#when he's like 3 feet tall and probably has the strength of a chocolate chip cookie

[m-o-n-o-c-h-r-o-m-e]

"yandere!character x reader" this "lovesick!character x reader" that.

how about a fic where the reader is the yandere

a fic where the reader is the one who stalks

a fic where im the one doing the kidnaping

i want a fic where im the threat who is obsesed over the other character and not the innocent helpless prey

[alliswell21]

@duckpotatodandelion’s Prompt: “I do love me a coffee shop au.”

Rated T

This was writen last night and edited this morning before I had to run errands, so my apologies for any errors.

Also, since @duckpotatodandelion had that post about hot chocolate, I may have deviated her Prompt a bit... 😳... fine! a bunch... 🙈 don’t tell anyone!!!!

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I walk into the Starbucks and wrinkle my nose in the first breath. I’m not a coffee person, the dark concoction loosens my stomach for whatever reason, but thanks to my boss, Plutarch Heavensbee, I have around $100 in Starbucks gift cards that only keep piling up for every occasion that requires management to give the employees recognition.

I’m guessing the man thinks coffee shop gift cards are the hip thing to do, and say whatever you want about Plutarch, that man is still trying to stay relevant.

One look at the line and I quickly realize I must be the only soul in this planet that doesn’t care for coffee. I sigh to myself, stepping in line with the rest of the morning rushers, wondering how does the son of a baker could’ve develop such an aversion to coffee, when it’s perhaps the hot drink most served in my father’s shop?

Since I’m number 2002 (fine, that’s an exaggeration on my part) in this line, I decide to spend my time people watching and trying to guess what they do for a living for a bit, it’s not like I can see the menu from where I stand, though the baristas seemed to be pretty proficient at their jobs, dispatching drink after drink like caffeinated fairy godparents.

The first customer in line is a severe looking woman with straight, gray hair that falls into a perfect curtain down to her shoulders; she’s wearing a gray power suit and gray comfortable shoes; when she turns around with her distinctive paper cup in hand I realize her eyes are the same hue of gray as her hair and outfit. It’s like all color has been drain from her. I’m going to call her Madam Monochrome. Or maybe Coin, since she reminds me of silver change. I wonder if she lives down in an underground bunker and only came up to surface because coffee is banned in her secret lair, that would explain the monotone colors. If that’s the case, she must be the president of the underground community, otherwise I don’t see how she was allowed to leave.

Next, is a guy with a wiry frame, ashen skin, balding. His glasses keep sliding down the bridge of his nose, so he pushes them back up with the middle finger of his hand. He’s carrying a laptop briefcase, the padded kind you don’t have to completely open in the TSA line at the airport for the x-ray machines. I’m going to call him Beetee, because that’s what the logo in his case says. He’s probably a genius, working for the next iPod nano device that may fit 3 gigabytes of music into chip as big as a grain of rice. Then again, he could be plotting to overthrow some totalitarian government, by breaking into the TV transmission with well placed anti government propaganda… he’d call them Propos for short, because he doesn’t have time to say the whole word. He’s too busy inventing weapons to chat.

Next, is a man tall, dark and very handsome. The kind women swoon after. I’m sure when he was in high school, girls giggled about him behind their notebooks and commented on how cute he was. He turns his head my way, probably feeling my gaze on him; he only spares me a glance and turns back to stare at the baristas impassively. Good looking Jerk! I bet he’s the military type. Fancy job at some highly rated base, with a huge family that adores him and look up to him. He also looks the type to own hunting gear. He’s probably a sharp shooter too… I can already picture him bringing home a twelve point deer he shot through the neck and a handful of dead, fat rabbits hanging from his belt, he caught in his snares, because what do you know? he’s also a whiz with snares! I should move on from his rigid form. For some reason I don’t think we would ever be friends, him and I. I bet we are total opposites. I’m gonna call him Gale, because he probably has a temper that would wreak havoc, like a strong willed gust of wind.

Behind Gale, there’s a little old lady I’m gonna call Mags, because she looks like she could be a Mags. She seems kind, but there’s something about her face that looks almost like one side is sagging. It saddens me. Maybe she had a stroke at some point, in which case, the mere fact she’s standing in line to get a hot beverage in a busy shop shows her resilience and strength. Good for Mags! I hope she gets to live a hundred more years. She deserves it.

Then, my eyes find two young women. One is blonde and blue eyed, while the other is a brunette with smooth olive skin. Both have matching braids which is strange. Most women don’t wear the same hairdos unless they’re in some kind of play, or maybe they’re twins… there have been cases with twins that physically aren’t even the same race. The two ladies are standing shoulder to shoulder. The blond keeps talking and gesturing with her hands animatedly, while the brunette looks on with rapt attention, nodding and smiling at the blonde. Brunette laughs out loud and I’ve never heard anything as musical as that before.

While pondering on names and imaginary backgrounds for the women, I try to lean on a display of collectible mugs, to disastrous results.

The whole shelf uppends under my weight and sends every single mug careening to the floor with a loud crash, with me, following closely. To say I’m embarrassed would be a gross understatement.

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” Asks Blondie, blue eyes dripping with concern. “Your hand is bleeding, sir.” She states looking down at my hand, just as a barista comes to help me up from the floor, where I’m sitting on my ass surrounded by the broken pieces of the mugs I just murdered.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” I say trying to save face.

“Nonsense! Katniss, help me here!” Blondie calls to Brunette who’s looking at me with pity and apprehension.

“Prim…” Brunette sighs more than says, but comes closer all the same, “I don’t think I’ll be that much help. Sorry.” She says locking eyes with me, like she truly is chagrined she can’t help.

“I’m okay, really.” I say finally on my feet. I nod to the Starbucks employee. “I’m sorry about the mess. Talk about a bull in a China shop, right?!”

Brunette fights off a smirk at my self deprecating joke and I swear my heart swells in my chest.

Looking back at the young man helping me, I address him. “You wouldn’t be able to give me a veteran discount to pay for the mugs I broke, would you?”

He just stares at me for a second, “I- I’m not sure, dude. Are you cool? Do you need me to call 911? Your hand has a pretty big gash.”

“I’m a registered nurse, I can help him and take him to my hospital if he needs extra care.” Says Blondie… Prim, Brunette— Katniss— had called her.

“I really am alright—“ I stop talking when I lift my hand and see for myself the gnarly long cut in my hand. It goes from the side of the palm, to right under the thumb, like a jagged smile on the heel of my freaking hand.

I go woozy for a moment, and find myself sitting in a chair with Katniss pressing a cup of water to my good hand. “Drink this. My sister is gonna take good care of you, and then we will drive you to the ER so you can get a note from her boss telling your employer why you’re late.”

“Okay,” I say simply staring at her. She’s got the most amazing gray eyes ever, with specks of blue all over the iris. She’s gorgeous from this close.

“What’s your name?” She asks.

“Peeta Mellark.” I say automatically.

“Hi Peeta Mellark, I’m Katniss Everdeen. What else can you tell me about yourself?”

I think she’s trying to keep me distracted while her sister cleans my cut at the very back of the coffee house, where we can still hear the clinking of ceramic pieces being swept into a dustpan and then chucked into the trash. The silver lining is that they’re taking all my gift cards as payment for the broken cups!

“I’m a painter on a TV production company. I truly am a veteran. Lost my leg somewhere in Iraq. I came in here just for a cup of tea without sugar, how lame is that?”

“I’m sorry about your leg, but thank you for your service.” She says wincing a little. She recovers quickly. “I don’t like coffee either, this is more of Primrose’s addiction. The stuff makes me jittery and jumpy. I’m more of a hot chocolate kind of person.”

“Ditto!” I exclaim. “Dip some chunks of bread into the chocolate for a homier experience, and you’re in hot cocoa heaven!”

“Gotta try that, so much better than coffee!”

“Sure, hate on the drink all you want, but imagine the stories I’m going to tell my grand nephews and nieces about how their grandparents met!” Sing-songs Prim still wiping my hand with some rubbing alcohol infused gauze she apparently carries in her purse. “How romantic will that be?! They met at a coffee shop I dragged grandma Katniss to!”

“Prim…” Katniss mutters half hearted under her breath; both sisters glare at each other for a bit.

I have the distinct feeling this is a conversation they’ve had before and disagree upon.

In and effort to break the siblings staring contest, I dig around my brain for something to say, but instead of wit and charm, I come up with, “What’s your favorite color, Katniss?” Like a fifth grader or something.

She smiles and I feel all warm and tingly inside. “Green. How about yours?”

“Orange. Soft, like a sunset…”

“Mmm! Pretty.” She cocks her head, “What’s your biggest pet peeve?”

“Easy!” I say, “Starbucks microwaves all their pastries! That’s sacrilegious for guy who grew up in a bakery!”

Katniss laughs at that and I hope I can keep her laughing. We keep talking quietly until Primrose declares me ready to go. The cut is mainly superficial, and I won’t need stitches if I keep my injury from re-aggravating.

“So… how can I repay you ladies for the first aid care?” I ask them both smiling.

Primrose opens her mouth with a sly smile, “Take my sister out for a coff—“

“A burger!” Katniss cuts in. “I’ve had enough coffee for the day, but a burger with a chocolate milkshake would be awesome.”

I feel the smile unfurling slowly on my face. “I can do burgers and milkshakes.” I hope Primrose is a good storyteller, my grand babies deserve this story to be told epically.

[flowerfan2]

Hāʻule Lau (Fallen Leaves) - Ch. 3/3

McDanno, M, A03, 5400 words.  Complete.

The radiation poisoning Steve suffered years ago has finally caught up with him.  But they're getting through it, together.

Chapter 3

Danny’s at the dining room table, tabbing back and forth on his laptop between real estate listings and a detailed email to Grace.  She’s moving back to the island in a few months, and he’ll be damned if he can’t help her find the perfect place to live.  Someplace with a nice yard for Annie, and not too far from her job at the university, or from him and Steve.  

Steve.

And with that, Danny loses his focus on house hunting and feels that familiar ache start up again.  On a good day, he can barely go ten minutes without worrying about Steve, but today it’s been even worse.   Tomorrow they’ve got an important visit with Steve’s doctor.

It has to go well, Danny thinks. It has to.  Not just because they’d like it to; they need it to. Danny doesn’t think Steve can make it through any more treatment.  

Steve tries to be upbeat, to be optimistic.  He works hard to put on a good front for Danny.  But Danny sees how he folds when he thinks Danny isn’t watching.  

Steve shifts on the couch, and Danny immediately goes over to him, perching himself on the coffee table, a hand on Steve’s shoulder.  Steve can be disoriented when he wakes up from a nap.  Ever since he panicked and fell off the couch, Danny’s tried to keep a closer eye on him.  The moment Steve stopped protesting and gave in to Danny’s constant hovering Danny had to step away – the irony of it all – and go pound his fist on the bathroom sink for a minute, cursing at yet another sign of how this disease was eating away at his husband.

Steve blinks as he wakes, and carefully sits up.  His strength has slowly been returning this past month since his last treatment ended. He’s a less tentative with his movements now, a shadow of his old confidence returning.  But there’s an undercurrent of fear to every positive development – they both know Steve’s might only be feeling better because the meds have stopped, not necessarily because the cancer is gone.  While his scans had looked good a month ago, the big question is what’s happened since then.

 Danny sits next to Steve on the couch and presses himself against Steve’s arm.  Steve sighs and leans his head on Danny’s shoulder.

 “I suppose you’re going to tell me I have to eat dinner,” Steve says eventually, a hint of warmth in his rough voice.

 “That’s generally what people do, this time of day,” Danny replies.

 “Boring.”

 “I could make pancakes.”

 Steve twists and smiles at Danny, his eyes heartbreakingly bright.  “Yeah? I’d eat pancakes.”

 Steve excuses himself to the bathroom while Danny goes into the kitchen to get started.  He refrains from watching the clock, or standing outside the bathroom door to make sure that Steve hasn’t fallen down and cracked his head open on the sink, and by the time he’s got the batter made up Steve has joined him in the kitchen.

 “I want chocolate chips,” Steve says, examinging the batter.  “And walnuts.”

 “Yes, sir,” Danny says.  “Stir this, I’ll see what I can find.”  The batter doesn’t really need stirring, but it gives Steve something to do, and he accepts the bowl and spoon.  Danny tugs the chocolate chips out of the back of the pantry and hands them to Steve, who dumps a huge pile into the batter.  

 “Those are going to be more chip than pancake,” Danny comments, lifting cereal boxes out of the way as he searches for walnuts.

 “It’s okay.  Sounds good.  I haven’t had pancakes in a while.”

 Danny freezes with one hand on the pantry door.  When did he last make pancakes for Steve?  Did he put the right amount of chocolate chips in that time?  What if this is the last time he makes pancakes for him – what if he never has a chance to get it right?

 “Danny?”  Steve puts a hand on his shoulder.

 “We don’t have any walnuts,” Danny chokes out.  Steve moves closer, his hand squeezing tighter.  

 “It’s alright,” Steve says. “It’ll be fine.  Danny.  It’s fine.”

 Neither of them are talking about the pancakes anymore.

 After their pancake dinner, Danny makes Steve sit with him and look at the houses he’s marked as possibilities for Grace.  Steve has strong opinions about neighborhoods and school districts.  He’s distressed to learn that – shocker – things have changed since he was in elementary school, and he doesn’t automatically know which sections of town feed into which schools.  

 “At some point you’re going to let Grace weigh in on this too, right?”  Steve asks, paging through Danny’s careful notes.  “And maybe Mike?”  

 Mike is Grace’s husband, a tall, dark-haired young man, with an easy sense of humor hidden under a quiet demeanor. He’s also a pediatrician, which helps calm Danny’s nerves about Annie – she’s clearly in good hands.

 “Nah,” Danny says, smirking. “Mike knows better than to argue with me.  Although,” Danny sits back in his chair and frowns, “it probably makes school districts irrelevant.”

 “You think they’ll send her to private school?”  Steve asks.

 Danny shrugs.  “Probably.”  They spend a few more minutes looking at houses, debating whether having a master bedroom on the first floor is a good or bad idea with a baby in the house, and then Steve yawns, an impressive jaw-cracking display.

 “Bed?”  Danny asks.

 A nervous look passes over Steve’s face, because going to sleep means waking up and facing tomorrow.

 “I’ll come with you,” Danny says, and Steve nods.

 “Thanks,” he says softly.

 They put on sleep pants and t-shirts and climb under the covers.  Steve shifts around for a while, having trouble getting comfortable, and finally Danny just grabs him and hugs him tight.  The hair growing back on Steve’s head is soft against Danny’s cheek.

 Steve falls asleep quickly, rolling away from Danny, so Danny texts with Grace for a while.  When he finally drifts off, he dreams of Grace showing him her new house, a castle on a mountaintop, with labyrinthine halls leading to a giant bedroom with windows stretching from floor to ceiling.  Steve is lounging on the canopied bed, healthy and strong and full of mischief.  It’s a good dream.

 Danny wakes to an empty room.  He glances at the clock – it’s only two a.m. – and shuffles out of bed.  Steve is just outside, on the upstairs lanai.  He’s leaning on the rail, looking out towards the dark water.

 “Hey,” Danny says quietly from the doorway.  “Can’t sleep?”

 “I’m fine,” Steve says firmly. “Go back to sleep, Danny.”

 Danny hesitates.  It’s been a constant challenge for him since this whole thing began, knowing when to give Steve the space he asks for, and when to push through Steve’s walls.  But right now, even though Steve might be stressed and worried, he’s got good reason, and he’s safe enough only ten feet away from Danny.

 “You’ll let me know if you want company?”  Danny asks.

 Steve turns to face him, but the night is cloudy and Danny can’t make out his expression.  “Yeah, Danno.  Thanks.”

 The next morning Steve comes downstairs wearing cargo pants and a dark blue short-sleeve button-up, instead of his usual sweats and t-shirt.  It’s like a flashback to a better time.  Danny doesn’t mention how the pants are hanging off him, just gives him a big hug and a sloppy kiss on his freshly shaven cheek.  “You look great, babe,” Danny says into his ear, and Steve shrugs him off.

 Danny still grabs Steve’s jacket when they head to the car.  Steve may want to fake it ‘til he makes it, but Danny isn’t going to let him catch a chill in the doctor’s office.

 They’re ridiculously early for their meeting with the oncologist, but when Danny tries to distract Steve with a dumb game on his phone, Steve just glares at him.  Fine, he thinks, work yourself up into a panic, see if I care.

 This doesn’t work, of course, because he does care.  Danny’s contemplating having Grace call Steve and put Annie on the phone when the receptionist finally tells them it’s their turn.

 They sit in the chairs facing the doctor’s desk, and Danny grabs Steve’s hand.  Steve doesn’t protest.  

 “I’ll get right to it,” Dr. Akana says, and Danny feels like all the blood is draining from his body.  “It’s good news.  There’s no evidence of disease.”

 She keeps talking, but Danny doesn’t hear her, only those miraculous words echoing over and over.  No evidence of disease.  It’s the best possible finding at this point. It’s Steve’s best chance at lasting remission.

 Danny feels Steve’s grip on his hand tighten.  Steve’s staring intently at his knees, and he’s sucking in deep breaths of air.

 “Hey, hey,” Danny says, scooting closer to put a hand on Steve’s back.  Steve looks up at him, his eyes wide.  “She said it’s good.  It’s good. You’re gonna be okay.”

 Dr. Akana comes around and crouches down next to Steve, talking to him quietly.  When he calms, she stands and smiles at them.  “I’m sure you’ll have a lot of questions for me, and I have some instructions for you.  But for now, go home, get some rest.  Give me a call later this afternoon, or tomorrow, whenever you’re ready.”

 The walk from the doctor’s office out to the car is a blur, Danny hardly aware of anything but Steve’s hand in his.  When they climb into the car and sit down, neither of them move for a minute.

 “No more chemo?”  Steve finally asks, as if to make sure he got it right.

 “No more chemo,” Danny replies. Not now, anyway.  Not for as long as things stay this way.  Steve’ll have to come back in three months for more tests, but for now --  no evidence of disease.

 They drive home in silence, Steve tapping his fingers on his knee, and then grabbing Danny’s hand again.  Danny squeezes it, and Steve shoots him a glance, a quick smile that fades away almost immediately.

 “Wanna stop for something to eat?” Danny asks, as they approach the stretch of road with Steve’s favorite diner.  

 Steve shakes his head.  “Just want to go home.”

 Danny agrees.  He still feels like he’s almost shaking, like the adrenaline rush after a firefight.  

 Inside the house, Steve stands in the living room, hands thrust into his pockets.  He looks lost.  Danny gets him a glass of water from the kitchen, and Steve nods his thanks, drinking it down in long gulps.  He sees Steve stare at the empty glass, almost in disbelief, as if he’s surprised he managed to drink it all.

 “You’re stronger already,” Danny says quietly.  “And you’re gonna keep getting stronger.”

 Steve lets the glass hang from his fingers and looks up at Danny.  “I can’t believe it.”

 Danny takes the glass and puts it on the coffee table, then reaches for Steve.  “I know.”  He puts his arms around him, hands going up around his neck and pulling him close. “But you did it.  You made it through.  The cancer’s gone.”

 Steve sags against Danny.  He falls back on the couch, bringing Danny with him in a tangled heap, and buries his head in Danny’s neck.

 “What is it, babe?”  

 There’s a long pause, and Danny hopes Steve will give him an answer, talk about whatever’s going on in that brain of his.  If he doesn’t, that’s okay too.  Danny not sure he can articulate what’s going on in his own head right now.

 “Danny… I’m still so scared.”

 Danny clutches at Steve, tugging at him until they are more or less lying on the couch, wrapped up together. “Me too.”

 They lay there like that for a little while, breathing into each other’s skin.  Danny doesn’t notice when he starts to feel less like he’s about to dissolve, but eventually Steve shifts and pushes up on an elbow.  His eyes are red, but his gaze is clear.

 “We’re a pair of idiots, aren’t we?” Steve asks, fondly brushing a finger against the buzzed hair over Danny’s ear.

 “Nah.”  Danny presses a quick kiss to Steve’s lips.  “We’re alright.”

 “We’re alright,” Steve repeats. “We’re alright,” he says again, with more conviction.  “So why are we…?”  

 Danny shrugs.  He’s gotten used to the tsunami of emotions being with Steve brings.  Given what they’ve been through lately, he’s going to cut them a break.  They’ve been scared for so long, they can’t expect it to go away in an instant.

 And right now, he doesn’t want to dwell on it.  Because suddenly there’s a light in Steve’s eyes that Danny hasn’t seen a while, and that deserves to be acknowledged.  “What, you think we should be celebrating?”

 “Maybe.”  

 Danny sits up, hands still stroking down Steve’s body.  He doesn’t really want to let go.  “What did you have in mind?  Steaks on the grill?  I could run to the store.  Get some beer, too.”  It’s been ages since they’ve kept beer in the house.

 Steve smiles at him, a little shy. “I was actually thinking of something else.”

 It’s embarrassing how quickly Danny stands and yanks Steve up the stairs.  He’d apologize, backtrack and reassure Steve that no, of course he isn’t desperately horny after going so long without, but Steve is grinning like a madman and employing all his ninja skills to get Danny’s shirt off before they even make it to the bedroom.  Danny trips himself getting out of his pants, and Steve grabs him, thumbs digging into his hips and divesting him of his boxers at record speed.

 Steve gets naked too, with Danny’s help, and they both dive into bed, eyes and hands roaming over sensitized skin. There’s a moment when Steve stalls as Danny runs a hand down his chest.  Danny knows without asking that Steve is worried about how he looks, skinny as a teenager and lacking all the gorgeous muscles he used to be so proud of.  But Danny kisses his collarbone, murmuring “love you” and “beautiful” as he nips and teases, and Steve relaxes into his touch.

 Working his way down, Danny licks and sucks on Steve’s nipple, playing the other with his fingers.  Steve digs his fingers into Danny’s ass, and Danny’s whole body throbs in response.  Danny isn’t sure, really, how far this is going to go, despite the frenzy they’re both in, but then Steve’s hips thrust up at him and he zones out.  Steve gets a hand around his cock, firm and sure, and starts to stroke.  Danny hears himself keen with pleasure, and Steve gives a soft laugh in triumph.

 After a few more minutes Steve rolls them so Danny is on his back, and Danny feels Steve’s length press against his side.  He’s hard, and Danny has to pause for a minute, slow down and grab Steve’s face with both hands and kiss him with all he’s got.  Steve kisses back hot and fierce, sliding over Danny until they’re both pressed together, rocking and grinding until sparks are shooting across Danny’s vision and he’s coming in a wet gush.

 “Oh fuck, oh my god, you’re amazing,” Danny breaths out, sliding a hand down to find Steve’s cock, hard and leaking. “Your turn, come on, come for me, babe, you can do it.”  

 Steve is leaning over Danny, panting and thrusting into Danny’s hand, and then he comes with a long moan.  He collapses on top of Danny, still shaking, and Danny pets him, hands in his hair and sliding down his back in smooth strokes.

 “Holy crap, babe,” Danny says, still catching his breath.  “I did not expect that.  That was… fantastic.  Wow.”  He cups Steve’s face, runs a thumb over his eyebrow.  “You okay?”

 Steve opens his eyes and blinks at Danny.  “Yeah, Danno. Yeah.”  He beams, and there’s no better sight in the world.  “I’m okay.”

[thedefinitionofbts]

Our First and Last (Ch. 2)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 |  Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10 | 

Ch. 11 | Ch. 12 (Final)

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (MAIN) | Park Jimin x Kim Taehyung | Jung Hoseok x Min Yoongi | Kim Namjoon x Kim Seokjin

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Soulmate Au, Scifi

Words: 4.5K

The second time you saw Jungkook was on the morning of your eleventh birthday.

Your parents had been in shock when you begged them to forget about throwing you a birthday party because you just wanted to spend a day at the park alone. They even questioned if you were feeling sick, in which you vigorously shook your head and told them you were actually feeling better than ever.

It was the honest truth, or at least part of it.

As much as you wanted to at the time, you didn’t tell anyone about the life-changing event that happened on your tenth birthday last year. No one you knew in the Yin Dimension would even believe you anyways. Being able to come in contact with anything, let alone anyone, from the Yang dimension was blasphemous, and you were not planning on becoming a laughing stalk or have your parents worry about your mental well being at such a young age.

Besides, keeping such a secret just made you feel giddy and excited on the inside, and you figured it was probably the way some kids feel when they had an imaginary friend that only they could see.

You tentatively walk up to the spot in the secluded area of the park where you last saw Jungkook exactly one year ago. The breeze was a little chilly and the morning dew drops in the grass made the ground glisten under the sunlight.

You patiently wait as you snack on the chocolate chip cookies your mom had baked the night before. As the minutes tick by, you start to get an unsettling feeling in your stomach. You didn’t want to think about it, but the worry in the back of your mind was always there, no matter how hard you tried to burry it. You never wanted to admit it, but sometimes you would inevitably question whether Jungkook was even real and whether that day had even happened. A year feels a lot longer the younger you are because it takes up a greater portion of your life, and fuzzy memories start to decay a lot quicker.

The sun was high in the sky now, signaling the pending arrival of midday. You feel the presence of its warmth, more than usual, a heat that normally doesn’t quite make it to the Yin dimension.

And that’s when you knew.

“Y/N!” You hear a gentle, husky but familiar voice call from behind you.

You turn to see the man materializing in front of your eyes, and before you could say anything you jump into his strong arms. He picks you up and wraps you in his warm embrace. The fresh scent of honey and flowers lingers on his shirt, and the doubt that was consuming you moments ago completely washes away.

“How long will you be here?” You ask as Jungkook pushes you on a swing. You vaguely recall his short visit last year and had desperately been praying that he would stay a bit longer this time around.

“I actually don’t know. I can only feel it when it’s the last day, and as far as I’m concerned, the number of days is pretty random.” You hear Jungkook’s voice from behind you, he sounds relaxed but there’s a bit of hesitation tangled in his words.

You jump off the swing and walk back to him. His attire was slightly more casual this year, wearing a dark turtleneck sweater and jeans. His hands are now in his jean pockets and he’s fiddling with the gravel beneath his feet.

“Can you tell me what I’m like when I’m older?” You ask curiously, tilting your head and looking up at the twenty-nine year old, tall and perfectly toned male. Realizing that he’s met the twelve year old you all the way up to the thirty year old you because of the way your timelines run.

“Well, I can’t tell you too much because that could potentially cause a tear in the fabric of time and once those threads realign, the events could get all jumbled.” He explains with a nod, proud that he was able to somewhat simplify it for you.

You look at him confused, mouth slightly open and eyebrow raised. Everything he was saying just sounded like gibberish, and you didn’t know how to respond or begin asking the next question.

Jungkook laughs remembering that you were still only eleven and most likely haven’t been exposed to theoretical physics yet.

“Basically a paradox” He tries again and breaths a sigh of relief as you nod in superficial understanding.

As the years go by, your longing for Jungkook only grew stronger. Up until you were seventeen, you had never felt self-conscious when you were with him, but now the butterflies swirling in your stomach were really no joke.

He was twenty-three, and undoubtedly hot as hell, and that’s not an attempt to describe his temperature. He was always handsome, with chiseled features, a tall nose, plump lips, and that pair of dark chocolate doe eyes that you’ve known since the first day you saw him. In all honesty, his appearance hasn’t really changed all that much from the first time you met him seven years ago, but it was your attraction to him that did.

Up until then, he had always been a brotherly figure, a best friend of sorts that came to visit you every year around your birthday. Giving you comfort, consolation, trust and support throughout those hectic and awkward pre-teen transition years, where the rebel inside of you would peak out of its shell every so often. It’s not that you wanted to scream at your mom for poking her nose into your life, but you had let your anger get the better of you two years ago.

“Hey, we all have to go through that phase” You remember Jungkook saying to the fifteen year old you back then. He had gently rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of your hand as he continued to calm you down with wise words and reassuring gestures. The familiar warmth you had come to know, enveloping your body the same way it always did whenever he was near. He always knew exactly what to say and do to make you feel better, like the first drop of cool rain after centuries of drought or the welcoming warmth of a cozy fireplace during a snowy blizzard.

“So what do you feel like doing today?” the twenty-three year old Jungkook asks when he notices you had fallen silent, getting lost in your thoughts again. He was wearing an oversized sweatshirt paired with distressed blue jeans, and even though his outfit was probably as casual as it can get, you found it hard to look at him for too long without getting overwhelmed by his attractiveness.

Yes, it was normal for girls your age to be attracted to the opposite sex, but so far no one in the Yin dimension had even come close to making you feel the way Jungkook did. There were a lot of guys at school and several that showed interest in you, but you always managed to find something you disliked about each and every one of them. They were always either too full of themselves, too lazy, emotionally immature, socially awkward, physically unattractive, or simply just “not your style”.

“Ummm, how about we go to an art museum?” You suggest, but immediately regret the words you just let out of your mouth due to the stew of nerves bubbling up inside you. Art Museum? Who thinks of going to a boring place like that? You mentally scold yourself for your stupid idea, and the feeling of regret for wasting the limited amount of time you have with Jungkook before he inevitably has to leave again washes over you.

“Uh, yeah ok” Jungkook says, scratching the back of his head and giving you a cheerful smile, completely unaware of the emotional struggle you were dealing with in your head. His skin was glowing warmer than you remembered, probably because he was in the midst of his prime. You had read about the Yin and Yang essences peaking at around age twenty, and seeing it with your own eyes made the fact seem even more tangible, but it also meant your own Yin essence was gaining in strength too, which made you even more self conscious about your ghostly cool toned skin.

But it’s too late to change your mind now, so you just go along with it.

“I think there’s a really famous one a couple blocks away.” You say while looking around at the tall buildings of the city. It was a modern looking metropolis, but there were some buildings obviously inspired by ancient architecture. You remembered your mom telling one of her friends who came to visit the city that the museum is a must see, so you were praying to god that Jungkook will find it interesting as well.

It was a cloudy day, and the weather forecast predicted a thunderstorm would sweep across the area, so perhaps the museum wasn’t such a bad idea after all. The museum wasn’t hard to find, since it’s located on top of a hill, which, according to the internet, was the city’s highest point with an elevation of 300 meters.

When the two of you reach the top of the marbled steps of the museum entrance, large ivory pillars surround you. You tentatively walk up to pull open the heavy wooden doors, but find that to be a struggle in and of itself. Jungkook walks up behind you and gives you some much needed help.

“After you” He says as he holds the door open in the most gentlemanly way. You feel a bit of heat rising in your cheeks and hope the flush of color isn’t too obvious against your ghostly pale skin.

“So I’ve noticed that everything in this dimension is almost like a mirror image of the things in the Yang dimension, except with some slight alterations, the obvious one being it’s significantly less warm toned.” He says, as he examines the painting more closely. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he really looked like he was deeply engrossed in the swirl of colorful objects.

You take some time to absorb his words and the information he just revealed to you. You were always cautious when the topic of the Yang dimension or your future came up, because you knew Jungkook had to be careful when it came to the fabric of space-time.

“What do you think the artist is trying to convey to the audience?” You ask, putting the main focus back on the painting itself. You hesitantly peak at the smooth curves of his side profile before quickly whipping your head back towards the painting.

“This painting screams the aftermath of falling into temptations” Jungkook says after a moment of thought. “I think it goes along with the main theme of this entire museum.” He turns around and points at the statue of an angel with black wings that you’ve felt drawn to since walking in. You hadn’t pointed it out right away because you wanted to seem mature, so you refrained from immediately bursting out with curiosity upon seeing the statue.

“Is it just me, or is it hard to take your eyes off of that thing once you look at it?” You ask as you stare at the angel with no face and a pair of wings made up of raven black feathers.

You faintly hear Jungkook chuckle. “Well, that just means the artist did a good job. It’s supposed to be extremely alluring, much like temptations in life.”

You peel your eyes off of the mysterious statue and look at Jungkook. Not nearly as alluring as you. You think to yourself as your eyes gloss over his smooth skin and delicate but manly features. You feel a familiar flush rise up to your cheeks again and quickly turn away before Jungkook makes eye contact with you.

Even though you can���t see his face, you can tell he’s smiling and probably thinking about things you can’t even begin to wrap you head around. There was so much you wanted to ask him, but you didn’t want to burden him with questions he shouldn’t answer.

Suddenly a loud burst of thunder crackles from outside, startling you so much that your first instinct was to grab a hold of Jungkook’s arm. Then you hear the rain pellets hit the glass window, at first slowly like the ticking of a clock, but soon gathering frequency and drowning out all other noise.

“Oh, sorry” You nervously apologize as you let go of Jungkook’s arm, feeling the heat leave the surface of your palm and fingertips.

Jungkook just smiles and reaches over to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear. Then he slowly lowers his arm and gently intertwines his fingers with yours. You feel the coziness of your hand fitting perfectly with his, and it was almost like time stopped for a brief moment.

“If I remember correctly, there’s a coffee shop with a killer view up here” He says, as he leads you up the marble staircase to the top floor of the museum.

When you finally reach said coffee shop, Jungkook goes up to the counter to order two overflowing mugs of hot chocolate topped with fluffy white marshmallows. You guys find the shop to be empty since everyone was probably sitting at home avoiding the storm.

“Would you like to sit on the balcony?” Jungkook asks when he walks back to you.

You nod eagerly, seeing that the balcony had a retractable roof so the rain wouldn’t get the nice, expensive looking seating area wet.

Sitting across from Jungkook, you were able to get the clearest most detailed view of his facial features. You noticed the way his eyes disappears and his face scrunched up whenever he laughed too hard, and when his bunny-like teeth would peak out between his soft plump lips, giving him a youthful look that could only be described as utterly adorable. You wanted to memorize it all, to somehow solidify this hard to describe feeling, etch it in your brain so it could never fly away.

You chatted until the rain stopped and both of you had swallowed the last drop of the warm sweet hot chocolate. The sun was beginning to peak through the clouds, and the panoramic view of the city was coming back into view. It was then you could tell it was almost dusk, which meant you and Jungkook had already spent the whole day together. The sky was painted with lavender and baby blue hues; the fresh breeze left the lingering scent of spring in the air.

“They’re actually really nice,” You blurt out before you could stop yourself.

“How would you know, you weirdo” You hear a kid shout from the back of the classroom.

You clearly remember the day you were thirteen, sitting in middle school physics, when your science teacher was teaching the chapter on the Yang dimension. She was going off about how different the people are, and how we could never get used to such a warm, heated world in our current bodies. Some students were commenting on how people from the Yang dimension are probably monsters, not even understanding the ways of the cycle. You were so annoyed by their childish jokes that you couldn’t stop yourself from voicing your frustrations in the middle of class.

“Minseok, we don’t call other students those kind of names” The teacher, Ms. Lee, had scolded the boy at the time.

But the accumulation of comments like that over the years made you conscious of your own personality. You really didn’t have that many friends in middle school, and was deemed a loner by all the popular students. You were introverted and found social interaction to be mentally and physically exhausting at times. There are people who crave company, but you weren’t one of those people. You definitely preferred being alone, the times you could get lost in your own thoughts was what appealed to you.

What if he thinks I’m weird and doesn’t want to come see me anymore?

A wave of panic would always hit you whenever the thought of Jungkook abandoning you crept up your spine. He was your only true friend, the only person that did not drain any energy from you but instead refueled your desire to truly live like how passionate dreams would spark world-changing inventions.

The thought of him not showing up at your usual yearly meeting spot terrified you more than anything. And you had long started to question if it was dangerous to get so attached to something so out of your own control.

It was your eighteenth birthday and you found yourself, yet again, standing in the same spot in the middle of the park. The grassy flower field that held mixed feelings derived from the miraculous collision of universes that maybe weren’t meant to collide, the place that tasted of hopeful beginnings and bittersweet endings. You close your eyes and listen for his voice.

“Hey”

You finally hear the familiar, soothing sound that was music to your ears.

Opening your eyes, you see the young man standing in front of you in an oversized white t-shirt and blue jeans. He’s smiling at you, eyes sparkling under the sunlight and brown hair ruffling in the breeze.

“Hey” You say back, shyly walking up to him, that familiar feeling of nerves firing up in your system yet again.

“How was your…ugh…how was your year?” You ask, noticing that he looks leaner and slightly tanner than the previous year.

Jungkook laughs a little. “It was surprisingly boring,” He says with a grin. “But yeah, I’m back in college, so no more work I guess” He scratches the back of his head, a habit you’ve noticed he has.

“Aging backwards seems so weird” You comment, finally realizing that you’re entering college soon and Jungkook’s going “back” into college. The concept of losing knowledge that you used to have seems mind-blowing.

“Aging forward doesn’t seem all that normal either” He jokes. “I mean, think about it. How hard would life be, not knowing the future? Like how do you guys even choose majors and careers if you don’t know what kind of life you’ll enjoy living?”

You think about what Jungkook says, and realize, surprisingly, he has a point.

“I guess it just depends on how you look at it,” You finally say, making Jungkook laugh and ruffle your hair. You had gotten taller over the years, but you were still tiny compared to the fully matured Jungkook. He was reaching his prime and even perfection could not describe how mesmerizing his physical appearance was.

“You want to go to the lake?” Jungkook suggests. He looks around and takes in a long breath of fresh air; you seize the opportunity to trace his sharp jawline with your eyes. Damn, sharp enough to cut cheese. His presence never failed to captivate you in the most breathtaking and awestruck way; provoking emotions you didn’t even know you had.

You nod, excited to go to the lake your city was famous for. The natural wonder attracted tourists from all over the world every year, and today was the perfect sunny spring day to go.

The lake was an incredibly gorgeous site to see. It’s water clear and blue with a mirror-like surface that glistened under the sun’s bright beams. The flowers were starting to bloom, their white petals creating a stark contrast with the background of blue-green grass. The weeping willow trees arched over the edge of the water, gently sweeping it’s calm smooth surface.

Walking on the sidewalk that curved along the lake’s outline was so relaxing, you could hear some birds chirping in the bushes and some people chatting in the distance, time was almost slowing to a stand still.

The two of you walk side by side, in the most comfortable type of silence. Jungkook’s body was so close to yours you could feel his warmth spread over to your own body. Then his hand slightly brushes over yours, and you wonder if you should make the first move and grab a hold of it because the urge was definitely there. After a moment of inner debate, you sum up the courage to reach for his hand. His soft smooth skin soon comes in contact with yours, and the moment your hands are interlocked, you feel him squeeze your hand tightly, signally that he’s been wanting the same contact. You can’t help the smile that’s spreading over your entire face, and you notice the slight upward curve of Jungkook’s lips as well.

“Hey, let’s ride one of those pedal boats” You suddenly suggests when you see the couples sitting in them side by side and having a blast figuring out how to maneuver through the water.

“Sounds great!” Jungkook chirps, expressing pure joy.

His bunny smile was coming out again as the two of you try to balance and get on the boat. It was wobbly at first, but the two of you soon get settled in comfortable positions.

Getting into the pedaling rhythm was quite the struggle though. Jungkook was much stronger than you, so the boat kept curving in one direction. Laughter fills the air as the boat swerves in awkward circles, but the silliness of it all doesn’t even bother you.

“Jungkook, take it down a notch” You had to continuously remind him to pedal slower because he would often lose track of how hard he was pedaling as he pointed out the various plants and the beautiful scenery around the lake.

“Oh, sorry” He would apologize, and then laugh when he saw the playful pout that showed up on your face.

“You workout a lot don’t you?” You ask, despite knowing the answer was obvious, but you wanted to know just how he managed to get so toned and lean.

“Yeah, I go to the gym sometimes, but I spend more time in the dance studio” He replies, making eye contact as he focuses his attention back on you and away from the scenery.

“Whoa, you dance?” You ask, surprised because the idea of Jungkook being a dancer had never crossed your mind.

“Yup, I like the feeling of expressing emotional urges with my body” He clears his throat as you cough a little, almost choking on your own saliva at his comment. “As you can see, I’m not exactly eloquent.” He laughs and you join him.

“Yes, I can see that now” You say in between spouts of laughter.

The hours tick by and soon the sun is setting behind the mountains again. It wasn’t until the two of you were getting off the boat that you noticed Jungkook was still holding your hand. He never let go. It felt so natural that you weren’t even aware of it until you looked down. Jungkook notices you looking at your still interlocked hands and quickly lets go, while clearing his throat nervously again.

You hear him mumble a quite “sorry” and you can see the burning flush in his cheeks. You attempt to suppress a giggle at his cute reaction.

A couple of days later, Jungkook tells you it’s almost time for him to leave again. He takes a deep breath as he promises you he’ll be back, and you could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest paired with the sincerity in his eyes, knowing these goodbyes have become one of the hardest things for you because of his visits. You should be used to it by now, because he’s never able to stay long, but it’s always hard to accept the fact that the next time the portal opens will be a year from now.

There’s only hours left, and time relentlessly ticks by as the two of you relax under the large branches of the park’s oak tree. You lean back on Jungkook’s chest and watch the wind pick up speed, as the sound of ruffling leaves fill the air.

“Jungkook?”

“Hmm?”

“Do I eventually have to start going through the portal…or…”

“There’s a scientist who researches dimensional universes that you’ll have to visit soon. He’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

You sit up and look at Jungkook.

“You’ve met him already?”

He nods, lost in his thoughts again.

Normally it would frustrate you when someone tried to be mysterious and hinder your thirst for knowledge, but you wholeheartedly trusted Jungkook, putting more faith in him than anyone you’ve ever known because you knew he had his reasons.

It was not long before Jungkook stands up, signaling that it's time. He helps you up off the ground, and hesitates as he looks at you and back at the ground, biting his lower lip, seemingly nervous for some reason. He then takes a cautious step closer to you, so close that your bodies were almost touching, and tentatively wraps you in a warm embrace.

“I’ll miss you,” He whispers in your ear, as you breath in the wonderful scent of his cologne mixed with the natural fragrance of his body.

You can feel your heartbeat pulsing up to your neck, but the warmth of Jungkook feels so comforting the the world around you just sort of dissolves. You tightly hug him back and the two of you stay in that position for as long as the ticking clock allows for.

When Jungkook finally releases you, you quickly wipe away a tear that has slid down your cheek. There was still so much you didn’t understand, but none of it mattered because the only thing you truly wanted was to be with him.

His charming doe eyes, deep enough to hold several universes, never lose contact with yours, even as the image of him standing in the open grass field surrounded by lavender wild flowers gradually begins to fade. You wave goodbye, feeling that familiar sense of longing saturate your heart once again as you watch him disappear into thin air.

Another year to go before you meet again, but even when he was gone there wasn’t a single second you didn’t think about him.

Jungkook, the name that would float around on top of the fluffy clouds during the day and amongst the shiny stars at night

Jungkook, the boy whose doe eyes you saw every time you closed your own

Jungkook, the indescribably feeling that no book, song, or movie in the Yin Dimension could even come close to conveying

Jeon Jungkook--- the missing piece to your puzzle

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[witchybitchys]

Another get to know me post bc i’m hella bored & why not.

 What is you middle name? My middle name is Lauren - God knows why, I think my parents plucked that name out of thin air.

 How old are you? I’m 21 (But I look about 12)

 When is your birthday? April 19th 1995. I’m so old.

 What is your zodiac sign? I was born on the Aires/Taurus cusp! but I relate more to the traits of a Taurus. 

 What is your favourite colour? I really love dark colours. I’m a little bit obsessed with dark green at the moment. Black has to be my fav tho.

 Do you have any pets? I have a little tabby cat called Lulu! she is the apple of my eye. I’ll never forget the day we rescued her and welcomed her into our home!

 Where are you from? A really boring town Called Barrow, located in the North-West of England. seriously tho - never come here.

 How tall are you? I’m a smol bean. I’m exactly 5″1. But that means I’m the same height as gaga so idc ;)

 What shoe size are you? My feet are odd! there are times that I’ll fit into a 3 and times I’ll fit into a 4??

.What talents do you have? *cries internally* I suck at most things... i’d like to say that I’m good at being a domestic goddess?? 

Are you psychic in any way? I don’t think so! although yesterday I predicted that I’d get an email of UCAS & I did... SOO MAYBE I AM.

Favourite song? Marry the Night OR born this way??? both songs have such meaningful lyrics that have helped me through so much crap.

Favourite music artist? LADY GAGA OFC. THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE.

Favourite movie? I can’t really think?? I watched the curious case of Benjamin button the other night & i really enjoyed it. 

 Who would be your ideal partner? I’m already with my ideal girlfriend! she’s my best friend & the love of my life. I’m so lucky to call her mine.

Do you want children? Yes! I’d like two children - bc I grew up as an only child & it sucked so much.

Do you want a church wedding? naah, I’d like to get married somewhere fancy. Tbh, churches kinda freak me out.

 Are you religious? My only religions are Lady gaga, cats and Chicken nuggets.

Have you ever been to the hospital? Too many times. :’)

Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Not really... I’ve been told of by the police for trespassing and underage drinking (i was such a badass)

 What colour socks are you wearing? I’m not wearing any bc wearing socks in bed is sickening. 

What type of music do you like? I really like 80′s music along side Lady Gaga, Lana Del Ray & lots of other stuff that I cba typing.

What do you typically have for breakfast? I usually skip breakfast but, sometimes I’ll grab a cereal bar or smth.

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? I was once awake for a solid 24hrs and it was gross. I was awake at 5am for work & that same night I went out drinking with becca... but she drank too much & was throwing up / passing out SOOO I had to stay awake and look after her until like 5am.

Do you have any scars? yes! I have a couple on my head from when I was younger, a few on my legs from falling out of trees & one on my wrist from the time I got it caught in a suitcase :’)

Have you ever had a secret admirer? YES... an old man left me a cactus and some chocolates at work once. He always asks me to go out for drinks too :/ i stg he’s like 90.

Do you have a strong accent? I’ve been told by multiple people that I sound very Northern. Its always the first thing people comment on when I open my mouth.

 What is your favourite accent? I love, love love the Australian accent. It does things to me.

 What is your personality type? INFJ.

 Are you scared of spiders? Totally depends on the size of them... I can handle little ones BUT NOT THE FAT ONES.

 Favourite food? Probably has to be pasta or sweet chilli chicken wraps? OH, or chicken nuggets.

 Favourite foreign food? I’m really fussy when it comes to foreign food. I’d say I like Chinese food... but that’s basically chips, rice and curry sauce. I want to try more tho. 

Are you a clean or messy person? I’m pretty clean tbh. I enjoy cleaning?? I often clean Becca’s room for her bc i’m the best.

Most used word? .... LIKE.

Do you talk to yourself? ALLL the fucking time... and I even answer myself sometimes.

Do you sing to yourself? yeah, i can’t sing for shit tho.

Biggest Fear? Being abandoned by the people I love (welp that was deep)

Favourite school subject? I really enjoyed science.

Extrovert or Introvert? It all depends on who I’m with!

Are you ticklish? Yes and anyone who knows me v well will know they will get a foot to the face if they try and tickle them

Have you ever drank underage? Yeah, i got caught by the police tho. It was the last day of school and we broke into this huge abandoned hall and it was pretty cool tbh.

Who was your first real crush Lmfao I had a huge crush on a girl who worked in a coffee shop??? how tragic :’) but then I went on a date with a girl to that exact coffee shop & I fell for her and forgot about the petty coffee girl crush.

 How many piercings do you have? I have my ears, my helix and my nose pierced atm.

How fast can you run? hahahaha. i cant run for more than 30 seconds without losing my breath

 What colour is your hair? Dark brown atm. It’ll no doubt be 50 shades of brown in a few weeks tho.

 What colour are your eyes? My eyes are really blue. 

 What are you allergic to? *laughs* I’m allergic to scented shower gel & basically anything that has perfume in it. I hate my skin.

 Do you keep a journal? Yes, I like to journal whenever I have time. I journal no matter what mood I’m in however, I write more if I’m in a bad mood or I’m stressed / anxious - its a great way to reduce bad feelings.

What do your parents do? My mum is a theatre sister & my dad is a health and safety manager at b.a.e systems (not bae systems) 

What makes you angry? I fucking DESPISE it when people cough too many times in a short period of time (I know that sounds petty af) but it goes right through me and idek. 

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? I really like the name Imogene for a girl & Harrison for a boy.

 Do you want a boy a girl for a child? If the baby is healthy, that’s all that should matter!

 What are you strengths? I make a mean soft boiled egg. :’)

What are your weaknesses? I get jealous too easy and I find it hard to control. I also find it difficult to express my emotions - i bottle things up for too long and then I lose control.

 How did you get your name? My dad picked my name bc my mum wanted to call me Olivia & my dad hated it. 

Color of your bedspread? Black & white.

 Color of your room? White and a really, really deep red. I decorated my room as a little project to help pick me up during depression - i really wanted to paint it black but I wasn’t allowed fml.