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cottoncandyjester · 4 years ago

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Which of your ocs would go to therapy for or with their darling? How much effort would they actually put into it?

This is like tricking your dog into going to the vet.. y'all are evil

This story contains: them talking about their dark past, incest(twins), talk of sex

Theodore

Absolutely not.

He's a doctor so he would argue that he would know his own body pretty well

"i don't need therapy sweetie, I'm mentally healthy"

This is the same man who flinches at the sight of a butcher knife and has so much mental trauma he still gets scared touching you

If you beg he'll do it though..of course he'll be passive aggressive but he'll go.

Tries to out logic the damn therapist

"so theodore, describe your childhood"

Theodore pushed his glasses up and clears his throat, this was definitely not going to be good. "I'm well aware that a person's childhood shapes their mental state but I assure you this is a waste of time."

"theo, let them help y-" you shuddered at the sharp glance theodore gave you. You've never seen him so aggressive before but it was clear he wasnt having fun. He hated the thought of someone analyzing his every movements and play with his head since it's something he does to you so having it done to him is less fun. "I assure you, I'm mentally sound..nothing is wrong with me"

"alright well, how about we talk about your childhood anyways just chatting nothing serious?"

Theodore scowled before glancing your way, you were doing this cause you loved him..so he should go along with this right?

Hikaru

You have to trick him

You brought it up once and he lashed out at you so badly he actually hurt you pretty bad

You told him you wanted to shopping but when he saw you two were infront of a building that definitely wasn't a mall he was PISSED

He was about two seconds away from hitting you but he saw how much you wanted to help him so he gave it a shock

Aggressive as all hell

He couldn't believe he was here, a group therapy session for victims of sexual abuse. The male sat there in his expensive clothes with his diamond encrusted shades on a scowl on his face.

"so, would you like to introduce yourself and tell us why you're here?" You flinched lightly at the single question the therapist asked before glancing at hikaru who in his legs and pushed his shades up his blue eyes flickering with rage.

"I'm here cause my bitch of a soulmate decided to drag me here instead of a shopping trip like they promised, I could be at home getting my dick sucked but no in here surrounded by idiots" hikaru was definitely in a fiery mood.

"well hikaru, y/n brought you here bec-"

Hikaru huffed in anger cutting the doctor off his anger being never ending. "they brought me here cause they think they are so smart. Their job is to please me in anyway I see fit, in return I spoil them once in a while and I am NOT pleased." With that Hikaru got up before shooting you a dirty look.

"you have ten minutes to meet me in the car or you're walking home" he snapped before walking out the room. You apologized for hikaru before going to join him.

Axis

The first one willing to go

He thinks it will make a great date

Tells his therapist EVERYTHING

Honestly he sounds so chipper about it they look so worried for him

Like sir are you okay?!

Clams up when it comes to insecurities

Like nope.

He only goes once though cause in his eyes therapy is a going once event

"- then my brother salem poured bleach in my eyes! I know it was bad but I of course forgive him cause all siblings fight right? He's really great though! Like one time we were playing hide and seek and he couldn't find me for six hours haha!"

you nervously glanced at the horror stricken expression the therapist had, they were so shocked they werent even taking notes. "Your brother sounds extremely toxic and incredibly dangerous" they stated and axis paused with a light pout clearly offended.

"salem wouldn't hurt a fly!" He huffs out and you weren't sure this was helping too much..though you were glad he decided to go.

Salem

So his therapist had to see a therapist

The first three minutes he had to wear a muzzle cause he tried to eat his therapist and not in the fun way

He is so feral he just speaks in slurring words and barks

You have to put a collar and leash on him

He did leave with a mouth full of blood though cause he bit a huge chunk off his therapist.

"s-s-so, salem w-what do you think c-caused you to be this way?" The doctor spoke while standing on their desk as you tried to pull the leash hard to pull salem away. "Bad boy! Stop it!" You snapped out at salem who got his muzzle off and was attempting to devour the poor therapist. "I-im sorry he's usually much calmer than this, strangers make him hungry" you explained before seeing salem bite the therapist on the leg.

"salem! No! You don't bite people!" You scolded as you tried to pull the male off and once you did you decided it was time to go home now. "W-well thanks doctor this has been fun, let's go salem!" You dragged him away while shaking your head.

"y/nnnnnnn~"

"...yes salem?"

"I love you!"

You glanced at him seeing he was docile once more and you sighed "I love you too babe" you mumbled out not sure what to do.

Rin

His therapist quit.

He trolled them so hard they gave up

Spoke in meme quotes the whole time.

"rin, would you say you were a happy child?"

"yeet."

You face palmed at your boyfriend who was hellbent on annoying the therapist to death. This session has already been thirty minutes and while rin was holding back his laughter the doctor looked like they wanted to snap their clipboard.

"please rin, work with me here..."

Rin beckoned the therapist to come closer and when they leaned in feeling excited thay they made progress rin's eyes sparkled widely. "Big...chungus"

You and rin walked out the office after being kicked out since the therapist had an absolute mental breakdown. "You're an asshole.." you mumbled and rin wrapped an arm around your shoulder with a wicked grin. "I'm your asshole, babynow how about we dress you up then have clown sex? I say that's equal payment for this"

Yuki

He hated it

He was quiet the entire time

Like the entire time

He wouldn't answer a question or nothing

He legit fell asleep with his head in your lap and now sees therapy as a place to nap

He doesn't like strangers so there was no way in hell he's speaking to a stranger.

You sighed at the tense silence in the room as yuki buried his face into your stomach his head in your lap. The moment he got here he took a nap not really caring about the doctor or his questions..it's been this way for a full hour. Slowly yuki opened his eyes and sat up with a low hum, he leaned in to kiss you feeling really clingy until he heard the shuffling of another person.

yuki tensed up suddenly wrapping his arms around you his chin rested on your shoulder. "Y/n, home?" He questions with a grumpy pout. You ran your fingers through his hair with a loud sigh.

"yeah yuki, we can go home.."

prince

He sees himself too cool for that stuff

"I'm not going, therapy isn't my vision of a fun date. Foreplay and sex is a good date"

He doesn't like the idea of sitting in a room and talking about his feelings.

If you promise to let him finger you during the car ride he is totally In though

He doesn't take it seriously at all

Avoids all the questions

Ends up just boasting about his sex life for an hour

"y/n moaned louder that night than ever before, it was so fucking awesome" prince cheered out his eyes lit up. You were covering your face with your hands feeling nothing but embarrassment as prince went all and on.

"t-the question was what makes you happy" the doctor stated and prince gave a confused look. "Yeah, and I said sex I mean wasn't that clear?"

"prince could you perhaps be a nymphomaniac?"

"shit, maybe? If I don't bang at least twice a day I get all grumpy...speaking of bang on the car ride here it was fucking great y/n let me-" you covered his mouth not being able to handle anymore of this. "We'll be going now!" You snapped out now dragging prince away.

"you're sexy when embarrassed"

"shut the hell up"

Rocket

He is literally the least dangerous yandere

He thinks he's fine

But he goes and actually speaks about his life

Everything about his life seems so cheerful and good...until..it isnt

Like axis he speaks as if it's okay

He's a dumbass so therapy doesn't really help him

He just uses it as a way to spend time with you

"so what was your childhood like?"

"well, I grew up in a small village we owned a pretty big farm. My mother and father kinda liked to spoil me.."

You've never heard about his childhood so you were very engaged in this story..it sounded pretty nice. Rocket paused to think when suddenly his eyes lit up

"I ended up being chosen to be the village pet! It was such an honor!" He cheers out with a happy hum. Instantly you knew this wasn't going to be good but you let him explain.

"the village pet is like...hmm a handyman, they do basically anything the villagers don't wanna do it's hard work but it's good work." He explained

"what were some of the things you had to do?"

"well...solves disputes, help out on there people's farms, help procreate, honestly anything! Only way to leave the village as a pet is to choose a new pet. It was hard to pick someone..but I'm glad I did"

The room got very very silent...very fast.

Rocket gazed at the time before getting up. "Hey y/n we should go yeah? You promised we could go get ice cream if I do this with you"

Yuuji& yuuta

Lord...these two got so much fucking baggage

They go, but they see it as entertainment

A fun little joke

Until it's not

The therapist manages to make them fight

And that NEVER happens

Like never.

It gets super damn intense

You're over there like "damn okay."

You watched the two boys argue clearly upset with each other. The question was that if yuuta found yuuji attractive..and yuuta hesitated.

"so you don't think I'm cute or anything?"

"I never said that! I just think, you're not my type."

"how the hell could I be not your type?! I know exactly what you like and don't like! I please you all the damn time!"

You cleared your throat awkwardly, not sure if going to couples therapy was a good idea anymore.

"I'm just saying! You sometimes..don't hit it quite right I mean..it's fine everyone has their ups and downs"

"OH so I'm bad at sex now?! You're such a liar cause on the drive here you were screaming like a little whore!"

"anyone can fucking scream yuuji! Doesn't take damn rocket science! Y'know I'm starting to see why ushio fucking hates you! You think you're so damn high and mighty! This is why we can't have normal relationships with our siblings!"

The room got silent as the two panted softly the screaming working them up and yuuji turned his head away eyes glimmering with tears. You honestly..felt like you were watching a drama show and was totally into it. "I-i didn't mean that- I'm sorry I just-"yuuta mumbled out and yuuji sniffled.

"do you..hate me?"

"wha-"

"ever since we came out when we were younger, you've been trying to be such a tough guy..you don't even say you love me as much. So, do you hate me?" Yuuji explained and you watched as the two hugged.

"of course not! I-i just didn't want anyone to still see me as that girl who was scared of her own shadow" yuuta whimpers out and yuuji smiled at him "you're not her, you're a strong guy.. our strong guy and we love you so much me and y/n" yuuji whispers out planting a kiss on the boy's cheek.

As the three of you left you suddenly felt an arm link with yours on either side. "Enjoy the show dollface?" Yuuta chimed before yuuji giggled "it was very fun!"

"you two were faking it?!" You huffed out seeing them both nod. They were totally lying but they didn't want you to know that, after all they were twins..fighting was basically illegal to them.

Scarlett

Another person who isn't happy with therapy

Straight out refuses

Like nope.

Never.

It takes A LOT of convincing til she agrees

Another member of the "has a bad childhood but sees it as normal" group

Hers is downright horrifying

But she giggles it off

"my childhood? Hmm..well my father was a doctor, I was his little nurse" she said softly in thought and you immediately didn't like this.

"he taught me all about plants, poisons and human biology. He was studying human mutations he wanted to know if it was possible to have humans evolve animal like traits, by replacing their body parts for animal ones of course" she cheers out and interlaced her fingers together.

"such an interesting study, some of them works in some ways..though it seems the human body can't handle some things..we are such fragile creatures are we not?"

Scarlett had this creepy dangerous vibe about her and the session was instantly cut short due to your therapist feeling unsafe. As you two walked out you couldn't help but gaze her way.

"who were his victims?" You asked out softly before feeling her hold your hand with a smile. "Well, children from my school. Then..me" she stated softly causing the haira on the back of your neck to stand.

"what animal part did he give you? Did it work?"

"it worked.."

That was all she stated and you didn't hear anything about it ever again so you were left to wonder about it.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere ocs

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chocobetterknot · 5 years ago

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All For You

pairing: idol!yoongi x fangirl!reader + other BTS members

genre: fluff, (slight) angst, (maybe) smut

about:

You’ve been to each of their show. Each fan meeting. As in all of it from 2015 up to today. But what happens when one of the boys finally notice you? The same black mid length hair coursing through the lines as you wait for your turn for yet another autograph to add to your never ending autographed items.

warning: S L O W B U R N

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•P A R T S E V E N•

“I recognise you, you know?” your heart drops at the statement. “I can recognise that perfume you’re using from yesterday, YN.” he adds. You sigh, having no choice but to remove your Hello Kitty mask and smile at Hoseok who’s already laughing at you. Your cheeks turned red immediately, “Well, you’re the only one who did. I was so close to getting away without being recognised,” you retorted as you laugh slightly.

“Oh that’s where you’re wrong. Kookie recognised you about half an hour ago when you were waiting in line. He texted Jin hyung, Jimin, and me to act clueless until you reach me,” he replies with a triumphant smile that almost seemed like he’s boasting about making you look like an idiot. He noticed the look of uncomfortable embarrassment in your face that he immediately say, “Hey, it’s okay. I don’t think you’re a stalker, YN. But I do want to know why you’re here again. Didn’t you have a plushie signed by us yesterday? How many plushies did you buy anyway?” you looked down to your shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the universe. You didn’t know how to explain yourself so you just say, “Uhm, I’m holding the line, Hoseok. I better go. Thank you for signing this plushie again!” and with that, you walk away as quickly as possible. But because of your clumsiness that worsened because of your nervousness, you tripped on one of the speakers’ wire making a loud bang causing the boys look at you.

A hand was immediately placed on your shoulder. When you turned to face the owner of the hand, it was the same guy from yesterday helping you get off the floor. You best friend runs to you with a worried expression etched across her face. “Did you hit your head? Where does it hurt, YN? Should we go to the hospital?” she asks you all on one breath making your chuckle at her panicked state. “Calm down, I’m okay,” you answer trying to calm her down but when you try to stand straight, your right foot stung making you grimace in pain and this does not go unnoticed by both Lou and the man from yesterday. As if on cue, he carries you. He momentarily looks at the boys then walks into a door hidden behind the stacked chairs and Lou follows behind.

This is probably a part of the backstage because there are racks of clothes being pushed and people with radios swiftly walking in every direction. You couldn’t focus since your ankle is now starting to swell. A few more turns and you are carefully placed down on a sofa. Lou sits beside you, “Thank you, uhh...” she says. “Jehun, miss,” the man answers quickly. “Thank you, Jehun. But you really didn’t need to bring me here. I can get ice back at the hotel,” you say trying to get on your feet but you stop and wince at the sharp pain almost immediately.

“Miss YN, I already called for the nurse on duty. Please don’t make this harder for the both of us.” Jehun tells you making your best friend agree. “Tall muscle guy’s right, YN. We can leave after you get checked. Youngjae will slice my head off if we come home with your foot in that situation,” you sigh, giving up and lean back on the sofa.

You hear the door swing open but you don’t look knowing it’s probably just the nurse. You still try to move your foot but you wince every time. “Well aren’t you a clumsy one,” you look at the nurse in her mid-thirties says as she stood in front of you. She smiles at you and kneels to check on your swelling ankle. “Jehun said you tripped and fell?” you simply nod, embarrassed for your clumsy action. “You sprained your ankle, dear. You just need to ice on this and keep it raised for at least two hours okay? That’ll help with the swelling. After that, you can try to move it left and right slowly.” you smile at her and thank her as she stands up to leave. But as she opens the door, a loud voice booms in the room followed by a couple of footsteps.

“YN! YN! YN!” Jin yells as soon as he enters the room. Running behind him were Jungkook and Jimin. All three of them has worry etched on their beautiful faces which makes you feel butterflies in your tummy. You’re not actually sire if it’s because you’re embarrassed or just giddy to see your idols worry about you.

“YN-ah are you okay?” Jimin asked as soon as he kneeled before you, catching his breath. He eyes were full of worry and you fought the urge to touch his adorable face which is literally just a meter away from yours. “Yah! Jiminie stop hovering!” Jin yells pulling Jimin by his shoulder. You thank Jin in your head for doing what he did before you actually do something even more embarrassing than your fall earlier.

Lou laughed, catching the attention of the boys, “Will you please relax? YN’s fine. The nurse said she sprained her ankle but it’s not that serious. She’ll be fine in the morning.” she says assuringly and the boys loudly sigh in relief. “That’s good. We were so worried.” Jungkook says and smiles at you.

“Really?” you realized that you sounded too excited to hear that your idols were worried for you but you quickly add, “Ah- I mean, you guys don’t even know me,” you felt your cheeks gradually turn red once again so you look down. But you felt a hand on your chin, raising your head to look straight, “YN, we already had dinner with you. We consider you as our friend already.” it was Hoseok smiling brightly at you. You hadn’t noticed he came in. And your heart started to beat erratically. You didn’t know how to react to the beautiful man in front of you as you feel the worried gaze of the three other guys sitting on the floor behind Hoseok.

Lou probably saw how red your face was and how panicked you are because she quickly interjects, “O-okay! I’m so glad we’re friends now but please don’t break my best friend. Her brain’s barely functioning well to process how you guys are actually worried about her clumsy self.” You immediately hit her playfully. “What? It’s true. Look at your face, dude.” she points to your face and laughed. And you heard the boys laugh too.

“Psh I’m clearly fine, guys. Thank you so much for letting me stay here but Lou and I have a flight to catch so we really have to yeet out of this country and go home.” you attempt to get up once again but you failed. Your foot hurt too much. Out of frustration, you sigh loudly and look at your best friend, waiting for her to do something. She seemed to understand because she quickly stood up and say, “I’ll go find tall mu- I- I mean Jehun. The car’s waiting outside anyway. Maybe he ca-“ she was cut off by Jin. “No need. I can carry her to your car.” he says enthusiastically but you quickly protest when he bends down to pick you up. “No! There might be paparazzi lingering outside. Jehun can help me. Besides, aren’t you tired?”

“YN, it’s fine. We’ll feel better if you let Jin hyung help you.” this time it’s Jungkook who speaks up. But you know you’d be risking their image if you let them do what they want so you give an alternative idea.

“Okay, here’s an alternative because I really cannot put your image on the line. Lou will help me walk to the car. Then we’ll text you once we get to our hotel so you guys won’t worry anymore. Is that a deal?” you say and then stare at you for a moment seeming to think about your proposal.

Eventually, they all nod in agreement, “Alright. You have a point.” Hoseok says stepping forward as he hands you his phone to key in your number. When you give back his phone, he presses something and then your phone rings in your bag. He laughs and cancels the call. “Just making sure you gave me the right number.” he smiles at you as he helps Lou help you stand up.

As you get settled in the car, your phone chimes so you dig in your bag to check who messaged you.

“Take care, YNie! See you soon! -Hobi”

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A/N: im so sorry if this took too long. i had to focus on my studies these past few days. taking up nursing is really a challenge and my parents have spent too much already for me to just take it for granted. i hope you all understand. A N Y W A Y..... here’s part 7. i know it’s not much but i hope you all enjoy

✿ PART 6 | PART 8 ✿

TAGS: @aroseforyoongi @anoesjkaax @rjsmochii @super-btstrash-posts @007-mikey @strayyeets @puwurple @leave-me-alone-im-lonely @xcharlottemikaelsonx

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts suga x reader #bts yoongi #bts yoongi x reader #bts agust d #BTS suga #BTS jimin #BTS jin #BTS jungkook #bts jhope #bts rm #BTS v #bts taehyung #bts imagines

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hell-bound-stories · 4 years ago

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Curraway woods- The girl

Diana took a sigh of relief the moment the doctor had left. She pulled the sword out of the manticores burgundy main, using it to block the sun from her eyes as she looked up at the sky (yes she has a hat shut up).

“Ok, they’re gone” She said, lowering the sword to her side.

The beast lifted its head, looking around before fully standing up. The large gash on its side healed instantly as it did so. While the manticore was otherworldly it was still the size of a normal adult lion, so Diana was actually taller than it.

‘Strange’ Diana thought to herself. She’d seen many monsters like this before, but this one was so abnormally small, even if it was the size of a lion. She could tell it was young, but not how young.

While the beast was taking note of the sky Diana walked over and cut a piece of its furry main with her sword. The beast pulled back in protest but it was too late, she already had a lock of its fur.

“That is for getting those guys off your tail” She said, placing the fur in her basket next to the other plants. She waved the sword in the air, and in a flash it turned into a simple wooden wand, with that she placed it in her hat.

“Hey that's not fair!! I coulda taken em on my own!!!”

Diana looked back to find a small girl where the beast once stood. She was completely taken back, speechless.

The girl wore simple overalls with a messy somewhat torn t-shirt underneath with no shoes. She had scrapes and bruises dotted around her red/pink skin. Her large bull like horns had a red hue at the tip along with her tail that had a normal triangle tip. Her horns seemed small in comparison to her hair. Her dark pink/purple hair was almost the size of her. It was curly, covered in sticks and leaves. However her most stand out feature was how small she was. She was barely half the height of Diana.

Diana expected this demon to be young, but not this young. She looked no older than 10, maybe even younger. Diana immediately began to feel sorry for her.

‘How does a kid so young end up in Hell?’

“What” the girl snapped, she didn’t like that Diana had been staring for so long.

“So” Diana started, “what are you going to do now?” She was genuinely curious.

The girl looked around, “I don't really know, anything I guess I’ve never gotten this far” She said truthfully, “Imma go look for frogs!!”. The girl began walking away towards the forest, but was stopped by a sudden hand grabbing her arm.

“Wait” Diana said

The girl jumped back instinctively, hissing loudly as she did so, pulling her arm away from the grip. Diana quickly noticed her mistake, taking steps backwards to put some distance between them. The last thing she wanted to do was scare her.

“Im sorry” She said honestly, trying to remain calm, “Why don't you come hang out with me?”

“EWW” The girl said quickly, “Why would I want to spend another minute with adults, all of you suck butt” She hissed.

“Well I helped you get away from those guys didn’t I?” Diana pointed out, hoping to gain any trust she could. She knew that was going to be hard, but she wasn’t going to give up on her and leave her here alone. That wasn’t fair.

“Yeah so?” She clearly wasn’t impressed, “Like I said I coulda taken them all on my own!!!” She puffed out her chest, trying to appear strong. Diana very much doubted that, but she wasn’t going to crush her facade.

“Well why don't you spend just one night with me?” Diana offered, “I'm sure you're tired from out running them all morning” She was trying her best to sound inviting.

“Nu-uh” She shook her head, “I don’t need adults, adults are stupid”. She began walking away again.

“Hmm” Diana had to think for a moment, “Oh well, I guess I’ll just go home and play with all my frogs by myself”

This caught the demon girls attention, stopping her march away. She looked back at Diana, “you have frogs?!” Her voice was filled with excitement for the first time.

“Yep” Diana went on, “the lake nearby is full of them, and they are all over my property. It comes in handy for all my magical needs”

“NO!” The girl yelled in protest, running up to the witch, “You don’t kill them do you?”

“Oh no no” Diana explained, “I just need their slime and spit and eye juice”

“Oh gross!!” The girl said, full of excitement, giving a full smile as she did.

“Oh it's so gross” Diana agreed with just as much excitement, “Do you want to see?”

“Hecky yes I want to see!!” She said bouncing up and down. Any opposition to being with the adult witch had been cast aside in favor of frogs.

While it wasn’t exactly trust Diana would take it. As long as this young girl wouldn’t be alone in the woods tonight it worked. Demon or not, it wasn’t right to just leave her here.

“Great my cabin is-”

“I’ll beat you there!!!” With that the girl transformed back into the manticore from before, and took off in a random direction towards the trees. Flying past Diana without hesitation.

Diana smiled, “other way”

The beast ran by again, this time going the other direction

“Still wrong” She laughed. Demon or not, kids are kids.

The beast walked back over and sat down in front of Diana in defeat.

“Come on, I’ll show the way” She smiled.

The beast gave up, turning back into the same girl from before, “I totally would have found it on my own” She boasted as they both began to walk into the woods.

“Oh I know you could” She paused, “huh I don't know your name”

“Oh my name is Max!” Max said triumphantly.

“Max? What a great name” Diana said, agreeing in a way. It fit her perfectly.

“I know!!!” Max exclaimed following closely along, “I thought of it all on my own!!!”

They walked out of the grassy field into the forest. Diana led the way to a small elephant path that she knew well. The cabin was a short 10 minute walk from the field, the perfect amount of time to get to know Max. Diana had questions, and Max had her own special answers.

“You know” Diana started, “I’ve never seen a demon quite like you before”

“I know aren't I cool!!!” Max stated, “Not every demon is a cool colour like me!!!”

“Really?” Diana knew basic things about demons, but had never heard of ones with pink skin.

“Yeah! Im super special, one in a quatrillion!” She proudly explained. As they walked Max jumped on every log she could walk along on, before jumping down to find another rock or log to walk on next. Diana just stuck to the trail, keeping an eye on Max, just to make sure she didn’t wonder the wrong way.

“Is your cool monster form a part of you being super special?” Diana had seen many mythical beasts before, but she’d never seen a demon with a form like that. Most demons had a generic monster as their beasts form, not something specific like a manticore.

“Yeah isn’t it awesome!!” she bounced along the path, “It such a cool lion thing, its super big and strong”

“Can you do anything else that’s special?”

“Uh” this was the only question that stumped Max. She took a moment thinking hard, “Not now, no one ever told me how to use stuff like fire, but I don't need them. I'll learn on my own!!” Her confidence returned without effort.

“Oh, well how old are you?” Finally Diana got to ask the question that had been burning in her mind since she first met her minutes ago.

“I think I'm 7? I never kept count” Max happily replied, unfazed by the question or the response. Diana however was not. How does a 7 year old end up in Hell? She knew the answer but she still wanted to ask, “Do you know how you died?”.

“Yeah!!”

“Really?” Now this was surprising.

“Totally” Max climbed on top of a large rock, “I went out fighting a pack of wolves, trying to save a family of small bunnies!!” She stated without hesitation, raising her firsts to the sky. Diana couldn’t help but give her a smile, a soft warm smile. There was nothing like childlike innocence.

Max put her arms down, “I think” she admitted, “I'm sure it was super epic and cool and it definitely happened in a forest”. The fact she was dead didn’t bother her one bit. She jumped off the rock and continued on the way.

Diana didn’t know what to say. She knew Max wouldn’t remember, no demon remembers how they die, but she didn’t expect Max to be so ok with it. Let alone talk about how “epic” it could have been.

“Holy heck!!” Max shouted, running in front of Diana down the rest path. They had finally reached their destination.

The path ended at a small clearing, in the middle of which had a simple cozy house. There was another small path off to the side that led to a nearby lake. The only thing unusual about the cabin at first glance was the fact the house and surrounding area was covered in frogs, hoping and croaking about.

Max was in awe at the site, and Diana was reminded of how bad it was.

“There are so many FROGS!!!” She screamed, running to grab as many as she could.

Diana sighed, letting out an extremely un enthused, “yep”

#curraway woods #Max and Diana

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irwinsx · 6 years ago

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okay here me out: what if like you meet cal & y’all are friends & you like him but don’t wanna date him bc you know he mostly just hooks up but then you overhear him talking to the boys ab how you’re like a game changer & he’s never felt these things before & then y’all fuck & he keeps whispering things like “so beautiful” & “pretty girl” & ugh what a dream

ugh what a dream i unfortunately didn’t write the smut (sorry!) because i knew i was gonna butcher it. but it is super fluffy so i hope that makes up for it.

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Story: In which you finally hear the harmony between your best friend, Calum, and yourself.

im taking writing requests!

“Seriously, stop!” you giggled, pushing Calum with your elbow. You were both grasping controllers in your hands, focused on the screen. Calum had killed your character, once again, irritating you. He erupted in laughter, loving the way you had gotten worked up. He knew you were bad at video games. In fact, it had become an inside joke between you two.

A joke. Ironically, the way you met: a huge joke.

Everything about college was a nightmare. You had forgotten your cutest clothes back home, hours away, and lost your school card far too many times to count. You were late to class multiple times, and only met one person, you’re roomate. She wasn’t friendly, only offering harsh glares layered with stress and annoyance.

Frankly, you avoided her. It wasn’t until two weeks later, on a cold night you met someone.

The street was overflowing with life; the lights beamed yellow along the sidewalk and each bar was opened late night, blasting music and conversation. It traveled in the night sky and danced around the stars. Even at 10pm, your small college town was alive.

You, however, were walking home from the local library and back to your dorm. You avoided the bars, headphones blocking out the movement of sound and feet avoiding miniature potholes in the pavement. Before you could take another step, a sudden tug at your elbow had spun you around, knocking melody out from your ears and your heart into a panic.

Before you knew it, your fist dug its way into a large, tough chest. You heard a yelp of pain and witnessed a man grasping his chest while leaning over.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” you gasped, reaching out to the stranger. A sudden wave of guilt strangled your heart.

“Fucking hell– you just had to punch me?!” he coughed. He managed to stand up straight, revealing a dark blue t-shirt, holding onto his broad shoulders. His black hair fell just above his brown eyes, now piercing into yours.

“Yeah, you, like, grabbed me!” you exclaimed.

“I wasn’t gonna kill you, ya know! I was just playing a … joke!” he said.

“A joke?” you questioned, “where you abduct a woman?”

“No– don’t be dramatic. I was dared to hook up with the first ugly girl I saw. Glad that didn’t work out…” he said, rubbing at his chest. You were suddenly offended, all feelings of guilt fluttering from your heart and out into the sky to mingle among the music and stars above.

“You asshole,” you scoffed. Once again, before your feet could dig into pavement, you were stopped by a familiar grasp.

His grasp.

“Listen, I’m sorry,” he sighed, lowering his voice, “let me make it up to you. My friends may be assholes but i’m not. I’m Calum”

You looked past his shoulder, noticing a group of guys looking over and snickering to themselves, no doubt saving this for a future story while sitting together in suits surrounded by their dolled-up wives.

However, you gave in, and suddenly had a coffee date.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t always kill me off like that,” you said, throwing the controller onto the floor next to you.

It had been a year since that coffee date. You were shocked by the person you met and how different he was from that night. The Calum you met in that coffee shop had made your heart flutter. He made you laugh, filling the world with the sound of your laughter, and what he called, your undeniable smile.

Over the year you two had done it all: sneaked pecks on the cheeks on nights of light drinking, danced in an empty bar at 3 am, jukebox playing Nirvana, tangling around the two of you as he spun you around, almost tripping on your feet. He spent late nights with you in the dorms after your stress induced episodes, holding you at the edge of your cheap twin mattress and whispering jokes into your ear.

“Did you hear about the restaurant on the moon?” he whispered, arm around you and his face in your hair, “it has great food, but no atmosphere.”

You laughed, not because it was funny, but because it was Calum, holding you, smiling against your hair and tracing circles into your arm.

And as much as your heart had sung for him, his didn’t sing for you. Instead, his heart jumped from girl to girl, party to party, and you didn’t want that.

You couldn’t imagine a life of just hooking up. Not with Calum, not with someone who made your heart burst in falsetto. So instead, you lingered, hearing about his late night hookups, as if they were trophies on a pedestal.

He would brag, boasting about bar scores, scratching ticks into the wall to count off another body, on another night. Every time he brought up his faux achievments, you thought to take a trophy and break it in half, throw it in the trash or burn it.

But you didn’t.

“Well, I’d appreciate it if you came to the kickback tonight,” he smirked, turning towards you.

“Right, as if I don’t have studying to do.” you replied.

“Studying? Come on– education is for losers!” He laughed, ruffling his hair with his hand.

“Fine…” you said, racking your brain with excuses, “I have a date!”

A silence boomed between the both of you, staring at each other with the paused expression of hiding smiles.

“Not that excuse again. You’re coming tonight, I don’t care!” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, causing you to fall into his chest.

“Fine!” you shrieked, laughing and lightly hitting his chest, “I’ll be there. Promise.”

You arrived to a house filled with modern bleak furniture and concrete floors, leading to a large backyard, wrapped in fairy lights that resemble lightning bugs you used to catch as a child. A smaller group of people were here with you, drinking to light music that waltzed on the flowerbeds outside.

This felt different from most of Calums other events. Those were usually filled with blasting music and screaming people who made out in unlabeled bedrooms.

On your second drink and third guy failing to flirt with you, you still had your mind on one person.

Him. Where the hell was he?

You stepped back into the house, greeted only by people you barely knew and empty cups sprawled on tables. Calum was nowhere to be found, not until you came across an unlabeled bedroom. Then you heard it, like a dog reacting to a whistle.

“It’s just… something else,” you heard from the bedroom. It was Calum.

“Like what?” another voice came from the room. Luke, a friend Calum introduced you to months back.

“I’ve never felt this with someone. Everytime I’m with her I get.. nervous? It’s like I don’t even… care about anyone else. I want to be around her, and only her.” He explained, playing with the rings on his hands.

Metal, twisting up to his nail bed, and back down again, like clockwork.

“Only her? That’s a first,” Luke laughed in a failed attempt to lighten the mood.

“She changed it for me. I don’t care about who I’m gonna hook up with tonight. I just want to see her. I wanna see Y/N” he continued to explain.

“Then see her!” Luke insisted, “Who is stopping you?”

A series of shuffling came from the room, and suddenly you found Luke stomping out from the bedroom, looking annoyed. He whipped past you, leaving you looking at Calum.

The only thing separating the two of you was this door frame, until you walked through it and shut the door behind you.

A silence crept its way into the room, squeezing itself under the doorframe and standing between the two of you. It wagged its tail and jumped, begging for your attention.

You didn’t pay it any. Instead, you kept focusing on the sudden sweat that leaked from your palms, on your heart beating against your ribcage, and the face of your best friend, the boy from the bar with a hurt chest and dark hair.

“Listen…” Calum began, standing up and wiping his hands against his dark jeans.

“You know… you were all I wanted to be around, Cal. Just you, for so long,” you interrupted, looking right into him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, “I promise.”

Once again, before you could take a step closer to him, the familiar feeling of his hands on you raced up your spine and back down again. It found its way to your shoulders and into your hands, where they rested on the back of Calums neck. And for a split second you felt your lingering fingers zap against his skin.

And then he kissed you.

Your heart began to sing, crescendoing into a high tune of excitement and nervousness. However, it wasn’t alone. It was paired with another tune that escaped from Calum.

Your hearts, for the first time, harmonized, and silence snuck its way back to the party to beg for attention from other strangers. The melody curved around the two of you, creating the lights of fireflies and street lamps next to bars. That stupid bar, you thought, made your chest sing.

And you both parted from the kiss, still held in embrace, surrounded by twisting sounds and blazing lights like stars.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You looked up at him and smiled, your heart still and always in falsetto.

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kyunsies · 3 years ago

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MADCH MADCH <3

hello fam - I've had a weird day, I'm super happy I can take the time out to reply to you. always thinking of you though, I hope you're always having a great day. today's been a bit of a non day - a family member has to deal with operations and that's on top of me too so i've just felt a bit winded in life?

YES to you finally conquering that damn cold! do you feel properly replenished now? omg i hate sore throats too - okay i hope this doesn't give you nightmares but when i was a kid i saw a documentary about this terrible disease that manifests at its worst a bit like alzhemiers but it can hit anyone of any age and for the majority of people who get it... one of the first symptoms is a sore throat and i have literally lived in terror of sore throats ever since. but luckily it's a very rare disease. so basically, yes, i understand you.

OMG you know when you're like eight and you don't want to sleep and you're like no i will adult and stay up and it will be glorious - i'm like, CHILD YOU FOOL you could have gone to sleep XD and ugh no responsibilities?! i remember working most of the time when i was a kid and i kind of wish i had wreaked havoc? what was your childhood like? did you get to do lots of fun stuff? i know my mum wishes she had been able to spend more time with me when i was a kid and i'd like to have a family and i'd love her to be able to relax and just spend time with her grandkids? OMG well when you come to europe let me know and then i can show you around and give you a hug in person!

so we're mainly cofe here though cahtolic culture is still big and honestly i'm with you. like religion can be a great influence on you if it's not used in nefarious ways and can help you learn so much - like even if there are things you don't end up agreeing with at least you learn about then so you can make a choice for yourself as opposed to not really knowing anything? agree - people that are really boastful totally put me off, i just can't deal with it at all. but you're right, like it makes us so so hard to forgive ourselves for anything right? like, even if we've done nothing wrong and we shouldn't have to punish ourselves? like i swear i'm apologising for everything haha XD once someone pushed me off the tube and i ended up apologising like ON REFLEX? hasjdkahds XD but i really hope you have people around you that keep bigging you up too! if not i will keep bigging you up :D :D so you know that you are worth it.

i'm sorry you're not looking forward to your final year of uni! think you're almost there though - like this is the final stretch and you'll have like conquered everest you know?! and even if your landing at the end of it isn't as perfect the fact you landed at all means so much and that means you can stand up again and keep going! day at a time and moment at a time you know? i kind of had this moment today (hence my wierd day) when i was worry about everything and i literally sat there like - have i made the right choice and done the right thing and surely i've made the wrong choices in my life and do i actually have any talent cause if not people would actually like my stuff and i had to just be like... a moment at a time sometimes you know? like, just bit by bit and don't sweat the stuff you don't have to? idk i find it hard to do but i hope that helps you - like you'll surmount every little thing bit by bit and before you know it you'll have made it! you were born ready you were <3 <3

TINY SQUAD IS GO! the pant dilemma is truly a massive issue, like IDK how to deal OMG OK SO LAMPSHADING is like when you do big baggy like tops and then like leggings or tights or something skinny on the bottom so... you look like a lampshade? like i guess it makes you look cute and then also it's such an easy way to dress without worrying if you look like a kid that's wearing your mum's clothes?? ahsdjakdhsa XD

AHHHH YES BASIL ME TOO!! what scent did you end up buying? i'm sure it was lush - are your parents near you or is it like a massive special occassion to get to see them? YES agree with your take on musk though! like it feels like idk, something a 50 year old with a cigar in a stuffy country club would wear? like, there's no energy to it but not in a chill mellow way either??! like even if i was going to a dinner thing I would still rather not wear something musky? like i'd still rather it be something a bit sweeter? also like some musk perfumes can be SO STRONG? like i'm like - my nose is choking on this perfume XD

YES BLUE MOON SQUAD AAAAA it is literally one of their finest ever, it's always stayed on my top faves list by them. like ugh yes to the lofi stuff sometimes i just wanna VIBE and be in my feels but not so much i'm too angsty but enough that I'm FEELING feels ya know? what did you think of kiss or death? it really wasn't that kind of vibe but yh i hope they do more lofi jazzy stuff - also cause like not a lot of korean groups play with that sound a lot?

hello mädch's mom as always! nerer apologise for being late, always just happy to hear from you and i hope you are super super well and looking after yourself first and foremost! more than anything <3 (also i take ages to reply too ya know and omg this is so so long ahsdjakhdaskjdh)

love you lots and lots and lots xxxxxxxxxxxx

ANGEL ANGEL !!!!!!!! <3 i know i'm really late to this LKDFJS i've had such a busy week getting some overtime in and then visiting my grandparents' house so i didn't really have a lot of energy to reply to all of this BUT IM HERE AND i can finally give u a good response <3

firstly is your family member okay??? i hope so ;____; how was the rest of your week, and how was your weekend angel? i hope u were able to enjoy your weekend and that everything is okay in the family <3

but YEAH my mom and i are over the stupid cold ;_____; i hate colds,,,, they last way too long lol like i say i know the flu is a little more serious than a cold but i would rather have it for a day or 2 than being stuck feeling lousy for a whole week :( ALSO SLDKFSJDFKLJ OH GOD SEE we are both hypochondriacs ( that's not the best trait to have as a nursing major lol ) but tbh i'm really curious about this rare disease ????? :o sounds really scary tho goodness gracious i wonder what it could be ;____;

also god i was always awful at staying up late as a kid LOL but i know what u mean !!!!!! honestly there was only one time i can recall i had a sleepover with my friend in like the 3rd grade and we tried pulling an all nighter so i think we made it to like 5am but i had to go to bed omg i felt like such garbage LKDSFJ </3 it's just funny bc like as u get older u realize that staying up late is really nothing special and if anything u feel like a train hit you the next morning and adults are so sleep deprived as it is we just *try* to prioritize sleep SLDKFJSDKLJF :') you worked a lot as a child bub?? what kind of things did you do? i didn't start working until i was 15 bc most places here don't allow u to work until this age (unless you're in a family business i guess lol) but all the jobs i had in high school i hated so much ;_____; but my childhood? i would say it was relatively normal LOL like we say all the time i've had a single mom so life was really stressful for her but i always felt loved <3 i always had my mom <3 and we took trips to the beach with my family every year, it was our little tradition !! i went to san diego to visit disney, you know little trips here and there !! and then when i got into my sport and i started getting older my mom and i spent a lot of time and money investing into my sport so most of my weekends consisted of a lot of tournaments and driving far away for me to compete :') i do remember when i was really young like in kindergarten my mom's work was really far away from my school and we had a recital ; i was the "host" where i would introduce all of the songs and stuff and my mom didn't get off of work until like 6 and by the time she made to my recital, it was over :( she told me she cried a lot that night :( i don't remember her doing this (i don't even remember the recital all that much lol) but now that i'm older and i understand more about adulting, i'm sure she was so devastated thinking about it now :( anyways about visiting europe LOL I WILL DEF GIVE U A CALL AND LET U KNOW SO U CAN SHOW ME ALL OF THE COOL PLACES <333333

and about the religion ....... yes ;____; i think it's a great thing if a family decide that they want to do this when they're families; i hope to continue to practice it (even tho we aren't regularly going to church at all hhhh gotta work on that) but there is something about catholic guilt specifically that just makes it soooo hard to like, be easy on yourself? but ,,,,,, i guess it keeps me grounded :( in a self depreciating way ??? LDSKFJ I KNOW U UNDERSTAND ... it's weird for me to put into words ;____; and YEAH :( i think i'm getting a little better at this but i used to apologize all the time for things i never needed to be sorry for hhhh (still do) :')

and yes babe honestly i'm really terrified to start uni :( i think i have this weird anxiety issue i've had it ever since last year but i don't know why i'm so scared and anxious about things that haven't even happened yet ;____; are u like this too? is it normal? i wish i knew :( i guess i won't really feel better until i have made it to graduation, but i just want to do well this year. whatever i do, whether it's exams, or clinical rotation or my preceptorship, i just want to do well ;____; i don't want to do poorly, i want to make my mom proud and i want to work at a place i'll be excited to work at, and most of all i just want everything to work out ,,,, i wish someone could just sit me down and say listen i know what you're going thru is hard but you CAN get thru this and EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS bc no one in my family is in the health sciences (besides my cousin who is studying to be a doctor but she doesn't give a shit about what i do lol) so ;_____; yeah ,,,,,,,,,,, lots of anxiety and apprehension of the unknown :(

LSDKFJSD FOKAY NOW I KNOW WHAT LAMPSHADING IS LMAOOOOOOOOOOO yes i wear those clothes on lazy days LOL the thing is i'm really picky about the length of my oversized crewneck sweaters hhhh the can't be too long bc if it goes below my butt i look like i'm wearing rags LOL so i have to be careful :') but most days i do like, reverse lamp shading lDLKFJSDLKFJ i like wearing flowy pants with a more tight top or like baggy jeans with a tighter shirt or a blouse i can tuck into my jeans LOL but omg its so funny i didn't know what that was :') thank u for the explanation my love <3

OKAY BUT HALF THE REASON I DIDN'T RESPOND IS THAT i was saving this weekend to go to the jo malone store in my mall and !!! I GOT A NEW SCENT AND I'M IN LOVE WITH IT SO MUCH BABE ;____; you have to go smell it if you go there soon and tell me what u think !!!!!! it's called wild bluebell (here is the scent description lol) but the guy behind the counter helping me was soooo amazing and helpful like they really do treat u the best at the store and AH i’m so happy with my purchase <3 my wallet isn’t so much LDSKFJ but nonetheless i know i’ll have it for a long time :)

KISS OR DEATH !!!!! i actually really enjoyed it lol i have seen some ppl not really like the rapping so much but i loved it ;____; i’m super biased obviously LOL but gosh i thought they were all great and minhyuk + hyungwon killed the song for me <333 wouldn’t expect anything less from our monstas !!!!! and my mom is sending her love lol i tell her the work u do and she’s always wondering how ur doing :(((( same for my moots she always asks me about 2 in particular LOL she’s always asking me <3 i love u so much bubbie !!!! iM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE MY LOVE again i always just want to give u a quality response <3 i love u the absolute most and i hope u had a great weekend !!!!!!! this is my last week at work before i have a week long break before i head for uni so :’) can’t believe i’ve done all this LOL :’) i will be happy to hear from u whenever u come back hun !!!!! TAKE CARE LOVE U <3

#asks #💥 anon #WE ARE WRITING NOVELS HERE BABE LOL !!!!

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skswriting · 8 years ago

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i do

Rating: T (actually G would probably be better but there’s a few curse words so) Pairing: You/Taehyung Words: 4555 Summary: “Are you guys going on a date?” “We’re headed to the bridal show.” You and Taehyung go to a bridal show for the food and end up with more than you bargained for. In the best way possible. AN: So if you’ve read some of my earlier stuff you know I didn’t know ‘you’, I just put ‘she’ and never mentioned a specific because for some reason writing second pov seemed really hard to me? But I finally bite the bullet and tried it and it really wasn’t that bad so I hope y’all enjoy this (ao3)

from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:18 pm

guess what I learned today!!!!!

to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:19 pm

!!!!!! tell me

from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:19 pm

that really fancy hotel by the river is hosting a bridal show tomorrow

from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:20 pm

lets go!!!!!!!!!!

to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:20 pm

but neither of us are getting married??? Or even in a relationship for that matter???

from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:21 pm

so? you pay 5 bucks and then you get to eat all the food you want

from: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:22 pm

it’s like a buffet but super cheap!!! lets go!!!!!!

to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:23 pm

I guess im not doing anything…

to: taetae, January 6th, 2017 3:24 pm

ok!!!!!!!!!!

Taehyung is bouncing on your doorstep when you answer it, one of his infamous grins already in place.

“I’m so excited!” he crows, reaching out for your hand by instinct and you smile.

“Tae, let me lock my door,” you remind him, gently shaking his hand off yours.

He offers you a sheepish smile, taking a step back so you can exit your apartment, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just so excited! There’s gonna be so much food!”

You laugh, jiggling the doorknob to make sure it’s properly locked, before Taehyung is slipping his fingers back through yours and dragging you down the hallway. The door at the end of the hallway opens and one of your neighbors, Namjoon, steps out. He smiles when he sees you, eyes dropping down to your tightly interlocked fingers, before returning his gaze to you with raised eyebrows.

“Are you guys going on a date?” he teases, but Taehyung is oblivious.

“We’re headed to the bridal show.”

Namjoon is obviously surprised, “A bridal show? You two aren’t even-”

“If we don’t leave we’re going to be late and miss all the good food!” Taehyung seems distraught by this thought, tugging on your hand to get you moving down the hallway. You throw Namjoon a look over your shoulder, one that says ‘What can I do?’ as you allow Taehyung to pull you into the elevator.

Taehyung chatters excitedly the entire trip to the hotel, his palm warm and soft against yours. You’re worried he’s going to complain at some point about your palm getting sweaty, but he merely plays with your fingers and picks at your chipping nail polish as the bus chugs along. You’re pressed tightly against each other in your seats, even though there’s plenty of space for you to spread out. Taehyung has his ankle hooked around yours and he’s swinging your feet lightly, his eyes darting between your face and out the window as he talks about cake and flowers and possible wedding venues and “Do you think they’ll let you try on wedding dresses?” and “Oh my God do you think they have tuxes for dogs?” and “I hear June weddings are really popular but I want to get married when the snow is just starting to melt; new beginnings and all that jazz, you know?”

A little old lady keeps glancing your way, a small smile on her face like she knows a secret you don’t. As you glance back at Taehyung, you hope you’re not blushing too much.

“We’re here!” Taehyung announces happily, like the bus driver hadn’t just done it, and as you’re standing to exit the bus the little old lady turns to you.

“He looks so excited to plan your wedding,” she smiles, sweet and cheeky at the same time, “I think a spring wedding would suit you two well.”

“O-Oh no, we’re not-!”

Taehyung is pulling you along before you can tell the lady that you’re not getting married, that you’re not engaged, that you’re not even together. The lady waves goodbye just as you duck out of the bus and you’re a little more than flustered as Taehyung guides you through the entrance of the hotel, marveling at the grandiose lobby and following the cheesily scattered flower petals that lead to the grand room the bridal show is being held in.

“Hello!” the woman tending to the registration table greets you both enthusiastically, “Ah, I see we have a groom to be and his blushing bride joining us today!”

You immediately blush and your first instinct is to deny her claim, but Taehyung steps in and smoothly lies for the both of you, “She does have a beautiful glow about her, doesn’t she?”

Your blushing for a different reason now, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as Taehyung enhances the lie by smoothly sliding an arm around your waist.

“She’s radiant, and shy,” the woman laughs, “Soon-to-be-wedded get a discount rate, three each.”

Taehyung slides her the cash and smiles widely when she hands him the tickets.

“Let’s go eat cake!” he tells you excitedly, the registrar lady laughing as he pulls you into the room before his jaw drops at the sheer magnitude of wedding items laid before you both.

“Woah,” he breathes and you echo him, trying to take everything in.

There are aisles upon aisles, each boasting wide selections of appetizers, entrees, and cakes, tuxedos, dresses, and veils, color schemes, centerpieces, and bouquets.

“Where do we start…?” you wonder, glancing up at him to see his eyes darting around furiously to take everything in.

It takes Taehyung only a moment before he’s tugging you along, coming to stop in front of a booth manned by a sharp featured, but very handsome, man who immediately turns to cater to you despite the flock of people around his booth.

“Welcome, welcome! Please, try a little of everything! The food has to be exactly perfect to match a perfect wedding,” he smiles and you swoon a little, leaning into Taehyung as you gaze at the man and not the food, “My name is Seokjin; tell me, have you picked a theme for your wedding?”

“A-Ah…” you stumble over your words, trying to get over exactly how good this man looks while also thinking of a convincing lie.

“We’re thinking of having it outside,” Taehyung cuts in, the arm around you tightening a little, “There’s just something sweet about getting married in nature isn’t there? What kinds of foods do you think would suit an outdoor wedding?”

Taehyung is so effortless in his lies, beginning to weave a web you can only hope to follow.

“Ah, a little non-traditional, but still beautiful. I would go with some lighter, more down to earth foods, no fish. I think a salad would be good for your appetizers, but maybe a pasta salad, something non-traditional to match your non-traditional wedding. Here, try this.”

Seokjin thrusts a plate in your faces, handing Taehyung chopsticks as you take the plate.

“Oh, it smells amazing,” you marvel, watching as Taehyung brings a bite to his mouth.

His eyes widen as he chews and he turns to you excitedly, “Holy shit, try this!”

And before you can take the fork from him, Taehyung is bringing his hand to your mouth, eyes curved in a smile as he waits for you to open. Conscious of Seokjin watching you, you let Taehyung feed you.

“Oh, holy shit,” you whisper, “That’s so good.”

Taehyung laughs, the sound carefree and so happy and you can’t help but join in, swallowing and opening your mouth for another bite.

“Good right?!” Seokjin is excited, putting more food on a plate as you and Taehyung giggle over the pasta, “For an entrée, may I recommend…”

Fifteen minutes later you and Taehyung are waddling away from Seokjin’s booth, stuffed to the brim with the most delicious food and a business card tucked into Taehyung’s wallet.

“I can barely move,” you groan, leaning into Taehyung as you shuffle down the aisle, listening to booth owners shouting out to try and lure you into seeing what they have to offer, “I just wanna take a nap.”

“No, no naps yet,” Taehyung protests, “I haven’t even seen you in a wedding dress yet.”

“I’m not trying on a wedding dress!” you snort, turning to glance at a flower booth, your nose brushing against his arm, “Let’s look at these flowers.”

Taehyung nods, linking an arm with yours as the booth attendee greets you.

“Hello, hello! Welcome to Min’s Flowers!” he greets you, “Oh, what a cute couple.”

Taehyung grins at him, squinting his eyes a little to read the man’s nametag, “Jimin? Is that why it’s called Min’s Flowers?”

Jimin blushes slightly, “Ah, actually, my husband and I… our last name is Min and since my name is Jimin we just… it’s supposed to be cute…”

You giggle as you reach out to lightly touch a few flower petals, “No it is cute; adorable, actually. Is your husband here?”

Jimin glances behind him, a fond look in his eyes as they settle on a smaller man wrapping flower bouquets, “Yeah, Yoongi is right there.”

You smile at the way Jimin is looking at his husband, glancing up at Taehyung to see him already looking down at you, softly smiling down at you.

“Anyway! You’re not here to listen to me babble; have you decided on a color scheme?”

You pause for a moment, seriously giving your future wedding thought. You think about the delicious pasta you just gorged on, that goes so well with an outdoor wedding and-

“If we got married outside, what flowers would you recommend?” you ask.

“Oh, an outside wedding! How romantic!” Jimin squeals, and Yoongi looks up at the sound, the crease in his eyebrow smoothing out when he sees it’s his husband, “What season are you thinking?”

Taehyung opens his mouth, but you cut across him, “Just as spring starts; new beginnings, you know?”

You give Taehyung’s arm a squeeze before you let go, smiling as you pick up a bouquet. You can pick out lilies and orchids, and a few hints of baby’s breath, as you bring it to your nose.

“These are beautiful,” you sigh, “Are there white roses in here?”

“White roses are supposed to symbolize purity, innocence, newness, perfect for a spring wedding, right? There are also a couple of peonies and the most simple of all flowers, daisies.”

You turn to Taehyung, holding the bouquet out to him and he holds your hands as he smells the bouquet, his eyelashes fluttering as some of the petals brush against them.

“Beautiful,” he echoes your sentiment, but he’s not looking at the flowers. He’s looking at you.

You bite your lip, Taehyung slowly letting your hands go as he turns back to Jimin.

“How much is this bouquet?”

“Take it,” a gruff voice cuts in and you startle, seeing Yoongi step up beside his husband as he places a hand on his waist.

“Oh, no, no, we can pay-”

“Nah,” Yoongi waves his free hand, “it’s cool. Besides, free advertising for us.”

Jimin nudges his husband, an exasperated look on his face as you thank them both profusely.

“How long have you two been together?” Yoongi asks and you try not to look so flustered.

Taehyung is on the ball, though, the words tumbling from his lips before you’ve even fully processed the sentence, “Well, we’ve known each other forever, but we’ve been dating, what, two years sweets?”

You face heats up at the pet name and Taehyung smiles at you, booping your nose as your clutch tightly onto your new bouquet.

“Childhood sweethearts?” Yoongi asks and you can only nod dumbly, adding in a feeble voice, “We were neighbors.” It’s technically not a lie.

“Yeah, she was a little reluctant to the idea at first,” Taehyung goes on, still gazing at you, “but I’ve always known she was the only one for me.”

“Tae…” you mumble, feeling your chest constrict and your eyes watering. He’s so convincing in the moment, as if you truly are the only girl he’ll ever love, and you can’t help but ache a little at the thought.

“It only made sense to wife her up,” Taehyung finishes, before his voice turns into a soft coo, “Aw, don’t cry.”

“Then stop being a sap,” you mumble, allowing him to brush the lone tear from your cheek, “It’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung smiles, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your cheek and you hold his gaze. Part of you is screaming to tell him, that there’s no way Taehyung has been acting so coupley all day without having some small amount of feelings for you. But another part of you is screaming to stay quiet, to not ruin the relationship on the off chance that he’s just a really, really good actor.

You glance away, unable to stand looking into Taehyung’s eyes any longer, to see Yoongi smiling softly at the both of you and Jimin holding a hand to his heart, eyes glassy like he’s going to start crying too.

“Here, take our card, let us know when the wedding is. We’ll give you the sweetheart discount,” Yoongi tells you and you can hear Jimin whisper lowly to him, “We don’t have a sweetheart discount though?”

You mumble a small thanks, stepping away from the booth and into the aisle and almost bumping into someone.

“Woah there,” Taehyung takes hold of your elbow, steering you out of moving traffic, “careful there sweets. Let’s go this way, yeah?”

You let Taehyung pull you along, holding onto the bouquet with one hand so you can hold Taehyung’s hand with the other.

“Look, you can try on dresses here!” he exclaims once you’ve walked a few feet, “Let’s go!”

“Taehyung I’m so full and bloated I don’t even know how I still fit into these pants,” you complain, but let Taehyung lead you up to the lady.

“Welcome dearies!” she’s older, face wrinkled and warm as she grabs the hand that’s holding Taehyung, holding both of yours, “Oh, what a beautiful couple. You both look so happy. Have you had sampled any wedding cakes yet? To die for, honestly to die for.”

“Oh yes! We stopped at Eat Jin’s, that little food booth at the end of the aisle that is literally going to be the end of me? So good, too good, really,” Taehyung babbles, his thumb absentmindedly stroking circles into the juncture of your thumb, “But my fiancé here hasn’t even thought about her dress even though I’ve already picked out my tux-”

You gasp dramatically, insulted that Taehyung is implying he’d be more prepared than you, “You have not you liar!”

The lady laughs, her tag boasting the name Youngok bouncing along with her giggles, “You two are adorable, really. Here dearie, follow me and you sunshine, follow my sunshine so he can take your measurements.”

Her sunshine bounds out of his seat, pulling the measuring tape from around his neck as he latches onto Taehyung, “Hoseok is here to help!”

You smile as the woman places a soft hand on your bicep, pulling you to a small fitting room.

It’s a whirlwind as she undresses you to take your measurement and then leaves you alone to pull what looks like about fifteen dresses from a rank, ranging from traditional whites and creams to lacey and strapless and full skirted and flowered. You balk at the choices but Youngok doesn’t give you time to think, just pulls a dress from the pile and motions for you to step into it.

“We can’t keep your fiancé waiting dear!” she practically crows and you have no choice but to listen to her.

It’s a little uncomfortable, the first dress, and your frowning once you step out of the dressing booth. The look is promptly wiped off your face when you see Taehyung being fawned over by Hoseok, his suit jacket fitting his shoulders so perfectly you’re surprised you’re not drooling.

Taehyung looks equally as stunned to see you, eyes widening as he takes you in. You can hear Hoseok whistle lowly under his breath as he straightens up, fixing Taehyung’s lapels before giving him a little push forward.

“I know, I look silly,” you say as he steps up to you, hand seeking out yours. His palm is a little sweaty, but you don’t mind as his face breaks out into a beautifully wide, boxy, Taehyung grin.

“No, no, no,” he immediately objects, “You… wow, you look beautiful.”

You blush hotly, dropping your eyes to your bare feet, “You look good too. Really good. Dashing, even.”

Taehyung grins and pops the collar of his white shirt, looking utterly ridiculous, “Do I look like James Bond?”

“Better,” you grin back, “I don’t know how I feel about these weird… jewel things on the sleeves though. A little over kill, don’t you think? Especially for an outside wedding.”

Taehyung takes a step back, eyeing you from head to toe as he lets out exaggerated thinking sounds, “Maybe a little more lace, some embellishments in the skirt, maybe a slit up the side to show off those legs-”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes and you turn to Youngok.

“Don’t like it?” she asks and you shake your head, “Good, neither did I. Next!”

You end up modeling dresses for Taehyung, going through six as you make kissy faces and strike ridiculous poses, Taehyung yelling out, “10/10 would recommend! Brilliant! More leg! Encore!”

You can’t describe what your feeling as you slide into the seventh dress, the material settling over your hips and chest. The top part is lace material, stretching fully down your arms, and turns into a gorgeous silky material that comes in at the waist and flares out into the skirt. You let Youngok into the dressing room to help you adjust it in the back and she’s positively beaming as she takes you in.

“Stunning. Absolutely stunning,” she tells you, settling a clip into your hair and then pulling the veil over your face, “Here, your bouquet.”

You take it from her, for some reason feeling like your heart is about to jump out of your chest as you step out of the booth.

Taehyung is turned around, observing something behind him, unaware of your presence. Hoseok takes in a sharp take of breath and Taehyung tilts his head as he looks at him, before his eyes turn to you.

And it’s like time simultaneously stops and speeds up but it doesn’t matter because all you can see is Taehyung, standing from his chair as he slowly makes his way to you.

You don’t know what to say as he comes to a stop in front of you. His eyebrows are furrowed and form a tight crease in his forehead and you frown as you use your thumb to smooth the skin out.

“Do I look that bad?” you whisper, but you have no idea why you’re whispering.

He catches the hand on his face, pressing his lips to your palm before he curls his fingers between yours.

“There are no words to describe how… good you look in that dress,” he says and you smile lightly at him, “Can I- Can I remove your veil?”

You nod and it’s almost reverent the way he moves the veil, folding it back and you can feel it brushing against your hair. You startle a little when you feel him rest his hands on your cheeks, framing your face as he tilts it towards him.

There’s a moment, where Taehyung is just looking at you, before he says, “This isn’t the way I wanted to do this,” and then kisses you.

You feel your stomach flip and your heart collapse and your fingers shake and your knees knock, but you kiss him back. Because you’ve liked Taehyung for as long as you can remember, eyes always straying to him without your permission and heart always hammering whenever he showed up unannounced at your apartment with enough food to feed a small army. You curl a hand into his suit jacket and Taehyung steps just a little bit closer to you, one hand remaining on your face as the other moves to rest lightly on your waist.

“Why are you crying sweets?” he asks, lips brushing against yours and you laugh waterily into the kiss.

“I don’t know,” you sob as he guides you into his chest, arms wrapping securely around your frame, “I don’t know, I don’t- I didn’t think this would ever hap- I didn’t think you felt the same.”

“I wasn’t lying,” he tells you quietly, his cheek pressed into your veil crown, “earlier, when I told Yoongi you were the only one for me. It’s always been you. It’s always going to be you.”

“Taehyung stop, I can’t afford to get makeup on this tux,” you cry and you can feel his chest shake with laughter.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now but, the timing never seemed right. But then I saw you in this dress and I just. This is what I want to see walk down the aisle toward me, one year, two years, five, ten, fifteen years from now. I want to see your smile directed only at me, hold your hand all the time, have you feed me and- and. I love you. I love you so much I-”

Taehyung has started crying and you two are just standing in the middle of a bridal shower, holding each other and crying as Youngok and Hoseok watch. You pull yourself together as best you can, pushing away from Taehyung so you wipe at your face and make sure you hadn’t crushed your bouquet.

“Everything okay? The wedding isn’t off, is it?” Youngok asks cautiously and you crack a smile as Taehyung brushes a rogue tear from the crease of your nose.

“No, the wedding is still very, very much on,” you tell her and Taehyung smile is so bright and so full of love, there’s nothing you can even compare it to. You just know you want to wake up to it for the rest of your life.

You get married on a perfect spring day, just a few weeks after the snow has melted and the birds return home and the flowers start sprouting.

You’re standing just inside a small tent, separating you and the crowd as your mother flutters over last minute adjustments. She has tears in her eyes but she’s smiling so wide it looks like her cheeks are about to burst. You probably look the same, but you don’t care because it’s your wedding day, you’re allowed to feel like this dammit.

“I can’t believe this day has finally come,” she keeps saying, adding in a faux whisper, “I always knew it would be that neighbor boy.”

“You did not,” you say, exasperatedly, but you’re secretly pleased.

The music starts up and your mother kisses your cheek, giving your veil one last tweak, before she leaves you in the hands of your father. He’s been watching you sadly all morning; not sad in that he’s upset you’re getting married, but the kind of sadness a father has watching their little girl grow up.

“Don’t start crying daddy,” you tease, but your voice is thick and he lets out a bark of a laugh.

“It’s going to take more than handing your high-maintenance self off to someone to make me cry.”

You try to look affronted, but you can’t stop the overflow of emotions and you let out a short sob.

“Don’t start crying yet,” he advises, but his voice is starting to get gruffer as he tries to keep it together, “You’ll ruin your makeup and your mother would have a cow.”

It makes you laugh and you wipe your cheeks off just as the tent flaps open, giving way to green on green on green.

The grass is soft under your bare feet as your father walks you down the aisle, your steps matching as you keep your eyes on Taehyung. He’s also crying, which makes you feel better about your own tears. He looks like he’s ready to rush down the aisle and sweep you up, if the way his best man Jungkook is holding onto the tails of his jacket is anything to go by.

As you get closer to where your husband-to-be and the priest are standing, you pass by your florists, Yoongi and Jimin. You smile and give a small shake of your bouquet, an exact replica of the one they had given you the day of the bridal show. It turns out, a sweetheart discount meant free. Jimin had complained the entire time he wrapped your bouquet up that the shop was never going to make any money if his husband didn’t stop being a softy. You thought it was kinda cute that Yoongi was obviously trying to blink the tears out of his eyes.

Sitting up front near your parents are Youngok and Hoseok. The dress is the same one Taehyung had kissed you in that fateful day. The literal exact same one. Youngok had put it in storage for you for three years, making sure it was the dress you got married in.

Your father stops just before Taehyung and they bow to each other, before your father pulls you into a tight hug.

“I love you so much,” he says in a choked-up voice and you make a small noise as you start crying again.

“I love you too,” you say, before he kisses your veiled forehead and lets Taehyung take your hand, pulling you up onto the slightly raised platform.

“Hi,” he whispers and you bite your lip to stop from laughing as the priest starts reading.

“Hi,” you whisper back.

“You look…” he gives a small sigh, trying not to let your guests know your talking, “Three years later and I still don’t have the words to tell you how beautiful you truly are.”

You squeeze his hand, “You still look very James Bond. You would think after three years you’d change a little, yeah? Guess I’m lucky you’re still handsome.”

Taehyung grins, raising your hand to give it a quick kiss.

The sun is shining down beautifully, the tree you and Taehyung and the priest are standing under providing just enough shade that it’s not too much. You can hear a few sniffles in the crowd and it makes your heart squeeze with joy that so many people are happy you and Taehyung are finally tying the knot.

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?” the priest asks you, as Taehyung carefully, oh so carefully moves your veil back.

“I do,” you say without hesitation and your mother tries to stifle her sobs.

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, for richer or poor, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

Taehyung answers by pulling you to him and kissing you, your guests bursting out into laugh and cheers.

Even the priest has a smile on his face as he says, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride. Again.”

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