just heal rapidly, cuts heal within hours. Marks do take a bit to heal, but it usually heals within a day if cared for properly. But just the way she hiding it and the bruising, It means she’s human. Kinds know marks aren’t meant to be covered up. They’re something sacred and to be worn proudly.”

“So…?”

With his head propped onto his hand he turned to you, eyes boring into you. That feeling arises in your stomach again. The way he was looking at you felt deeper than just a simple glance. You think back to when he said he didn’t hate you. The words still feel impossible.

“Human mates are rare.” Without letting you question it he says, “Bruising could mean it never healed because her body is rejecting him.”  

“Wouldn’t he be feeling some repercussions too? It’s a two-way thing right?”

“Yes, but it seems that he’s not being affected. Gloria would have mentioned illness or signs of hyper aggression.” He scrolls over the images. “You’d expect this kind of behavior from—.” Again he pauses, lost in though.

“From what?”

“A rogue.”

You squint. “English, please.”

He smiles at you. “An exiled wolf. When we don’t have a pack for too long our sense of direction becomes distorted. Signs are aggression, loss of humanity and morality, eventually they lose their its ability to revert.”

“And you think he’s one?”

He leaned back in his seat. “It’s plausible.”

“Let’s go through his account and gather more evidence. I can began transcribing the interview. We can do case search too if we have time.”

He nodded his head. You send him the link to West’s account and begin sectioning out the work. Surprisingly, you had worked quietly next together, no bickering. It was—pleasant.

“How’s school going?” His husky voice breaks you out of your concentration. He was still looking at the laptop and writing down notes.

You hummed. “Getting by, you?”

“Same.” He hums back and the lull begins again. You bite at your lip, curiosity getting the better of you. “Why did you decide to go to law school? Weren’t you going to become a chef?”

He had always told you when he was younger, he wanted to become a chef. “Duty called.”

“Let me guess, pack stuff?”

He nods, not missing the way you said it. “I’m expected to become a council member when I graduate. I’m going to take my father’s position and practice in the kind’s court.”

You didn’t know much about his family, things were always surface when you were younger. Playtime and other things taking precedence. You had no idea his father was a lawyer. You had only spoken to his parents a handful of times. His mother was the one who spoke to you mostly, his father was a stoic man.

“But, your dream?”

“I still cook, I just don’t do it professionally.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No, I’m happy.”

You thoughtful consider his words. It pains you a little to know he gave up his dream.

“How are they, your pack?”

A fatherlike smile comes on his face. “They’re all well, Namjoon is to be the next pack leader. The others are all doing their own thing, but they’re doing great.”

You smile, the fond memories of the boys resurfacing. “I miss them.”

“Why’d you leave then?”

There it is. The conversation the both of you had been avoiding this whole time. You had asked him something so personal and now he was returning it. The implication of the question wasn’t only why you left town, but him. You knew that, both physically and emotionally. You don’t know if you could offer him that though.

Abruptly your smile leaves you. “My dad got a job here in the city. I had no choice.” Your tone was frigid despite how much you wanted it to sound neutral.

“That’s the only reason?” He didn’t buy it. Based on his tone he sounded hurt. Knowing there was another reason. You hated that he could still read you.

You shrug, maintaining your stance. “Yes.”

“Bullshit.” His voice comes out clipped and sharp.

“What other reason would I have Seokjin?” Willing your voice to stay leveled, you begin using a voice you only use in professional settings.

“You left me.” He spoke the pain that he had held within. When you look over to him his eyes are red.

Leaning back in your chair, you crossed your arms over your chest. You wanted to remain unaffected, but you wanted to reach out to him. You felt the urge to touch him, but your anger kept you steady. “I didn’t leave you, you weren’t there. How can you say I left when you weren’t there.”

“You know that’s not true.” He accused, gaze darkening.

“It’s true.”

“I tried, but you wouldn’t answer.”

“That’s bullshit Jin and you know it. For months you ignored me.” Using his words back at him you choked on your words towards the end. You want to say, ‘you didn’t need me’, but the word hung heavy on your tongue, too hurtful even to yourself. You know that you didn’t try to reach out because after what those supposed friends said, it was made true when he just suddenly left. The prioritizing of his pack over you. All your feelings for him were crushed. Heartbreak was easier to deal with when you didn’t have to see their face.

He growls out, “I had things in the pack to handle.”

“Good excuse.” You knew he avoided you for other reasons, it was beginning to urk you that he wasn’t voicing it.

“I couldn’t help it. I was being initiated and had my first complete shift. It was a lot.”

“It’s different and you know it. I—forget it.” You wanted to say so much more, confess how you used to love him. Those feelings feel trivial now, even if they still exist in the present. The realization of the words, even though spoken in your mind had you reliving the pain all over again.

He falters and you almost feel guilty. A darkness spreads over the atmosphere. You spend a moment staring at one another. There is a tension between you two. Yet you can’t deny it’s like magnets. You feel drawn to him despite it all. Always have been. The knowledge of that has you shattering inside.

You stand up. “I’m going to look for a case study.” The wooden chair screeches against the floor. You needed to get away, to cool down. The sound of your shoes echo with the emptiness of the library.

Slinking between the bookcases you keep walking until you are deep within, feeling far enough where you can breathe again. Leaning against a bookshelf you sigh heavily. How come he had this much effect over you still?

Suddenly you feel heat overcome you as Jin suddenly towers over you. Softly his chest rumbles in hushed growls as he caging you in.

“Seokjin, leave me alone.”

When he doesn’t move you attempt to escape, placing your hands on his firm chest and pushing him. Unsurprisingly he doesn’t budge, but he shifts to keep you within his outstretched arms on the bookshelf. His gaze is intense, the red seeming to glow. “No, why do you run away when the conversation gets difficult?”

Humiliation clouds you. “Don’t patronize me.”

“Seokjin I’ve never run, it was you. I stopped chasing when I realized you had other priorities then and I wasn’t one of them. You said so yourself. Simple as that.”

You see him register the memory. His expression turns bitter. “That’s not true.” Gaze narrowed, his hands turn white as he clutches the shelf behind you. “I didn’t ignore you on purpose. Things were complicated and there was a lot I didn’t understand yet.”

“Good excuse.”

“It isn’t!”

“So what?”

“I realized something that—.”

“You didn’t need me.” The words come out of your mouth quietly finishing the sentence for him.  

“No!” he growled.

“Keep telling yourself that.” You bit back the feeling of tears. “What do you gain Seokjin from this, huh? Reliving the past? It’s not then anymore. The us, whatever it was, is not now. And nothing will change that.”

The bookshelf creaked under his grip. “Don’t. Don’t say things like that.”

“What? That I’m no longer that young naïve girl? The one that used to follow you around? The one that used to think you were—.” The word mine dies on your tongue. “I don’t need you anymore and haven’t for a while, face it.”

“Please don’t cry.” He looked at you sadly.

You hadn’t realized you were crying. Attempting to wipe your tears, Jin hand took yours holding it while he caressed your face with the other wiping it away for you.

“Please don’t. I can’t handle it.”

He lowers his head and kissed you. The first press of his lips was gentle but deep. A small whimper escapes you; he rumbles in response pressing you closer to the bookcase. His hand dictates yours onto his shoulders while it wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him. It was making you dizzy with how good it felt.

He pulled away warm breathes of quiet between you two. You slowly open your eyes meeting his fiery ones. The warmness and adoration of it catching you off guard. The boyish loopy smile that followed had your heart melting. He lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours. His lips press against yours again unyielding. You had imagined this before, but this felt better. He kisses your jaw down to your neck. You shiver. The implication of it is not lost on you. He trailed back up finding your lips again in a harsh mesh. With a sigh he pried your mouth open. He moans your name.

Bringing you back to reality. “I—We can’t.”

This wasn’t right on many levels, but most importantly, didn’t he have a mate? Why was he kissing you? You had messed up, messed up big time. How had you caved so easily when he kissed you. You hate that you liked it so much too. You realize from the moment you both met again that the feeling you worked so hard to suppress came back strong. This was a mistake from the beginning. He still makes your heartbeat like it used to.

Seokjin’s arms were still extended towards you. “Why not?”

“I can’t—we can’t.”

You do what you do best. You run. Your heart breaks again for the second time.

Standing outside in line in the dead of fall would have to be the last place you wished to find yourself. The bombing bass thumped through the walls and neon lights outlined the vicinity. Other patrons in line to the club seemed at ease with the near freezing temperature. You suppose its a caveat of being human that your body didn’t run naturally warm. You had been to clubs throughout your college days, but they were far in between. Except this wasn’t any regular club, Fluxx was meant for the underworld. Those of the other kind.

Crossing your arms over your chest you attempt to conserve as much heat as possible. The fire within only kindled by the fact that you are only doing this for the case. The dress you had borrowed form Mia after she had deemed your choice to tame barely covered anything. It was too tight and you were sure that everything underneath was outlined.

Your phone vibrates in your clutch. You step away from Mia, although she was distracted chatting up some guy in the line. You answer it without looking at the ID.

“Hello?” Plugging your other ear with your finger.

“There’s something you need to know.” Jin’s voice comes through. You startle looking at the phone to check if it really was him. After what happened yesterday you hadn’t expected to never speak to him so soon.

Putting it back to your ear. “Can it wait?” You hiss.

“No.”

“What is it?”

“I talked to Yoongi about him being a rogue. It all checks out. I don’t know how much longer before he turns.”

You bite your lip, heart pausing in your chest. You stare at the club for a moment contemplating what you are about to do. You knew what you were doing was dangerous, entering territory still uncharted to you. However, this was the best way to get more proof.

“Y/n? Y/n did you hear me?”

His voice comes back into your ear, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Are you out right now?”

Form the corner of your eye you notice a bouncer going down the line, eyeing those standing in line. Mia grabs your elbow pulling you back to her. You hadn’t told her what happened yesterday. Unable to articulate it either. She mouthed to you, “Everything alright?”

“Where are you?” Jin asked.

You nodded to her.

“I gotta go.”

“Y/n, wait—.” You hung up on him tucking your phone back in your purse.

The bouncer scanned you over before looking to Mia. The smile that bloomed on his face was a bit salacious. “Go on in ladies.” Mia grabbed your arm pulling you to bypass the line. Going through the entrance, the dark narrow hallway, you focus on your footing as it was hard to see. The deep house thumping grew louder until it opened to a large room. Strobing lights were made opaque by the hazy air, thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. Bodies were moving to the music as Mia pulled you towards the bar. You were nearly knocked twice by people too drunk to notice or have body awareness.

Mia had already given you the rundown of what to expect. She had spent at least two hours lecturing you on what goes on. These clubs were not just host to one kind, but all. The fact that you were human would send off a few sense and mixing alcohol in the situation it makes things a bit more dangerous. It had already been decided early on that you both would split up.

Mia leaned in at the bar catching the bartender’s attention and ordered for the both of you. Without turning back.

“Spot him yet?”

Scanning the crowd, you look over the bodies, none of them striking familiarity. It isn’t until you scan the private section where the tables are do you find him.

Mia receives the drinks, handing you the soda. Stealthily she looked over spotting the area of where you were looking.

“I’m not getting good vibes Y/n.”

You nearly snorted into your drink. “It’s a club of course you don’t. This place is grimy and full of fuck boy energy.”

Her lips lift in a smile, but it doesn’t stay. “I’m serious.” Biting her lower lip in uncertainty, leaning in she spoke into your ear, “Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah.” An important detail you left out was telling her that he was a rogue. You knew that just like Jin she would talk you out of it. To her he was just a douchebag and you were just an ordinary girl hitting on him.

“I’ll come find you. Don’t do anything stupid okay.”

You nodded. She disappeared into the crowd weaving into the swaying bodies dancing seamlessly, leaving you at the bar.

You spotted him leaning into a woman, holding her by the hips and grinding to the beat. She wasn’t any woman you had found on his social media before. You snuck photos pretending to take selfies then going through a few other apps. Seeing him move away from her at the change of the song you took your cue. Moving through the dance floor you approximated yourself. Your heart was beating in your fingertips, fist tightly clutching at your drink. Steps beside him you went into action. Stumbling slightly in front of him, you spilled your drink on his black slacks. He growled as soon as the cold liquid spilled all over him.

Trying to swipe off the drink, “What the fuck!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You played up to the image of innocence and a naïve human.

He paused in his attempt at brushing off the liquid. “A human. What are you doing here sweetheart?” When his eyes meet yours, they don’t just look they linger. The girl he had been speaking to completely forgotten. His eyes flicker down from your face to your body, lingering in erogenous zones before meeting your eyes again. Pretending you didn’t notice, you suppress the urge to smile knowing he’s playing into it.

Now that you were closer you couldn’t deny that the guy was attractive. It made sense how he was able to play so many. His tousled hair was dark and silky. His eyes were piercing and intimidating.

Seokjin’s words ringing in your ear again. Don’t know how much longer we have until he turns. Why did you have to think of him now at all times.

Touching his leg over the stain you squeezed it suggestively still pretending innocence of attempting to clean it. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a clutz.”

“Hold on princess. Take me to dinner first.” He grabbed your hand, but kept it over his legs.

You couldn’t explain it, you felt his touch turning nausea within you.

“Can I pay you to get it cleaned?”

“This thing? I got twenty more, its fine.”

You leaned in, putting your hand on his chest. “Is there another way I can repay you?”

That had him quirking his brows before a twisted grin bloomed on his face. “Got any ideas babygirl?”

You leaned in, playing with a button on his button up. “I can think of a few wolf boy.”

He growled clearly taking on the challenge. “My names Daniel and don’t forget it baby girl.”

He leaned in to capture your lips but you turned to the side. You whispered into his ears, chuckling, “Don’t tease me baby. you’re going to bring the beast out in me.”

Pretending his words were stimulating, you giggled, tossing your head back. Biting your lip you gave him a doe eyed look, “Let’s take this somewhere else.” Blinking up at him, “Please.”

He took your hand leading you through the crowd. You didn’t have time to search for Mia in the crowd, but you had hoped she saw you. He moved towards the back towards an exit door. He pushed open the door you were pulled out into the back alley. As soon as the door closes the noise of the club softened, and Daniel’s labored breathing is the loudest sound. Fog had settled in over the city, and you could see a group of guys lingering just at the entrance, the ember of their cigarette light.

Stepping closer to you he caged you against the damp brick wall. His overwhelming smell of alcohol was suffocating as he leaned in with a smirk on his lips. He leaned in close enough that his breath fanned over the side of your face. Moaning and humming, “You smell like a bitch, hard to believe your just human baby girl.”

“I’ve always had a bit of wild in me.” You smirked.

Throwing his head back as he laughed, then lowering his head following with a groan. He bit the bait. He presses himself closer to you, enjoying the soft curves of yore body against his. Leaning in to speak with hot breath into your ear, “I can tame you. You’d like it if I’d put you in your place right.”

Goosebumps pimpled over your whole being, except it wasn’t because of him. Something changed in the air. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, like a radar beeping when a target was nearing. Breaking eye contact with Daniel you turned towards the alley where your instincts were indicating something was coming. In turn you exposed your neck to him. Daniel rumbled contently in appreciation at your action. He leaned in sniffing your skin, trailing his nose along the column. The action having your stomach twist in a sudden nausea.

The radar in your chest pinged its loudest as through the dense, grey fog you saw red eyes. A shadowed figured, large and imposing, began taking form of the owner of the red eyes. They were heading towards you at a face pace like when a predator locked in on its prey. A harrowing growl comes from the shadow sends a shiver down your spine. Daniel was so lost in your scent he didn’t realize the figure coming at breakneck speed.

When the figure was close enough you finally caught a glimpse of the shadow.

In a whisper, “Jin.”

Fire burned in his eyes, as he struck like a missile. It all happened in a blur of motion; Daniel was ripped from hovering over you. The vicious growls that came from both beings was terrifying. Jin’s anger had always been cold and blunt. You had only seen it once before, but even then, that time feels minute to what happened in front of you. You had never seen him fight before. Fist struck and the sound of bone cracking was like thunder. It was gruesome.

Daniel lost his balance, his eyes turning red as well. Their heavy breathing steamed around their mouth, their fangs elongated to their lower lip. Daniel twitched seemingly resisting shifting fully. However, Jin was the larger of the two, his body partially shifted. His muscles bulged against the fabric of his clothes. The buttons of his dress shirt barely maintained against this broad chest. His sleeves were rolled up, veins pulsing against his muscular forearms. He was out for blood.

“What the fuck man! Get your own bitch!” Daniel growled at Jin, still maintaining his goal of getting you. When Daniel’s eyes shifted over to you, Jin charged him as the scent of lust filled the air. He grabbed at Daniel’s throat, moving backwards until he slammed him to the wall. He held him growling out words you couldn’t make out until he felt Daniel fall unconscious. His heart was still beating. Released him and let him slump to the floor, hovering over him like a predator.

“Jin.” The quiet whisper of his nickname has him coming back down to earth. He whipped around finding you leaning against the wall, knees weak. Your eyes were wide taking in his face. His eyes the deepest red you’ve ever seen, fangs over his lips, and body near feral. However, as soon as he sees that you, it dropped from him and he looking more like a puppy. He hurried over to you. Instead of greeting he grabbed your chin and angled your head to the side to get a glance at your neck. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was still more wolf than man at the moment. He leaned forward and whined. Your heart stopped in your chest. His body was warm sending a shiver down your spine. His scent was comforting. You hate how good it feels, you hate that your body relaxed instantly when he came to save you. As if you already know everything was going to be alright. To trust and rely on him felt so foreign, but so familiar.

He pulled away but you were so close you could make out his eyelashes individually. He growled, “What were you doing!”

Suddenly what you had been trying to forget comes back full force. Why was he acting like he cared so much? You curled in on yourself, the pettiness returning. “I could’ve handled myself.”

“Oh really? You were just going to let him mark you?” He seethed with an anger like wildfire.

You tried to remain indifferent. “I don’t see what the problem is. It’s just a bite, it’ll heal. I’m not one of you.”

Ignoring him, you pulled your phone out from your pocket showing him that you had a recording going. “I got it.” You pressed pause and saved the file. You hadn’t realized your hands were shaking, the adrenaline of it all still coursing through you.

His brows furrowed. “What?”

“I recorded everything. I even took pictures of him with other women. We can use this as evidence.”

“Y/n?” The moment shatters and you search for the familiar sound of your name.

You see your friend stumbling drunkenly through the door out into the empty alleyway.

“I’m here to save you!” For being a kind, her alcohol tolerance was low. She turned towards you, squinting her eyes. “Whoa, who’s the hot guy? Was I interrupting something.”

You pushed Jin away from you slipping past him to support her as her ankle kept rolling due to the uneven asphalt.

Jin didn’t bother smirking or returning the understanding. He was still beyond pissed.

She looked down to the passed out man, “Holy shit.” She looked to Seokjin, seeing the remnants of his partial shift as he hadn’t bothered to transition back. There was a silent understanding of one another between them as he could tell she was the same as him.

“You were supposed to keep watch, how could you get drunk?”

“I didn’t mean to, I was feeling really nervous about all this. I needed to calm my nerves, so I had a few drinks.”

“We’ll talk in the office.” You directed your words to Seokjin before you began walking away with Mia.

“No, I’m taking you home.”

Mia wiggled her eyebrows. “Can you stay forever?”

You shushed her, bewildered by her behavior. The intense glare he was giving you had you agreeing. “Fine.”

Walking towards his car in silence. She squinted, then her eyes then widened thinking she was whispering to you, “Oh my god is he the one you’ve been talking nonstop about.”

You hush her. “Shut up.”

Through the walk Jin had shifted himself back. A black Audi RS7 beeped as Jin unlocked his car. Mia whistled, “He’s rich.”

“Mia!” You whisper yelled at her. “Please, behave!”

She nodded holding her hands up in an apology. “I’ll behave. I’ll behave.”

You slip into the back with Mia. Her head falls on your shoulder. You gave him your address. He presses the car to start and pulls away. Not long your friend falls asleep, her head falling asleep on your shoulder. You caught him looking at you a few times through the rear-view mirror, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

Pulling in the parking lot of your complex, Jin got out first then opened the door for you. He helped you with Mia and supported her up.

Going to the first floor of your apartment complex you made sure Jin was following you with Mia. Shoving the key in your door you let him in, leading him through your apartment to her room. He laid her down onto her bed. You began helping take her shoes off, Jin leaving to go to the living room. Taking a moment to help her clean up and ready for bed. She smiled at you partially awake, partially asleep.

“What?” You smiled back.

Giggling, “He likes you too.”

You froze, staring at her incredulously before you played it off as she was too drunk to know what she was talking about. “You’re drunk go to sleep.”

She shook her head. She grabbed your hand staring you directly in the eyes. “No, I’m sure.”  

“He already has a mate.”

Her eyebrows squinted. “No he doesn’t. He doesn’t smell like it.”

You refrained form rolling your eyes. “You wolves and your weird olfactory fixation.”

She sighed then let go, allowing her eyes to close as she fell asleep. You remained crouched by her bed, trying to decipher her words. Jin, didn’t have a mate? And liked you? She must mean that he tolerated you, civil at most. The kiss the other day meant nothing, you were sure of it. It was spur of the moment, high stress and you both didn’t know what you were doing.

She was drunk what did she know.

Standing up with a click to your knees you groaned, you were exhausted. The adrenaline finally wearing away of what happened earlier. Seeing Jin standing in your living room was awkward. He was looking at the photos on the wall. Specifically staring at a photo of when you were younger and Jin was also in it. You both looked so happy, with paint on both of your faces and white shirts.

You hesitate, weirdly feeling as if you were caught with something you should be. “Kinda hard not finding a picture of the old days without you in it.”

He looked at you, putting his hand down from touching the edge of the frame.

When he says nothing you clear your throat, “Thank you.”

He turned towards you, sticking his hands in his pockets, humming in acknowledgement.

“I’ll format all the recordings and photos for the—.”

He cut you off. “You looked happy here.” He pointed to the photo next to the one he was touching. It was of you and a few friends at the beach. It was taken the last year of college.

You smirked. “Hey, I know how to have fun. I’m not all business.”

He smirked, “Would’ve fooled me.” You knew he was poking fun. This time you enjoyed it. Turning to you. “You even turned our night off into a work night, at a club no less.”

You couldn’t argue there, in steading biting your bottom of your lip. He follow the motion before looking up. Clearing your throat you changed the subject.  “He said that I was his mate.”

His whole body stiffened. “Impossible.” He crossed the room closer to you, just stopping a foot away.

You looked up at him, the sudden hostility throwing you off. He scanned you over once more. “Are you sure you’re alright? He didn’t touch you?”

“No.” You fought off the blush that threatened to rise to your cheeks. The attentiveness he was giving you was doing things to your heart that you promised yourself you wouldn’t let happen again. You flush suddenly remembering how soft his lips feel.

Nodding seemingly distracted with his thoughts. “I’ll look into that.” He began making his way towards the door and you followed. He stood outside your doorway.

He hesitated before nodding, as if he had contemplated something. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You returned the words in a soft whisper.

He began walking away towards his car.

“Jin.”

He turned around.

“How’d you know where to find me?”

He paused, his face clearly. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest when a smile, an expression you haven’t seen on him. Jin looked like his old self.  “I just went where the wild things are. I knew I’d find you there.”

You laughed, “I hate you.”

A smirk came back to his lips. “Don’t go soft on me now, Y/n.”

You watched him slip into his car before going inside. Alone with yourself you felt unsettled. Lately, it had been happening more. You chalked it up to being stressed, but stress was a constant in your life. This emotion was blaringly obvious to you, but you didn’t understand. Why did him leaving leave a hint of sadness.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, totally. I’ll catch up with you soon.”

Logan pulled a face saying he wasn’t convinced. The others had already gathered their stuff and were heading towards the elevators. Yoongi suddenly threw his arm around Logan’s shoulders. “Let’s go. I need a drink.”

You couldn’t help but smile biting back laughter. Yoongi was a man of few words, but he always knew when to insert himself.  

You turn back to your desk when they’re out of sight. In all truth you didn’t want to go. You wanted peace, and despite wanting to follow the social cues it was the last thing you needed right now.

Accompanied by the lone light from your desk, the silence of the office greets you in full embrace. The electronic whorl of central air kicking on. You busy yourself with “last-minute” paperwork you had purposefully withheld on doing, knowing this celebrating was coming. The case had gone incredibly well, it was easy to prove the divorce with your added evidence. It was set to go to secondarily trial within the kind’s court. You just needed to give yourself enough time to know they were out of the building and you could go home.

“Y/n?”

You looked over your shoulder. Seokjin stood there, you could see wear of the day on him but it somehow painted him like oil paint. His hair was disheveled, and the top buttons of his white button up were undone.

“I forgot my wallet.”

You hum. It’s a bit awkward. Watching him round the desk to his in silence. Ever since you had turned in the case over to Yoongi, you had distanced yourself from him. There had been no incentive to not go because of him. It had been a looming idea over your head though that after this you weren’t going to be seeing him.

He held up his wallet, “Found it.”

“You found it.”

He swallowed tucking it in his pocket. He rounded the desk standing just near yours. His hand was clenched in a fist, words on the tip of his tounge.

“Well, it was great working with you Y/n.”

Standing up you extend out your hand. Staring at it for a moment his eyes soften taking yours in his.

“The truce was sufficient after all.” He joked.

“Don’t get too soft on me now.” You joked back.

He smiled. The handshake had long outlived itself, but you still held his and he held yours.

“Well, this is goodbye.” When you tried letting go his grip tightened. “Jin?”

“I can’t. I can’t keep pretending.”

“Pretending?”

“Pretending I’m okay with you walking out of my life again. Pretending that I’m not effected by you. I can’t. I can’t handle it for the second time.”

His logic was flawed. You didn’t allow your heart to pick up pace, fall into his words. “What do you mean? You said you didn’t need me.”

“I lied. I never meant what I said then. I never wanted to hurt you or push you away.”

Your eyes flicker about his face, looking for signs of deception but couldn’t find it. “Then, why did you?”

“I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t control my wolf. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Jin, you wouldn’t have hurt me.”

“No, I would have. I couldn’t control it back then, the urges were too intense. I’m weak when it comes to you.”

“You can’t mean that.”

“I do though. I was weak, and whenever you would come near me it became harder to control. The night I found you I couldn’t think straight. Now though, I can’t deny it anymore, I know what I want. And I want you.”

“What do you mean? Don’t you have a mate, what are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well don’t you?”

“I’m not seeing anyone or have claimed anyone—yet.”

You pausing looking at his distraught face.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“You don’t?”

“No.” His touches were romantic.

“Well I still don’t see what this conversation has to do with me.” , “Look, I’m not here to get mixed up in whatever.”

“Are you really that oblivious? Do you really not see it?”

“See what?”

He groaned rubbing his hands over his face. “Y/N, you’re killing me here.”

“It’s you. You are my mate.”

Everything froze around you.

Your hands trailed up his chest to wrap around his neck.

“My mate.”

“What?” You freeze. Attempting to put all the pieces of the puzzle together none of it makes sense to you. “You said so yourself humans can’t be mates.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you. You aren’t bound by the same instincts or rules that I am. I was worried, I thought it was only me who felt something. But it’s you, always has been.”

He pulled you closer, and you didn’t fight him.

“Please, I’ll tell you everything, but I need to know. Do you feel the same?”

You swallowed hard. “I do.”

His body melted. “Do you mean that?”

You rolled your eyes. Your hands were around his neck, pulling him down and your lips crashing onto his even before he could finish that sentence. The sudden softness in the midst of the charged tension had you even more sure that you wanted this. The electricity just a kiss from him confirmed it all. You did feel the same way, have for a long time. He reciprocated gripping the sides of your waist and lips moving in tandem with yours. All the built-up tension from before exploded as your tongue brushing against his.

You push him away needing to breath. Tucking his head into your neck he presses kisses into your skin not wanting to part from you. “Why were you so worried? Didn’t you know that I was your mate before?”

“No, we can only begin to find our mates after we’ve fully shifted.“

Finding a place between your neck and collar he nipped at the flesh causing you to moan and shiver. Appreciating the sound he dug his hand deeper into your hair angling your head so he could access it better. “I knew it was you for sure after I shifted, but you were human and I didn’t understand. I had always been told that a mate couldn’t be human. But its been you all along. My elders had tried to talk me out of it, they had tried to keep me away from you. It didn’t help that I had so much to learn after shifting. It didn’t change anything, I kept looking for you. From the first time I found myself in your closet, I was too young to understand destiny, but its always been you.”

You didn’t realize how much you wanted to hear those words from him until he admitted it.

“Why? Why were you so mean.”

“I couldn’t get your attention otherwise.”

You giggled into eachother mouth. “Dumbass, all of this could have been avoided.”

He pinched at your side causing you to shriek.

“Let me take you home.” His voice is low and sweet, and drips like honey.

It takes a second to register what he said, awestruck by how much the words feel common place. “Okay.”

He chases your lips before pulling you along with him. “Wait! I need to get my stuff.”

You laugh at the whine that comes form him as you collect your things form your desk. When you turn around he has his hand extended and you tangle your hand in his. You can’t get the smile off your face. The next movements are rushed as you find yourself in his car. His hand tangles back in yours as soon as he’s in the drivers’ seat.

It takes all about fifteen minutes to get to Jin’s apartment. The moments in between getting there were filled with tension as his hand no longer was just content holding yours but clenching over your thigh and kneading the flesh. Upon reaching his unit he fumbled with the code for a few seconds. When he finally had you inside he pressed himself to you. He no longer appeared to be completely human. His fangs were extended, eyes gleaming red, and he at you like a man starved. He rolls his hips to your center, letting you feel the evidence of his erection tight against his slacks. “Tell me what you want. Anything you want, you can have it.”

“Jin.” You moaned at the feeling of him pressed against your center. You wanted all of him, but you didn’t know how to voice it all. You wanted to feel his weight on top of you, feel him within you and to hold him against you. You wanted more than just that though, but words felt unfulfilling besides his name.

“You really don’t realize what you do to me.” He grabbed under your thighs lifting you up so that your legs rested over his arms while he supported you against the wall. He grinded into you again, his hot breath fanning over your face before he sloppily kissed you.

“You turn me into a beast.”

He shifted so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and he held onto you tightly as he moved towards his bedroom. It all happens so quickly. You were pressed down on his bed with him hovering over you. He tugged at your shirt silently asking for permission to remove it which you give him happily. He pulled it off you delicately, as if you were an art piece he was afraid of breaking. He reached behind you an unhook your bra, tossing it.

He stared for a few moments. You wanted to cross your arms over your chest but he stopped you.

“Beautiful.” He swallowed harshly. He leans down trailing his nose along your sternum before nuzzling at your breast. His hand trailed up the side of your body before reaching your breast and kneading the flesh. His thumb traces over your nipple until they pebbled. With the other his mouth sucked marked into your flesh before taking your nipple into his mouth. You release soft gasp at the gentle pleasure. He switched showering each breast with kisses and small bites until they were both marked.

He propped himself up as he moved his mouth down from your chest to your stomach, caressing your sides. He moved until he was nestled between your legs. Sitting back on his heels he reaches for the waistband of your skirt again asking for permission. Intoxicated on the feeling you nod at him lazily. He pulled it down landing somewhere with your other clothes.

He spread your legs wider fitting himself between your legs. You were so wet that the fabric of your panties stuck to you. Using the slick he traced his finger over your slit, focusing on your clit. Your back arched off the bed, bowing towards the ceiling. It was a simple touch, but you were hypersensitive to his touch. With his face between your legs he looks deliriously in bliss.

The dichotomy of his nature made him an anomaly. He was domineering but tender in each of his approaches. Each motion was made with love, but eagerness to feel you. No partner you’ve had before had been so attentive, trekking your body as it was meant to be explored and learned.

“Shit, Y/n, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

You gasped his name when he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your clit. He chuckled, “Is my name the only thing you can say now?”

You flushed, “Stop teasing me.”

He pressed a kiss to your knee soothing the teasing.

“Fuck, you smell so ready for me.”

“Please.” You pleaded breathlessly.

“Just a taste, please.”

You nodded threading your hands through his hair. He hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down tossing them somewhere in the room. Yanking you forward and closer to him he spreads your legs for him putting you on full display. Kissing up your thighs moving closer to your center. When he places a kiss on your mound before he begins to gently. He sighed against your folds. “Delicious.”

He taste you longer than just a sample as he buries his head between your legs. The sounds of your moans and mewls awaken the cavernous part of him. He growled, the sound sending shivers down your spine and making you even wetter.

“Jin!” you gasp, as he eats you out. When he pushes a finger inside you can’t help but tighten your grip on his hair. It felt so good, the stretch was sending your sensitivity to overdrive. It has been a long time since you’ve had sex with someone, but your cunt was accepting his finger easily. He worked you up and slipped another finger inside you, the stretch causing you to screw your eyes shut. Letting out a pained cry of pleasure and a bit of sting from the stretch.

“Doing so good for me Y/n.” His fingers moved to spread you open, to let him in. He watched you from between your legs as he increased his pace when he felt you relax a bit around him.

He was driving you crazy, the sounds he was admitting as if he was enjoying it more than you was such a turn on. No one had ever made you feel this way, as if he wasn’t just touching your body but your soul.  Your pressing your hips upwards, feeling your end coming near. Your pussy clenches around his finger when he keeps stroking that one spot within you. In combination with his lips on your clit and him finger fucking, you had never felt so much pleasure before.

“I’m—.” Your body tenses and you can feel yourself just on the edge.

“Come for me.” His words commanded you and like a band you snapped. Your walls pulsed around his finger as he kept you through your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean. When he seems your release dripping down from your entrance he leaned down licking it up. He pressed his tongue inside you. The action surprising and jerk, but you couldn’t move away. His tongue moved languidly and rhythmically within you until he was content. He continued to lap of your sweet release until you pushed him away.

He crawled over you. “So good for me. Fate couldn’t have chosen a better mate.” His words were possessive but you didn’t mind it. The word mate fell off his lips so easily.

You came down from the high gradually, chest heaving, and eyes

You see that he was still hesitant to let it through. You reached up cupping his face, gently tracing your thumb. “Let go.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you.” He peppers kisses along your collarbone.

Your fingers make quick work of his shirt. You pause to admire his broad chest. It had been .

He grabs your hand before you reach for the button of his pants.

“Do you really know what this means. Know what I mean when I say you’re my mate and want you?”

“Yes, mark me. Claim me. I want you. I want all of you.”

“Even if it means forever?”

“yes.”

He allows you to undress the rest of him, he kicks off his pants and underwear and he’s completely bare before you.

His endowment makes your thighs clench. His cock was hard, thick and throbbing, the tip ozzing.

Coming down to his elbows he fits himself snuggly between your thighs, cock brushing your pussy. He reaches between you gathering your slick before spreading it over his cock. He teases your pussy by teasing your entrance, and with your slick he coats his cock with it.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum y/n. Knot you so none of it spills out.” He rubbed your hips. “You’d look so beautiful swollen with my pups.”

You couldn’t help but tremble, excitement filling your veins. You wanted to be sated, to feel him inside you already.

“I want it Jin.”

‘Anything for you, my love.”

That was the last warning you got before he was pressing into you. He watched your face as he filled with you with this thick length. You cried out, as you fisted the sheet under you. “Oh my god.”

His grip tightened on your hips enough you were sure they were going to bruise later. He was trembling just as much as you were. Slowly sinking in you he pumped until he was full seated inside you.

“Holy shit, this is way better than I’ve ever imagined.” He paused allowing you to adjust to his size.  

When you shifted against him he took it as a cue to finally move. He pulled out almost the full way before he was sliding back in slowly. It drew out a choked moan from the both of you. His length dragged against your walls hitting that spot each time.

“Harder, please, harder!” You cried out. You trusted him enough to know he would keep his strength in check. You knew he could crush you, as lifting you earlier seemed like nothing to him.

The pace was gentle until he picked up a merciless pace. Each powerful thrust pushed him in deeper to you. You were quickly unraveling approaching your second orgasm in record time. The sensation of everything was addicting as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Tears built in the corner of your eyes.

He mouthed at your neck murmuring, “My mate. My sweet little mate, so good for me. Taking me so well.”

Nearing your orgasm you began trembling in his embrace. “Come again for me, my love. Give it to me.”

You clenched around him, shattering around his cock and in the same moment he sunk his fangs sunk in between your neck and shoulder. The pain meshed with the pleasure into an addictive eliquer that flooded your system.

He kept going. “Too much Jin!”

Licking clean the marking he pulled away from your neck. He pressed your legs up into your chest. He could see his cock going in and out of your swollen lips. He kept pounding into you, somehow reaching deeper into you. “I’m going to fill you up, love. Do you want it baby?”

You nodded. “Give it to me.” Tears were spilling form your eyes from the overstimulation.

With a final slam of his hips his length swelled inside you spilling his seed within you. When you expected it to end his length was still swelling at the base.

“Jin, what’s happening?” Your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Shhh, baby, its okay.” His mouth slipped back over to your neck, kissing over the fresh mark. He peppered you with affection as his hands soothed your flesh. He relaxed your legs until they wrapped around his waist holding you close.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore the knot stopped swelling. You heaved, panting slightly from the painful stretch.

“You did so well.”

You smiled, pulling him to your lips to kiss. The way he was looking at you as if you were his world had you reaching up to cover your face.

“What just happened?”

He stilled, “Do you regret it?”

You pulled your hands away form his face. “No, no, no.” He easily succumbs when you pull him closer to you. You rub your nose against his back and forth, wanting to return the affection. “It was perfect.”

He flushed crimson.

 You spend hours after within eachothers embrace, even when his knot swelled down. You talked, whispered words of affection to eachother and fell into eachothers embrace again. Like the first time his touch is gentle, he praises the moon for bringing him to you. He leaves no part of you untouched, and you his.

You feel at home for the first time in a long time.

When the sun rises, you wake in his arms, head in the crook of his neck, as he held you tightly to his chest. Bodies still bare, you both felt there was no need to cover, he had his hand over your hip. Breathing in the scent of him and . The silence doesn’t feel uncomfortable. The sound of his heartbeat in your ear was calming.

Slowly pulling away from his neck you reach up and caress his face. With your thumb you trace under his eye and cheek with a butterflies touch.

“I love you.”

He smiles. “No. I’m supposed to say it first.”

You quirk a brow at him. “Who says so?”

He opened his eyes, the trails of sleep still evident. “I do. I love you, always have.” He captures your lips in his.

“You stayed.”

You pulled away. “Of course, I would.”

He smiled. “I know, but to have you here. In my bed. Next to me. It all seems like I’m still dreaming.”

“Oh my god, you’re so cheesy, you dork.”

“But you like it.”

Giggling as he peppers kisses all over your face you manage to worm out of his embrace. You jump out of bed. Taking his dress shirt from off the floor you toss it over yourself buttoning up a few buttons. “Don’t sour the sweetness too soon, wolf boy.” You let the last word roll but with no real malice. You know the word will rile him up.

From the bed he watched you. He had never seen anyone more beautiful. You had his heart that was for sure. He tossed the blanket off of himself chasing after you. “You take that back.”

You giggled running down his hall and out of sight with him chasing right behind you.

Even after the wildest journey, some things in life, like home, just won’t change.

[saikitsu]

i know i didn't respond to discord dms yet but expect me to patiently sit at your door like a pitiful minecraft dog waiting for its owner for any oc lore you have even if you don't like what you have 🤲 mutual oc brainrot my beloved

ok all i have abt him is insane ramblings in my journal and like random notes on my phone so i looked up a character sheet on deviant art to try and make it more coherent >< i hope this makes sense :p also he is not a self insert he’s like.. completely another guy. just to clarify -v-

Basics

Name (Nickname): juno (everyone calls him junie for some reason. asmo calls him junebug because he’s insect-like <- will explain that later)

Age: 26 

Gender: whatever. uses he/him.

List three to five most important things about your character.

autistic, prone to paranoia, appears detached (and sometimes is) but is usually very very invested in everything (more than he can handle). easily influenced by the people around him in terms of behavior. cigarette smoker (addicted and doesn’t care to quit).

Physical Details

Build/Body Type/Physical Frame: imagine if a mosquito was a guy.

Height: taller than most humans, shorter than the brothers/royals.

Skin: brown. lots of random discoloration for no particular reason.

Hair: dark brown. reaches his waist. 

Eyes: brown.

Other defining features/extra anatomy: crooked nose (broke it and never went to the doctor). long, thin fingers. not particularly nice to look at.

Habits: bites nails, tries not to talk/verbalize anything as much as he can manage, counts in his head when he is nervous. chainsmokes over a pack a day. 

Gestures/Mannerisms: none at all he’s quite still. will fidget with his hair if nervous but otherwise he’s kind of like a statue. 

Demeanor: bad posture, sort of a nervous/neurotic looking guy. his eyes are large and round so he always has an owlish expression.

Voice: monotone, his emotions aren’t easily expressed with his voice so a change in tone is practically non-existent barring any physical influence on his throat or something. 

Style/Clothing: owns three pairs of jeans and like seven t-shirts he got from a thrift store, the most average wardrobe ever because the thought of being perceived terrifies him. does stick to dark/neutral colors when he can because brighter colors are very overwhelming for him to look at. no real sense of style it means nothing to him/confuses him.

Personality

Part One: Basic Info

Loves/Favorites: menthol newports, MMORPGs and platformers, nonfiction media, slice of life media, extremely tight hugs, philosophy (kierkegaard-pilled), any foods with a soft/smooth texture like mashed potatoes or ice cream or something, others expressing joy around him.

Hates: depressing/existential media (he loves escapism), having his stomach/chest touched, rooms with too many doors/windows (can’t sit with his back facing a door or a window), talking about himself (makes him deeply uncomfortable). also pain (like, extremely low pain tolerance even paper cuts send him spiraling but he hides it well it’s just internally. he suffers.)

Hobbies: reads a lot but will re-read the same books and refuse to find new ones unless they are very specific to his niche tastes (drives satan insane but he will not budge), enjoys cooking but only for himself, likes to review media he consumes in his journal (will not show anybody ever and will get annoyed if someone insists on seeing), and driving (he’s not good at it).

Talents/Skills: hmm he is rather intelligent if that counts as a talent, in terms of skills he convinces himself that he is incapable of everything and talks himself out of practicing in fear that even if he devotes himself to it he will never be good. above average singer but he hates using his voice so it’s not really relevant. has a great memory. i don’t know that this is a talent but his paranoia means he has a map-like understanding of every building he’s ever been in, and a great sense of direction. oh and he’s a decent cook.

Hopes/Dreams: has very little ambition, is fairly content going through the motions (wake up, go to work/obligations, sleep, repeat). sometimes desires to be known and loved but he could live without it/in all honestly would not do well in a long-term relationship with someone who required a normal amount of devotion/attention. if he didn’t have to work he still would not do much i think he’d just sit in his room and read or drive around.

Fears/Nightmares: being perceived like literally being looked at and having a physical form bothers him a lot (especially being tall, he wishes he could be average height, one thing he likes abt the devildom is that he is shorter than everyone). having his back to any door or window (general paranoia). any tidbit of information he gives other people being used against him, even if it logically couldn’t be. 

Best Quality: despite being generally confused by other people and how they behave, he does try his best to make others happy in the ways he can manage. i also think he cares deeply abt others but it never comes across.

Greatest Flaw: too intimidated by the larger aspects of life (love, career, etc.) that he does not try for anything and chooses to be content with the bare minimum/nothing at all.

Character Strengths: doesn’t really budge on his convictions, cares a lot and tries to be careful with other people’s emotions (not always successful), despite the flat affect he loves joy in others. 

And the coinciding weaknesses: if he feels a relationship (platonic or otherwise) has faded/weakened he will cut it off completely and will not be convinced of its potential by the other person no matter what. avoids conflict to a point others would consider extreme (physically removes himself from any conflict situations, if he is cornered, shuts down and will not speak). generally is very private abt his existence and does not do well being around others for more than a few hours at a time.

Quirks: not particularly physically affectionate but subconsciously leans on people he is comfortable around, or places a hand on their shoulder. clicks his tongue often after speaking. prone to chronic nosebleeds.

One thing they are and one thing they are not.

kind, but not really nice.

Part Two: In-depth Analysis

How does the character picture themself?

physically he does not think abt himself at all, mentally he is so consumed by outer stimuli that any inward reflection is uncomfortable/exhausting so he does not think abt himself very much. if he is forced to be alone with his thoughts i do not think he would like himself very much but he would be resigned abt it. 

How do others see them?

unpleasant if you do not know him, if you are his friend/he thinks of you as such he will be quite inexpressive but you will get a gentleness that he doesn’t use with others. gives off an aura of discomfort/nervousness (i can’t find it but think of that video of a wet rat trembling).

Most valued possession: the notebook where he keeps his media reviews. 

Darkest secret and/or treasured memory: doesn’t really have secrets his life is quite small. treasured memory.. he doesn’t think abt memories like that really.

Are they motivated by possibility or necessity?

he’s not motivated by anything, necessity maybe in terms of avoiding breakdowns or triggers, but even physical necessities like eating/sleeping are difficult for him to be motivated to do. 

How do they view the future and/or the past?

does not think abt them, prefers to stay grounded in the present as there is already a lot going on in his head at any given moment.

What kind of energy level do they usually have?

low base level energy, rarely if he is worked up abt something/interested in something he will have a bit more energy. 

Do they have a temper?

yes. you can tell when he’s getting upset because he starts getting twitchy and eventually leaves the room.

How do they respond to the surrounding world, the ‘unfamiliar,’ and other people in general?

autistic so all stimuli is very overwhelming and anything unfamiliar takes a lot of work to get used to, and if he doesn’t want to he will not acclimate to it no matter what, even to his detriment. other people are confusing to him and he can’t handle a lot of interaction but he doesn’t dislike them, most of his conflict with other people stems from a lack of understanding on both sides. if it weren’t for that i think he would like to meet new people.

Polite or rude?

he’s not.. rude on purpose but people would think of him that way. that’s me projecting a little im often told i’m rude when i’m just being.. neutral i think.

What kind of ‘public’ face do they display?

none, or at least not intentional. he seems apathetic/detached because he struggles to emote/does not speak, but that rarely changes in public or in private. 

Leader or a follower?

neither/follower. a very solitary person but he can be influenced by the people around him to behave a certain way.

More happy by themselves or in a group?

by himself, but he does find enjoyment in being in a group sometimes. he’s content to sit back and watch other people interact like listening to a podcast which is how he grows a little fond of the brothers and their hijinks. 

Do they have any addictions/dependencies/fixations/ or other strange behavior?

addicted to cigarettes. he likes bugs a lot more than most, but i don’t know that i’d call it a fixation. i don’t know what classifies as strange behavior.

History/Background

Occupation: probably found some menial office job that pays enough and doesn’t require a lot of interaction/has a strict routine. 

Intelligence Level: what does this mean.. intelligence level 9000….

Family:

parents: doesn’t hate them but doesn’t care abt them and vice versa. they don’t talk and they’re both fine with it. older brother: doesn’t get along with him. they don’t talk. younger sister: civil, bordering on friendly relationship. but not close and only speak when they really have to/want to check in on the other.

Friends: before the devildom, none. after the devildom.. none. (that’s not quite true but i’ll elaborate later.)

Combat (<- lol)

Physical Strength: poor

Coordination/Reflexes: also poor

Fighting Style: if he had to fight/defend himself he’d just break down. this is relevant i suppose in the obey me universe. 

Unusual Abilities/Powers: absolutely none. average human being. cant cast a spell to save his life. not a magical bone in his body. (the whole lilith descendant thing is.. i just don’t think abt it but lets say it’s true he just didn’t inherit any powers.)

if u r curious i can elaborate on his relationships with the obey me characters but i think this is already too long :0 i’ll leave it here lmk if u want to know more abt him or have any questions.. i like to talk abt him but i didn’t think anybody would like to know.. hope u enjoy this little guy... thank u goodnight *bows*

[whump-softie]

I posted 270 times in 2021

125 posts created (46%)

145 posts reblogged (54%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.2 posts.

I added 508 tags in 2021

#whump - 175 posts

#whumpee - 71 posts

#whumper - 52 posts

#not whump - 48 posts

#whump prompts - 39 posts

#pet whump - 38 posts

#reblog - 31 posts

#caretaker - 22 posts

#whump idea - 18 posts

#torture - 14 posts

Longest Tag: 104 characters

#bonus points if they ease themselves back down like 'i'll try again in a min' without admitting anything

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

“Seduce me” 👀

Whumper commands poor innocent whumpee by saying “try to seduce me.”

And poor baby clueless in-pain-24/7 Whumpee has to try their best to.. flirt.. and .. try and convince this cruel stranger to like them. They hate it. It’s humiliating and they’re bad at it and Whumper only watches with an amused smile. They stumble over words and don’t know how to do anything other than take the punishments and the pain. They don’t like the acting, the performing, especially with Whumper as the costar.

It’s the worst. Whumpee would rather be in pain.

180 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 21:13:22 GMT

#4

During chores, the whumpee finds a spare (but sharp) item. Could be a fork, a knife, a needle, something around whumper’s house that they come across and hope no one will miss.

Every day, they go and check to see if it’s still in their hiding spot. It’s a secret weapon that they could use, and they’re protective over their only chance at overpowering or injuring their captor.

Then one day, it’s not where they left it. Whumpee whirls around to be face to face with Whumper, who holds the item in their hand. “Looking for this?”

201 notes • Posted 2021-01-04 22:58:53 GMT

#3

Whumper gets uncharacteristically worried

Maybe Whumpee is extremely injured, more than usual, and Whumper panics about losing their favorite plaything, and suddenly they “remember” how to give medical attention

Coddling Whumpee to help them regain consciousness or what have you, and Whumpee comes to extremely confused as to why their captor is treating them with such kindness

After loaning Whumpee to a different Whumper, original Whumper looks them over with irritation to take note of the new markings and injuries to make sure they didn’t go overboard

Whumper taking a step back and mentally rethinking how worried they are. Whumpee is just a pet, just a plaything that’s meant to get hurt, right? That’s all they are, right?

218 notes • Posted 2021-08-03 02:13:24 GMT

#2

“Open your mouth,” Whumper commands.

Whumpee shakes their head no, knowing what it means if they do.

Whumper reaches and grabs their cheeks with one hand, forcing their jaw open with their fingers and quickly shoving a pill in their mouth and down their throat, rubbing their neck with their other hand to force them to swallow.

Whumpee swallows with a gulp and a shiver, and dreads the moment the pill’s effect hits them full force, just like it always does.

“There,” Whumper coos, rubbing their cheek with their thumb. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

343 notes • Posted 2021-02-16 17:37:39 GMT

#1

Rescued Whumpee finally allowed things!!

Showers/baths! They stay in the hot water for what seems like hours, scrubbing and using soap and enjoying the peacefulness of getting clean

Eating regular meals! They scarf down their food as fast as they can, but eventually they take their time and enjoy the meal and also enjoy the company of Caretaker at the table

Omg is that a dog?? Whumpee is careful and cautious, and treats the animal with the utmost respect and hesitation. The dog, of course, loves Whumpee and barrels into them, licking their face and making them smile and laugh, pushing the dog gently off.

Picking out their own clothes! Going shopping with Caretaker and admiring the outfits, and not thinking that any of them will look good on them. But Caretaker insists, and Whumpee ends up fluffy sweaters galore

461 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 22:05:11 GMT

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[animatorweirdo]

Frozen heart: A big bite

You encounter a hideous looking wolf and almost get your head chopped off. Someone familiar comes to the rescue. 

This is the second part. I don’t know how to link things.

Warning: slight blood, mild cursing

You returned to the village after leaving the forest. You were greeted with good nights from the villagers. You politely bid them goodnight back and try to speed walk back to your house. The villagers were nice and all, but you rather not interact with people. Talking to people was not one of your specialties, so you rather not talk to people in the first place. Camilla was good at it, so you often leave the talking to her.

You finally arrived at your destination. The night was still young and there was smoke coming out of the chimney. You sighed in relief. Just in time to get some dinner. It smelled like you were having smashed potatoes and meat sauce tonight. You pushed through the door.

"What took you so long?"Camilla asked after she saw you coming through the door. "Took a nap, saw a nightmare, woke up, then walked back here," You gave a short explanation. You set your basket on the kitchen counter. "Good thing you made it in time. I'm almost done," Camilla said. She picked the pot with the smashed potatoes and walked toward the kitchen table. You quickly set the mushrooms in the bowl before walking to the dinner table. There was no way you were gonna miss eating fresh warm food. The mushrooms can wait.

You ate the food like a starved animal. It was good and your hunger only grew. Too bad you two didn't have any salt. It would have made the taste a lot better. "Oh, I met an elf in the meadow we were," You spoke out with food in your mouth. Camilla glanced at you with interest. "Oh really? What they were like?" She questioned. "It was an elf man, who plays the harp really well. His name is Maglor," You explained. "That's cool," Camilla answered. "But... we have a problem," she said. You frowned and stopped eating. "What kind of problem?" You asked. Whenever Camilla had that look. It meant something serious. "Your meds... we are starting to go low on your medical pills," She said. You frowned then dropped the fork on the table. You took out a container you always had with you. You opened it and saw five red pills and a description. "Shit..." You muttered. This was bad. Really bad.

You pulled out the description and another paper, the recipe to make the pill. "Can we find the same ingredients here?" You gave the recipe and the description to Camilla. "If we are lucky, but I doubt that we can find the same ingredients," She said. You mentally whined. This was a bad situation. You slapped yourself for forgetting something that important. Those pills are the only things that allow you to stay you and kept 'it' contained. Just thinking about it makes your skin crawl. Your thoughts came back to the nightmare you had at the meadow. You can still feel the cold touch of snow on your hands and the eyes that stalked you from the darkness. Your hands started to shake a bit. You have lived comfortably for five months that you almost forgot about your true nightmare.

"Hey," Camilla snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned your attention toward her. "How about we go check around if we can at least find the basic ingredients?" She asked. "Okay..." You nodded quietly. "We still have time, so let's not waste it," She said. She grabbed your hand, and with her thumb, she gave you gentle rubs to the back of your hand. You gently smiled and held her hand in return. You were lucky to have Camilla in your life.

"Wake up lazy!" Camilla woke you up. You gasped and sniffed the air. What was going on? Were the aliens attacking or what? What day is it? Wait, what year is it? Your brains were trying to comprehend what was happening. "Get up. We are going to a magic plant hunt," Camilla said, getting prepared to leave. You rubbed your eyes and stared into the void. Did you just sleep well? The question plagued your existence. You looked through the open window and saw a sunrise. Well, you are happy that you managed to avoid nightmares this time, but you hated how Camilla can wake up early and not be tired. "(Name)! Get up!" Camilla grabbed your leg and pulled you off your bed."Hm!" You hit the flooring with a thud. You whined and growled at the same time. Camilla, you bitch. She was a terrible person sometimes. And just when you had a sensitive moment last night.

"Tell why we are here again?" You questioned as you two adventure through the forest very far away from the village. "Because the kingsfoil is supposed to grow around here," Camilla looked around. "That's just literal grass. How does grass help in my meds? Are we gonna burn it like weed?" You started to question your life at this point. First, Camilla ruins your magnificent rare sleep, and now you're looking for grass. "It's said to be some kind of magic grass. I know it sounds crazy, but with you, I'm willing to take a chance," She explained. You groaned. "Unless... you can pop out Fire lilies out of nowhere," She then stated. You groaned louder. "All right, let's go find the stupid grass," You finally started looking around. A magical grass. That was ridiculous even for your standards.

You pushed your hands into a bush and looked if there was any magic grass under it. Nope. What were you thinking? You were about to pull back until something sharp prickled your finger. You hissed in pain and pulled your finger out of the bush. "Shit..." You muttered as you saw blood coming out of your finger. For a tiny wound, it was bleeding pretty badly. You put your bloody finger inside your mouth to stop the bleeding. What a bugger? You looked around elsewhere for the magic grass. You walked over to Camilla, who was checking out something at the roots of a tree. "Any luck?" You questioned. Camilla was about to answer, but a snap of a twig caught both of your attention. You both looked up to see... something terrifying.

A giant deformed wolf growled at you both. You and Camilla stood back slowly from the beast. It had an ugly brown hide, and its eyes looked like they were about to pop out of its skull. It was huge, and its teeth looked like they could tear you apart in a matter of seconds. What the heck was that thing? You and Camilla took slow steps back. You both tried; not to show any fear. You were, however, shaking from the inside. You have never encountered a beast like this one.

"That's one ugly dog," You stated.

The wolf beast let out a bark like a roar at you."Run..." Camilla said. You both made the run for it. You yelped when you heard a roar behind you and loud stomps. It was chasing after you, wasn't it?

"Parkour!" You jumped over a stone, the wolf beast right at your heels. "There!" Camilla pointed at a thick tree with a lot of branches. It looked like it could hold you two and keep you at the safe distance from the beast behind you. Hopefully.

You and Camilla ran toward the tree and with swiftness and strength. Started climbing. You managed to climb high enough just as the wolf beast tried to bite your arse off. You sat down on a branch and stared down at the angry wolf beast. The beast was clawing the tree and jumping with jaws open. It was determined to get you two. You glanced at Camilla, who sat on a higher branch. "What now?" You asked. You both were safe for now but still trapped with a wolf beast; that was trying to eat you two. "Let me think..." She looked around with a thoughtful expression. You stared at the wolf beast with a hopeless expression. It looked hungry and terrifying. Your heart was literally pounding next to your ear.

"You know what? I'm not gonna join you on a next magic grass hunt if we are gonna get hunted by a rabid wolf," You stated. Camilla was still working on coming up with an escape plan. "I think I got it," She finally said something. "Please do tell me, I don't wanna be wolf meal tonight-!" You yelled as you were suddenly pulled down off the tree. "(Name)!"Camilla yelled.

You fell from the tree and hit the ground with a harsh slam. You wheezed for air and held your aching ribs, which were literally screaming in pain. You coughed hard. The deep growl made you turn around and face the terrible wolf beast. It licked its mouth while staring at you hungrily. The bastard bit your leg and pulled you down. You started breathing fast as you crawled away from it. The wolf beast roared and lunged at you. You screamed when it hovered above you. You held your hands up grabbing its head, trying to prevent it from biting your head off. Its jaws were literally only a few centimetres away from your face. The teeth looked bigger from your point of view. They are terrifying, and you didn't want to get shredded by those. Even the breath of this beast smelled bad.

Camilla took out a dagger she kept for emergencies. She jumped from her branch toward you and the wolf beast. The beast howled in pain after Camilla stabbed it in the back. The beast got off of you and started buckling to get Camilla off its back. Camilla held on to her dagger, which was still deep in the wolf beast's back. You watched from the sideline as your best friend was riding a rabid wolf. You should do something, but you didn't know what. Camilla's scream caught your attention. The wolf beast chomped down on her arm and with a harsh tug. It pulled Camilla off its back. Camilla hit the ground with a grunt. Her arm was bleeding pretty badly. "Camilla!" You quickly stood up. The wolf beast growled and prepared to attack her. You gasped and with all your strength. You charged at the beast.

Camilla turned toward the wolf beast with a terrified look. It roared at her and lunged. She gasped and brought her healthy arm up to defend herself from the attack, but before the wolf beast could even touch her. You tackled the beast on the ground. You and the beast wrestled on the ground before it completely overpowered you, and you were once again under it, trying to prevent it from chopping your head off. "Son of a bitch!" You yelled, holding the jaws away from your face. Camilla tried to get up, but her injured arm made her stay put. She looked helplessly at you and the wolf beast. You stared at the wolf beast's jaws, and something familiar clicked within you. The sense of death. Were you really gonna die here? Was this thing gonna eat Camilla once it was done with you? The question haunted your mind and woke rage within you. You pushed your finger deeper into the wolf beast's skin. You stared into its neck, having an uncontrollable need to bite it and kill it. Pictures of blood and flesh flooded into your mind. The need to taste blood burned your throat. Your hands started to turn pale white, and a familiar feeling of cold zapped across you. A sound of a swish caught your ears, and before you even knew it; there was a long arrow in the wolf beast's shoulder. It yelped in pain. You felt the heavy body of the beast getting off of you. The wold beast stumbled on its feet. You looked over when you heard whines of horses. Riders on giant horses galloped to the area. The wolf beast growled at the sight of them. One of the riders had a bow and shot the wolf beast with another arrow. The wolf beast howled in pain before dropping to the ground. Dead.

You stood up and walked over to Camilla, who was clutching her arm. "Are you okay?" You asked, helping her up. "Well, I got bitten by a rabid wolf and obviously bleeding, but Yeah. I think I'm Okay. Hopefully, I'm not turning into a werewolf," She answered with a sarcastic smile. You both jumped back when a horse snorted near you two. A giant horse stood before you. "Who are you, and what is your business around here?" The rider demanded. He was a male with long hair and obvious pointy ears. He had a snappy look on his face. Are all elves this angry looking?

You were about to say something, but then a familiar voice spoke out. "At ease. These two are harmless," Maglor rode toward you three with his own glorious stallion. "Go make sure the rest of the warg packs has been taken care of," He said. "Yes, my lord," The rude elf bowed and rode away. Maglor then turned toward you and Camilla. Damn, you didn't know this musician was a royal one. "What are you two doing so far away from the human village?" He asked, mostly looking at you. "We were searching for kingsfoil, but then that creature attacked us," Camilla explained. "Thank you for rescuing us, my lord," She then bowed in respect. You stood quiet and watched. "It's not safe to move around here freely. Wargs have managed to break into these lands, so you should stay in your village for further notice," He explained. So those things were called wargs. Well, that makes sense since they were ugly as hell. Maglor was still looking at you. Stop looking at me! You yelled at him in your imagination.

"Would you like to get that wound treated, my lady?" He looked at Camilla. "No need. This is nothing but a scratch. I'm able to treat it myself. I think It's best for us to leave now so we won't disturb your hunting," She waved him off. And that's why you leave the talking to her. He nodded at her. "As you wish, but I shall have on one of my guards to escort you two safely back to your village, so no more attacks shall happen," He turned his horse around. "Thank you, my lord," Camilla said. He glanced at you. You two held eye contact for a moment before he chuckled and rode away. You frowned at him. Was he laughing at your situation right now? The nerve of that elf! Even if you got into a tricky situation and had to be rescued. He doesn't need to rub it in your face. "(Name)! Come on" Camilla called, standing next to a guard who Maglor graciously gave you for protection. You sighed and walked toward your friend. This magic grass hunt was a too big bite to handle. Even when it was just for the grass.

[gureishi]

Ohhhh, requests? Requests!!!! ❤️

We all know and love SE and the Choi family (Mc, Saeyoung and Saeran living together in the bunker).... But what about. Other way arround?

Saeran after ending, with saeran and saeyoung making amends, and you finally befriending and getting to know the true person behind 707.

Im happy with whatever ideas you have for this, but if you need more guidance... A scene between saeyoung and Mc, talking? Saeyoung thanking mcfor making saeran happy and feeling like he failed as a brother for not protecting him, and mc being all sweet as she is reassuring him that it's OK and that they are happy now and just fluffy??????

Gosh, I wrote a lot, sorry.

Oh wow. I ADORE this request. Thank you for bringing me this sweet idea. ♡

I love envisioning their lives together post-AE, and it was so much for fun me to imagine this tiny little slice of that. 

after

Saeyoung & Reader (platonic); Saeran X Reader (background), G, words: 2355

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

Today there’s one of those early-winter snows where the flurries get stuck in your hair but the ground’s not white and beautiful, just cold and damp. The parking lot is nearly empty—apparently no one else wanted to go out today. Personally, you can’t understand why. You love the way the sky’s a bright white and how the biting wind makes the tips of your ears pink.

Saeyoung, who’s been walking a few paces ahead of you, turns around in time to see you stop and catch a snowflake on your tongue. He raises his eyebrows; he’s got his hood up and there’s a light dusting of snow on top of his head, like powdered sugar.

“I was gonna ask if you regretted coming along now that it’s snowing, but I guess I have my answer.” He’s got a complicated look on his face, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to laugh at you or not.

“I have no regrets!” you sing, and then he does laugh, shaking his head indulgently.

“Come on,” he says. “Your shoes are getting wet.”

“Your shoes are getting wet. Also your head. Who goes to the store in just a hoodie in the winter?” But you run to catch up with him, splashing in the little puddles that have collected in the uneven pavement.

“It was the hoodie or the floor-length pink fur coat, so I went for the hoodie,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. 

The automatic doors slide open for you; he grabs a shopping cart from the assortment parked just inside the door. You walk beside him, feeling a little awkward. Grocery store etiquette, you think, is such a personal thing. Saeran, for instance, likes to go slowly through the store, lingering in each area—looking for inspiration, sometimes checking recipes on his phone. You like to move through the store at random, picking out items that strike your fancy. These methods work surprisingly well together—perhaps because Saeran finds it charming when you come running up to him with a strange new fruit in your arms.

Saeyoung, it seems, has neither a list nor a plan. He pushes the shopping cart lazily with one hand, heading vaguely toward the nearest aisle. You’re tempted to guide him in one direction or another, but you also don’t want to be a nuisance. This is his shopping trip—he was the one who announced he was going to the store; you were the one who’d insisted on tagging along.

“Are you sure?” he’d asked then, hesitating, one hand already on the doorknob. “You don’t need to! I can get whatever you—”

“I want to,” you’d said firmly, jumping off the couch where you’d been lying with your feet in Saeran’s lap, reading a book. It wasn’t that you needed anything in particular from the grocery store or that you didn’t trust Saeyoung to find whatever was needed for the house (though, in retrospect, it wasn’t that you did trust him, either). It was just…

In the few precious days that you’d been living in the bunker with the brothers—in a world that was suddenly so peaceful you couldn’t quite believe it—you’d begun to realize something: in spite of the hours of phone conversations and chats you’d shared with the enigmatic and charming 707, you actually hardly knew Saeyoung at all.

“So, uhhh,” he begins, a bit uncomfortably. You glance at him askance; his cheeks are pink. “What do we need, anyway?”

You laugh—you can’t help it. “What were you going to buy if I didn’t come with you?”

Saeyoung shrugs, looking down. He’s definitely blushing. “I was gonna…wing it.”

Maybe it’s his inexplicable shyness with you and maybe it’s your genuine love of grocery shopping, but your confidence is bolstered. You take the cart from him and he relinquishes it gratefully, falling into step behind you.

“First we’re going to get produce,” you tell him, and he nods eagerly, bouncing on his heels. He honestly looks excited that you’ve taken the lead; you make a mental note about this. At home, Saeyoung is often in charge—of little things, like what movie you’ll all watch together—because he is boisterously enthusiastic about everything and you and Saeran are more subdued. But here, without his twin, outside of his domain, he is suddenly much less confident.

You select a few types of squash; he watches somewhat reverently. “How do you know what to get?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“Practice, I guess,” you say. “I have in mind a couple of recipes we can make this week, and there are some staples it’s always good to have…” You pause, realizing something, your hands full of squash. “Saeyoung, can I ask you something?”

“What? Yeah!” He responds a little too readily and you know he’s trying to mask his awkwardness. It’s endearing.

“You lived alone for a pretty long time,” you say thoughtfully. You survey the selection of cabbage. “Didn’t you…buy food? To eat?”

He laughs, runs a hand through his already-messy red curls. “God Seven doesn’t need food to live!” he sings, and it’s in the tone of the 707 you’d developed a strange friendship with during those days you were at Mint Eye. You know now that Saeyoung was there, even then, under all that false positivity and diversionary teasing.

“You do, though,” you tell him. You hand him a head of cabbage.

Your firm tone seems to quell him. He looks down at the cabbage. 

“I ate snacks, mostly,” he says, a little more quietly. “Sometimes Vanderwood got frustrated and brought me other things to eat.”

You turn away to hide the look in your eyes from him. These poor, poor boys.

“You two!” you explain in mock-frustration, pushing the cart to the next refrigerated shelf. “So you were living on junk food while he was keeping himself alive with caffeine pills. What am I going to do with you?”

Saeyoung bounces behind you, still holding the cabbage.

“Feed us!” he says. You roll your eyes and tear a plastic bag off the role beside the shelves. 

“Put the cabbage in the bag,” you tell him. He does.

You gather a few more fruits and vegetables and Saeyoung asks about all of them; you’re amused when he doesn’t know what a persimmon is.

“So besides chips and stuff, then, what do you like to eat?” you ask him, pushing the cart into the large, open area where meat and fish sit on ice, row after chilly row.

Saeyoung hums thoughtfully, peering at a particularly large fish, complete with eyeballs and everything. “This is creepy,” he says. “Can we get it?”

“We…can,” you say. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

He walks a little ahead of you, and he looks at each different type of meat with such curiosity. They’re both like this, you think—so full of wonder over basic, mundane things. Saeran was in awe the first night the three of you settled in on Saeyoung’s huge couch to watch TV together. And now here is Saeyoung—who’s had considerably more freedom than his brother—staring at an assortment of different cuts of meat like he’s in a museum.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, tilting his head to the side. “I love chips, and, you know, fish-shaped buns…”

“But is there a meal you like? Maybe from, I don’t know, the past…?” You regret the words as soon as they’re out of your mouth.

Saeyoung laughs bitterly. “Not from childhood, if that’s what you mean.”

“Right,” you say. “Yeah. I knew that. I’m sorry.”

He comes back to your side, leans on the cart. “It’s okay,” he tells you. “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” you say. “Sorry.” You steer the cart toward a display of different chicken parts and he pads along beside you—like an obedient dog, you think.

“What’s the difference between…” he bends over, peering at the packages. “Breasts and thighs?”

You giggle. “You tell me.”

You watch as his face turns red, clashing wonderfully with his hair.

“Um, l-let’s get the…thighs, I guess,” he chokes, and you stifle your laughter with your hand.

“Thighs it is.”

He throws the chicken into the cart with his face turned away and you grin. 707 was a tease, but it is easy to fluster Saeyoung. 

You move through the aisle of bottled sauces in companionable silence. You hold up a bottle of bottle of soy sauce and he nods enthusiastically; he does the same for the fish sauce and corn syrup. To test him, you hold up a banana ketchup—which you’ve personally never actually tried—and he gives you the same affirmative head bob.

“Saeyoung, do you know what this is?”

He tilts his head to the side, reads the label.

“Banana ketchup? Yum!”

You sigh. “Fine.” You toss it in the cart; maneuver to the next aisle.

“You didn’t even have soy sauce or salt or anything in your house when we moved in,” you say. “There was literally nothing in the cabinets.”

He strolls along beside you, running a finger along the rows of different kinds of pasta. “It never occurred to me.”

“We were kind of surprised,” you add, tossing a big bag of rice into the cart. “We bought a bunch of stuff, before we…left.” You stumble over the words; gears spin frantically in your brain. The words hang heavily in the air between you. Before we left to find you. Before we found you and then lost you again.

He’s silent for a moment and you know he feels the change in atmosphere, the way time seems to have slowed down.

“Hey,” he says finally. He’s got one arm draped over the side of the cart and his posture is a little stiff. “Did I ever thank you? I mean, properly.”

You bite your lip, keep walking. Your face feels hot. Suddenly, you’re not really looking at what’s on the shelves.

“You did,” you say softly. “But I feel I should be the one thanking you. You’re the reason we’re both alive, you know.”

Saeyoung stops, and you almost crash into him. He spins around, and he’s got a hard, determined look in his face. You’ve seen that look before. 

“No,” he says. “Nuh-uh. You saved us. You protected him. You did what I didn’t…couldn’t—”

Ah. Your heart’s pounding against your ribcage. Of course it’s here, you think—in this narrow aisle, next to hundreds of loaves of bread, that he’s saying this to you.

“Saeyoung, he knows that you would die for him. You tried to.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, walks away from you, lingers at the end of the aisle. The change in him is remarkable. There’s no hint of the awestruck boy, bouncing up and down over the wide selection of steaks, in this morose, bitter man.

“I didn’t succeed, did I?” he says. A mother with a small child seated in the front of her shopping cart comes down the aisle and you back up into the shelves to let them pass. You wonder if they can feel how thick the air is.

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “And thank god, because where would we be if you had?” He finally looks at you then, and you’re taken aback by the wild look in his eyes. It scares you; you take a step toward him. “You fought for him,” you tell him. “And he fought for you.”

His fingers drum a frantic pattern on the metal shelf beside him. He’s got the look of a cornered animal, ready to bolt. You’ve seen this expression before—though on a different Choi brother.

“I was supposed to protect him,” he says, so quietly you can hardly hear him. You take one more step. Another. Finally you’re at his side, and he flinches, but he doesn’t run away.

“You did,” you say. “And he’s safe. All of us are safe.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“We’re going to buy this stuff,” you tell him. “We’re gonna pay for it, and get in the car, and go back home, and he’ll be there. Waiting for you.”

Saeyoung shuts his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. You do it with him. He runs a shaky hand through his hair again and you give him a little nudge with your elbow. Eyes still closed, one side of his mouth twitches upward—a half-smile.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know.”

“I just feel like I owe you…”

“Me too.”

His eyes open; they’re clearer, bright and gold behind his glasses. 

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says, and it sounds like a question.

“I love him,” you say. “So, I think I do.”

Saeyoung shakes his head; the color’s back in his cheeks now, and he grabs the cart, pushing it out of the aisle. You jog to catch up, grab onto the side just as he’d done earlier. Hold on tight.

“You love him a lot, don’t you?” he says. You can see him in your peripheral vision—his eyes are twinkling.

“More than anything in the world,” you reply.

“Me too,” he says, echoing you, and you grin. You picture the look on Saeran’s face if he could hear this conversation—the way his green eyes would soften, the way he’d get that adorable little dusting of pink over his cheeks. 

Saeyoung turns the cart abruptly, maneuvering into the next aisle with an expertise you didn’t expect—you shriek, barely holding on. He cackles.

“We need this!” he says, and you turn to see him pointing at an alarmingly large box of some sort of purple cookie you’ve never seen before.

We don’t, you almost say, but you hesitate, because what’s the harm? 

“Sure,” you say, and you toss them in the cart.

Saeyoung smiles. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says. You know he’s not talking about the stupid cookies.

You beam right back at him. “I am too.”

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 27

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Chapter 27

Summary: You fill the team in on the pregnancy and move into your new house.

Warning: Smut, NSFW, Oral sex (male and female), swearing Word Count: 9500

“Hey babe” you mumble walking out of the bathroom and right into Fred’s chest; his arms instinctively wrap around your back. You can smell his cologne, something that use to make you melt but now the oak and blackcurrant is making your stomach do backflips. You take a deep breath and swallow feeling his heartbeat as you stand intertwined for a few minutes.

“Thought the sickness was supposed to be over by now” he whispers rubbing your back.

“It normally is. But this baby has a mind of its own” you groan against his chest.

“You should take those pills the doctor gave you” he says to you.

“It doesn’t happen every day. Since I have to take them at night I don’t know if I’ll need them the next day or not” you mumble against his chest.

His chin rests on your head before he finally speaks again “I made you toast and jam, it’s on the counter. I have to go to practice though.”

You whine thinking about him leaving, you’re wrapped in a warm embrace and you don’t want to leave. Fred chuckles slowly rubbing your back, with how you’ve been feeling you have been super cuddly and needy. He has been making jokes about you being a clingy girlfriend, but you know he secretly has been enjoying every second of it.

“Ollie is almost done making you a picture, he says it will make you feel better” he whispers, his hand softly rubbing your back.

You smile thinking of your two year olds though process, his solution to everything is a hug or a picture and they really do make everything better. “He is the best” you mumble into his sweater.

“It’s because his mom taught him to be, now let’s get some food in you” Fred grips your hand and pulls you to the kitchen.

“Mommy” you hear your son sing as he lights up seeing you. “I made you this!” he squeals standing on his chair holding his picture up. You walk over and hug him and look down at his picture that is mostly green and blue scribbles with a yellow blob in the corner.

“Wow, look at this” you say examining his art work, Fred looks down at the page trying to figure out what it is. You look at Fred through the corner of your eye, and he grins looking down at the piece of paper you’re holding. Besides the sun you are at a loss for what else is in it.

“It’s rex” Oliver points to the large blue splotch at the bottom of the page. Next he points to the green marks “he’s playing at the park.”

Rex is his stuffed T-rex, Fred bought him for his second birthday. It’s not his favourite stuffed animal that is Blue, his blue bear Fred bought him when he was only a couple months old. Oliver is basically inseparable from Blue, taking him everywhere. You have more pictures of Oliver with Blue than without; it has become his security blanket in a sense. However if he is sick or missing Fred during a road trip you will often find him curled up with Blue, and that’s because Rex has a voice box. Fred recorded a few sayings into the box, so whenever Oliver misses him he can squeeze it and hear his voice. You practically bawled when he showed it to you, now you realize you were pregnant then, and it was your hormones. But either way it is the one thing that cheers him up when he is missing his dad.

“Oh I love it Ollie” you say brushing his hair back and kissing his head. You feel tears begin to well in your eyes, and you sniffle them back, wiping them away with your other hand.

Fred chuckles seeing you do this, he has gotten pretty used to you crying over everything the past couple weeks. He pulls you both in for a hug and kisses your cheek before placing one on your son’s forehead.

“I have to go to hockey big guy” Fred says.

Oliver wraps his arms around Fred’s neck “love you daddy.”

A couple hours later you are in the doctor’s office waiting for Dr. Morris. You have stripped of most your clothes, lying on the table wrapped in the blanket. Finally a different doctor walks into the room and washes his hands, sitting on the chair beside you.

“Dr. Morris was called away, I’m Dr. Meyers, and I’ll be doing your ultrasound today if that’s okay. So how are things, how have you been?” he asks.

“I’ve been okay. Some nausea, it’s not as often as before” you explain. You continue to tell him about how your hormones have been crazy, you cried during a dog food commercial the other day, and last week you cried when you couldn’t get a McFlurry at 8am. You explain how your morning sickness was over by this point and you didn’t get irrationally emotional when you were pregnant with Oliver.

“Well every pregnancy is different, some people believe the first one is always smooth to convince women to have a second baby, and the second one ends up being significantly harder on the mom” he says putting on some gloves and chuckling. “But that’s an old myth; everything sounds like normal a pregnancy, and your blood work is normal. These are things you might have to cope with for the next few months. I’d like to tell you you’re hormones will get better, but it’s likely the opposite.”

You grumble under your breath and can feel Fred smirking beside you as the doctor begins to setup the ultrasound. You adjust on the table while the doctor shifts the screen so he can see it. Fred moves his chair closer, grabbing your hand as the doctor spreads the jelly on your stomach. He moves the wand around for the few minutes, taking some pictures and measurements but doesn’t say anything.

You start to get nervous as if something is wrong, normally by now the doctor should have said something; shown you the screen or turned on the heartbeat monitor. Time is droning on, it feels like the doctor has been quiet for hours when in reality it hasn’t even been a minute.

You can practically hear your heart beating through your chest. You turn to Fred and he shoots you a quick smile, but it does nothing to alleviate your anxiety. He shifts awkwardly in his seat, you can tell he is picking up on your nerves. The doctor continues to move the wand around your stomach. A scowl reaches his face as he opens your file, reviewing some of the notes, switching his gaze between the screen and the file.

“So everything is okay” he finally says turning the screen to show you. You take a deep breathe, exhaling in relief. He points onto the monitor “your babies are doing good. A little on the small side, likely because the nausea is preventing you from eating a lot; but nothing too concerning right now.” He turns on the fetal Doppler and the heartbeat fills the air.

You can see Fred from the corner of your eye, smiling ear to ear. Whenever a doctor turns on the heartbeat Fred immediately only focuses on that. He doesn’t even hear what you and the doctor are talking about, too fascinated by the heartbeat. You always end up filling him in all the details he missed, and this time is no different.

“You uh…you…you said babies. As in plural” you say shifting on the table, and tightly squeezing Fred’s hand. This catches his attention and his eyes snap up from the screen and lock on yours. You see some confusion cross his face, since he didn’t hear everything.

“Yes you are having twins” the doctor says pointing to two shapes on the screen. Fred’s eyes go wide as he turns his attention to the screen and looks to where the doctor is pointing. The room falls silent, the only noise is the heartbeat and your increased breathing.

“Twins” Freddie finally says softly. “Like two babies?”

“Yes” he chuckles “twins means two babies. One, two” he says pointing to the screen.

“Shut up” you say in disbelief.

“No way” Fred whispers beside you.

You bring your hands up to your face covering your eyes “are you serious?” you ask.

Fred begins stroking your arm and you hear the doctor respond “yeah” with a light chuckle. You bring your hands away from your eyes and look the monitor while the doctor continues “it’s likely that one was hiding behind the other during the last ultrasound, it happens from time to time.”

“Oh my god” you say half laughing bringing your hand up to grip Fred’s.

The doctor prints out some pictures and talks with you a little while longer. You try to focus on what he is saying, but it just becomes white noise at this point. How are you going to manage twins? The rest of the appointment becomes a blur, you hope this is the one time Fred is listening because you aren’t.

You walk out to the car hand in hand, a million thoughts running through your head. You heard him correctly, he said twins.

When you reach the car Fred opens the door and lets you in, he started it before you left the office so the seats are nice and warm. When Fred gets in he doesn’t start driving right away, instead his hand reaches across the console pulling you from your trance.

“I can see the wheels turning, I know you are stressing” Fred says his hand lightly squeezing your thigh.

“And you’re not? He said twins Frederik.”

“Full name, not good” he laughs. “Babe we talked about having three kids.”

“Yeah but we were going to re-evaluate after having this one” you laugh, but you can feel tears building in the back of your throat.

“Hey elskede” Fred says reaching across the console to place a soft kiss on your forehead. He rests his forehead on yours, a hand lightly placed on your hip “I love you so much and we will be okay. No matter what happens we have each other and we’ll be just fine.” He places a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away and sliding back to his seat.

“I know but Fred its two babies. But it’s just not just two babies because we already have one. We are going to have three babies, three babies under the age of 3. We are going to be outnumbered; it’s going to be crazy.”

He put the car in drive and pulls out of the lot, his hand returns to your thigh. “I know it won’t be easy, I mean some days will be absolute mayhem. We will barely sleep, have no clean clothes and go through a million diapers a week.”

“You’re not helping” you whine loudly cutting him off. You feel your chest begin to tighten, heart racing while you think off how difficult this will be.

Fred laughs and squeezes your thigh “some days are going to suck, and we’re just going to want to curl up in bed and cry all day. But we have each other and we’ll figure it out. We figured it out with Oliver, that situation was difficult too.” His hand squeezes your leg before he moves it to grab your hand; he pulls it to his mouth and places a soft kiss on it. You look over at him and see him smiling at you. His presence calms you while you take a few deep breathes “we’ll figure this out too Kære” he says softly turning his attention back to the road.

“I know we will it’s just going to be a lot” you sigh.

“I know, but just think about all the good times. Two times the smiles. Twice the baby laughs” he squeezes your thigh “I know you love baby laughs.”

You chuckle lightly remembering when Oliver first started to laugh, his laugh filled the room and your heart at the same time. A smile creeps over your face and you see Fred grin knowing he is helping to calm your fears.

“We’re going to have twice the love smuk, so even though it will be crazy sometimes it will always be amazing. And there is nobody else I would want to do it with” he says and you see him grinning from ear to ear. He stops at a red light and leans across the centre console to place a kiss on your cheek, but you turn your head and his lips land on yours. He places a soft kiss on yours lips before pulling a way to look at the light which is still red.

“Same babe” you whisper pulling his face to yours for another kiss. It starts off soft as your hand runs up the side of his face, stroking his stubble in the process.

You open your mouth and Fred gently slides his tongue in. Your tongue swirls around when you hear a honk from behind you. He quickly pulls away, the light now green and drives through the intersection chuckling while you wipe some of the Chap Stick that has smeared around your mouth.

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“You guys are moving tomorrow right?” Kathy asks. You are almost a month into your second trimester, but due to the sickness and exhaustion you haven’t made it to many home games over the past month making it hard to keep her updated.

“Uh we get the keys tomorrow, and then we have some small reno’s and the painters are coming. Then the furniture is coming, then the movers to bring all our current stuff over” Fred explains.

"Yeah so there is still a bit of stuff to do but we are hoping to be fully moved in mid-march” you continue.

You and Fred are at the annual Night of Assists gala for the Penguins foundation. They had some casino games open prior to dinner, so you haven’t seen much of the players. You found a spot at Fred’s roulette table and spent a few minutes shooting him seductive glances and playfully sucking on your straw while he just shook his head at you from behind the table.

The waiters filled the wine glasses prior to everyone sitting down. You haven’t told any of the wag you are pregnant yet so Fred quickly drank it for you. Fred hasn’t told any of the players, wanting to wait for you; and you have wanted to do it in person. What he didn’t plan on was the waiter seeing the empty glass and refilling it before the salads were brought out. He finished his glass prior to the main course and switched to water for now, trying not to drink too much tonight. This means that you have a full glass in front of you, and it has been there for the last 40 minutes untouched.

“I’m okay we can share a piece” Fred says to the waiter holding a piece of chocolate cheesecake.

He turns his attention back to you, sliding his chair closer. “It’s bold of you to think I would share my cheesecake” you say bringing a piece up to your lips. You open your mouth and slip the fork in, slowly drawing it out while you look at Fred through the corner of your eye. A light moan leaves your lips while the amazing decadent flavours fills your mouth.

He just laughs leaning in close to you, the chatter of the room is loud and he doesn’t want to yell. “I thought you might be generous and offer me one bite” you can feel his beard graze your ear, his warm breath on your neck “but I can wait until later for my dessert” he whispers kissing your neck before pulling his body back a bit to talk to Kris beside him. You immediately feel yourself dripping down your leg, part of the second trimester is your crazy sex hormones. They were bad with Oliver, and you thought since this pregnancy is so different it might not be that bad, but you were wrong they have been worse.

While it still terrifies you the thought of having twice as many feedings and diaper changes, you have calmed down from the previous day’s news. You and Fred have an amazing support system between the WAGS, your friends and Fred’s mom there will be a lineup of people wanting to help, but it’s still is slightly terrifying thinking of twins.

A part of you is nervous at telling people. Some of the WAGS are slightly traditional and have been asking when you are getting married. And marriage should be the next logical step, but you both agreed you didn’t want a big age gap with your kids. This is why you are having another kid right now instead of planning a wedding. Fred also hasn’t proposed, which is the first step to getting married.

And if your being honest, you might not have had a wedding yet but you have everything that a marriage represents. To you it represents a lifelong commitment, with babies and a house. You know that Fred is committed to you so the path you take to get there isn’t too important to you; they all lead to the same place. He has suggested going to city hall to get married, and you have considered it. But an important part of your wedding is having all the people you both love there to support you.

Fred’s hand is resting on your leg just above your knee as everyone chats around you, he leans in “how are you feeling babe?” he whispers.

“Good, I haven’t really felt sick today. They have been giving me the day off from puking which has been super considerate” you joke as Fred kisses your cheek. “But actually it’s been better in general; apart from being overly emotional I have been noticing I have a bit more energy. There have also been some cravings” you take a small piece of cheesecake and put it in your mouth, slowly pulling the fork out.

Fred kisses your shoulder “oh yeah” he mumbles while you bring a piece to his mouth. He opens his mouth and you slide the fork into it. He closes his lips around it, pulling back cleaning the fork in the process. You swallow trying to not get too turned on as there are about 400 people around you, and it’s a team event.

He leans closer to you placing a kiss on your cheek “let me know if you need help with any of those cravings” he growls lowly. His raspy voice and hand slowly inching up your leg has you want to find an empty bathroom. Your core is on fire and Fred knows exactly what his touch is doing to you. You look over at him and before you can respond you hear Kathy “(Y/N) you haven’t touched your wine” Kathy says drawing some of the eyes to you.

Fred quickly responds “she hasn’t been feeling the best for the last couple days.”

“Oh sorry to hear that” Sidney says.

“You think you had a bug or something? One went through the Guentzel household a couple weeks ago” Kathy adds.

“No” you say as they stare at you, you feel Fred shift slightly, his arm moves behind your head resting on the chair. After a brief pause you look at around at the waiting eyes of his teammates. Fred smiles at you before you continue “we’re pregnant.”

Kathy squeals and runs over to you wrapping you in a big hug. “Congrats guys” Sid says.

“How far along are you?” Kathy asks.

“18 weeks” Fred says.

“No way you’re 18 weeks, you don’t look pregnant at all” one of the WAGS says to you.

“Yeah the doctor confirmed the date again yesterday” you explain. “I’m 18 weeks along”

There is a slight pause before Fred chimes in “with twins.”

“Twins?!” Kathy exclaims “that’s so exciting!”

“Yeah I guess" you say chuckling.

“You guess?” Christina inquires.

“(Y/N/N) is a little stressed about the twin thing” Fred says laughing rubbing his hand on the back of your neck.

“Oh worried about giving birth to two babies?” one of the rookies asks.

“No" you groan glaring at him “I haven’t really thought about that! I’m worried about the 3 babies under 3, trying to handle all that. Two screaming babies and an energetic toddler, it will be a blast.”

“Stop stressing out, everything will work out" Fred says kisses your cheek lightly.

“You know I will always help out with the little ones, especially since you two make the cutest babies ever” she squeals still not letting go of the hug.

A few hours later the boys are off participating in some of the fundraiser events, Fred was up on stage participating in the team auction but it just ended. After the auction you saw him get pulled away by some donors. You and Kathy were walking around the room playing some of the games while catching up.

“Can’t believe he finally proposed to you” you say looking at her ring. It’s a beautiful oval cut diamond on a rose gold band, there are multiple small stones set around the band, and every time she moves her hand it catches the light.

“I know” she squeals picking up her wine glass from the bar. You grab your water and you both walk back to your table “he did it on all-star break” she starts to explain sitting down.

“We went to Salt Lake City where we had a private cabin” she tells you. “We had dinner in front of the fire and after the bottle wine we went on the balcony. It was snowing, the lights from the neighbouring cabins lightly illuminated the sky. I was looking out at the mountains and I turned to look at him and he was down on one knee, it was amazing. Just the best night, I’m so excited to finally be engaged.”

“I didn’t think he would propose until he retired” you say half joking.

“I know me too!” she shrieks bringing her hand up to look at the ring. “Now I just have to plan a wedding.”

“When are you thinking?” Anna asks from across the table.

Kathy brings her glass up and takes a sip before answering “August, I already booked a spot downtown. It overlooks the city and we’ll see the lights at night during the reception.”

“Oh that sounds perfect” you exclaim, getting into more details of the wedding with her.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and can tell from the touch who it is immediately, you look up to see Fred in his form fitted three piece grey suit. Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans down putting his hand out in front of you “dance with me.”

You grab his hand and stand up, he leads you out to the dancefloor. He places one hand on the small of your back, as you place one on his shoulder. He holds you tight as he leads you around the dancefloor, soft music fills the air. “I don’t know if I told you this yet, but you look amazing tonight babe.”

You are wearing a black low cut floor length gown. It has a wrap around the stomach which is hiding your bump. You paired it with the red Louboutin shoes Fred gave you for Christmas. “You have told me” you say lightly “many times. But I don’t know if I’ve told you how amazing you look.”

“You’ve seen me in this suit before babe” he says spinning you he pulls you in closer to himself this time.

You look up to him raising an eyebrow as he smirks “I will never tire of seeing you in a suit” you say lightly as his hand slides lower to just above your ass. The noise around you fades into the background, you feel like it’s just the two of you in the room.

“Well this dress is stunning babe” he kisses your forehead. “When did you get it? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.”

“You bought it for me about 2 weeks ago" you say smiling at him.

“Did I now?” he says laughing as you continue dancing. Your hand squeezes his firm bicep as your other slides up the back of his neck, playing with his hair. It dips behind the collar of his dress shirt, your pinky loops into his chain pulling you in tighter to him. You smell his familiar cologne, but he must have changed his body wash, you are getting a hint of coconut coming off him.

“Well none of my other dresses fit me because of the bump" you explain.

“It was worth every penny” he says kissing you lightly on the lips. “For the record my favourite part of your outfit is the little baby bump your dress is skillfully hiding.”

You stare up at him smiling “you’re ridiculous, this bump isn’t really that little. And this wasn’t easy to hide.” You laugh lightly remembering the hours you spent, trying to find a dress that fit the theme for the night but also disguised your bump in case you didn’t want to tell the team tonight.

“I love you, and I love seeing you pregnant. You look great with a bump, I don’t want you to hide it ever. I loved seeing you pregnant with Oliver.”

You roll your eyes at him as you continue to sway to the music, Fred holds you tightly. “I can’t wait to see the bump all the time" he says leaning down to place a soft kiss on your cheek. “Get to feel your growing belly, the babies kicking. I love it all” he places another kiss behind your ear. His thumb drawing circles on your back while his beard rubs against your neck as he peppers kisses on you.

You moan lightly his hand now gently resting on your ass “babe, can we leave?” you ask.

Fred doesn’t answer you instead he kisses you gently on the lips. He pulls away and walks over the table and grabs your purse before retrieving your coats. The drive home is an easy and comfortable silence as you stare out the window, your hand is gently resting on Fred’s thigh.  When you arrive home, you find Christie on the couch and wish her a good night. You lock the door behind her and as you turn around Fred pushes you against the door, mouth sucking on your neck.

You arch your neck to allow him access moaning loudly, your hands slide from his chest down his treasure line. You feel his erection straining his dress pants causing you to raise an eyebrow at him. “I told you I love seeing you pregnant” he growls reaching down to pick you up and carry you to bed.

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“What else did the doctor say?” Fred asks over the Bluetooth, he can tell you are holding back. You just left your appointment which Fred had to miss because of a road trip. He doesn’t have a game today so you were able to call him and discuss the news while you drive to the new house. You are heading over to check on the progress since you are supposed to be moving in a week and there are some final details you want to ensure are completed.

You take a deep breath “my blood pressure is a little high, and with twins I’m at a higher risk of preeclampsia” you say pulling off the highway only a few minutes from the house.

“Okay, so what does that mean?” he asks, you can hear the concern in his voice.

“I need to take it easy” you start to explain.

“So you thought instead of resting you would go check on the house?”

“Well I need to make sure things are on track so we can move next week.”

“And if things aren’t we can push the move back. The last thing is our current furniture being moved in, I did that so we can stay longer if needed. We don’t have to leave the condo for 3 more weeks. Babe I need you to listen to the doctor and take things easy.”

“That’s not all I can do to help my blood pressure babe. I need to drink enough water, make sure I exercise, limit my salt, and eat more veggies and less meat. There are a lot of things I can do. I don’t have preeclampsia, it’s just high blood pressure, something a lot of pregnant women deal with.”

“Well you’re the only woman pregnant with my baby so when the doctor tells you to do something I’m going to make you do it. And you might not have it now but it could happen. Limiting unnecessary stress and resting is best for you. Christie is there, you should be home and taking a nap babe. I need you and those babies to be okay. Promise me you will take it easy skat.”

“I promise babe I will. I love you.”

“I love you too, now go home. Not inside the house but back to the condo and lie down. You are not allowed in that house until we move" he says.

“But what if they -" you start to object.

“No, go home. You promised you’ll take it easy. The designer has everything under control and she can Facetime with questions. Please for me”

You huff in disapproval “you’re lucky I love you” you mumble. You pull into the driveway but immediately turn the car around and head toward the condo. You don’t have preeclampsia, lots of women have high blood pressure and never get preeclampsia. But you know he worries even more when he is on the road and can’t be there with you.

“I love you too kaere” he laughs before hanging up the phone.

March 15

Today is the day of your gender reveal party. Kathy has been planning the party for you; Carlee, Allie and Fred’s parents and one of his brothers are visiting as well. It is also a housewarming party, and the first time you and Fred have seen the finished product.

You originally wanted to do something small with just the three of you, but since you aren’t having a baby shower you agreed to this party. Kathy started a group chat with your friends and they basically forced you into this, even getting Fred on board. You agreed because this is something you never had with Oliver, you had a small shower with your friends but due to the circumstances you didn’t have an elaborate party and didn’t really celebrate the pregnancy with Fred.

After the doctor’s appointment last week Fred wanted to cancel the party, but Kathy promised to do everything so you could stay off your feet as much as possible. It seems a little extreme since you are still supposed to exercise but Fred is more worried about you stressing over the little details.

“Oh you look gorgeous mama” Allie says hugging you. You are wearing a white, pink and blue floral dress. Since most of the party is indoors you figured you were fine to wear a dress during the winter. There is also a lot of people in your house, which is making the temperature rise.

“And your house is amazing!” Carlee exclaims taking in the house.

“I know they finished yesterday. We haven’t even spent time here. The keys went right from the designer to Kathy so she could set up for the party" you say laughing. “We get to stay tonight finally, but everything looks amazing.”

“Hi dear" you hear from behind you and see Fred has returned with your grandparents and his parents.

“Oh you are glowing, look at your belly” you grandma says placing a hand on your stomach.

“Yeah two babies does this to you" you say laughing as you hug her.

“You look amazing" Charlotte says walking up to hug you.

“Yes she looks amazing, but she is supposed to be sitting” Fred groans kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes at him and walk over to the couch with your friends and family to catch up on everything.

The party continues for a while. Oliver roped some of the players into a game of ministicks in the basement. And even with music and chatter you occasionally can hear the boys laughing or cheering. You know it is very possible there will be some broken apple watches or cracked phone screens with how they play.

Due to feet pain you have spent most of the party sitting at the couch, not that you would tell Fred he is right. Since your conversations have been limited to those nearby Fred has been mingling with everyone and you haven’t seen him in close to an hour. You just returned from the bathroom, when Kathy tells you the gender reveal is in 15 minutes.

You make your way over to the drink table, grabbing a bottle of water when you feel the familiar touch of Fred’s hand on your back. “Hey babe" you say looking to him. His lips kiss the top of your head, and you breathe in his cologne. A light moan leaves your lips but Fred doesn’t hear over the chatter from everyone else. His hand slides around to your stomach “you look stunning babe" he says in your ear.

“Thanks, so do you" you say turning your head to kiss him.

“I don’t look nearly as good as you skat” he says stroking your stomach. He leans closer to your ear “this dress, it really shows off your bump.” His thumb slides higher, lightly grazing your breast, you tilt your head, and you wince slightly at the feeling. “It also shows off your boobs, which I see have popped too” he chuckles, his hand briefly strokes your boob before dropping lower to your stomach.

Your breasts have recently become very sensitive, as has every part of your body. As much as you have wanted Fred to touch you, some nights you are far too uncomfortable. You have fallen asleep on your side, while his hand rest lightly on your hip, one of the few areas that doesn’t seem to bother you while lying down.

You lean back a little bit resting your back against his chest and feel his erection straining through his jeans. Your eyes go wide looking around the room at all the guests “told you I love seeing you pregnant.”

You turn around to face him and stand on your tippy toes, whispering in his ear “I can’t wait for everyone to leave.” You press up against his erection “so many things I want to do to you,” you place a kiss on his cheek.

You hear Fred groan and take a breath before you walk away. You find Kathy and chat with her, you try to engage with her but you can feel Fred’s eyes staring at you. Every time you glance in his direction he smirks at you. Your hormones are in overdrive from those subtle glances he keeps sending you. Fred knows what he is doing to you and what you are feeling.

You showed up a half hour before everyone else, except Sid and Kathy were there setting up in the entryway. You have been doing some yoga the past few weeks which has been helping with some of your pain; so when you arrived you weren’t feeling too bad.

Given how you have been horny for the last 3 nights but too sore to do anything you thought you finally found a window. Kathy was distracted with decorating, and Oliver had pulled Sidney away to show him some toys. Fred went into the pantry and you followed him in closing the door behind you. Kathy walked in and found you sitting on the counter engaged in a very hot make-out session and if she had of come 2 minutes later she likely would have seen a lot more. She laughed and jokingly closed the door behind her to give you guys “privacy” while turning up the music, but the moment was gone.

Now you are starting to feel sore again, but you are still extremely horny. You hope that your pain and sensitivity drops so you can enjoy your first night in your house. Kathy finally wrangles everyone for the gender reveal which is outside.

You put on your coat and meet Fred and Oliver who are standing by a net with a hockey stick for a picture. As the three of you pose you feel Fred’s hand slide down your back, before it finally reaches your ass where he gives you a light squeeze.

“Frederik” you sternly whisper, jumping slightly.

“Come on babe you’re better than that. You know what calling me that does" he squeezes your ass again. He set Oliver on the ground and kisses you on the cheek, you move over to the side as Fred gets ready with a puck.

You opted for a hockey themed gender reveal. There is a net with 5 accuracy shooting targets attached, one in every corner and one in the middle. Fred will shoot a puck, and he has to hit the targets. 3 are blanks and two have powder either pink or blue depending on the gender of each baby. He lets the first puck go hitting the target in the top right corner.

“Ahh" you hear, the target breaks and everyone waits but nothing happens. Oliver runs to the net “Daddy, hit this one" he says pointing to the bottom right corner.

“You think that one has a colour bud?” he asks.

“Yeah daddy!” he exclaims. He isn’t really sure what is happening, but he is so excited to be a part of it.

“Okay bud, go to mom so you’re out of the way.” Oliver moves and Fred shoots the puck, blue powder fills the air.

“I told you daddy" he says running for a hug. You join him as Fred kisses you “you know what that means?” you ask Oliver.

He shakes his head “well that means you are going to have a little brother" Fred explains.

“Yay! I want a little brother” Oliver screams causing a laugh from everyone.

“Well there is two babies, so we have to find out if the other baby will be a boy or a girl" you say.

“Boy! I want two brothers!” he says and you laugh lightly kissing his head. You and Fred are set on no more babies after the twins, so you are kind of hoping for a girl. Apart from the matching mother daughter outfits you love the idea of Fred having a daughter. You know that she would have him wrapped around her finger the second she is born.

“What one should daddy hit next? Top, bottom or middle?” you ask him pointing to the targets.

“Bottom one!” he exclaims. You take Oliver and move to the side; Fred hits it on the first shot and nothing happens.

“Not that one” you say. “Pick another one bud. Top or middle?”

“Umm" he says staring at the saucers. “Middle one, the middle one daddy!”

Fred takes a shot and hits the middle one “oh" everyone says as the disk explodes and nothing comes out.

Fred walks over and kisses you “at least we know what one it’s in.” You laugh as you watch him walk back, your eyes linger on his ass that is covered in dark denim. They are fitted in the ass, but don’t do justice for what you know is underneath. While he gets ready your eyes scan around the crowd and you see Carlee who is just smirking at you from across the way. Your face goes slightly pink as you know she saw you.

Fred aims at the top one but you hear a ringing as it hit the post. He pulls another puck over and takes a shot and shoots low, he takes another shot and goes wide. Everyone laughs at the missed shots.

“Need some help?” Sid jokes.

He takes another shot hitting the crossbar which earns some chirps from his team mates which he laughs off.

“My job is to stop shots not take them" he laughs.

“You’re supposed to hit it daddy” Oliver calls out which causes everyone including Fred to laugh. He shakes it off and brings another puck over to the shooting surface.

He takes another shot and hits the centre of the target and blue powder fills the air again. “Two brothers” Oliver squeals running to Fred. “Daddy I can play hockey and wrestling with them!”

Fred picks him up “yeah once they are a little bit older you can bud.” He wraps his arm around you and kisses you. He moves to deepen it slightly when Oliver starts laughing in his arms “gross daddy.”

Everyone laughs as he sets Oliver down who runs to your grandparents and Fred’s parents.

“Two babies and no girls" Fred says to you.

“I know babe, but as long as they are healthy that’s all that matters. If they are anything like our first son they will be amazing” you say looking at Oliver.

“With you as their mother they will be the best boys ever" he says kissing you.

Everyone surrounds you congratulating you, “maybe you can try for a girl once the twins are a little older” you hear Ernst say.

“Ha!” you laugh.

“We already decided we are done after these two” Fred explains.

“Being a mom of boys sounds nice” you say as Fred pulls you in tight to him. “If it was a girl Fred would let her walk all over him anyways.”

“Yeah that’s for sure” Charlotte says laughing.

A little while later everyone has left, you are at home; Oliver fell asleep pretty quickly once everyone left. Fred is driving your grandparent’s home and his family to your old condo. Your old bedroom set is going in the guest suite and you didn’t want to book the movers until this house was ready. You wanted them to stay in one of the spare rooms upstairs but there was some items on back order that won’t be arriving until next week leaving you with nowhere to put his family.

You are loading some dishes into the dishwasher, your playlist on a low volume fills the room when you feel Fred wrap his arms around you gently rubbing your stomach before settling on your hips.

“Babe, you have to take it easy” he places kisses on your temple.

“It’s just some dishes, it’s not stressful” you say moaning lightly at his touch.

“You shouldn’t be on your feet, need to rest” he reaches around you and turns the water off and scoops you up. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you to the elevator. Your hand plays with the gold chain around his neck, your head hearing his heartbeat while you ride upstairs “can’t wait until you’re no longer pregnant so we can christen this” he says in your ear.

You laugh and kiss his cheek “look forward to it” you say as the door dings. He carries you into your bathroom and sets you on the counter. He walks over to the tub and starts the water setting a warm temperature. He opens the cupboard to your bath salts and bubbles.

“What one?” he asks looking at you.

“Lavender vanilla” you reply smiling at him. He walks over and dumps some into the tub, a little too much as you see a big plume of bubbles forming. He walks over and helps you off the counter and pulls your dress and underwear off you. He quickly strips and leads you over to the tub where he steps in first.

He takes your hand and carefully helps you into the tub sitting down behind you. You relax against him, feeling the sensation from the jets being turned on around you. His hands are resting beside you, he is trying to respect your limitations even though you know it’s hard for him to not constantly touch your bump and feel his boys kick.

You rest your head in the crook of his neck, bringing his hands up to your stomach. Your eyes shut as he keeps his hands gently resting on your stomach not moving them. His touch alone relieves tension you didn’t even know you had been carrying. Calmness fills your soul as he begins to test the waters gently rubbing your stomach, a soft moan leaves your lips which he takes as encouragement to keep going.

“I remember 4 months ago enjoying a bath at the hotel with you when you suggested us getting a new place. We said how we wanted to get a tub like that in our house” you say lightly.

You feel his chest rise and fall behind you “crazy that you were pregnant then and we didn’t even know” he responds.

“Crazy how far we’ve come. About 3 years ago right now I found out I was pregnant with Oliver” you sigh as your hand draws up and down Fred’s thigh. Fred’s large hands still stroking your stomach as you feel one of the babies start to kick. You slide Fred’s hand to the spot on your stomach “just wait” you whisper as you feel his lips pressed gently into your head.

A minute later you both feel the baby kick and Fred chuckles in your ear “I love feeling them kick” he says as you turn your head to look at him. “Me too babe” you whisper against his lips. Fred’s golden brown eyes stare down at you for a minute, you see the yellow flecks in his irises before he brings his lips to yours locking you in a soft kiss.

You turn slightly to sit on one of his legs while you deepen the kiss. Your hands run up his beard, while you feel his slide up your back tangling into your hair. You continue to kiss, but it stays soft as your tongues explore one another, you finally pull back to take a breath.

“Bed?” you whisper and Fred nods helping you get out. After drying himself he helps you, laughing lightly as you struggle to reach your back. Once dry you grab his hand and walk over to the bed. He sits down with his head against the headboard and calls you to sit in front of him.

He starts massaging your back lightly. “Mmm” you moan lightly as he applies pressure to your shoulders, while peppering kisses to your neck.

“Remembered you like this from last time” he says.

“I think most pregnant women like massages” you laugh while he continues. “But this is really nice.”

“Well I have booked a masseuse to come every two weeks. Help keep your stress and pain down” he explains.

“I think that’s a little excessive” you say.

“You don’t want the massages?” he questions stopping. You turn around and stare at him “no I do, especially when you give me them. I really like when you give me them” you say smiling. “I especially like when you give me naked massages.”

He laughs, before he continues “I like when you give me naked massages too” he says pushing your hair in front of your shoulders while his hands work on your knots. You bring your hands down to your side looking for something to grip, and grab his thighs. You place a light grip on his legs, straightening your back while he continues massaging you.

You feel his lips lightly start sucking on your shoulders, your hands tighten on his thighs. Another soft moan leaves your lips as Fred’s mouth continues sucking on you. His hand leaves your shoulders and reaches around to cup your breast.

The pregnancy has them feeling extra sensitive, as you arch your back. “I need you babe” you groan, Fred’s mouth moves to behind your ear “yeah?” he questions. You nod your head and Fred moves out from behind you. You shift back slightly as he places a few pillows to help you get comfortable.

He spreads your legs and smirks seeing how wet you are before lying down putting his head between you. He lightly licks up your folds, causing you to moan. He continues placing light licks on your folds, and soft kisses on your thighs for a few moments before he slips his tongue in you.

“Babe” you gasp lightly as his tongue pushes further inside you. Your hips buck up when you feel him smirk against you. His beard rubs against the side of your thighs when you feel him slip two fingers inside you. He scissors you open and his tongue slides fully into you licking your walls. You are so wet that he could have slid in no problem.

His tongue slides out as he sucks on your clit, his fingers begin pumping in you. Your legs squirm while his fingers increase their speed. He sucks hard on your clit and you begin to feel your high approaching. You bring a hand down to grip his hair, moaning loudly.

“Fuck Fred” you groan as he continues, his fingers speeding up. He knows you are close and chasing your high. He sucks hard on your sensitive clit, curling his fingers hitting your sweet spot every time. He pumps quickly as your high comes crashing over you. Your legs shake as he works you through your orgasm, it is more intense than normal and he doesn’t let up until you finish.

He slows his fingers before he completely stops and pulls away. He smiles at you and you see your juices glistening on his beard while he sets your legs back down. He crawls up you and kisses you, you can taste yourself as you moan loudly. Your hands move to his back and start pulling him closer, feeling his erection pressed into your thigh. Your tongue swirls in his mouth, pulling him closer by his chain but Fred pulls back slightly.

“What?” you question as he looks at you softly. A hand gently cups your cheek “babe you have been sore and uncomfortable recently. You sure?”

“I said I wanted to do things to you. I meant it” you say pulling him in for a deep kiss. Fred rolls off you and sits with his back against the head board as you crawl over him. You can feel his hard dick pressing against your entrance while his hands rest on your hips.

He helps guide you down slowly as he fills you up. You moan at the feeling “you okay?” he questions. You nod and groan as you place one hand on his lower abs and the grips his shoulder. You take a deep breathe while you continue to slide down him before you feel him fully inside you.  

You smile at Fred and start a slow pace, rising and dropping on him. His hands move to your ass, helping you. Fred allows you to set the pace as his mouth attaches to your nipple. He gently sucks on your breast as you roll your hips on him.

“Fuck” you mutter, arching your back.

“You getting close babe?” he asks.

You open your mouth as a strangled groan leaves your mouth causing Fred to smirk. He pushes his hips further into you and begins to increase the pace. Your hand on his shoulder tightens its grip digging crescents into his skin as you rise and drop on him. The pace is very fast and has you moaning loudly, your head falls to his shoulder as your orgasm crashes over you.

Fred continues pushing into you as you lose focus, everything becomes intense. Fred slows the pace while you continue through your high. After a few minutes you loosen your grip on his shoulder and look up to him. He places a soft kiss on your forehead “you okay babe?”

“Mhm” you whisper staring at him for a second before you bring your lips to his. The kiss starts soft when you feel his hand tangle in your hair drawing you in. Your tongues dance around each other’s mouth as your hand slides up his abs that are covered in sweat.

You feel Fred’s hands give your ass a light squeeze as he helps you rise and drop on him. You are very sensitive from your previous two orgasms, and Fred allows you to set the pace. “Freddie” you moan.

“You good?” he asks kissing your cheek.

“So  good” you growl. “Unbelie…evably good.”

A devilish grin crosses his face as he increases the pace. “You feel so good” he groans pushing fully up inside you. Your head falls back and you feel Fred sucking on your neck.

“Fred. Fuck Fred” you scream as he pushes hard inside you. You begin to feel him becoming sloppy under you. You bring your hand down from his abs and begin pressing circles into your bud. Fred thrusts up inside you when you feel your third orgasm approaching. The familiar knot in your stomach begins to untangle, your walls tingling, you spasm and clench around him.

You stop moving while your third orgasm rips through you. Your vision blackens and your head falls onto his shoulder. You feel Fred’s pace slow before completely stopping. The grip around you, turns to a steadying embrace as whimpers leave your mouth. His hands run up and down your back waiting for you to return.

Your hand slides down his sweat covered chest and you slowly look into Fred’s eyes. “Babe?” he asks “you okay?”

“Yeah, just a lot. Those three came so easily and quickly, I’m just a little sensitive. Just need a minute” you explain.

Fred grips you and gently flips you onto your back “nope” he mumbles kissing your cheek. “You’re done for today.”

He rolls beside you and you see his hard thick cock, your juices covering it. The vein is deep blue, tip throbbing and leaking precum. You roll onto your side and run your hand over it causing Fred to whimper “I can’t leave you like this” you explain.

“Yes you can, I’ll be fine in a couple minutes if my naked girlfriend stopped touching it” he shoots you devilish grin trying to grip your wrist but you shake it away. “After what happened we’re not continuing. I knew it would be too much.”

“Too much pleasure not pain babe” you explain stroking him and rolling to rest on your legs. “If you’re not going to fuck me then I’ll have to handle this another way.”

You crawl onto your knees hollowing your mouth. Your hand pumps him a few times while you open your mouth taking him in. You clean your juices off of him and then proceed to fully allow him in.

“Babe, come on you don’t have to” he moans but you aren’t even sure he believed himself. His hands stop trying to pull you off, and tangle into your hair pulling it back into a loose ponytail. You bob up and down with a hollow cheek taking him fully in.

Danish curse words spill from Fred’s lips, his grip on your hair tightens. You know he is close and you bring your hand to his gently massage his balls. You feel his legs tighten under you as he reaches his high. He spills his seed deep in your throat, while you suck him dry.

You pull away and smirk up at him through your lashes “geez babe, your something” he says with a large smile. You crawl up to your pillow and lie down looking up at Fred who shifts onto his side. “You didn’t have to do that smuk” he whispers brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I know I wanted to” you respond and feel Fred’s lips press lightly to yours. It’s a soft and quick kiss before you feel the mattress shift while he gets out of bed. He pulls on a pair of boxers and heads to the bathroom. He returns with a damp washcloth and gently strokes your sensitive folds. You whine at the contact and Fred kisses your shoulder “sorry smuk” he mumbles against you.

He throws the cloth in the hamper and pulls one of his large t-shirts over your body before crawling in behind you. He adjusts the pillows to get you comfortable, you feel your eyes getting heavy. He lies down and rests his hands on your hip while you listen to his light breathing as you drift off.

Next Chapter

[erischaos]

the scare

summary: you and Johnny go through a pregnancy scare.

words: +1,5k

tags: fluffy, sexual themes. 

“Being a month late isn’t that big of a deal right?” you asked your friend out of the blue while playing with your cup. The coffee shop wasn’t very crowded so you felt free to talk with her about the matter. “It depends y/n” you looked at her expectantly. “It could be a lot of things like, you know, stress, changing food habits, an UTI” she made a pause and lowed her tone “…pregnancy”. It took you by surprise and you almost chocked. “Its impossible girl, forget it, its not that” you denied. All but that. You were on the pill. “I know you’re on birth control but it can fail, besides you told me you and Johnny are like a fifty percent of the time at it” you started to fidget with your hands while considering it. There isn't a big error range for the pill and you never forgot to take them but, at the same time, you thought about all those babies who were a product of that 1%. “I can’t have a child now, it can ruin Johnny’s career” you started to get nervous and your eyes started to water. You discussed the babies thing with Johnny and both agreed to wait a few more years, his idol career was just starting to take off and you got your degree only a year ago. Besides you two wanted to have the typical childless couple life; sex whenever, vacations, working without having to call a babysitter, a little bit of partying and just live life without worries. And having to hide the relationship was already stressful enough. “hey, y/n” you friend tried to caught your attention after seeing you space out, knowing you were probably thinking about all the pros and cons “its probably just a scare, don’t worry” You considered it, you had many scares but never one this long. “should I do a test?” your friend agreed with you and you both headed to the closest store to buy two or three, knowing that someone seeing you could be a risk she bought them for you and drove you home after. “I can’t stay y/n, I have work” you assured her it wasn’t a problem, said thanks, goodbye and went inside.

You couldn’t bring yourself to do them. What if it was a positive? It could change you whole life, his, the relationship, everything. The apartment was small so you probably would have to move. Was the puppy ready to have a little brother? Were his group mates ready to be uncles? Were your parents ready to have a grandchild? All those people would love if you and him had a baby, and honestly, you too. You wanted two, a boy and a girl, you want them to have Johnny’s nose and lips, you wanted to see a little John playing with your puppy, and read books to a little y/n, and when they grew up have one more. You wanted to have a big and happy family. You would love to have his kids, more than anything else but were you two ready to be parents? Suddenly you heard keys and your dog started to bark and wag his tail, so you quickly hid the bag under the couch cushions. “Hey angel” Johnny came thru the door and plopped on the couch beside you and started to kiss you. You interrupted the kissing and while petting your  dog asked him why he was home that early, you were supposed to know the answer of the test before he came home “we got the choreo pretty fast so they let us go home early, the boys wanted to have dinner together but I missed you” he continued to kiss you and started to get handsy. “we haven’t had some y/n and Johnny time lately” you broke up into a nervous laugh “lately? We have been fucking all weekend horny ass, what are you talking about?” you didn’t wait for an answer and searched for his lips, hovering over him, laying on the couch. Johnny hissed when he lay his head and you looked at him confused “what's under here?” he questioned you, the moment you realized panic invaded your body and he, nonchalantly, took from under the cushion a bag with a few pink boxes. He took one and read it, and then he looked at you, waiting for your answer. You couldn’t react, there was no air inside of your lungs no more, of course if there was a baby you were going to tell him but not like this, not now, no when you didn’t even do the test.

“y/n are you pregnant?” he never called you by your first name. You couldn’t open your mouth and with you on top of him he started to sit down, which made you be face to face. “are you pregnant?” he looked impatient and grabbed your face. You took a long, deep breath “I don’t know, I haven’t done it yet” He raised his eyebrows “why not?” “I don’t want to know the answer” you started to cry and looked down “I’m not sure you’ll like it” he moved his hands from your face to your waist and hugged you “how do you know if I’m going to like it or not baby?” you tried to talk in between your sobs “because you said you didn’t wanted a kid yet” your voice was muffled by his shoulder,  getting his shirt wet with your tears. He asked you why you bought on the first place and you told him you were a month late. “I’m not a gynecologist babe but there can be a lot of reasons, right?” you didn’t knew how the fuck he was so calm about it while you were a nervous wreck. “you are on the pill, you have been very nervous about your new work, you haven’t been eating well” he said while stroking your back. “why don’t we do it now so you can be sure and stop crying?” You sniffled and looked at him again “but what if its positive John, what if it ruins your career and we have to move and turn the dog into a nanny?” he giggled and wept your tears away “if it’s positive I’m going to be the happiest men in the world because it will mean I’m having a child with you dumbass, its not going to ruin anything because we don’t need to tell the world yet, we can live here for a while until we find a beautiful house to turn into our home, that I don’t know how I’m going to afford it yet but you’re going to have it, and our puppy is very smart, so I’m sure he’s going to be an awesome nanny, ok?” the dog looked at you two, licked your hand and went to sit on his bed. “babe, please, stop overthinking and let’s do it” You stood up and went to the bathroom, followed by him. He took the boxes from inside of the bag and handed them to you. “I’ll be waiting outside” he kissed your temple and closed the door. He didn’t lie, he would be extremely happy but he was nervous as fuck, he wasn’t even thirty yet, and its fun saying you want kids and fantasize about it but now that the probabilities where high, he was shitting his pants. You two worked his ass off to buy this tiny apartment and moving was going to be a financial death, he was a very well paid idol but a house is expensive for everyone. And diapers, and the baby formula, and a crib, jesus christ. His thoughts were interrupted when you opened the door with the tests in your hand. One line negative, two lines positive. This were going to be the longest five minutes in his life.

You weren’t calm either, you were shaking. You knew that looking at them wasn’t going to make them work faster but you couldn’t stop. Sooner than expected, one by one, the three test showed a single line. You weren’t pregnant. But why were you sad? This was the best outcome possible. Johnny hugged you from behind and kissed your head while smiling, but he got surprise when he heard you sob again “why again?!” he asked in distress making you laugh “I don’t know, I guess I got my hopes up” you dried you tears and you two hugged. “me too babe, but we have many years to be parents” he started to kiss you all over your face “but for now” he looked at your eyes and his were a lot darker than before “the only one we are going to traumatize fucking in the middle of the living room at six pm is our dog” he didn’t even gave you time to laugh when he pushed you up by your ass an sat you on the table, without stopping kissing you.

hello there again! the last line is sooo raunchy IM SORRY but i thought it was funny. please if you liked this scenario leave a like and comment if you want! i would love to hear some feedbacks from you guys :) im sorry im only writing for johnny but he inspires me a lot. 

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