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8bitscarlet · 3 years ago

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Baby, It's Cold Outside

Summary: A broken down car on the side of the road just before Christmas leaves you with a grateful woman.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: 18+ ONLY!//MINORS DNI! Smut (a few cuss words, fingering, top!reader, bottom!Wanda, strap-use (r giving), oral (r giving and Wanda giving), praising)

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: Alrighty, it's time for the spicy Christmas fic today! The fluffy & pure Christmas fic will be posted on tomorrow! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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White flurries of snow fall from the cloudy sky above you, coating the dark green needles of the trees around and the road you drive up. The mountain road up to the scattered cabins is completely empty as you sit back into the seat that keeps you warm.

Humming along to a classic Christmas song, fingers gently drumming against your steering wheel, you carefully take a turn as the sky grows darker and the evening grows closer and closer.

As your headlights shine out as you come around the corner, you clench your brows and lean forward. Your foot slowly comes off of the gas pedal when you see the blinking hazards of a car pushed off to the side of the road. Inside you see someone in the driver’s seat turn quickly, but they don’t climb out of the car to hail for help. Still, a blizzard is coming soon and they’ll freeze out here if you don’t stop.

You pull just in front of their car, sighing as you turn off the hot air that keeps the inside of your truck toasty and open the door to the frigid, winter air. Shivering as you feel the change in temperature and your breath huffs out in a thick cloud, you reach inside your door for your gloves. The snow crunches below your boots as you open up the backseat door and swing on your fur-lined denim jacket. Waving as you try to blow warmth into your other hand, you trudge your way over to the black sedan that has no business trekking up the mountain to trying to beat a snowstorm.

Slowly, the door opens as a woman steps out of the car and keeps the door between you and her. You stop at your tailgate and give a grin to her, auburn hair falling against her shoulders as she slides on a beanie to keep her head warm.

“You alright, ma’am?” you ask, glancing over at her car and not seeing any flat tires as she pulls her jacket tighter.

She looks around expectantly, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

You hum, knowing that’s an obvious lie as you slip your hands into your jacket pockets, “Need some help, maybe?”

She quickly shakes her head, “Oh no, roadside assistance’s supposed to,” she pauses to look down at her phone and you watch as her shoulders deflate, “within the hour they said.”

You raise your brows, glancing down at your watch and shaking your head. They won’t be leaving for another forty minutes and by then they’ll call back to tell her they can’t drive up the road if there’s a blizzard of this size coming. She’ll freeze by the time they get here since her car isn’t even starting.

“Well, don’t know if you’re in the know, but there’s a huge blizzard about a half hour out,” you grin as you watch her let out a defeated sigh, her eyes glancing at your hand pointing out the increasing snowfall and the creaking of the trees.

The auburn-haired woman watches as you kneel down in the snow, face touching the cold frost as you check to see if any of her liquids are leaking, “I was trying to get to my family’s cabin in time but obviously that’s not happening.”

You chuckle, straightening yourself out and smacking the snow from your wet jeans, “I’ve got a cabin just up the way. Tools to fix up your car once I get a look at it. Does your family have a landline?”

She nods, watching as you quickly hop into the bed of your truck and open up the toolbox you have in the back as you continue talking, “You can call them from mine. I doubt you really have good service up so high. You’ll have none once we get up there.”

The woman groans, glancing back down the road in false hope for flashing lights to come up that roadside. You stop, staring down with her and seeing nothing but the clouds growing thicker.

“You’re not a murderer, right?” She asks, closing her door shut as she walks back to her trunk.

You chuckle, landing into the snow and grabbing your towing chain from the backseat. Walking back, she comes with a suitcase and backpack and stops a few feet from you, brows raised as she patiently waits for your honest reply. You grin, now noticing how green the eyes that stare at you are.

“I’m not. That’s my Halloween hobby. I’m a good samaritan during the Christmas season,”

“Well then,” she smiles as she holds out her gloved hand to you, “lucky me. I’m Wanda.”

Biting the tip of your glove to yank it off before you cover her glove in old oil and grease, you grip her hand in yours as you mumble out your name. She smiles, a twinkling in her eyes that catches you off guard, fumbling for your key as she hands you hers. Gently, she takes the keys from your grasp, hand sliding across yours as your eyes follow after her.

“I’ve got seat warmers!” you call out before she disappears around the front of the truck.

Wanda smiles back at you, as you hide behind an embarrassed grin at yelling that out so excitedly, “You’re looking more and more like a godsend,”

As she climbs into the truck, you smack your glove against your hand as you mumble to yourself that you just turned into an idiot because of a beautiful woman. You finished setting up her car for the careful trek up the snowy road quickly and you jog to the driver’s side as you try to stretch out your stiff fingers.

Jumping inside, you clench your eyes shut as you feel hot air slam into you. The inside of your truck feels like a sauna but Wanda looks practically half asleep in the passenger side. Her beanie and winter jacket laying on her lap as she sits there in a simple sweater and jeans, humming quietly to the Christmas radio station. She grins at you as you buckle up and start the drive back to your cabin.

It's a quiet drive, both of you just letting the radio station fill the quiet air. Your eyes glance in the rearview mirrors every few moments, ensuring her car isn’t going to slide back down the mountain and to simply have an excuse to look at Wanda. Her eyes stay glued to the wintery scene outside, probably glad to just look at the beautiful landscape instead of gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles.

Carefully, the snow crunches beneath tires as you swing your truck around so the car is closest to your workshop. Wanda’s eyes carefully glance over your quaint cabin, light flickering out through the thin curtains at the front. She chuckles quietly, seeing the unmistakable, movie famous leg lamp in one of the windows.

It’s solitary out here, surrounded only by trees and your driveway. There’s a pile of logs with your axe next to your workshop that’s locked up and dark with all your tools to fix up Wanda’s car. Christmas lights hang down from your roof, a crooked snowman in your front yard you used to prove to your family that you were being a bit festive.

You climb out quickly, opening the backseat as you grab her suitcase and your Christmas packages, letting her take her personal bag and hike through the snow. Grunting as your feet sink down into the layer of snow, you laugh when you see Wanda nearly tip over when her boot doesn’t come up. She scoops up some snow quickly and chucks it over at you,

“Keep laughing, your truck is going to be up at my family’s cabin."

Slamming your boots on the outside welcome mat, you grin, “Aw, are you inviting a total stranger to meet your family for Christmas? Is that how you’re thanking me?”

As her green eyes roll in her head, you open the door to the smell of the firewood still burning and your home still toasty. Grunting as you slide her suitcase along the wood floor to try and get out of your boots, you turn your head and see her still standing out in the cold. Her eyes bounce around the inside of your house warily, fingers playing with the strap of her bag.

“Are you a vampire? Can’t come inside unless I invite you in?”

Wanda shakes her head, stepping inside as you shut the door behind her. She quickly steps out of her boots as you shake your jacket off of your shoulders, “Maybe you’re not the only one who thrives on Halloween.”

With a smirk, you toss your jacket onto your coat hanger as she gradually steps further into the house. You watch as her eyes take in the Christmas tree you had cut down in the corner, gliding over to your lone stocking on your fireplace. Quietly, Wanda's eyes glance to your stare as you quickly kneel down and rearrange the new presents beneath your tree. With fire poker in hand as you stand at the fire, you start to point out everything a guest might need to know; the bathroom to splash some hot water on her face, the kitchen where she can help herself to anything and the landline so her family knows she’s still alive.

Wanda pauses in your living room, stepping closer to you as she tilts her head with green eyes fixed to your Christmas tree. You glance at it yourself, a few special ornaments among the cliche red, circular ornaments. Her fingers gently hold onto a snow globe ornament of your hometown, a soft grin on her face as you run your hand over your mouth.

“Would an ornament suffice as a thank you?” she turns back to you as you quickly avert your eyes to pretend to finish fixing the books on your coffee table.

Clenching your brows as you grimace slightly, you say, “Maybe a little more brainstorming.”

Wanda giggles, her eyes flicking up to where a traditional star should be placed. Instead it's one of your hats that's covered in a green plant that hangs from the top of the tree.

"What in the world is that?"

You glance up at it, chuckling to yourself, "My family thought it would be hilarious to send me a hat made of mistletoe. Find me a Christmas miracle of something."

Wanda grimaces playfully at it, leaving your face feeling hot as you quickly try to find something else to do and pull away from her soft glances. As you go to open the box of Christmas cookies in your hands, you feel the same dainty fingers that held your ornament wrap around your arm and grip onto your flannel, “Thank you. Seriously, you probably saved me from turning into a human popsicle.”

“Believe me,” you chuckle as you unbutton the top of your flannel to try and swallow the knot in your throat, “I’ve dug enough people out to know being out there during a storm isn’t fun. ‘Sides, I can fix your car up for free, no scams here.”

Your feet turn and Wanda’s fingers slip from your arm but you can hear her walking behind you, following you into the kitchen, “I can’t let you do that.”

You shrug, bending down to grab the milk, “I’m sure you can think of an acceptable payment then. And not ornaments,” you say softly as you shut the fridge door. She leans against your table, eyes closely watching every move you make but no longer with a cautious stare.

Pouring out two glasses, you pop open the cookie container and hold it out to her, “Cookies?”

Her eyes rest on yours, blinking slowly as you feel your heart thud against your chest and thankful that she can’t notice. Licking the bottom of her lip as she gently bites against it, you feel your jaw clench as the heat grows in your stomach. For a moment, she stands there, transfixed in your watchful stare until finally she snaps out of whatever thought she got lost in. Wanda quickly snatches a cookie from the container,

“Oh, yes! I love these, thank you!”

You chuckle, biting into a soft snickerdoodle as you completely peel out of your flannel and leave yourself in your tucked in shirt. Gently, Wanda reaches around you to snatch up the glass of milk, eyes running down the tight undershirt before she quickly says that she’s going to call her family.

As soon as she turns the corner you fall back against the counter, pressing the back of your hands to your eyes. A couple days of blissful solitary and the first attractive person to look your way sends you out of control. Stuffing the rest of the cookie in your mouth, you chew on the cinnamon sugar for a while as you glare at the small Santa decoration on your kitchen table. Grabbing another cookie, you fall into one of the chairs as you slam down half of your milk and try to distract yourself with the treats instead of watching Wanda talk on your phone.

She’s having a quiet conversation but as she glances back to you, cocking her brow as you roll up your jeans to keep them from dragging on the floor, she raises her voice,

“I’m fine, Piet. Yes, I’m safe. They’re only a murderer during spooky holidays.”

You glance over and see the playful grin she shoots at you before it falls and she waves her hand to the person on the other end of the line, “It was a joke!”

Chuckling, Wanda finishes up her hushed conversation as you finish your fifth cookie and second glass of milk. You hear the receiver settle back into place and Wanda groans, sitting across from you as she breaks apart another cookie on her napkin.

“Well,” she plops one of the pieces in her mouth, “I called roadside assistance again.”

You raise your brows, wiping away the milk from your upper lip.

“They said the speed of the blizzard slowed, but they still won’t be able to get up here until tomorrow.”

You chuckle, “You don’t trust me with your car? Or is it something else?”

Wanda gives you a look, “I can’t ask you to go out there right now. It’s way too cold.”

“I know how to layer,” you press, leaning onto your fist as you watch a coy smile spread on her lips.

“You already towed my car. Why don’t you relax, I’m not going to drive up there anyways. It’s too damn dark out there.”

You glance back and see that the sun had officially set and it was pitch black outside, “You’re actually in luck. I just changed the sheets on my bed so you can sleep in there.”

Wanda stays silent for a moment, clasping her fingers together as her chin rests on them. You drop the grin from your face and stare back just as intently, eyes following along every curve and angle of her face before she lets out a huff of air and sits back into the chair.

“You’re just going to secretly work on the car while I sleep, aren’t you?”

Raising your brows, you give a small grin, “Have we met before? ‘Cause you just saw right through me,”

Wanda smiles triumphantly as she stands and places her empty glass into the sink before making her way towards the warm fire. You follow after her, agreeing that it’s way warmer in there than it was in the kitchen. She sits on the couch, curling up her legs as she watches the meteorologist talk about the weather. Snatching up the blanket from your armchair as you walk past, you hand it over to her, ensuring that you point out the fact that it’s an electric heating blanket.

She sighs as she flicks it on and cuddles up into the fabric, “You know, you’re just starting to become a little too good to be true.”

“Well,” you sigh as you plop a stack of blankets onto the other side of the couch from the closet, “The couch is all yours then. Unless… no you want the couch.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you watch Wanda sit up a little as you go back to searching for the extra flannel pillow covers, “What was that?”

You shrug as you shake the pillow down into the cover, stopping just before you hand it over to her. Her cold hand rests on top of yours, burning your skin, “I put some hot water bottles in the bed before I left for my mail.”

Wanda hums, biting against her lip as she stares at you, “That sounds kind of nice.”

You grin, “That’s what I thought. First shower is the hottest, if you feel like warming up before going to bed.”

She lets go of the pillow to grab your arm again, pulling herself up to her feet, “I honestly don’t know how I’m going to repay you for this.”

“Maybe it’ll come in a dream.”

With that, you set up the couch for your night’s sleep but no matter how many cozy blankets you had on top of you and the comforting, crackling of the fire, you spent the night tossing and turning. Your brain was transfixed on thinking about who was in your bed.

Just before you had started to settle down for rest, you quickly went into your room, as Wanda showered, to grab some clothes. As you turned from ripping your charger from the wall, the bathroom door opened and she stepped out fairly comfortably in just a towel. Both of you froze as steam billowed out from behind her and you stared like a deer caught in headlights.

All you could do was blabber out apology after apology as you noticed the heavy blush in her cheeks that went down to her chest. After a soft chuckle as she quickly grabbed your robe from the back of the door, she didn’t seem too concerned at your staring gaze. She reassured you that it was fine, squeezing your arm again as she let the towel fall from beneath your robe and you held in groan.

Sighing, you roll off of the couch, rubbing your eyes and walk towards the kitchen in a tired haze. Peeking out of the backdoor, the beginnings of light from the sun showing off the thick, fluffy clouds in the sky as snow comes floating down. The ground is covered in the white flakes, the layer of snow now covering your bottom step completely. Shivering as you feel the cold sneak its way through the door, you start the coffee maker as you start to layer up.

With steaming thermos in hand, you trek out into the sharp wind, grimacing as you feel the prickling cold on your skin already. Pulling your scarf higher up on your face, you work your way through the snow and sip carefully on the hot coffee. Unlocking your workshop, you set down the thermos and carefully adjust the knobs on your radio until you can just hear those Christmas melodies through the static.

Stabbing your shovel into the frozen ground, you sigh as you look at Wanda’s car hidden underneath snow.

“Time to get to work,” you mutter and start to shovel the car out of the snow.

After a few hours of troubleshooting, getting frustrated when something didn’t work and troubleshooting again, you finally finished. The car rumbles around you, heater on full blast and headlights shining out as you hold the small, thermos cup in your hands and sit inside.

Slowly, you put all of your tools back and shut off the car after ensuring that the battery was fully charged. The snow has slowed down but you know the worst is yet to come and Wanda’ll need to get out of here to beat it. Coughing at the dryness in your throat, you climb out of your winter gear at the front door. Clenching your muscles tightly, you let out a loud shiver and hear a quiet giggle from the living room.

Looking up, you see that Wanda’s made herself at home on the couch with the electric blanket that you might not have once she leaves. The DVD player is on, much to your surprise, and you see your favorite Christmas movie on the television.

“Well now, you figured out how to work that thing faster than I did.” You stand behind the couch, hands resting on your waist as you smile at the silent movie.

“Couldn’t find the volume remote,” she looks up at you, turning around as her arms rest over the back of the couch, “I can’t believe you went out there.”

“They were right. Blizzard slowed but it’s starting to pick up again. Looked like the plows cleared the main road though.”

Her brows rise slightly, “I should leave then. I really can’t stay and risk that blizzard.”

You sigh and look back towards that front door, “It’s cold outside.”

Wanda stands, hugging the coffee mug to her chest as you watch each other carefully, “It’s been… very nice and warm.”

Holding out your hand, she places the empty mug carefully in your hand, “Already in such a hurry? You can’t stay for breakfast?”

“I suppose half a mug of coffee won’t hurt. Then I really should scurry out of here.”

You grin, pointing over towards the tree, “Why don’t you put on some records while I fill your mug?”

Walking backwards as she smirks, you feel your chest clench as you see her eyes are like starlight now, twinkling like the lights on your tree. You don’t want a single thing to break this spell that she has you under.

Listening to the static of the needle finding its place in the vinyl, you grin as you hand over a full mug of steaming coffee. She narrows her eyes at you, knowing she specifically said half a mug.

“I really can’t stay,” she tells you, sinking back down onto the couch and patting the cushion next to her.

You move in closer, “Oh come on, look out that window at that storm. It’s up to your knees out there.”

Wanda hums, “My family is waiting. My brother’s probably pacing at the door. Natasha’s going to be suspicious.”

You watch her talk through how her family would react if somehow she didn’t come walking through those doors today. Your eyes rest on her lips though, wanting nothing but to press yours against them.

“Never seen such a blizzard like that,” you lean your head to the side, “You’ll freeze to the bone out there.”

She smiles, both of you knowing exactly what game the two of you are playing, “Lend me your coat,”

You catch your breath, as you feel her hand rest on yours and press down onto your thigh. Her body leans closer to you, so close that you can see the soft specks of blue in her eyes.

“I’d never forgive myself if you caught pneumonia and died.”

Wanda grins at your stubbornness but hers isn’t breaking either, “I really can’t stay.”

With that, you listen to the clink of her mug against your coffee table and let out a soft sigh. Her hand runs up your arm, massaging your forearm as you nod quietly,

“I can’t stop you. But really, it’s cold outside, baby.”

There’s a tick in her brow, the blush you remembered from last night burning against her cheeks. But she holds herself together, squeezing your arm once more as she leans in and kisses your cheek.

“Thank you for this,” she whispers, breath washing over your face as she pulls away from that soft kiss. Your eyes flick down to her lips before flashing back up to her eyes, her pupils dilated as her hand grips onto you tightly.

Then, her lips are on yours and you suck in a sharp breath. You clench your eyes shut as your hands grip her waist tightly, pulling her closer to you as Wanda’s lips move with yours without a single thought. Hands rest on your chest and you begrudgingly sit back as she slides from your grasp, a soft sight escaping her.

“Thank you,” Wanda smiles at you as she slides into her jacket. You watch without a word, in complete defeat as the front door opens and shuts.

You groan, snatching her coffee mug from the coffee table to fill it with a double shot of whiskey. Was the kiss that bad, you wonder. Everything was going so well until she kissed you. You should’ve eaten that candy cane before you came back inside, you think as wind howls through your house. Groaning as you shuffle to close the door correctly, you freeze when you see that the door didn’t open on it’s own.

“It’s cold outside,” Wanda gasps, face already whipped red from the winter wind.

“Well,” you chuckle and stand in front of her, clasping your hands in front of you, “I could’ve told you-”

Before you can finish your sentence, she shoves you down onto your armchair. You groan when you feel hard plastic stab into your back. Reaching behind you, you grab the deadly weapon, shaking it in front of you,

“I found the remote.”

She giggles, straddling your lap and throwing the remote back towards your tree, “I didn’t sleep a wink last night. Probably not safe for me to drive, is it?”

You hum, as her hands run down your body, singeing every place she touches, “Definitely not in this weather. What kept you up? I know the wind can howl at night.”

“Thinking of ways to repay you.”

You guide your hands up her thighs, raising a brow as you notice for the first time that she’s in one of your sleep shirts. You pull it gently, her hands pulling at the waistband of your sweats gently as you notice the lack of a bra, the cold hardening her nipples through the thin fabric.

“You know what,” you whisper, your hands sliding beneath the shirt and pressing against her stomach, watching her clench her eyes and suck in a tight breath as she feels your cold hands on her body, “I think I can guess what kind of payment you have in mind.” you whisper against her lips, “I don’t have a venmo.”

She hums, hands resting on your shoulders, “I always have a backup plan,” As her words fall from her lips, she starts rocking her hips over you slowly, leaning down towards you as her lips skim over yours.

You’re done waiting, however, and crash your lips against hers, your hands tangling with her hair. It’s a messy, panting scene as her tongue glides over yours, hands gripping onto each other everywhere and anywhere. You can smell the soap you use on her skin but the soft lavender smell in her hair pulls you in for more, has you craving for everything this woman has to offer.

As your fingers slide past her waistband, you can feel how wet and warm she is already. Stroking your fingers through her folds, you press your lips back to Wanda’s, her moans filling your lungs as she tries to find more friction against your hand.

Slowly, you guide a finger towards her entrance, her leg hikes up as you line up a second finger and gently, you slide into her. She sighs as you stare at her head falling back in pleasure, gyrating her hips as your fingers softly curl inside of her.

Your kisses drop down her collarbone as soon as she loses the ability to kiss you back, only her moans warming your lips. Her nails drag across your shoulder, gripping you tighter to her, your thumb drawing small circles around her clit. She responds to every one of your movements and neither of you are in a hurry to get this over with.

Her breathing grows heavier as her moans fill your ear. It isn’t long until you feel her walls tighten around your fingers as her thighs twitch against you. Sliding your hand slowly from her as she lets out a sigh, you glance up to her blushing face. As she stares into you, the smile on her face says it all. And as she kisses you, you feel it all.

Cleaning your fingers, you let out a chuckle as you taste her. She gives you a look as you unwrap her hands from your neck.

“Baby, it’s still cold,” Grabbing her off the couch and walking towards the bedroom, her hands start undressing your upper body as you walk with her legs tightly wrapped around your waist.

You walk into the bedroom, pulling yourself from her kiss-swollen lips, giving a click of your tongue as you glance towards the bed, “Didn’t even make the bed.

“You never said,” she groans out as you push her up against the wall, ripping the shirt from her body and unveiling her soft skin for your hungry eyes.

“I didn’t say, huh?” you growl into her neck, “Well then, let me make myself perfectly clear. Get down on your knees.”

Her pupils are blown out with lust as she smirks, “Too good to be true indeed.”

Wanda listens to your instruction as you set up the harness around your waist. She pumps the toy slowly, watching how your thighs twitch just gently at the touch. You groan as you watch her take it into her mouth, the hollowing of her cheeks as those green eyes look up to you. She breathes out a huff of air as she clenches her eyes, gagging around you as your hips buck into her mouth.

“Such a good girl,” you push her hair back from her face gently, “You know how to be so appreciative, don’t you? Doing so good for me, princess.”

You bend down, pressing your lips against hers, feeling her moan into your mouth. Smiling against her lips, you grab her and toss her onto the bed. Wanda giggles as you press kisses up the inside of her thighs, her fingers entangling through your hair. A grin on your face when you hear her whine as you kiss right past her core.

Your nose skims against her jaw, “A needy little thing aren’t you? Already want to cum again? So desperate to come undone with just my fingers?”

“You are the worst tease,” she groans as her hips roll against the air, searching for anything to relieve the ache in her core.

Tossing the blankets over your body as you pull her panties down her legs. Gripping her hips, you lick a hard stripe up against her folds listening to the choked moan she lets out. You feel her thighs tighten under your arms.

She tastes amazing as you caress her with your tongue, your hands massaging her breasts and her sensitive nipples. Guiding your lips around her clit, you make sure you suck just gently as you pinch against her nipples, listening to the noise she makes. Her nails dig into your arms as she lets out a long moan, squirming underneath your tight grasp.

“God, you taste so good princess,” you groan against her, glancing up as she clenches her thighs against the vibrations of your voice.

You guide your hand down her thighs, your fingers easily sliding back into her. She gasps out as they curl in just the right spot, her hands pressing you flush against her warmth.

“That’s it,” you murmur as you roll your tongue in tight circles around her clit, “Want you to come undone over me.”

As if she was waiting for your permission, her knees press into the sides of your head as she reaches and falls over her edge again. She moans out loudly as her twitching thighs relax and you wipe your hand across your lips.

You pop out from underneath the blanket and press your lips against hers as she laughs out tiredly. Her hand wipes across your face,

“You’re sweating.”

You grin down at her, “It’s toasty beneath the blankets. ‘Sides, I’m a hard worker.”

She slaps your arm but she continues to wrap her legs around your waist, your hips rolling as the toy slides slowly through her folds. Her arms wrap your neck as you suck at her neck, “And you’re doing so good too, princess. You think you have one more for me?”

Wanda opens her eyes as you rest a hand to the side of her face, your other hand lining up the toy with her entrance. Turning her head slowly, her lips press against the heel of your hand, “I still need to thank you for saving my life.”

You grin, sliding in with one stroke as you watch how the toy slowly stretches her out. She moans, back arching towards you as you press your lips roughly against hers and swallow her moans.

“Only fair isn’t it,” you grunt, “Only fair I get to see how tight and wet you are… just for me.”

Her head nods with your words but she can’t talk as your hips rut against her. Her body jerks up the bed, closer and closer to the headboard with each of your thrusts. Leaning forward, you feel her nails digging into your skin as you grab hold of the headboard, grunting as the thrusts grow faster.

You feel her thighs squeeze around you, moans bouncing around your bedroom walls. For a moment, it makes you glad you don’t have neighbors but at the same time, you almost wish you did. Pressing your thumb against her clit, Wanda’s hands fall from you as she bunches your sheets in her hands, gasping out.

“Oh my god!”

You increase the pressure of your thumb, still gripping heavily onto the headboard with your other hand as you feel your coil tightening, your hips starting to stutter.

“Already…” you drop your head as you clench your eyes shut as the pressure in your core is reaching its peak, “a good girl like you ready cum again?

“Shit,” she groans out breathlessly, “Yes, yes please.”

You can feel her thighs trembling against your waist, the tight grasp she has on you faltering as her legs fall limbly to the bed. Driving deeper into her, you feel your own coil snap and you let out a long gasping moan, hovering over Wanda’s panting body as you slowly thrust into her as you both ride out your highs.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, cool hands run down your sweating body and you connect with the green eyes below you. Chuckling, you climb off of Wanda and fall onto the bed next to her, throwing the toy away from both of you.

“That was way better than that kiss you were going to leave me with.”

Wanda rolls over into your waiting arms, feeling her now warm body press against yours, “I was just seeing if you were going to run after me.”

You hum, “I just counted on the cold bringing you back.”

“How long is this blizzard supposed to last?” her fingers run along your stomach, tracing invisible designs on your skin.

“Oh, I think the whole week at least,” you mutter into her neck as she shivers against the warmth. Wanda leans back a little and presses a kiss to your cheek, smiling when you turn your head to press your lips to hers.

“We have some time to pass then. I’m pretty grateful for that coffee you made this morning.” Her fingers skim against the side of your lips, watching the way it twitches as her leg wraps around yours.

You grin as she cups your face, “You're really up for another round? We only had Christmas cookies for dinner.”

She kisses you deeply, “Maybe we should make some breakfast first. And maybe,” her fingers run down your neck gently, "You should put on that mistletoe hat."

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haloxsaisha · 2 years ago

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Like To Be You.

Chapter 1: Flicker.

[Charles Leclerc x Singer!OC]

Summary: Charles Leclerc and Advika Hira seemed to have it all- their dream jobs, love and support from millions around the globe and trust worthy friends. What if life gave them a chance to go back to something that had been missing in their lives?

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and death, cringey fluff with a shit ton of cheesiness (because I'm covering the honeymoon phase please forgive me), Google translated French.

Word count: 2.2K words.

A/N: I have no clue how the Prologue is longer than this lmao, do read the prologue incase you missed it though. Nevertheless I hope y'all like the first chapter and do let me know if you want to be added to the tag list <33

Italicized font: flashbacks.

Small Italicized font in brackets: translations.

December 2023.

People bustling down in the streets below, the homely cafés, white and sparkly snow cascading down from sky which had orange, pink and blue scattered over it with the CN tower piercing through the sky. Toronto had always been one of Advika's favourite places in the world, the place always helped her relax and destress.

The sound of the front door shutting breaks her subconscious state and she turns back to look at her Canadian best friend, who was joining her in the balcony with two paper cups in his hand.

"I got us some hot chocolate." Shawn said, handing her one of the cups and she muttered a small thank you. She'd never been used to the snow and chillness since it never snowed at most of India, especially where she lived, which was in the South of the country.

Shawn Mendes had been Advika's first friend from the music industry and was also one of the most important people in her life. She'd been signed to Island Records a year after him and he always guided her through work, since he'd got his big break even before Advika joined and knew how hard it was for a newcomer to settle into the fast moving world of music.

The curly haired duo got along well instantly, their love for acoustic music, Harry Potter, romantic clichés and their struggle with anxiety creating a trusting bond very soon. Many rumours of them dating had come up but it never changed a thing between them or made it awkward. They always had each other's backs on both professional and personal fronts- album releases and tours, award functions and galas, crushes and heartbreaks too.

Which is why as soon as Advika's tour ended, she took refuge at his Toronto condo without hesitation, needing some space from the brain clogging tour stress and her break-up with the green eyed Formula 1 driver.

“How’s the tune coming up?” he asks referring to the hour she spent, trying to make a tune for a song she'd been working on for a while.

“Like shit, it feels like my creative energy has been burnt out” she groans, staring at her guitar as if a miracle would occur and finish the song she was working on.

“You need to give yourself a break Advi, all you keep doing is making songs, releasing them and then touring all over the world non stop ever since you’ve come into the industry." he sighs, giving her a concerned look "You didn’t even stop working during the pandemic while everybody was giving themselves a break because of the lockdown. And for god's sake speak to your team about making your tour a little less congested, it's clearly making your health or your personal life worse. ”

"I couldn't help doing that. Try having to be alone in your home for months without being able to step out because the entire world is shut. It's not at all lonely Mendes." she responds sarcastically.

"You need to lighten the weight in your head, what's going on in there?" he asks as they both sit on the couch and look at the view in front of them.

"You worry too much Shawn, I'm alright" she shakes her head, giving a weak chuckle.

"Don't give me that bullshit, you're very easy to read." he gives her a pointed glare "Not to mention, all you've done ever since you came back is sleep and you still look like a train wreck."

"I'm just tired." she sighs "Both physically and mentally. The tour drained all my energy out and things with Charles really hit the rock bottom. I don't know why, but it hurts so much. Which feels so ridiculous because even though we were dating, it wasn't for too long and it didn't make much progress either because we weren't able to spend much time with each other."

"Your mom wasn't wrong you know, you do get really attached to people very soon." he tells her and she leans her head backwards on the wall, feeling exasperated.

Advika would've felt so much better right now if her parents were around. Her appa (father) wouldn't have been happy about her being in a relationship, because he was rather narrow minded, but nevertheless would've helped her reduce her overthinking whereas her amma (mother) wouldn't have minded the relationship and would've given her some relationship advice too. She cursed fate for messing life up like that, all she had was her parents and the accident took them away six years ago.

Her parents had always been supportive about her passion for music, but convincing her amma to agree for signing to Island Records definitely wasn't easy because she stated that her daughter was too naive and trusted people easily, which could cause a lot of trouble in the entertainment industry. after a lot of convincing from the head of Island Records, promising that they'd make sure they would take care of a fifteen year old Advika, her singing career took off.

Naysha, Ria and Shawn's families did treat her like their own, but nothing replaces the void that the loss of parents leaves in a person.

"Please don't tell me you both never had a heart to heart conversation atleast once." he tells her, looking bewildered.

"Of course we did. We've spoken about how exhausting travelling for our career gets but then it doesn't matter because we're lucky enough to get to do what we're doing. We've also spoken about losing important people and the healing process, he's lost people who were very close to him and I've lost my parents. Yeah, there have been heavy conversations. What I meant was that long distance relationships progress really slow and the both of us wanted more than that." Advika explained, taking a sip of the warm beverage in her hand.

"Do you think wanting to keep the relationship on the private side was a bad idea?" Advika pondered.

"Not at all." he nodded his head "Especially with the way people were taking pictures and videos of the both of you when spend the summer break together this year, it's okay that you wanted to keep it away from the public eye until it became a very stable relationship."

The media and fans adored Charles and Advika. The pair first met at Paris to work on a photoshoot for Giorgio Armani, since both of them were the brand ambassadors and a connection sparked instantly. Advika being a huge Formula 1 fan and Charles being quite fluent in music helped them bonded over both the topics and time flew very quickly in those two days, his charm and her compassion blending together effortlessly.

They had also done a few interviews together and attended fashion weeks hosted by the brand, which brought in a lot of public attention towards them. Everybody could see the spark between them.

Advika shook the thoughts away from her head. There was no point reminiscing about the past anymore, she reminded herself. What was the point of a flickering spark when they couldn't even be around each other?

Shawn was probably right, she really needed to take a break.

August 2022.

"So, what do you think of Monaco?" Charles asked Advika, who had her back leaning against the railing of his Yacht.

"It's such a beautiful place." she tells, a happy glint in her eyes "I'll be honest, I normally don't like places which are sunny but I've actually fallen in love with the places here. And I think the beaches here are definitely making me want to stay here."

"I don't think I've been more grateful for paparazzi not being allowed without a permit here, the people aren't making you uncomfortable no?" he asks, referring to how people around them were constantly taking pictures of them.

"That's alright, it's nothing new. Something that we get to experience all the time we're at a public place." she nods her head in understanding" Plus, Formula 1 is a very loved sport at Monaco, so it's understandable that you get a lot of attention here. They love you."

Always so emphatic and sweet, he thought as her words brought a smile on Charles face.

"You look really pretty today." he tells her, admiring how her dusky skin shined under the Monacan sun.

"Says you." she retorts and he gives her a playful look.

"I know you're modest but you can admit that you look good, it's totally alright." he tells her and she rolls her eyes at him.

"Was your plan to make me blush the entire time because it's actually going really great." she tells him, her cheeks getting redder.

"Your cheeks are more red than my sun burn so yes, I think my plan is going really well." he continued teasing her.

"You really need to apply your sunscreen, love." she tried, knowing that he won't listen because she'd been trying to convince him into applying it.

"It's not a big deal Vika, I'll be fine." he shrugs it off lightly and she glares at him in response.

"Alright, I'll do it but only if you ask me to do it in French." he completes with a small smirk.

"Maybe you could teach me how to."

"Pouvez-vous appliquer un peu de crème solaire, mon amour." he tells it slowly with gaps so that she could slowly repeat it after him. (Can you apply some sunscreen, love)

"Je vais le faire, chérie" he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on her forehead, noticing the usual red tint that formed on her cheeks whenever he called her "chérie". (I'll do it, darling.)

"You really know how to charm me with your cheesiness Leclerc." she tells, looking up at him.

"You can't blame me for doing that, I've missed you." he chided light heartedly.

"I missed you too, I wish my team kept a longer break in the middle." she sighed, a small frown making it's way onto her face.

"It's alright, you can do it for the next one." he said, rubbing small circles on her waist to calm her down. He noticed during their video calls that tour stressed her out and drained a lot of energy, although she'd never admit it because she loved meeting her fans and singing for them.

When they started dating, she'd been touring for two months and half a year into their relationship now, she'd been done with only three-fourths of it which Charles found really ridiculous because she had to travel every three days and then sink into lots of practice and with breaks of a week's duration coming up once in three months. He had no idea how she managed all the stress that came with a schedule like that, the last thing he wanted was for her to feel more stressed about the fact that they barely got to meet because of their very active work schedules.

"Shall we have food now, des gamins?" Pascale approached them, smiling and they nodded their heads in agreement. (kids)

"I'll help your mum with arranging everything." she told him, slightly tip toeing to place a peck on his cheek "You still haven't applied your sunscreen."

December 2023.

Charles had been a wreck of mixed emotions and he honestly had no clue about how to sort it out.

He missed Advika. He missed everything about her, even those video calls which he thought he hated. He missed the gleam in her eyes, the way her curls were a tangled mess every morning, the blush that appeared on her cheeks every time he said something cheesy and would call her "chérie", he missed the sound of her laugh which ringed even at the smallest jokes and her voice, god that was the one thing that had him holding on despite the long distance. Her voice and the smile that she always had on, no matter how shitty things were for her.

He got tired of the fact that they couldn't be around each other and instead of figuring out a way to be around each other more or at least wait until her tour ended, he just cut it off.

That was a decision worse than the ones his team made last year.

"Tu vas bien, mon fils?" the sound of his mother's voice breaks his chain of thoughts, bringing him back to the moment. (Are you alright, son?)

"Yeah I'm just thinking, nothing much really." he nodded his head at her.

"Sure, the look on your face is definitely saying it's much." she replies sarcastically "Do you want to talk about it."

"I was just thinking about everything that happened with Advika." he sighed and a look of concern appeared on her face.

"Well, do you feel guilty about breaking up with her on a day which was very important to you?"

Damn, what was it with mothers and being so blunt.

"No maman" he whined at her "I feel guilty for letting her go so soon, elle me manque déjà tellement." (I miss her so much.)

"Then talk to her about it. From what I've noticed about her, she's been the most understanding out of all the girlfriends you've had so far. I'm sure she'll at least listen about what you feel."

"She definitely will Maman" he agreed with her "But if we do decide to get together again it won't work out, especially with the way our schedules are set up."

"I think that's ridiculous. When two people really want to be with each other, no matter what comes in between they'll give their best to make sure they stay together despite all of it."

Charles could only accept those words in silence as a response, flying into deep thoughts again.

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ktelova · 2 years ago

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Things We Won't Do

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Harrington!Reader

Warnings: Death, grief and it's overall pretty sad.

Summary: She never thought it would end like this. She didn't think there would ever be a last and she didn't expect to be crying over all the things she'll never get to do with you. She didn't think there would be an after you.

Word Count: 1,584

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while! This is my first stranger things fic! It's pretty sad, but I hope you enjoy!

I do NOT give anyone permission to repost or translate any of my works on any platform.

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Robin wasn’t trying to avoid Steve, really. She was just trying to avoid any reminder of you, which unfortunately for Steve, being your brother kind of put him on that list. It had been a few weeks since your funeral and Robin felt that she buried a piece of her too.

Robin and Steve didn’t say much to each other at the funeral. You were dead, they both lost the most important person in their lives, what more was there to say? Talking about it wasn’t going to bring you back, they couldn’t love you back to life. It didn’t matter what they said, it wasn’t going to change the facts, you were gone and you were never coming back.

She had thought about going to visit you, she really wanted to but she felt like that would really make it real. If she never went to your grave, she could pretend you were just out of town, that you’d be home soon. Although she knew that wasn’t true, especially when she came across your things scattered throughout the apartment you two once shared.

It made her quite sad when she realized she hadn’t really cried at your funeral. She was numb that day and it didn’t hit her that she would never see you again until right now. This very moment as she looked at your hoodie hanging over the chair in the living room. She ran her hand across the soft fabric as her vision began to go blurry. She imagined you wearing it as she sat on your lap and you brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling brightly at her. It hit her all at once that she would never do any of that with you again. She would never see you smile or hear you laugh again.

A sudden knock at the door shook Robin from her thoughts as she quickly dried her tears and put on a fake smile, ready to greet whoever was on the other side. She was shocked to see Nancy standing in her doorway.

She must have noticed her spacing out too, because she didn’t even ask if it was okay to come in. This snapped Robin out of her thoughts immediately as she noticed Nancy walk right into her apartment.

“Hey! Sorry,” she moved aside, “I’m just in my head, I guess.” She looked at the ground and frowned. She was tired of pretending.

“Yeah,” Nancy frowned as she went to sit down on the sofa. Her eyes landed on your hoodie that was laid over the chair and she felt a pit in her stomach as she thought about you. She realized then that there were still a lot of your things scattered around. She assumed some of them were still how you left them before you died, but others looked like Robin had been going through your things.

Nancy asked her how she was and although that felt like a stupid question, she wanted her friend to know she cared. Robin appreciated it nonetheless and they talked for a while, but it wasn’t the same, not without you.

You were so full of light and you brought that light everywhere you went when you were alive. Every room in that apartment felt empty without you, it wasn’t home anymore. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, the two of you were supposed to have forever. There were so many things that you never got to do, that you never will do. She can’t bring you back and if she can’t find a way to live with that, she would miss out on so much of her life too.

Before you died, you told Robin she had to live. You told her you wanted her to just live, live the life you couldn’t and live a fulfilling life for the both of you. That was something you wish you hadn’t said, that was a burden you wish you didn’t place upon her. If she couldn’t move on, you would understand, you wouldn’t blame her and you would not be disappointed in her. You were dead though, you couldn’t take those words back.

Robin remembered that, but she also remembered that you loved her. She knew that you wanted the best for her, that you just wanted her to be okay. She thought the world of you and that would never change.

Nancy noticed Robin’s eyes start to fill with tears and followed her line of sight to your sweater. She wanted to distract Robin, but knew no matter how hard she tried, the conversation would somehow make its way back to you, it always did.

Nancy decided to talk about you, the good memories and all the laughs you guys shared. They talked about the times you smiled so bright, it could light up the entirety of Hawkins after dark. About how they both missed you and how they wished you were still here. They remembered all the memories they got to experience with you and were grateful for the time they did get. It made them both feel better, talking about you and remembering you happily.

“Have you talked to Steve at all recently?” Nancy asked after a while. She knew Robin hadn’t and she knew Steve hadn’t talked to anyone either. She thought it would be good for them to talk to each other, they both lost the most important person in their life and were isolating themselves.

Robin shook her head and mumbled something incoherent, which to Nancy was very clearly a “no I haven’t.”

After about thirty minutes of convincing, Robin decided she would go check in on Steve. She could only guess he wasn’t doing great. You were his sister and if she was in pieces, she couldn’t imagine how his heart felt right now.

About twenty minutes later, Robin found herself standing in front of Steve’s door. A part of her felt bad for bothering him, especially after so long, but she concluded that both him and herself had isolated for far too long. They avoided you and any reminders of your existence, but they couldn’t live in denial anymore.

Robin knocked on the door and shortly after, a very dishevelled Steve appeared at the door. He was glad to see her, really, but he missed you more than he could handle. He half smiled and gestured for Robin to come inside.

They talked for a couple of hours, about what they’ve been doing since the funeral, how they’ve been coping and how much they missed you. Robin apologized for not reaching out sooner, Steve understood and apologized as well. They talked about how they missed each other and for the first time since you died, something felt normal. Something felt like the way it used to be, something familiar.

Steve asked if Robin had been to visit you and she told him that she couldn’t, she had been avoiding it since the funeral. He admitted that he wasn’t able to go either and suggested they go together.

Robin would have been shocked, but if her heart felt empty, broken and just overall shattered, she could only imagine what it felt like for him. He had known you his whole life after all. She agreed that they go see you together and they did.

Steve walked cautiously towards the headstone, hands in his pocket and his voice was low as he spoke, “So I guess this is her home now, huh?”

Robin just nodded, too in shock, staring at your name engraved in the granite. She bent down and placed her hand upon the top of it as she let a couple tears slip from her eyes.

“There’s just so much we didn’t get to do and now those chances are gone… forever,” her voice cracked and she started to sob. She brought her hand up to her face to quiet herself as Steve came over and hugged her.

“I would have married her, I should have asked her. Why didn’t I ask her?” Robin sobbed into Steve’s shoulder. He held her tight and tried to calm her, but even he was crying now. He would never get to see his sister get married and she would never see him do the same. There were so many things he would miss about you.

After a few minutes, they stood up as Robin took a deep breath and wiped her tears. She gave Steve a small smile to which he returned as he wiped his own tears.

They gave each other space to talk to you alone and each of them promised you they would take care of the other. They knew they would miss you for as long as they would live, but they weren’t alone if they had each other.

Steve loved you and he would always miss his sister, but he knew you were in a better place now, that you would always look after him from wherever you are. You were his world, he won’t ever be the same again, but he could promise to do his best every day, for you. Everything he did now, would be for you, in memory of you.

Robin decided that the joy of loving you was worth the pain of losing you, at least she got to experience what she did with you. She wouldn’t trade her time with you for the world because in the end, no love - no matter how brief - is ever wasted.

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dazedbypark · 3 years ago

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you're warm | kth

Pairing : Kim Taehyung × Reader

Genre : Established Relationship! au, Comfort! au, Fluff, A hint of angst

Summary : You haven't watched a movie with your boyfriend in a long time. Or maybe more accurate would be the sentence - you haven't cuddled with him in a long time.

Warnings : None, except for the fact that it's written by me.

Word Count : 1.5k (does this count as a drabble? but whatever asjkshshej)

Author's Note : This drabble is uhh...quite random, I'd say. But then again, which work of mine isn't? The idea struck me while I was attending my classes and I was like why not? After I finished writing it, I really was in a Taehyung mood🤧

Anyways, please enjoy this drabble! It will mean a lot to me if you do so. And please leave feedback if possible (doesn't matter if it's good or bad). It motivates me a lot🌻

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You peep in at Taehyung's room through the half-open door.

There is no sunlight in there. The weather is cloudy today. Yet, he has somehow managed to keep the room warm. On walls painted white and brown, hang vintage paintings high and proud. The room is messy as always, Taehyung never bothering to clean it. Clothes are piled high on a chair, just a centimetre away from making a mess on the floor. The bed is still not cleared; blankets and pillows scattered on it.

He is sitting in his chair, squinting at the screen of the desktop through his glasses. His elbow rests on the table, his fingers grazing his soft lips and the tip of his nose. His brows are furrowed in concentration, giving him that intimidating look only he possesses (and it's scary, mind you).

You slowly push the the door, making space for you to squeeze into the room, silently praying that the door doesn't squeak. And it doesn't, luckily. You raise your head to look at him once again. He's still busy, head buried deep into his work.

You quietly tip-toe towards the back of his chair. And then, suppressing a laugh, you block his view by covering his eyes with your hands. You feel his eyelashes flutter under your touch and him jump in his chair, before he relaxes completely.

"Wh---Y/n, you gave me the fright of my life," he says, his deep voice filling in your ears.

You step away from Taehyung and turn to lean on the wall, facing him. He, too, tears his gaze away from the screen and directs it towards you.

"I intended that." You poke your tongue out at him.

He only laughs at that, the sound of it music to your ears. You have always loved his laugh; the sound of it, the way his face brightens up with a glow whenever he does so. Your heart melts, not for the first time since you first heard it.

"So, what are you here for?" he questions, raising his eyebrows at you. Does he know you love how his brows raise? He definitely knows. You roll your eyes at him.

"Does your girlfriend need a reason everytime she visits you?" you reply, crossing your hands on your chest.

"She usually doesn't visit without any reason, stating it right away when she enters, never wasting a moment. And when she does enter my house without saying a word, all she needs is cuddles. There always is a reason," he answers.

"She---" you try to come up with a clever and witty response, but fail to do so.

He smiles at you then, resting his chin on his hands and tilting his head. "As I said, my girlfriend never visits me without any reason."

You only puff your cheeks at that, annoyed because you can't find even a decent defence for yourself. He's good at this kind of stuff, for some reason.

"Let's just end that conversation right there. I'll just answer your question." You hesitate for a moment before continuing, "I want to watch a movie, alright? I just realized we haven't done so in a long time. And we'll watch romance, of course."

"Okay then, Y/n. Let me just finish writing this e-mail first," he says, motioning towards his desktop.

"What do I do till then?"

"Do whatever you want. Not like I have chained you up, honey." He turns his face away from you, shielding it from your view.

You only throw a dirty look at the back of his head and proceed to walk towards his balcony situated beyond the wide and tall windows of his room. Pushing the curtains aside and sliding the windows, you walk into it.

You love your balcony, you really do. But his holds a view undeniably better (maybe because it's his balcony). He sure does have good luck.

The city isn't as buzzing with crowds at this hour of the day. It's relatively calmer, making noise with only the silence for people to hear.

The cold, humid wind blows in, grazing your skin. It calms you down. You feel all your clenched muscles relax, giving in to the simple comfort of the wind blowing. You close your eyes and lean on the railings, placing both your hands on it.

In reality, you care nothing about the movie. It just hasn't been that great a day. Not bad, but it hasn't been the best one either. And your thoughts that constantly trailed towards negativity didn't help much either. Tired of them, you had found yourself walking aimlessly within the city, just simply looking at all that it held in it; at the buildings and the trees, at the changing seasons, at the sky and at the people. Feeling yourself unwind a little after that, you unsurprisingly found out that your feet had led you to the complex Taehyung lived in. You had smiled a little then.

Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around your waist and a body slowly pressing against your back.

You only sigh, smiling. A warm feeling swirls in your chest. It is love and so much more that you feel for him. You spin around in his hands, turning to face him.

You find him smiling at you, eyes searching yours.

"You really love my balcony, now, don't you?" He tightens his grip on you a little.

"And so what? What if I do?" You cock your eyebrows at him, swiping your tongue against the inside of your cheek.

He pulls you close, and your face finds itself pressed into his chest. Your cheeks flame a little, but it feels nice. Comforting. Like home. You feel warm inside out whenever he holds you like this.

You breathe him in. Even his smell is so warm.

"Your breath is making me ticklish, Y/n. Don't do that," he laughs, and you feel his chest vibrating with laughter against your face.

"I..." you trail off, not knowing what to say. You only press your face into his chest further and wrap your arms around his back, holding him close.

"You're really in a cuddly mood today, huh? What about the movie?" he asks, and you hear the smile in his voice as he does so. He must be looking at you with those eyes. Eyes that your friend had once claimed that he only has reserved for his loved ones. As much as you want to look at his eyes and him, you don't want to distance yourself from him even a bit. Why in the world couldn't you do both of them together?

"I still want to. Just give me a second, please." And he does.

You try to savour his warmth, his body so close to yours, his hands on your back, his comforting presence. You don't know how much time you hold on to him like that. He doesn't move either.

When you finally look up, you find him looking at you with eyes so fond, that you immediately melt under his gaze.

"Shall we go now, Tae?"

"Okay. Let's go, Y/n." His eyes flit all over your face before he finally lets go of you, and you miss the contact quite quickly.

As you walk, his hand finds yours and his fingers intertwine with yours absent-mindedly. You smile quietly at the gesture.

As soon as you reach his living room, you curl up on the couch with the blankets and the pillows you brought on your way here.

Taehyung proceeds to turn on the television and scrolls through the seemingly endless collection of movies.

"Which one this time?" he asks, turning to look at you, only to find that you are already curled up on his couch. You really are in a cuddly mood today. He smiles, knowing that you are going to sleep halfway through the movie. He isn't complaining, though.

"Any movie is fine," you mumble in reply to his question, your voice a little muffled due to the layer of blankets you have wrapped yourself in.

He only shakes his head at you, smiling, and continues his search. At last, he decides on one and then walks towards your form on the couch.

After contemplating for a moment, he sits on the opposite end of the couch, as far away from you as possible.

Realising this, you scoot over to his side of the couch. He smiles like an idiot. You hardly seem to care about his win at this point. You curl into him, putting your arms around him and resting your head against his chest, his heart beating steadily under you. He too, secures his arms around your body, holding you close to him and rests his chin on your head. You smile at that.

"You're warm," you're mumbling, half-asleep, when barely 10 mins of the movie have been completed.

Your words warm him up as well.

To his surprise, it doesn't even take half of the movie for you to fall asleep. You must have really been tired today, he thinks as you snore lightly in your peaceful slumber.

He kisses your forehead and holds you tighter.

He loves you, he realizes not for the first time.

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serendipitous-magic · 3 years ago

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What is your writing advice for young people who want to write fanfiction and original stories in the near future?

If this is just Way Too Much, skip to the end (#16). My most important piece of advice is there. I also happen to think #5 is pretty good.

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1) Literally just write. Write whatever you want, and do a lot of it.

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2) You don’t have to post everything. In fact you don’t have to post anything. You can, don’t get me wrong, but it can be intimidating to sit down and think “I will now write something that other people will see and read and judge with their eyeballs.” Because that’s probably gonna lead to nerves and writer's block. Just write down the ideas that you have, the things you want to write, whatever’s in your brain that you want to explore and expand upon and make into something. And then if you want to, share it. Or don’t share it. I have plenty of half-baked ideas and documents and random story chapters and shit hidden away on my Google Drive that will never see the light of day, for a whole number of reasons. I wanted to write it but it wasn’t ~Spicy~ enough to warrant posting, or it’s only like an eighth of a good idea, or it’s like one scene with no story around it, or it’s just something incredibly self-indulgent I just wanted to write for my own enjoyment.

Point being, don’t write for other people. Don’t write so that other people can read it; write what you want, write for yourself, and then if you want to share it, do.

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3) You can pretty much ignore any and all of these for fanfiction. In fact, you can ignore pretty much any rules or guidelines you want for fanfiction. Fanfic is a sandbox. You don’t have to be a “professional writer” to post fic. No one expects you to be Stephen King or Margaret Atwood. Fanfic is just for playing in a fandom and having fun. If you wanna write a 50 chapter slow burn with very little plot aside from the OTP slowly getting to know each other, and no real stakes or central conflict, I guarantee people would read that. Really, fanfiction is the Old West of writing: lawless, wild, unpredictable, and free.

However, here are the rules you must follow:

-Separate your paragraphs. (I’m sure you know this already, but I’m gonna say it anyway just in case.) Do not post one big block of text. Make a paragraph break when someone new is talking, when the characters are in a new place, when a new event occurs that changes the scene, when a chunk of time has passed, and when there’s a major change in subject.

-I know it’s obvious, but... grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. They exist to make writing easy for readers to read, and more people will read your stuff if they don’t have to stop and try to figure out what you meant.

-Use tags and labels, as is possible with whatever site you’re using. Especially if you include possibly triggering content in your story. Again, I know it’s obvious, but it’s common courtesy. Bonus: tagging the themes and content of your story helps readers find it and read it :)

-If possible, limit the use of all-caps and exclamation marks / question marks. 99% of the time, one ! or one ? will do. If you overload the page with a lot of all-caps and long rows of exclamation marks or question marks, it hampers readability.

... That’s literally all I can think of. And, like I said, it’s all pretty basic stuff. You were probably rolling your eyes like, “Uh, yeah, Gwen, I know.” But that’s literally it. You can pretty much do whatever you want in fanfic.

That being said, here’s my advice for both fanfiction and original work...

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4) A quick and dirty rule for coming up with a plot, starting a story, keeping up pacing, or maintaining tension: figure out what dreams, desires, and goals are nearest and dearest to your main character’s heart (see #16). Then set up the main conflict to be directly in opposition to that goal. It doesn’t have to be in a tangible way, though it could be. But, if your main character wants more than anything to reach the ships on the southern coast of your world and sail to a new life, make sure the main conflict immediately prevents them from doing that - in fact, make sure to send them north. If your main character just wants to keep their loved ones safe, kidnap the loved ones. If your main character just wants to date their best-friend-turned-crush, make sure they think they have no chance - or, make them cocky about it, and make sure it makes Person B determined not to ever like them. You get it. Figure out what your character most wants, and then keep them from having that. Boom - your conflict now ties in with your character's motivation. It's like instant yeast for plots.

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5) If you’re anything like me, you want your first draft to be Good, despite all that advice about how the first draft doesn’t have to be good and it’s just to get words on the page, yadda yadda. And if you’re somewhat of a perfectionist (like myself), it’s easy to get stuck looking at a blank page because you don’t have The Perfect Words, and you want what you write to be Good the first time.

Here’s how I cheat that:

Instead of trying to write a Good First Draft from a blank page, hit the enter key a few times, skip a little down on the page, change your ink to red (or blue, or whatever - just something immediately identifiable as Not Black) and just thought vomit. Write whatever the hell you’re thinking, exactly as you think it. Don’t worry about it being readable, don’t worry about narrative flow for now, don’t worry about covering all the details, don’t worry about anything except either a) getting all the details of your idea out onto the page, whether that’s a lot or whether it’s just a sentence or two, or b) if you don’t have an idea yet, finding your way there.

Because this method is also very good for finding your way to ideas when you’re stuck in writer’s block.

Because of how human brains work, getting this stuff out onto the page - in all its messy, stream-of-consciousness glory - will likely spark more thoughts. As you write your original idea about the scene, it’ll likely spark more ideas. Creation begets creation. If you just start thought-vomiting your ideas onto the page, chances are you’ll think of more things as you go, and you’ll start filling out description or dialogue or tone or action or whatever, and pretty soon the scene starts writing itself.

Not sure where you’re going with the scene or which ideas you wanna use? Use a lot of ambivalent language in your “thought-vomit draft.” My pre-writing notes are chock-full of the words “maybe,” “perhaps,” and the phrases, “At some point...” and “...or something like that.” In this way, I don’t tie myself down to one idea; it’s just an idea, and I’m keeping it on the page in case I use it, but I might chuck it in the trash or change it or whatever.

And then, once your ideas for the scene (or story, or chapter, or whatever) are on the page, then go back to the top and start translating them into a “real” first draft. Use black ink, and start copy-pasting chunks of the thought-vomit up into the top part of the document and translating them into Draft 1. Separate out paragraphs where paragraph breaks should be. Add the correct punctuation and whatnot. Change “describe the lobby here - include potted plants, fancy carpet, blood stain, etc.” into an actual description of the lobby. Flesh it out, or condense, or whatever it needs. And if you’re still stuck, change back to red ink and ramble some more until you find a path that feels right, then plug that in. This keeps you from looking at a blank page, and it allows you to generate a kind of Draft 0.5, somewhere between a plan and a first draft.

You don’t have to use every idea. Like I said, jot down whatever comes to mind, put a “maybe” before or after it, and keep working. If the idea grabs you and you wanna keep expanding on it and exploring it, cool. If you just wanna jot it down so you don’t forget it and then move on, also cool. Red-ink draft / “thought-vomit draft” is your time to jump around in the timeline, add or finesse details at whatever point your brain moves to, etc. Don’t try to do it exactly in story order, because you will get tangential thoughts and ideas, and you will not remember to write them down five pages later when you finally get to taking notes on that scene. Trust me. On that note...

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6) Write everything down the moment you think of it. Seriously.

“I’ll remember it when I get around to writing that scene in a couple days / weeks / months (/years).”

You won’t.

Write it down.

Phone, journal, google docs - hell, my family regularly laughs at me for grabbing a napkin during dinner and scribbling thoughts down alongside pasta sauce stains.

And then, once you have it written down somewhere...

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7) Consolidate your writing ideas in one place.

Maybe this isn’t really your style, and that’s totally chill.

Buuuut, if you’re Type-A like me - or if you tend to be somewhat unorganized and you know you’ll lose track of your writing notes if they’re scattered across multiple notebooks, journals, napkins, phone notes, etc. - having one consolidated document of notes is a life saver. I keep mine on Google Docs so I can access it, add to it, and look through it for inspiration anywhere at any time. When I have one of those Shower Thoughts that I jot down on my phone or on a napkin during dinner, I set myself a reminder on my phone to type it up in my Story Ideas document later.

(Or, if the idea I had was for a story of mine that I’ve already started planning / drafting / whatever, I put it in the document for that story instead of the Big Random Story Ideas doc. You get it.)

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8) Have other ways to collect and save writing ideas, besides just writing stuff down. If you like Pinterest, make pinterest boards of your characters or stories or settings or whatever. If you’re big into playlists, make a playlist for your character / setting / story / etc. Or both. Or something else. I’m not good at drawing, but maybe you are, and maybe you like to draw your ideas. Whatever form it takes, having another way to save ideas and think about your stories is invaluable.

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9) Some writers can just start writing with no idea where the story is going, and they just kind of figure it out as they go. I envy those writers. And I do that sometimes for fanfiction, where the stakes are somewhat lower and the audience is reading more for scene-to-scene enjoyment (and to see their OTP kiss) than for a Driving And Compelling Narrative.

But here’s the thing: especially if you’re just kind of starting out, writing without some sort of plan is really, really hard, and will likely lead you into a slow, meandering narrative that will likely frustrate you.

Even if you think you’re someone that just can’t write with a plan (and again, I have the highest respect for pansters out there - I don’t know how you do it, you crazy bastards, but you keep doing you) - even if you think “I can’t work with plans, they’re too prescriptive, I just want to write and see what happens -”

Try at least making the most skeletal of plans.

Even if you have no clue what 90% of the story is, yet. That’s fine. But you need to have some idea of what you’re building to, even if that’s nothing more specific than a feeling, or a turning point for your character. Even if your entire plan for everything beyond Chapter 1 is, “At some point, Charlie needs to realize that Ed was lying to her.”

This is where those Draft 0.5 notes come in handy. Because, more than likely, working on your current scene that way will spark ideas for later scenes, which you can put down at the bottom of the document and save for when they become relevant. In my experience, the line between planning ahead and making a Draft 0.5 is exceptionally thin. One can quickly turn into the other.

If you’re really, really resistant to the idea of planning ahead, that’s okay. It’s not everybody’s style. But for the love of all that is holy, write down your ideas for future scenes, even if you’re a person that doesn’t like to plan and writes only in story order, because you will not remember that idea once you get to that scene.

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10) You don’t have to write in order.

Here’s the thing: I’m a person that can only do my Draft 1 in story order (meaning, chronological order). I just have to be in that flow; I need to write in story order for me to best channel where the character is at from scene to scene, both narratively and emotionally.

But my Thought Vomit Draft is another thing entirely. By using the brain hack of putting my notes in red (or another color, it doesn’t matter) and going down to the bottom of the document / page and taking notes there, and then integrating them into whatever plan I have, and then translating them into Draft 1 once I get there in the story - by doing that, I can get my good ideas onto the page (and expound upon them and let my muse carry me and ride that momentum while I’m in the moment of inspiration) without writing out of order.

Maybe that’s just me. But if you’re a person who really prefers to write in story order, that could be hugely helpful to you. It is to me.

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11) Emotion and motivation will do more for your story than technicalities of plot.

If your characters really care about something, and their journey through the (shaky or weak) plot is emotionally engaging, it will be a much more compelling story than a story with a “perfect” plot and unrelatable or unmotivated characters.

If your characters care about what they’re doing, and it means something to them, and their goals and actions are driven by dreams or fears or emotions that are integral to who they are, your audience will care too. If you have a perfectly crafted plot that hits all the right beats and has high stakes and fast pacing and drama - but your characters don’t connect with what’s happening in a way that’s deeply meaningful or emotional for them? You’re gonna have a hard time engaging readers.

When in doubt, prioritize character emotion and motivation over plot. Emotion is what drives story.

This power is highly exploitable. (Just look at pulp novels and shitty but entertaining movies.) You can even use it to glaze over plot holes or reinvigorate a limp narrative. Use it that way sparingly, though. It’s a band-aid, not a surgery.

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12) Evil villains are hard to write - mostly because there are very few truly evil people in the world. (There are a few. Billionaires and several big name politicians come to mind.) But by and large, there aren’t that many evil people. There are plenty of bad people, but bad people have some good in them, somewhere in there. Trying to write an evil villain is hard, because they often turn very cartoony.

Here’s a tip: it’s much easier to write antagonists who aren’t evil. Even if they’re bad people. Of course, there’s no reason you can’t write a villain that’s just truly evil - a serial killer, or an abuser, or a billionaire, or someone who legit just wants to hurt people or blow up the earth or stay in control of an oppressed population, or whatever. But chances are, it’s gonna be really hard to make them feel real, and even harder to create a plot around them that doesn’t feel forced or contrived.

Instead, try writing an antagonist / villain whose motivations and goals directly clash with your protagonist’s - but not because they want to take over the world or see people suffer. Write an antagonist who’s chaotic good, but whose perception of the situation is completely opposite from your hero’s. Write an antagonist whose only desire is to save people, and who will do anything to achieve that goal - anything. Write an antagonist who believes in the letter of the law, and will hinder and oppose the hero’s methods even if they agree with the hero’s motivation. Write an antagonist who got in way over their head and did some things they regret, and now they don’t know how to get out, and they’re doing their best but whatever they set in motion is too powerful for them to stop now.

Write villains who are human. Write a killer who thought they were doing the right thing by taking their victim out of the equation, who vomits at the sight of the body and sobs over the grave they dig. Write a government leader who truly believes she’s doing what’s best for her people in the long-term, even if it might hurt them in the short term, and is willing to endure the hatred and belligerence of the masses if it means securing what she thinks is a better future for her people. Write a teenage bully that thinks they’re the one being picked on by the world, and they’re just fighting back, standing their ground. Write a scientist who will break any code of ethics and hurt anyone he needs to - in order to bring back his baby sister from the grave, because he promised her he’d protect her and he failed. Write an antagonist who is selfish and self-centered and capricious - because in order to survive they had to look out for Number One, and that habit ain’t about to break anytime soon.

Write villains who aren’t even villains. Write antagonists who oppose the hero because of moral differences. Write antagonists who are trying to do the right thing. Write antagonists who treat the heroes with kindness and dignity and respect and gentleness.

They don’t have to be good. They don’t have to be Misunderstood Sweethearts who “deserve” a redemption arc. They can be cruel and nasty and dismissive and callous and violent and etc. etc.

Just hesitate before you make them Evil-with-a-capital-E. Because evil is hard to write, and honestly, boring to read. Flawed human beings with goals and motivations that directly oppose the main characters’ are much easier to write and much more interesting to read.

Ask why. Why is your villain trying to take over the world? What does that even mean? Are they trying to create a Star-Trek-like post-capitalism utopia, but they know that won’t happen in a million lifetimes, so they’re trying to do it by force? Are they actually super in favor of human rights, but they got very impatient waiting for the world to do anything about poverty and war, so they decided to take it into their own hands? Are they determined to fix the world - no matter the cost? Are they terrified and overwhelmed, but committed to see it through to the end? Or - maybe they’re just doing it on a dare. Maybe they don’t really give a shit about world domination, they were just a mediocre rich white guy who decided to fuck around and find out, and now he’s kind of curious how far he can take this thing. And now he’s kind of an internationally-wanted criminal, so he’s kind of stuck living on his hidden private island in his multi-billion dollar secret base, strapping lasers to sharks’ heads for the hell of it. Gross, selfish, uncaring, and dangerous? For sure. Evil? Depends on your definition. See, now we’re getting somewhere.

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13) It’s tempting to let the plot control the characters. It’s easy to drop your characters into a situation and see how they react. But here’s the thing: that doesn’t drive plot. In fact, it bogs down pacing. Instead, try to build you plot off of your characters’ actions and decisions. Let your character build their own situation. Not to say it should go they way they wanted it to go; in fact, usually, their grand plans should go to hell very quickly. But having the characters take action and make decisions, and letting the plot develop based on that, is much easier to make compelling than making a rigid series of events and then trying to herd your characters into them.

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14) Having trouble justifying a character’s actions? Consider having them make the opposite decision, or having them approach the situation in a different way. For example: you need your character to go meet the bad guy, for plot reasons, even though there’s no way it’s not a trap. If the character goes, readers are gonna be groaning with their head in their hands, because c’mon man, that was really fucking stupid. But he’s gotta go, because the plot needs that. Two ways you might handle this: a) He knows it’s probably a trap. He decides not to go. The plot conspires to get him near the villain anyway. Or, b) He knows it’s a trap. But he needs to go, for (insert reasons here). So, he approaches it in an unexpected way. He brings backup, recruiting a side character we met earlier in the story. Or he arrives on the back of a dragon, because ain’t nobody gonna fuck with a dude on a dragon. Or he goes - early, and ambushes the villain. It may work, it may not. He may get himself kidnapped anyway. But it moves the plot along without having Stupid Hero Syndrome.

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15) This is a legit piece of advice: if all of this sounds overwhelming, literally just ignore it and write what you want. For real. Writing should be fun, and every single writer operates differently. If you’re sitting here like “I’m getting stressed just reading this,” just flip me a good-natured bird and get on with your life. I promise I won’t take it personally. Same goes for literally any other writing advice you see. Lots of rules and guidelines can very quickly make anything thoroughly un-fun. Just write. If you’re passionate about it and you do it for long enough, you’ll start figuring out the tips and tricks on your own.

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16) Here’s the best piece of advice I can give you: know your characters. More importantly, know what’s important to them. Build their personality and decisions off of that, and build your plot off of their decisions.

I see a lot of character building sheets that ask a shit-ton of questions like “What’s their most prized possession?” “Do they like their family?” “What’s their favorite food?”

And while these are good questions, my problem with this type of character building is that if you start there, with the little stuff, you’re building on nothing. IMO, to make a truly strong character (not strong like Inner Strength, strong like effective), you need a strong foundation.

Here are the things you must know about your character:

a) What are their greatest fears / deepest insecurities? And I don’t mean “wasps” or “heights.” I mean the deep shit. I mean fears like “living a meaningless life,” or “turning out just like their parents,” or “that no one will ever love them,” or “being powerless.” You may say, “But they’re really scared of wasps! They fall into a wasp nest when they were little and got stung so much they almost died!” Great! That’s a fantastic bit of backstory. They should absolutely be afraid of wasps, and that should absolutely be an impediment later in the story. But dig deeper. What about that event actually scarred them? Was it the helplessness? Stumbling around, swatting at the air, not being able to do a single thing to stop what was happening to them? Was it that they were alone, and no matter how loud they screamed, no one was coming? Was it the bodily horror of feeling themself turn into an inhuman creature as they swelled up from the stings, unable to move their fingers or face normally anymore?

And don’t forget insecurities, because those factor in, too. Are they deeply insecure about their identity? Do they believe, deep down, that they’re ugly? Did they grow up poor and they’ve always been really touchy about that? Why? Dig deep. Figure out what really, really bothers them.

b) What are their hopes and dreams? What do they truly want out of life? What do they consider the most valuable to their experience here in this thing called life? Is it the freedom to forge their own path and be independent? Is it the approval of their family or peers? Is it a home? Is it knowledge, or understanding? Spiritual fulfillment? Is it deeply important to them that they contribute to their community, or protect those they love? What do they need in order to feel truly and deeply fulfilled in life?

Figure out those two things (each one encompasses several things, btw, you don’t have to stop at just one for each), and then use that to inform how they behave and the types of decisions they make within the story.

It also informs character behavior and personality.

Let’s say we have a character who’s afraid of helplessness. They’re probably gonna be the person that always wants to do something, try something, no matter how hopeless the situation seems. They’d despise just sitting and waiting, probably, because it makes them feel powerless. They might even be the person that makes rash decisions and acts impulsively and puts themself in danger unnecessarily, because in their mind it’s better than being at the mercy of fate. This is one way you could use a character’s personality to inform their decisions, which in turn helps to inform plot.

Or, let’s say we have a character whose greatest fear is being left behind or forgotten. We may have a chatterbox on our hands. They might be obnoxious. They might love the spotlight, constantly vying for attention no matter the situation, because deep down they’re so afraid that they’d be forgotten otherwise. Or, it may go the opposite way. They may be so afraid of people leaving them that they’re terrified of bothering people. They don’t want to do anything that could annoy people, anything that might give people a reason to leave them. They might be exceedingly polite, quiet, accommodating. A push-over, really.

These are two nearly opposite types of personalities, both stemming from the same core fear/insecurity. You can go a lot of different ways with it. But if you build on that strong foundation, you’ll have a strong character, and a stronger plot.

Likewise, the structure of your story can and should inform the design of these character traits. If you need your characters to team up near the end, it may be impactful if you give your main character a deep fear of commitment, an insecurity about being unwanted or left behind, and make them highly value independence and freedom. That could make their team-up for the final battle very meaningful. Conversely, you can use your character’s deepest fears and desires to help design the plot. Is your character deeply insecure about voicing their opinions or taking a stand, because of trauma they faced in the past? Make them face that. Build that into the climactic third act. Give them the big inspirational speech where they stand up and talk about what they believe to be important, what they think the group should do. And then design that character arc to run through the story, giving you more handholds and stepping stones, more pieces of foundation on which to design the plot.

In this way, character should inform story as much as story informs character. It’s a feedback loop.

Bonus: if you build your character and your plot off of each other in this way, it automatically starts to build in the foundations of that emotional investment I mentioned earlier. If your character’s decisions are based on what they most want and do not want in life, you basically have your character motivation and stakes pre-built.

Note: you need to know these things about your villain, too.

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I’m genuinely sorry about the length of this, lmao. But you did ask.

Best of luck!

Edit: I forgot an important one:

17) Start when the scene starts and end when the scene ends.

What do I mean by that?

If your notes say “Danny asks Nicole out after school and majorly flubs it,” start the scene when Danny approaches Nicole after school. Better yet, cold-open the scene on “I was wondering if, you know, you’d wanna. You know. Hang out some time?”

Don’t start that morning when Danny goes to school, unless you’re gonna cover the school day in like one or two sentences. Don’t spend whole paragraphs going through the school day, unless it’s to cover other plot points first (in which case apply these same guidelines there), or if the paragraphs are there for a specific reason, like to illustrate how stressed he is and how it seems like every little thing is going wrong. Even then, trim the fat as much as possible. Expounding and describing everything Moment-to-moment is for the meat of the scenes, not the leading-up-to and coming-away-from.

Here’s my rule of thumb: study how and when movies cut from scene to scene. Movies have exceptionally strict, limited time for storytelling; they’re excellent examples of starting a scene when the plot point starts and ending when it’s over. If you can’t picture a movie showing everything you showed, start the scene later and end it earlier.

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djadins · 3 years ago

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aurora glow | thrawn x f!reader — part two

warnings: if you squint there is fluff

rating: T

word count: 2.8k

Thrawn requested your company through the rest of the day in order to have you available for any questions he might have. You trailed behind him as he ordered his men around effortlessly. Some were scrounging in the woods around you, some were working on repairs. Others were guarding the perimeter that had been set up. The plan was to shut the backup power on the ship off at night when work had ceased and only to turn it on when work began again at daybreak.

You warned Thrawn that it got dangerously cold at night in the fall in this part of the country, especially now after the flare.

He did not seemed too concerned at this, as his men would return to their bunks at night unless they were on perimeter patrol. He mentioned that there was a place for you, too, to sleep on the ship and refused when you offered to sleep in the warehouse instead.

“Absolutely not. You may not be one of my men, but you are under my protection now and I will not have you sleeping out here alone.”

You wanted to mention that there in fact would be troops outside and that you may feel slightly more comfortable in semi-familiar territory (as you had been used to sleeping in whatever abandoned buildings or caves you could find) but you decided not to say anything. You had a feeling if you said what you were thinking, he would insist that you sleep in the ship anyways.

The sun was soon setting and your stomach groaned. You only had a breakfast of some foraged berries this morning and although you were used to eating light, it had been at least 12 hours since your last meal. Thrawn turned around to face you, chuckling slightly. The man he had been speaking to looked like you, but was not from Earth. He was in a greenish gray uniform, one of the men who had been working on repairs inside of the ship. “This is Ensign Eli Vanto, my translator and friend.” Thrawn gave Eli your name and he bowed slightly.

When Eli excused himself, you looked up curiously at Thrawn. “Translator?”

He hummed in response. “Yes, in the part of space I am from, we speak a language far removed from the common tongue. Although I was vaguely familiar with Galatic Basic, Eli was from a planet near to mine and we both could speak a different, common language. He then was assigned as my translator.”

You assumed Galatic Basic was like English, because you had been communicating with Thrawn this whole time without Eli.

“Once the ship is repaired and we are back on mission, I will do my best to tell you all about the galaxy. Eli will be able to fill in whatever I cannot.”

You murmured a thanks. “I would like to learn about your planet,” you said softly.

Thrawn seemed surprised at your statement. “I’d be happy to share it with you.”

You both walked in silence the rest of the way to where some men where preparing dinner. There were at least 10 fires going with large cauldron-like pots balanced on top of them. A thick, delicious smelling soup was inside, although you already knew that you would be unfamiliar with the ingredients. Thrawn had ordered all perishables to be used for dinner.

You were impressed by the efficiency of the men. They were clearly used to feeding a ship full of people, but still. Multiple tables had been moved outside of the ship to hold trays, plates, bowls, silverware as well as foods you did not recognize. What you assumed was fruits, vegetables and other side dishes.

Thrawn must have noticed how wide your eyes had become because he gently put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You hadn’t realized how cold the end of the day was becoming until you felt the heat radiating from him. “Don’t worry if there is something you try and do not like. It took me a while to become familiar with my food preferences.”

You realized based on his last comment and this one that his part of space must really be separate from the Empire that he talked about. You had seen other men in his crew that did not look human-like, and more of what you had imagined aliens might look like, but there was nobody else so far of those you had seen that had looked like him.

At one point, he had gone through the same thing you were going through now.

Thrawn led the way, being the Captain allowed him the first meal. You being an honored guest meant you got to follow behind him. He passed you a tray with an empty bowl, plate and silverware on it. “If I may make a suggestion?”

You nodded in response. He hummed approvingly. “I’ll pick out your food based on my own personal preferences. If you see something you take interest in that I’ve missed, please add it to your tray.”

You nodded again and Thrawn’s lips curled upward. You followed close to him as he loaded both of your trays up with the same exact meal. You saw something that looked like raspberries that you added to you plate. At the end of the lineup, one of the workers filled both of your bowls with the chowder.

You followed Thrawn to a log not far away and were surprised when he sat on the ground, his back against the log. You both ate in silence next to each other, apart from the inquiries he had about the food’s taste. You were surprised at how much you liked everything on your tray, trying a bit of it all.

You became full rather quickly and knew that you should stop eating. This was entirely way more food than you had been used to in years.

“Everything alright?” he asked between bites.

“Very good, thank you. I’m just not.. not used to eating this much. I don’t want to get sick.”

Eli joined the both of you in that moment. He slid down on the other side of you against the log.

You listened as the men talked while eating about the state of the ships repairs so far. It sounded optimistic to you, but you knew that in reality you had absolutely no idea what most of it meant.

One of the soldiers started a fire in front of the three of you after the sun went down. Another man took your, Thrawn’s and Eli’s tray.

You looked across the encampment at your fellow Earthlings. They had been given a small tray filled with food to share amongst themselves, eating with hands bound in front of them.

Thrawn grabbed your attention when he noticed you observing them. “Do you have any suggestions on what we should do with them?”

You shook your head no. The laws of men no longer existed. “What would happen if they did this in the Empire?” you asked.

“They would be.. executed.”

You shivered, even with the heat of the fire and Thrawn’s body heat at your side. Though you weren’t touching each other, it was radiating off of him in a blaze against you.

“What would happen to them if your planet wasn’t in ruin?” came a voice from the other side of you.

Thrawn tsked at Eli’s carelessness even though he himself had admitted to you that your planet was dying just after meeting you. Thrawn noticed when you tensed up.

“They would probably be jailed,” you thought aloud.

The three of you looked over at your fellow humans. “We do have a brig, though I do not want them on the ship,” Thrawn admitted.

“We will watch them, for now. Depending on their behavior, we will let them go when the time comes for us to leave.”

You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or Eli.

You watched the flames of the fire while Eli and Thrawn resumed talking about the plan for leaving. At one point you shivered and Thrawn immediately stretched his arm out behind you on the log. He was barely brushing against your back, but it was enough to warm you a little more.

Eventually Eli left to get some shut eye, leaving just you and Thrawn. You both sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying the night. If it weren’t for the bustling of his men around the various scattered fires or the patrols off in the distance, you might have fallen asleep out here next to him.

“Why don’t I show you to your room?”

You looked up at his eyes, shining and reflecting the fire. You nodded and he stood gracefully in one movement. He held his hand out towards you and easily picked you up on your feet when you gave him yours.

This time you walked just past what you remembered to be Thrawn’s office door. As the backup power was now off, he had to use one of those suction cup thingies to open your door. He waved you inside and you walked into the room in front of him.

The room was lovely and big. “Meant for any visiting dignitaries,” he explained, as if reading your mind. “I’m right next door if you need anything.”

Thrawn explained how to use the lantern and then left you to settle in. You unpacked what little you had in your bag — a few snacks (apples, nuts), a tattered, thin blanket, along with your rotating small pile of clothes. You had recently washed them all in a stream and folded them neatly to place into the dresser. You put your 9mm in between the stack.

Thrawn had noticed it earlier in the day and said that you wouldn’t need it while here, but if it made you feel safe, then you were welcome to keep it on your person.

You slipped out of your boots, putting the knife you carried inside under the fluffy pillow on the bed at the end of the room.

You pulled out your toothbrush and the plastic water bottle that you had filled yesterday and poured a little water on it. You swished the brush around your mouth for about two minutes and then put it on the sink top. You flicked your tongue over your teeth to make sure they felt smooth.

You refrained from looking at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom, instead opting to change into the clothing you usually slept in — a light pair of joggers and a baggy t-shirt.

You settled into the bed — it was surprisingly comfortable. Even with your blanket on top of you, however, the bedding provided little warmth. Now that you weren’t moving, you were starting to get very cold. You quickly slipped out of bed to put two pairs of socks on your bare feet.

It didn’t seem to help you much. Just as you couldn’t take it anymore and were about to put on every piece of clothing you owned, there was a soft knock at the door. Thrawn called out your name. “May I come in?”

You told him to come in and slipped out of bed to meet him at the door. Your teeth were nearly chattering but you closed your jaw tightly.

“I wanted to make sure you were getting settled.. are you alright?!?” Thrawn’s tone went from calmed to what you imagined was worried soon after he walked inside. You hadn’t seen this much emotion on his face since you had met this morning. He walked up to you and you resisted the urge to bury your face into the heat you knew his body would be giving off. “Your temperature has dropped drastically since I left.”

You couldn’t stop your teeth from chattering when you talked. “I.. its.. c.. c.. cold.. in h.. here.” An uncontrollable shiver ripped through your body.

Thrawn immediately enveloped you in his arms. Your tense body loosened in the warmth of his grip. He had changed out of his uniform and was wearing a tight black shirt and black pants similar to yours. You could see that his body was rather defined now that he wasn’t hidden under all that armor.

“This won’t do,” he said under his breath. You shivered again, but no longer because you were cold. You let out a small yelp when he picked you up bridal style. With one hand, he closed the door to your room and opened the door to his, the other supporting your weight.

After closing his door behind him, he carried you through his quarters. Past his desk in the door you had seen earlier, was a short hallway. Connected was a training room, bathroom and bedroom that you could see in your quick pass through.

He sat in his bed against the headboard, with you still in his arms. He positioned you in his lap and then brought his blankets up and around the both of you.

“Apologies, I did not realize. You warned me it would be cold for you tonight and I didn’t know the extent of it.”

You shook your head. “I mean it as a warning for everyone, but.. thank you.”

“I hope this doesn’t bother you, but it was my.. instinctual response.”

You didn’t want to admit how nice it felt to be touched by another person again after so long so instead you told him that it was okay with you.

He had one arm wrapped around you, supporting your back and reached onto his bedside table for a small looking tablet. When you peered at the screen, there was a bunch of letters arranged in words you did not recognize.

“I usually update my daily log at the end of the night. If it aggravates you, please let me know.”

You were surprised at the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. Not that he had been rude to you at all today, quite the opposite, but his attitude and demeanor were entirely different than they had been all day. Although you had seen a little bit more of his softer side when you had been alone with him, he had remained fairly impassive all day. He was commanding when talking to his men (well, except for Eli).

Now here he was, hoping not to disturb you after carrying you into his quarters. Keeping you warm, in his lap, in his bed. It was unexpected to say the least.

“I don’t mind,” you told him.

He began softly speaking in another language and as he did so, writing filled his tablet. You were mesmerized by it even if you had absolutely no idea what he was saying. He would pause every once in a while, or erase a few lines and change something.

His voice startled you out of your stupor. “Feel free to ask me anything, if you have questions.”

You hummed. “What are your people called?”

“Chiss. I’m from a planet called Rentor, in the Unknown Regions.”

You nodded at his pad. “And is this your native tongue?”

“Yes, its called Cheunh.”

You settled against his a little more. “It’s very pretty.”

He turned to face you a little more. “Really? Most other species I’ve encountered think it is harsh to the ears.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so.”

He paused for a moment. “Are you warm enough?”

You nodded against his chest. After a few moments of silence, he continued his entry. When you heard your name, you looked up at him.

“Just recording everything that happened today,” he explained.

You listened to him for a bit longer, watched the letters appear on the screen, before the drowsiness pulled your eyes closed.

“Thrawn?”

“Mmm?”

You paused as you thought how to phrase your question. “Are you the only one of your kind in the Empire? Chiss, I mean.”

“..Yes.”

You understood it a little better now. You were both alone in your own ways and he recognized that piece of himself in you.

You were curious as to what he was saying every time you heard your name brought up, but were too tired to ask. You weren’t sure if that would be pushing it either, however you had a feeling that he was willing to answer most of your questions.

Your breathing was starting to slow down, you mouth slightly agape. You hadn’t opened your eyes since you initially shut them. You heard a light clank as Thrawn reached over and set his tablet back down on the table beside his bed. He shifted you off his lap and over to the side of the bed that you both weren’t currently occupying. You were hardly aware of what was happening, as sleep overcame you.

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inkofyoonkoo · 3 years ago

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At first, I wrote a long post to explain the main reason behind my difficulty to keep going with writing because I was tired to seek refuge behind the usual excuses, but I’ve deleted it because I sort of gave up? The more time I spend here, the more I feel it's useless to express my thoughts -especially after posting a couple of Yoongi stories and realizing that nothing changed from the previous blog: the numbers of followers keep increasing (hello anyway!), likes keep raining like the great flood... but silence rules. To overcome the “sadness” I finally found my balance, but it also means that updates will be more sporadic (the perks of being a slow writer who also lost every ounce of motivation and passion in sharing but still enjoys to write).

Anyway, since it's been three months, here's a snippet (full of mistakes and absolutely not-edited) of the new chapter of "I'm on the run" for the people who are patiently waiting for it, who have always been kind toward me and my works, and have always found a couple of minutes to let me know their opinions. I’ll never get tired to repeat that it’s for you that I still try to provide some decent stories -because I’m in a period of my life in which I’ve to neglect some leisure things and if you weren’t here, I’d choose writing/sharing right away.

I can't grant it'll be out soon, but I've already reached 26k words, it's almost all outlined -I just need to translate it and expand descriptions and thoughts, which means that I'm halfway to finish it 💔

And he tells you that he likes you, at every thrust. He'll whisper on your neck that he likes you so fucking much and he wants to date you seriously. That he isn't pretending. That this whole thing isn't so different from the thousands of dreams he had about you two. He'll tell you that, from the very moment he saw you again, he felt like a light exploded in his chest, swiping away the turmoil that was clouding his heart since Kyoko and him broke up.

Jungkook is going to tell you that he's deeply sorry for cutting you out of his life. That if he could turn back time, he--!

A sudden noise to his right catches his attention, scattering all his blazing thoughts around. Ears perked like a dog that just heard a danger, Jungkook turns to search for the culprit who interrupted his wonderful reverie just when you were on the cusp of forgiving him (and coming, too). However, his annoyance liquefies into surprise when he takes notice of a pair of squirrels at the base of a tree, probably searching for some food.

Jungkook's brain shuts off instantly, all his attention now fully attracted to the two small animals minding their business, uncaring about the intruder. Without advising, he separates himself from the group, oblivious about the fact that he doesn't know the trail to reach the campsite -and that this isn't one of his usual solitary sally.

Slowly, he puts a foot ahead of the other, paying attention to not make too much noise. Once reached a good position that could permit him to take a nice shot, he puts down the cooler and a rolled tent, grabbing the camera hanging around the neck. Scared by a sudden movement in the distance, one of the squirrel dash away -a flash with brownish coat that disappears through the thick bushes; the other one, though, doesn't seem particularly scared about his presence: he stays still, looking at him, as if it he was studying his next move.

"Hey, little one…" words rolling out in a childish tone, Jungkook waves a hand to greet him, crouching down on his calves.

Reassured by the meters of distance between them, the squirrel goes back to ignoring him, rummaging through the leaves laying at the feet of a tall pine. Jungkook exhales a small sound of victory, grabbing the camera with both hands. With a little frown of concentration between his knitted brows, he makes sure that all the settings on the screen are positioned on the right mode; the, he grips the right side of it while the other hand runs beneath the lens to support the weight, keeping it closer to hold it better.

He takes a couple of shoots before the sudden crunch of footsteps and twigs behind him makes the squirrel run away to hide himself.

Jungkook snaps his brows, gazing over his shoulder to dart a caustic glance to whoever decided to disturb this moment -a small pout hanging on his lips to emphasize his disappointment. However, his mask of annoyance flips off his face the moment he takes in the sight of you, standing still at a few steps from him.

A glint of concern crosses your face when your eyes meet. "Jungkook, here you are! I was worried, I turned and you weren't with us anymore and--" your flood of words falter and die in a squelched whining when you notice the small squirrel sliding up along the bark of a pine, before trailing your stare to the camera in his hands. "Ah, I didn't want to bother you! I made your muse run away, apparently." You deliver him an apologetic smile, setting then your eyes on the fronds growing bigger at every blow of wind.

Jungkook grins, shaking his head. "I took a nice shot, actually." He turns the camera in your direction, silently inviting you to come closer and take a look at it.

You near him and bend on your knees, eyes now fixed on the screen that portrays the squirrel tightening a leaf. "Oh my--it's so cute!" You sit down on your knees, eyes glistening when he hands you the camera for you to observe the picture better. You emit screeching sounds of appreciation that has him giggling, spaced out with small compliments directed to the adorable animal. "You improved a lot, you know?" You say, giving him a quick glance full of proudness.

Jungkook feels a piping hot warmth expand in his chest, despite the banality of your compliment -because he lost count of how many people positively commented on his works; but the fact that it's you displaying some sort of appreciation, well, it makes everything more special.

"I've always liked photography, but it became a passion only when I went to Tokyo. Kyoko was a good muse, I truly loved taking pictures of her…" his eyes grow bigger the moment he registers his own words, feeling utterly stupid for praising his ex in front of you; however, when he turns to study which expression might be dawned on your face, there's no trace of annoyance across your features -only a small muscle twitches in your jaw, but that's it. "Anyway, we used to travel a lot, back in Japan. I remember I used to spend entire weeks mapping out our trips only to visit places good for a shoot or two." He lets a small chuckle, lips now shaped in a curve brimmed with nostalgia. "Once, we went to Hokkaido. There's a place full of Siberian flying squirrels and, God, they were so adorable, (Y/N). They - they stay in small groups on the same bark and they sometimes hide in their lairs and then pop out all - all together." He flashes you a 1.000 watt smile, hands flickering in the air for his incapacity to hold back his enthusiasm. "A couple of them started flying from a tree to another to grab seeds, like this!" He opens his arms, imitating them just like a child would do. "Others, instead, were fighting over the same food. I think I filled up my memory card because of them."

It was a small trip for their fourth anniversary, entirely organized by him to surprise Kyoko. She was at the utmost of her happiness, he was too. It was a blissful period of their lives in which adulthood didn't seep through the folds of their relationship yet, and being together seemed the only solution to every little problem they met along their path. Jungkook doesn't nurture any sort of romantic feelings toward his ex anymore; and yet, a small part of him can't help but wonder how far they could've gone if they continued to be so well-knit.

"It must be nice," you merely say, without delving further in his tale. Then, you snort a chuckle. "When you told me you were going to Japan, I was pretty disappointed," you start, out of the blue, in a bitter way that has him staring back at you with round eyes. "We spent years mapping out our trip, you promised me we'd go there together, but then you moved there on your own. I was so stupid, back then…" you tuck some hair behind your ear, your eyes shake for the briefest seconds they meet his own.

Swallowing, Jungkook pins his eyes on the ground, feeling his sense of guilt brew inside his stomach. "You… you could've come to visit me," he replies, trying to calibrate the annoyance in his voice -a type of annoyance that always emerges whenever he feels like he was the only one committing a mistake in your friendship. "I would've hosted you, I - I would've taken you whenever you wanted." He nods, to emphasize his affirmation.

You turn to him in a rush, lips parted and wide-eyed. Jungkook blinks a couple of times, confused by the expression of astonishment dancing across your features. Why are you so… baffled by his words?

"You--" you swallow, shaking your head. It feels like you're hiding something from him, but before he could question you about your sudden reaction, you say, "It's ok, though. I used to say that I'd travel all around the world once having a job and money, but in the end I've never moved outside of Seoul."

"Didn't you organize anything with your exes? Or your friends?"

You shrug. "Namjoon preferred visiting museums, Seokjin loved fishing. We didn't travel much." You gaze up to a pine, attention caught by the fronds caressed by the wind. "Tae and Jimin often invite me to join them, whenever they organize something with their girlfriends, but… I don't know, I refuse. It feels like intruding in their romantic gateway. I know I could do everything on my own, but it's… boring." You ruffle your hair, a sign that an uncomfortable weight is now settling itself in your chest.

Jungkook grabs a stick, pokes the tip on the ground, drawing random doodles amidst the leaves. "I'm sure they'd never treat you like a third wheel." He munches the corner of his mouth. "And we're still on time to go to Japan, together…" he turns to you, sinking in your liquid eyes. "I - I'd take you wherever you want, (Y/N)." Your name tumbles off his mouth sweetly, with a certainty in his words that you welcome with a dim smile.

Jungkook waits for a follow-up that doesn't come -a laughter to acknowledge his good intentions; a simple: "why not?" to make him understand that you truly believe in him, that you're ready to share some of your time with him. But you go back to study the picture on the screen, before grabbing the camera between your hands, pointing the zoom up to the branches stretching above your heads.

You're… weird. Miles away from here -from him.

And Jungkook can't grasp what is notching your mood. Because he knows he fucked up, at a certain point of the trip, but he can't wrap his head around the reason…

"What happened at the gas station, earlier?" He asks, noticing the stiffening in your shoulders. "Did - did I do something wrong? You're weird…" a small pout tugs at his lips, he buries the stick in the ground with a nervous gesture. "You're regretting this whole thing, aren't you?"

"I've never been sure about it, but I've to accept it," you reply, calm. "You didn't do anything, anyway. It's just, you know, you…" you chew on your bottom lip, as if you were gathering the right words to express your thoughts in the right way. "When we were at the gas station, you were talking with a girl and--"

"I wasn't hitting on her!" He interrupts, mind echoing back in a rush to the moment you're describing. "We were talking about the long queue and the menu and--"

"Jungkook, you don't have to justify yourself," you cut his flood of words gently, smiling softly at the vibrant blush now coloring his cheekbones. "I'm not mad. You can talk with whoever you want, I'd never forbid you. But… well, it made me think about us." You don't seem particularly affected by that "us" monotonically flown out of your mouth -but for him, it's just like you've pierced through his chest to caress his heart in turmoil. "We should probably add a rider to our contract," you explain, playfully.

Furrows of confusion appear on his forehead. "A rider…"

"Yeah, like… if you meet a woman you like, you shouldn't hold back because of me." You let out a sigh before his skeptical expression. "We aren't really together, you've all the rights to do what you please. No strings attached, mh?"

No strings attached…

Now… Jungkook knows that your proposal comes from good intentions, considering you're prioritizing his well-being for him to be totally comfortable in this mess; and yet, a crack cuts through the surface of his heart -the wound starts bleeding copiously, pumping up liquid sadness in his eyes. Because the fact that you're inviting him to wrap his arms around whoever he wants means that you don't give a damn about him.

You aren't jealous. You don't like him. This is just a game to you. A farce… and he's playing along, too, because this is his only way to show you his true feelings.

A cloud of rage suddenly fogs his mind. "No." He spits, harsh. "I don't want to, I--" he swallows, the stick warped for the force he's applying. "I already fuck with you, why should I care about other women?"

Jungkook curses under his breath when he processes his statement, sinking in your wide eyes. He's an asshole, the worst! Of course you won't ever take him seriously if he acts like a man who's only interested in your body. Actually, it's no stretch to believe that your self-esteem is reduced to a pulpy mess if you encounter dickheads like him…

"(Y/N), I didn't mean to--"

"Well, think about it." There's a wobble in your voice, his heart squeals when he notices the light tremble in your smile. "Maybe this trip will be your chance to meet the right woman."

He already met her. It's right here, in front of him. He'd like to scream at the top of his lungs that it's you, it's you for fuck's sake. It's you. But words clogs his throat, impeding him to exhale even the tiniest sound.

It's only when you're on the cusp of standing up that he seems to regain his capacity to talk. "Then I've a request, too."

#this chapter is practically characters in their thirties talking about adult things #without acting like mature adults would do #which hits home a lot #can i say that I can't wait to finish this chapter?#i want to arrive to the next and describe Jungkook in all his glorious beauty #those pecs deserve at least 18903 words of meticulous description 😌#thanks to whoever is sticking with this story and accompanied me till this moment!#you've my heart 💓

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werewolf-witchboy · 4 years ago

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Tokoyami Fumikage X Male Reader

Being A Witch Boy And Dating Tokoyami

WARNINGS: none uwu

Being a witch has nothing to do with your quirk, you just like practicing the dark arts and witchy things.

I'm not going to mention what your quirk is, so you can imagine that you have whatever quirk you want, or you can imagine yourself as someone without a quirk.

💀 Tokoyami had been fascinated with your hobby of witchcraft ever since he met you. He was most fascinated with the fact that your actual quirk has nothing to do with how your witchcraft works.

🕯 He had already thought you were cute before, and he had been in that time of his life where he was starting to question his sexuality a little- but after you showed him your witchy interests, he fell hard for you.

💀 He may be a dark and edgy birb boi, but he's also quite shy and awkward. He probably would have never confronted you about his crush if you hadn't told him your feelings for him first.

🕯 When y'all started dating, literally everyone was like "FINALLY!!" cuz it was super obvious that the two of you were meant for each other.

💀 When it comes to what type of witch you are, i'd say you're a witch of all traits.

-You love dark and spooky things, but you also love pastel colors and nature.

-Your room in the class 1A dorm is most likely full of plants, candels, a variety of antiques and trinkets, and shit that you can't buy at stores until it's around Halloween time.

🕯 Tokoyami likes to ask many questions about all of the different types of things you do, and he actually pays attention and is super interested. You'll even teach him some new things, and show him how to do them himself.

💀 You love Dark Shadow as much as you love Tokoyami himself. Though they're both very different in personality, you find them both charming and adorable (despite them both saying they're not "adorable," they're dark and spoopy lmao).

🕯 He also loves your animal familiar.

-Your familiar rarely comes out of your bedroom. Since you're dating Tokoyami, you allow him in your room (which means a lot more than he probably thinks it does, cuz spaces where witches do their magic and recharging are very sacred to them) so he gets to see your familiar quite often.

💀 It's rare for familiars to show affection to anyone that isn't their bonded witch, but your familiar absolutely loves Tokoyami.

-They'll hop onto his lap immediately as soon as he sits down in your room.

🕯 Both you and Tokoyami thrive in the darkness, so there are often times where you both hang around in your dimly lit room cuddled up together just talking all day (or even sometimes laying there in comfortable silence).

-You'll be in there together for so long that all of your friends will start questioning where you're both at, and not even realize that you're just in your room.

💀 He obviously likes you a whole lot, but he's super bad at saying it with words. He's just shy and bashful. BUT THEN DARK SHADOW EXPOSES HIM LMAO-

-You'll be standing there looking super cute, and Tokoyami will just stare at you and want to say something so badly. Then Dark Shadow appears and is all like "wOw yOu'Re sUpEr hOt" and Tokoyami just dies right there in the very spot he's standing cuz he can't believe that just happened.

🕯 That's another thing- Tokoyami stares at you a LOT. He even did it before y'all started dating, but now he doesn't even try to hide it.

-You barely noticed at first, but once you started noticing how often you catch him staring at you, you can't help but tease him a little.

-You'll stare at him back, directly in the eyes, and he'll get super flustered and embarrassed.

-Then to calm him down and make him feel less embarrassed, you'll giggle at his flustered-ness and give him a lil beak kiss...which just makes him even more flustered.

💀 He's definitely the type who wants to be a total romantic, and speak all poem-like to you, and shower you with praises, ect. BUT he gets so flustered when it comes to affection, and second-guesses himself when it comes to his ideas of showing affection.

-He's scared of coming off too strong, or seeming to clingy, or even not doing enough, so he never really gets the chance to act out any of how he wants to show affection- and to top it all off he can't help but be absolutely smitten every time you give him affection of any sort, and he'll not know how to react to it.

🕯 You never call him out on his shyness or how he reacts to your affection, you're not offended with any way he reacts to you. You think it's super cute how innocent he seems when it comes to all of this, and of course you encourage any time he gets a little bit of confidence to hold your hand or compliment you (without the help of Dark Shadow lol).

💀 His feathers get all ruffled when he's flustered, and OMFG it's too cute. 🥺😭

🕯 Something that he loves so much is when you borrow his clothes. Because for him, it's kind of a way to show affection towards you without being super direct about it.

-So him being like "you're cold? here, wear my sweatshirt" translates to "TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME, KEEP IT FOREVER, I LOVE YOU FJSKDJFHR-"

💀 Don't come @ me- Tokoyami listens to death metal, but he'd totally vibe with something like kpop if you introduced him to it.

-He's definitely a Loona stan.

🕯 Highkey though, now that I think of it- he probably also listens to Joji and Billie Eilish.

-Like, really moody sad boi hours indie music.

-He'd have Will He playing in his headphones, and he'd be all edgy and in his feelings, but he'd also be doing something like baking cookies at the same time lmfao.

-He'd have a playlist named "songs to cry to," but he'd be listening to it while knitting sweaters for puppies or something.

💀 No, you didn't ask me what kind of music that I think Tokoyami listens to, but you got it anyway. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

🕯 If he's at a store, and sees something kinda spooky looking that makes him think of you, he'd quickly get it and think all day of giving it to you, and he'd want to watch you add it to your collection of lil trinkets and antiques.

-....But he'd chicken out so hard I stg.

-This poor baby would rehearse how he'd give it to you in his head over and over again, and then when the time comes to give it to you, he'd get suddenly so tongue-tied and worried if you'd actually like it or not.

-But, of course, you love whatever he gets you every time. Your always super surprised when he gets you something, cuz it's not your birthday or any special day, and you never expect gifts from people.

-Every time you accept a gift from him, you always want to squeal, tackle him, and shower him with kisses- but you resist doing so with all of your being, cuz you know he'd malfunction.

-Instead you very profoundly thank him many times, and give him one especially loving kiss.

-Seeing your extra surprised and happy reaction always relieves him so much, and it makes him want to do it all over again and gift you a whole shop full of trinkets. His lack of hundreds of dollars is the only thing that stops him.

💀 You're the type of person who wears a lot of black, and scatters bright colors here and there within your look. Your style ranges from goth to pastel e-boy.

🕯 You don't like to change other people's styles or tell other people what to wear, but every once in a while, Tokoyami expresses an interest in dressing like you- which you go NUTS over.

-You'll let him borrow your pastel sweaters, and he'll let you put bright colored hairclips in his feathers.

-He now even owns some pastel colored clothing of his own, that you either gifted him or he secretly bought himself at some point.

💀 He used to be shy about changing up his style every once in a while at first. Whenever you'd take pictures of him wearing bright clothes, he'd softly ask you not to show them to any of the others.

-Eventually he became confident enough to go out in public those rare days he'd wear bright colors, and everyone is always super supportive of the different style.

🕯 He had never been in a relationship with another guy before he started dating you.

-He started questioning his sexuality around the time he started high school, but it was never a priority at first because he was more focused on working hard to get into U.A. and thinking about his future being a hero.

-aNd tHeN hE mEt yOu, and now we're here lol.

-ANYWAYS, y'all go to pride parades together.

-Something he isn't shy about is his sexuality, cuz as soon as he realized how he felt about you, he was all in and that was that.

-Y'all go all out for parades with face and body paint, and shirts with your flags on them, and even sometimes bringing signs and flags to hold up and wave around.

-Some of your friends will come with the two of you, whether they're there because they're also lgbtq+ or just because they support it.

-It's the most social the two of you are the entire year, cuz your both introverted lil emos that don't really talk to many people outside of class 1A.

💀 So yeah- I think Tokoyami is highly underrated and I'm extremely soft for him. He's an emo birb boi, what is not to love.

-I believe in emo birb boi supremacy.

-Rise all Tokoyami stans, we shall take over the entire anime world someday.

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ryuu-to-sobakasu-hime · 3 years ago

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Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime (Belle) Novel | English Translation | Chapter 6

**This is a machine translation. I put it together by extracting text page-by-page from a .pdf version of the Japanese novel, and running it through Google translate. I have only minorly edited some of the more confusing lines to make it more read-able. It is still a very rough translation, but it’s good enough to understand what’s going on. If there is anyone out there who wants to properly translate the novel, I am more than happy to edit it, if you’ll contact me.**

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Chapter 6: Encounter

The crescent moon shining on the equator moves and brings darkness to the world of "U". In the city of "U" that continues like a big river, Az and others were overflowing more than usual today. There is a mysterious feeling of exhilaration here and there, and it seems that everyone is restless. Countless net news is broadcast in various languages. "... Soon, at 20:25 standard time on 'U', Belle's biggest live concert will take place here at 'U's spherical stadium."

The city of "U" is basically a "skyscraper" and a "park."

It consists of repeating two types of modules, "(Park)". However, there are some other special modules. One of them is a spherical module called "Stadium". "..... The number of Az that can watch at the same time in the world is said to be 100 million or 200 million, which is unusual for a newcomer who appeared within 6 months ..."

As you approach the spherical stadium, you can see that many small units are gathered together to form a sphere. It passes through the gaps of each unit and enters the inside. Each unit has multiple windows. The shape of the window matches the shape of the screen of the smartphone, and you can see Az in it. That is the audience seat of this spherical stadium.

A myriad of Az are waiting for the start of the live. The start time has come. The space of the wide sphere gradually darkens with the driving sound. The units are getting closer to each other and the gap is narrowing. Eventually, a roaring sound was heard. The gap between the units was completely closed, and the space was surrounded by darkness. A red line like the equator emerges in the darkness. It's the beginning of the live. Music starts. A huge drop of water can be seen floating in the center of the space. In front of this mysterious sight, the audience grabbed a sight of what was about to begin.

The huge water droplets began to emit light from the inside, shaking the surface with surface tension. A number of glittering lights are generated and are stored in water droplets. Eventually, the water droplets filled with light burst like a big bang. When a large amount of droplets diffuse into the space, a mysterious object that reflects light appears behind it. A huge splash with a dozen meters, assembled from delicate beads.

At the tip of the dress is Belle, me.

"Woooooooooo ...!"

The cheers of Az and others like the rumbling of the ground boiled up. Mosaic-like light is emitted from the countless windows of the audience seats. In response to the light, the color of the beads that make up the dress changes in a complex way. These are special beads whose brilliance changes depending on the light. It's the best outfit, coordinated by the best designers, from headdresses to high heels. I swam in the space, changing to various colors in response to the light. The parts of the huge dress are separated like a multi-stage rocket. In the meantime, it will be separated. The beads swirled like the swell of the sea, transforming into a virtual fluctuation of the sea surface.

Three whales with headphones appear there and slowly snuggle up to me in the center. The whales are top-notch dancers hired for this concert. When one of the whales hits the surface of the sea with its tail fin to the music, a beautiful wave appears. The crest has spread. Another one also hits the surface of the sea. The ripples overlapped. The other one blew up the tide from his nose. Next is my turn. Like the whale I mentioned earlier, I surrendered myself to music, twisted my body, and hit the surface of the sea. Ripples spread beautifully. I twist my body again and hit the surface of the sea, ripples piled up. And, like the squirting of a baby whale, I rushed out of the sea. The whales come in again and swim and dance in the calculated combination. I sing at the center. The sparkling flash of the audience seats reaches the dress, changing the color of the beads one after another. What a beauty. The colors that would never appear without each of the light from the windows of smartphones are a collaboration between me, the designer, and the audience. And again, it's a one-time art that can never be reproduced in the digital world where reproduction is natural. I finished singing proudly.

"Ooooooooooooooooo!"

The roaring cheers of Az and others shook the spherical stadium. The flashes in the audience seats disappear all at once, returning to the darkness of the equator. The prelude of the second song begins, and the next set of graphical steel frames slides from above and below. During the blackout, the producer of this live, Hiro-chan’s Az, slipped in.

"Belle is the best. I'll go next."

"Yes."

Hiro-chan’s Az threw a piece of cloth in her hand. It fluttered around my body and turned into a patchwork dress. This is also the work of the same designer as the bead dress, and is woven with fibers that change when exposed to light. Suddenly, there was a strange noise.

"ah…"

The gap between the rugged stadium and the spherical stadium opens a little.

"Who? You opened the door without permission!" Hiro-chan’s Az yells.

Someone invaded through a small gap in the unit. A lone Az at the beginning.

And then a group of Az. They are moving at high speed just past the audience unit. I can tell that the audience in the window is upset by this happening.

Hiro-chan’s Az is very angry. "Get out of here, asshole!”

The lone Az appears to be escaping from the group chasing him.

"Is he being chased?"

They go around the perimeter along the equator of the spherical stadium. The group of chasers was divided into two.

"Jeeze! What is that guy?" Hiro-chan’s Az looks up in the air and asks. Avatars all over the world instantly raise chat balloons:

《Dreki》

《Long》《continuar》《naga》《Dragon》《lass》

《Ejderha》

"Dragon?"

<<It's an ugly monster-type Az that lives in “U.”>>

Two protruding horns. Long nose. Sharp fangs and claws. The characteristic is exactly the dragon itself, and the impression is like a violent beast. Still, the crimson cloak with a raised collar and the white frills peeking through the sleeves of the suit reminded me of something like a nobleman. A mysterious balance in which this opposite nature coexists. The thin, sharp look that I could see in the gaps between his long, curly hair seemed mysterious to me. On the other hand, all his chasers have the unified appearance of a white battle suit with a red line. It looks like a group of justice heroes. The dragon flipped the cloak and I thought that he had soared, but then he twisted and plummeted. With a tricky move, he tossed the chase and swung it off in a blink of an eye, and this time he headed for the other group, which was split into two. Really. The stone mask Az, who leads the fist chaser group, thrusts in without fear. The two collided violently at the front. A fierce spark is scattered. The dragon extended his fist at a speed that my eyes couldn't follow. The chasers flew like pebbles. As it was, it emitted light like glitter and ice crystals, and stopped moving. The data was corrupted by too much blow and it froze.

I watched the dragon in a daze.

"Amazing…"

"What is he?" When Hiro-chan’s Az asked, the balloons answered immediately.

<<A few months ago, he suddenly appeared in the martial arts hall of "U" "He’s been breaking the record of consecutive wins since then" "But he has the worst fighting style">>

"How?"

When Ryu landed on the unit on the wall and turned around, he attacked the other group that he had just shaken off. He does not give them a chance to escape, and defeats them one after another with a quick move. Iconography of crystals, showing freezes, floats here and there.

《Spoil the game》《Attack until the data is corrupted and unusable》《It's like trying to get rid of my anger》 I was stunned and stared at the dragon without words.

"Ah..”

I noticed a lot of patterns on his tattered back.

"That is……?"

<< This is a nasty guy who is like the bruises on his back >> Adds a balloon. I saw it to make sure.

"There are so many bruises ..."

The group of chasers is increasing in number before I know it. When the Az of the dreadlocks led by him points to go, more than 10 members scream and head for Dragon all at once. It is one versus ten, but he heads for the fight without hesitation. The dragon rolled out his knife at a blazing speed. The chasers are beaten one after another.

"Waaaaaah!”

Even the last one - bang, smashed down in a breath. The dreadlocks Az was shocked to see that his allies were wiped out in an instant. While making a strange voice, "Woooooo!", He headed for the dragon in the dark clouds. However, immediately after that, Dragon knee-kicked him in the face. Then the upper combo is decided. The dreadlocks Az was blown off.

Hiro-chan’s Az listens with interest. "Who is chasing him?"

《The Justices》

"Justice?"

<<They insist on keeping the justice and order of U.>>

There are Az looking down from a distance. Like the Stone Mask Az and Dreadlocks Az, they were the executives of the Justice Corps. They are strong people who seem to be allies of justice. Half are female. Hiro-chan’s Az made a convincing voice when she saw them.

"Hmm. That's why they look like heroes."

A large number of the justice corps surround the dragon with various weapons such as spears, hammers, and blue swords. The members screamed and attacked all at once. It seems that there is no chance for the dragon to win. The dragon slowly crossed his hands. And he slashed the space at a tremendous speed. He slashed the men as if he were really manipulating a sword. A dense army corps bursts out all at once. "Waaaah!”

At the same time, it gave off a glittering and crystal-like light. The overwhelming strength of the crowd is breathtaking. The dragon turned his back and slowly got up. Justice corps executives were stunned and said, "What a terrible thing ...!"

"What can they do if you hurt them that much?"

"Is it okay that you’re the only one who is not wounded?” With that as a trigger, some spectator Az and others booed.

"That's right!" "You messed up Belle's concert!" "How will you take responsibility?” The voices eventually spread throughout the spherical stadium.

"Apologize to Belle!" "Give us back the time you wasted!" "Get out of here!" "Get out!" I looked around the stadium in a kind of strange atmosphere. Most of the Az on the spot are throwing a fierce boo like a rumbling at just one person. A dragon standing alone in the center. The bruise on his back seemed to me like a wound that had been hit by countless boos. I asked him unintentionally.

"You…"

The dragon turned around slowly and looked at me with a keen eye.

[............]

"Who are you..…?"

I asked unquestioned questions at will. Then the dragon opened his mouth for the first time. It was a muffled voice, like a filter.

"...Don’t look.”

"Huh?"

"Don’t look at me."

The dragon's gaze peeking through his curly hair indicates refusal. I can't hear any more.

At that time, there was a sharp voice that echoed in the spherical stadium.

“Dragon!!”

A man is standing. "I can't forgive you anymore ... I can't forgive you! If I don't defeat the dragon, I can't keep the peace of 'U'!"

"Is that the leader?" Asked Hiro-chan’s Az.

<<Yes. He is Justine>>

It was a blue-eyed Az with blonde hair. His toned, muscular, majestic body reminded me of strength and courage, and the white battle suit that wrapped around him represented his noble personality. He deserves to be called a hero, a mighty man, an ally of justice, a savior.

Justine raised his right arm and pointed to the coat of arms on his wrist. "Look!"

The Metamorphose coat of arms was wrapped in light and became huge, transforming into a winged metal lion head. A jewel-like lens body pops out from the lion's mouth by bolt action. It's like a cannon. Justine raises the gun and shows it off.

"This is the true light that protects the justice and order of 'U'! We will definitely unveil the evil dragon!" He declared in a voice that pervaded the entire "U". Then, banners with the names of the companies came flying one after another and piled up behind him. It seems that these supporting companies support his activities. Hiro-chan’s Az pointed with her eyes rounded.

"Look, the number of sponsor logos!"

"What is Unveil?"

To my question, Hiro-chan’s Az answered "Unveil" with the gesture of Peek-a-boo. Justine holds his right hand to aim at him, and the inside of his lens body shimmers like a mosaic. The particles focused and emitted a green light. Pow! The light cut through the darkness and headed straight toward the dragon. The dragon barely avoids the light. The particles focused again on Justine's right hand and fired two shots in quick succession. The dragon kept a sufficient distance and avoided it carefully. It seems that he is very cautious about this unknown light. "Nuu ..." Justin groaned, lowering his right hand. A long, thin light that moves far away. There is too much distance to hit Dragon.

He signaled, "Door!" In response, the justice executives scattered in all directions. Soon, the gap between the unit and the unit begins to move, and the interval narrows.

"Eh ...?" As it goes on, the brightness disappears. The spherical stadium was engulfed in darkness, with a completely closed sound. Many searchlights owned by the executives turned on all at once. It illuminates a dragon at one point in the center of intersection.

"You can't run away anymore, dragon! I'll uncover your origin right here, you ugly thing!"

Justine's speech wowed the audience.

"Ooooooooooo!"

The field is in full favor of Justine. Hiro-chan’s Az also goes along.

"Good, do it ~~!"

Origin? Uncover? Can he do that? I wondered. Justine said earlier, "The true light that protects the justice and order of 'U'(that green light) will surely unveil the evil dragon." The meaning may be "to clarify who the real person who controls the dragon is.” It means that there is no privacy that should be equally protected by the security of "U". I understood that was what he meant by "unveiling." If it's aimed at the dragon, which is hated by all over the world, everyone will be convinced it’s the right thing to do. But what if I was in his position?

Then, the story is different. I don't want to be unveiled. Anyone wouldn’t. Shouldn't that be the case? Shouldn't security equality be maintained? Executives approach the dragon with a searchlight. The dragon blocks the light with his hands, as if he hates the dazzling lights. However, the executives continue to shine a strong light without mercy. The dragon moves because of the glare, looks like he can't get rid of it. Justine aims carefully from a distance. The searchlight is caught. It seems very easy to shed light on the dragon that has stopped moving. Kuun ……, and the inside of the gun lens shines brilliantly, and the light is focused.

"Get him!!” Hiro-chan’s Az screams with excitement. Next to that, I kept staring at the dragon.

[.............]

The dragon looked up at me as if he had noticed me. His eyes met mine and my heart pulsated.

"Huh?"

From the narrow center of the searchlight, the dragon jumped towards us. The search light suddenly loses sight of the dragon and sways in a confused manner.

"Uh!"

Once Justine lowered his gun in the situation, but quickly repositioned it, he fired two consecutive shots. However, passing through it, the dragon rises at high speed and heads straight toward us.

"Ahhhhh!"

I and Hiro-chan’s Az are upset by the oppressive feeling and cannot move. The dragon approaches at a tremendous speed. Collide!

"Kyaaaa!" We screamed. But the dragon barely slipped beside us. A violent gust of wind occurs with a slight delay. The dragon rose as it was, turned around, and landed on the steel frame of the set. Hiro-chan’s Az was angry and looked up. "You’ve got to be kidding me, you idiot! What if Belle had been injured?"

Dragon approaches us again. "Ah!" The dragon rubbed right next to Hiro-chan’s Az and I, who were shrinking tightly, at a tremendous speed. His goal is the executives of the Justice Corps.

"Waaaaah!” The executives screamed, throwing out searchlights and escaping in all directions. As soon as the dragon did not let them escape, he swung a steel frame over his head and approached.

The light of the searchlight went out, and the area was surrounded by darkness again.

Only the cruel hitting sound and the painful screams of the executives echoed there. What's happening in the dark? Invisible horror dominated the field. Justine shouted, unbearably. "Open the door ..., open the door!"

A gap in the spherical stadium opens to follow the instructions. When it got brighter, I saw the sad appearance of the executives who were knocked down and couldn't move. How many Az did the dragon beat in this short time? It was overwhelming and strong. Justine stepped back, stiffening his face.

"This ... this shouldn't be allowed ...!"

The dragon flew with recoil when he released the steel frame he had in his hand. I look up at him with my eyes. Justine shouted to swear revenge.

"I will be sure to unveil you!"

As if he couldn't hear such a voice, the dragon went out of the stadium through the gap between the units on the ceiling and disappeared somewhere. I kept looking at the empty space where he had disappeared into.

"Who are you……?"

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dcx2NedPVBEdbfQaU-WC0pJMRmn20ASn7HSC0KY9R7E/edit?usp=sharing ~ Google Doc of the English-translated novel.

ryuutosobakasuhime.wordpress.com ~ English fan-site for Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime where translations, scans, and other content is posted.

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yoonci57 · 2 years ago

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What about love? - myg

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x singer!Reader, female reader

Genre: Some fluff, angst, smut, relationship, heartbreak

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: explicit language and heartbreak (minors do not engage)

A/N: Based off the song “What about love?” by BANKS. I got a little into it and wrote this. Might make this a series and expand more on the relationship but lmk what you think!

Your heart was beginning to beat loudly in your ears as you moved your hands nervously down the front of your dress. You sighed and pushed your in-ears in before the cue was given and cheers erupted as your name was announced. The ticks of a metronome chimed in your ear as the lights of the stage slowly lit up. The piano began to ring around the arena and cheers quieted down when the spotlight settled your frame. You smiled softly and closed your eyes to hum some soft notes before the choir and strings section entered so you could sing your lyrics.

I belong to no one/You belong to someone else, but/Maybe if we just go back in time

Your laugh echoed through the room as a smile slowly lit up Yoongi’s face as well when he looked at you through the glass. Min Yoongi was notoriously known for his talent as a producer and songwriter and so you quickly jumped at the opportunity to meet him and the members of BTS. You were both performers for the night and you pushed your manager to talk to their people in hopes of getting a chance to greet them. You were slowly making your rise to be one of the hottest artists in the world and you were always grateful for the opportunity to finally make your mark as a songwriter and singer. As a new artist, you doubted that there would be any success in the request, but it didn’t hurt to try.

You were getting your makeup applied when your manager entered your room and beamed. “You get 20 minutes after your set,” She smirked as you cheered, much to the displeasure of your makeup artist. You soon finished up for your performance and were rushed to the stage. Your set was amazing from start to finish and the crowd cheered loudly as you waved and blew kisses out to them. As you exited, you were led back to your dressing room to change out of your stage outfit. Your makeup artist quickly changed your eye makeup and did some touch-ups so you could go enjoy the rest of the show and mingle with the other artists who had already finished their sets. You sat on the couch to watch the other performers while you waited for your manager to take you to your BTS meeting. After 10 minutes, your manager entered the room and swooned. “I didn’t realize how beautiful they are in real life,” You laughed and felt your skin flush slightly. “Stop! I’m already nervous to meet them,” You followed your manager to their room before sucking in a big breath. Your heart almost stopped when you entered the room where the members were scattered around lounging before their show. RM was quick to rise and walked over to you both at the doorway. “Hello, it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N,” RM greeted you and reached out his hand. You smiled back and shook his hand. “Hi, thank you guys so much for your time,” You shook the hands of the other members as they also introduced themselves. “I love your song,” J-hope beamed and Jimin also nodded in agreement. “Yeah! We loved watching you perform,” Jungkook added and sang a part of your song that he really liked. You blushed at the praise they were giving you and giggled. “Thank you so much, it’s such a dream to hear that from y’all. I’m a fan of your music as well!,” You all sat down on the couches and continued to chat about music and what was next for both of you. “You should definitely come to see us perform since you’re such a fan,” Suga smiled and the others cheered in agreement. The translator quickly explained what he had said in English and you smiled at them. “Yeah, we have a show next week if you’d like to come,” RM pulled out his phone and handed it over to get your number. “Yeah, I’ll have to see what’s on my schedule, but I’ll be there,” You giggled and their team alerted them of the time. “Oh, let’s get a photo!,” V smiled and pulled his phone out to take a selfie of all of you. You all gathered behind him and each did silly poses and big smiles. “Please send me that and thank you all again,” You smiled and bowed your head a little which they returned. You smiled so big at your manager and quickly thanked her.

Little did you know that a year later, you would be in the recording booth in Yoongi’s studio. “That was the best one so far,” Yoongi said through the mic and you nodded. “Can you play it through again and just let it record? I might add some backing vocals,” You asked and he gave a thumbs up. The song played through your headphones and his speakers. After another 20 minutes, you were both satisfied with the outcome and sent off the track to your team for mixing. “It sounds amazing, you’re very talented,” Yoongi shyly smiled and looked over at you. You blushed slightly and smiled back. “Thank you, but honestly you’re way more talented than me with all of this,” You giggled and gestured to his setup. “Thank you. I think we should celebrate”, You both had been working together for about a week due to Yoongi’s demanding schedule, but it had given you the opportunity to sightsee and get to hang out with the rest of the members of BTS in their downtime. You smiled and agreed, part of you wondered how Yoongi was outside of his work time. Sure, you had an idea of how he was, but getting to actually hang out with him now that you were friends was fun. “Great, swing by the dorms around 8 pm? We could order some food and drink,” He suggested. You were packing up your things as you answered, “That would be awesome! Could we try that one place that JK has been talking about?” Yoongi smiled as he remembered Jungkook telling him about the time you both spent together earlier in the week, “Sure, whatever you like. Oh, one other thing before you go…Your Korean is getting better.” You giggled and thanked him before waving and heading back to your hotel. You washed up and changed into a comfy outfit before getting a ride to the dorms. Before you could knock, Yoongi opened to door and smiled. “Hey, the guys just left so it’s just us,” He said and locked the door behind you. “Nice, oooh , the food smells good,” You smiled and sat at the dining table with Yoongi. He had carefully spread all the food out for you both and had your plate set with a pair of chopsticks. “What do you want to drink?,” He held out some of the alcohol that the guys kept in the fridge. “A soju is fine,” You said and he handed it over. “Look at you, so immersed in the culture,” He teased and you both laughed. “Just wait til you come to the states,” You said without thinking and realized what you had said. “Is that an invitation?,” He asked and sipped his whisky with an eyebrow raised. “You’re always welcomed, you know that…all of you are,” You still blushed as you attempted to cover your tracks. Y/N, get it together, you thought and bit your lip slightly. He smirked and nodded, “That would be fun.”

After you finished your meals, you both lounged on the couch before settling on a random movie that Yoongi had wanted to watch for a while. You were so focused on the plot that you didn’t realize that midway through the movie, Yoongi had his head on your shoulder until he was starting to doze off. “I thought you wanted to watch this movie,” You whispered and tried to adjust to get more comfortable. He whined and moved to cuddle you slightly. You blushed, but welcomed the embrace and giggled. “You should just go to bed if you’re tired,” you said and slowly ran a hand over his hair to smooth it down. “This is nice though,” He blushed slightly at your action and smiled softly. You didn’t know it then, but Yoongi had pretty much made up his mind that night that he wanted to date you. He knew that there would be plenty of complications that would come with the thought of dating due to your rising careers, even more so that he was an idol. He just knew that it felt right to be there with you in his arms. After some time, you both fell asleep and didn’t hear when some of the guys came back to the dorm or the snaps of Jimin’s phone when they saw both of you. “They’re so cute!,” Tae smiled and Jimin shushed him quietly. “Why are you shushing- oh,” Hobi entered and smiled. He figured something was going to happen between you whenever Yoongi kept asking for the picture of all of you from the day you met. Poor Tae didn’t hear the end of it until he finally sent Yoongi the picture. Hobi’s voice caused you both to stir slightly and Yoongi glanced over at them. “Not a word to the others,” Yoongi muttered and closed his eyes again. “Oh, the picture will say everything,” Hobi joked and Yoongi snapped his head up quickly. They all ran off to their rooms and you had woken up from the sound of their shrieks. Yoongi wiped his eyes and checked the time on his phone. “Sorry, I should’ve set an alarm to take you back to your hotel,” He said and stretched his arms out. “It’s not your fault, I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep,” You bit your lip and tried to find a ride. “It’s late, I can take you,” Yoongi offered before getting up to get his keys. You thanked him and you both went to his car. He dropped you off at your hotel and you waved as he drove off. As you were getting comfortable in your bed, you heard your phone chime.

‘I had a really good time, sleep well’

Promised me you would never love another, mmm/ You said it when we were under the covers

Yoongi smiled as he watched you make your way over to him in your stunning dress. His heart swelled as you giggled at his reaction. “I know, I’m pretty,” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his waist. You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes for a kiss and his arms found their natural place around your waist. He pulled back from the kiss and smirked then whispered, “You’re beautiful.” You blushed and you both were off to your dinner. You looked around in awe as you sat at a private table near a window that overlooked the bright view of the city. Yoongi had picked a wine he thought you’d like and sipped it as you talked about life. “If you would’ve told me that I would be here with you 3 years ago. I wouldn’t have believed it,” You admitted to him and he smiled softly remembering that day you both met and how he thought you were amazing but was too shy to say. “But it’s where you were meant to be. You amaze me in ways I can’t even begin to describe. Part of me thinks you were always meant to be with me,” He admitted and shyly sipped his wine. He wasn’t drunk by any means, but the liquid was quickly loosening his tongue that his inner thoughts were slipping out even if he didn’t mean for them to. You smiled at his statement and held his hand in yours. “You amaze me too, I’m so happy with you. I’m yours Yoongi,” You whispered the last part and met his eyes. His head tilted slightly and he gave a cute smile, “good.”

There was an unspeakable tension as you both entered your apartment. It was so thick and heavy that the moment the door shut, you had to cut it. His hands were quick to your body as yours found their way around him. There was a feverish intent to the way both of your lips met. A lust so raw that it honestly scared you a little, but Yoongi pulled back with his soft smile and caressed your face as he whispered, “I love you.” You giggled and kissed him again before pressing your foreheads together, “I love you too, happy anniversary.” You giggled slightly as you lured him to your bed like a siren singing and bringing her sailor down into the cold water. He followed happily and obediently. You slid your hands down his chest and slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt while your lips pressed against his neck. His shirt slid down to the floor and he took his turn to unzip your dress. Your lips met as the dress slipped off your body and his hands explored every inch of exposed skin before laying you back on the bed. This wasn’t the first time you were having sex with him, but it was certainly the first time it felt like this– so loving and passionate. His lips and tongue trailed down your neck as his hands worked your bra off, exposing your perked nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” He mumbled as his lips latched onto one of your nipples and his hand teased the other. You whimpered as he sucked and squeezed. He looked up at you and smirked when he switched his attention to the neglected nipple. “Yoongi,” you bit your lip and leaned your head slightly at the pleasure his mouth offered. “Yeah, baby?” He moved down your body and you eagerly allowed your legs to spread to accommodate Yoongi’s head between your thighs. His fingers teased your clit through your panties and moans slipped out your mouth. “I’ve barely touched you, sweetheart. Just wait till my cock is deep in this pretty pussy,” He smirked as he slid your panties down your legs. The lacey fabric tossed mindlessly behind him was forgotten in a matter of seconds as his tongue greedily licked and explored your sweetness. You moaned out and grabbed onto his hair. He offered no mercy as he moved his tongue viciously against your clit and his fingers teased your hole. The whimpers and moans only edged him on and he just wanted to make you cum. His eyes kept looking up at you as you bit at your lip in a weak attempt to silence all the noise he was pulling out of you. He’d never outright say it, but your moans made such beautiful music to him. The little whimpers, pleasure dripped tone, and even the light breaths you took all combined to make an addictive symphony, and truth be told, it was some of his best work. Your body slowly began to shake and your moans rose in frequency and pitch as the pleasure pushed you closer to the edge, but Yoongi smirked as he pulled away.

“No,” you quickly whimpered and watched as he stepped back to push off his pants and boxers. “I wanna be in you when you cum,” He bit his lip as he slowly stroked himself before coming over your body to kiss you. Your tongues brushed against each other and fought for the right to explore. One of his hands held his frame above yours while the other guided himself into your tight and slick hole. You pulled away from his mouth and moaned out as his cock entered you easily. “Fuck,” He sighed into your collarbone as he tried to push himself deeper into you. Your hands gripped at the sheets as you whimpered feeling so full of him and then empty when he pulled out to rush back in. The movement continued as his lips marked your collarbones and shoulder, but not your neck. You both knew that even if the makeup could cover it, it was better to just avoid it and leave your marks in secret. “Yoongi, more,” You moaned as his hips snapped against yours. He moaned as he sped up the thrusts he made and his hair fell forward, making you take note of his image. He was stunning above you with a light sheen from the sweat you were both creating and the gentle light from the moon illuminating his silky skin. The quake of your thighs signaled just how close you were getting to the denied orgasm you were promised. Yoongi groaned when you clenched around him, encouraging him to enjoy your warmth.

“Fuck, just like that!”

You moaned out loudly as his thrusts became deep and erratic. His hand found your clit and within seconds, your orgasm bubbled over and exploded. You both panted and you whimpered as he slowly pulled out. “Shit, look at the mess you made,” He moaned softly and leaned his head back as he stroked his cock with your cum. You sat up and pushed him lightly to lay back so you could kneel in between his legs. He continued to stroke his length and guided your head to his tip, “Finish me off baby, wanna cum in your mouth.” He groaned when you sucked on his swollen tip. His hand left his cock and he licked your cum off on his hand. You watched through your eyelashes and moaned around his length causing him to shutter slightly. “Oh fuck, please I’m close,” He whimpered as you bobbed your head down further on him. His eyes were squeezed shut as his head leaned back and Adam's apple bobbed slightly. You sucked harder and didn’t take your eyes off his face as he came deep in your mouth with his hand keeping your head in place for a couple of seconds after. The deep groan he let out made you moan and swallow his load whole. “Fuck Y/N,” He panted and smiled before biting his lip. You giggled and placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder after you laid back beside him. “That was nice,” you both laughed and he sat up to go get a damp towel to wipe you clean. He kissed your skin after he wiped it clean and cleaned himself before tossing the towel with the rest of your dirty clothes.

“Need water?”

You shook your head at his question and just reached out for him. “Cuddle,” you pouted but smiled when he rejoined you under the covers and cuddled with you. You both enjoyed each other's warmth and soft touches. He kissed your forehead and sighed, “I could never love anyone as much as I love you.” You smiled and kissed his skin before drifting off to sleep.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Y/N.”

Maybe if you just relearned my name, mmm/ what about the life that we could make?/ We could grow older

Something was wrong, you knew it deep down. Yoongi’s schedule had become more demanding over the past few months and if he did have the chance to rest, he usually spent it away from you. It was difficult and you tried your best to understand but you had managed to spend more time with the other members of BTS rather than your own boyfriend. You never complained, but Yoongi knew you were upset after the others would comment on the time they spent with you. It’s not that he didn’t want to be with you, he was just so focused on his music that he hardly had a moment to spare. He was producing twice as much as he had in the past year and his demand continued to increase after the song you both wrote was met with so much success. Your relationship and the strain only continued to get worse as you both could never find time to do normal couple things like meeting each other's parents. It stung more for you especially after you had a conversation about what the future could look like for the two of you.

It was a late night before he was set to go on tour and you both were out on the patio as Jimin’s party continued inside. Slightly drunk, Yoongi wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Do you think we’d have kids after we get married?”

The question caught you off guard, but you tried not to react as you processed the whole question. “Let’s start with the marriage part,” You laughed slightly, but he just held you tighter. “What? You wouldn’t say yes if I asked,” he pouted and looked at you. You turned your head to look at his flushed face and you smiled. “Why don’t you ask me first then we can see,” You kissed his nose and he smiled. “I will one day, I promise. I was curious,” He said and looked out at the city below you. You didn’t realize that Yoongi had even started thinking about the life you two could have. Marriage, kids, pets, a family. You smiled softly as you remembered his joy holding your friend’s son weeks ago when they invited you over to meet him. He was terrified to hold their son, but once the boy smiled at him, Yoongi was won over. “Maybe, I’d like to see you hold our kid,” you smiled to yourself.

The memory replayed nearly every time, he would send a ‘sorry, busy’ text. Deep down, he wanted that life but you couldn’t even start the steps to get there because you knew that another album or tour would be around the corner. Yoongi had surprised you when he asked if you were busy later in the week. He tore himself apart when he heard how happy you were to see him because he knew the news would absolutely destroy you. It was the only way, he thought. He even confided in Namjoon one night so he could try to get his thoughts together. Namjoon listened and felt Yoongi’s despair as he came to the conclusion he thought was best. He wanted to argue against it, but he knew that if he was in Yoongi’s position, he would probably do the same. So, there Yoongi stood in your apartment as he said what needed to be said. The silence was so loud in the apartment as he finished up his thoughts.

“So, that’s it?”

You whimpered as you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes. He really didn’t want to, but he knew better. Yoongi couldn’t continue in this relationship, not while your careers were shooting to heights neither of you ever dreamt of. He knew there would never be time to share private moments, that your love couldn’t be shared with the world, and that he couldn’t even hold your hand in public without fear of what would be said. It didn’t matter if it was your fans or his, the rumors would fly and hurtful things would be said. He wanted you to be happy and he thought that it wasn’t going to be with him.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sorry?”

“Please just let me-”

“Let you throw this all away!?”

He couldn’t bring himself to look you in your eyes as his heart cracked the same way your voice did. He just stared down at the counter as his hands clenched. “It’s not good for us to keep doing this. You aren’t happy,” he stated and glanced up at you. You shook your head and let your tears fall. “You don’t know that,” you cried and tried to hold his hand, but he moved away. “I do. Y/N, I want this so much. I truly do, but our careers, the fans, everything. Our relationship can’t-,” He cut himself off and sighed. You tried to keep yourself composed as he continued to speak. You knew that he was telling the truth about the situation, but you really wanted to try. You loved him so much, wasn’t that enough? You didn’t care if your career ended right that second if that meant you’d get to be his for the rest of your life.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You looked up at him. “I heard everything clearly. You’re a coward,” You didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, but the emotion on Yoongi’s face was enough to tell you that he was hurt. You sighed and wiped your eyes. “Yoongi, I love you so much. You’re the one who’s giving up on me, on us. You can say all the reasons in the world, but you know what you decided. I’m sorry I’m not enough to make it work. Get out,” You closed your eyes as you finished. “Y/N, it’s not like that. Please-,” You opened your eyes and cut him off before he could spew out more. “Please don’t make this harder than it already is. Thank you for everything, I love you and hope you have a great life with your successful career,” You muttered and walked away from where you stood to sit on the couch. He sighed as his own tears dripped down his face. “I love you too, I think I always will. Please take care of yourself,” He said softly before leaving your apartment. When the sound of the door shutting echoed, you curled up on the couch and cried your heart out.

Hurts to see you in real life, but/ I can talk to you like this, is that okay?/ That’s the only way

You had been holed up in your apartment for days now. The tears dripped from your eyes as your manager rubbed your back in an effort to comfort you. She had found out the news when she was contacted by Yoongi’s management. All she could do is rush over to make sure you were taking care of yourself. “If you need to take some time, I can make some calls,” She said and you breathed out. “I think it’s just better if I try to go to the studio soon,” You looked up at your manager. “Y/N, there’s no need to rush anything right now. You’re hurting and there’s still plenty of time to finish the album. You matter more than the music right now,” She stated and you teared up again. “It’s the only way I can say something…the only way I can talk to him,” You whimpered and she nodded. “If you think it’ll help, I can set something up,” She said and gave you a big hug before leaving you. A few days passed and you were finally able to pull yourself from your heartbreak and into the studio. After several days of writing, crying, and working, you found yourself in the recording booth. “Just go for it and we’ll go from there,” your producer announced through the mic and you gave a thumbs up. As the music began, you looked at the words you scribbled and sang. Your haunting voice came through the speaker and your producer watched in awe. Your eyes closed as you continued to sing from your broken heart. You sighed after you finished and opened your eyes. Your producer nodded and finished everything up to be mixed. After it was mixed, you held a meeting with your manager and the company head to play them the song. “This song is going to change everything for you,” Your manager said in awe after listening to the mixed product. You smiled softly and nodded, “yeah, it’s very special to me. I think it should be the last track.” Your manager agreed and the company head greenlit the project. The months that followed moved quickly; Studio time, concept meetings, photoshoots, and the rush to finish your album began. You worked through your pain and focused your time on making your album the most authentic and raw experience for yourself and anyone who listened.

Then, the day of the Grammy award announcements came and one of the songs you wrote was nominated. “This is such an achievement for you! I feel like a proud mom,” your manager said. “Yeah, just wait for this album to drop, and then it’ll be me holding the Grammy,” You smiled and quickly sent a message to the artist who picked up your song. As you sent the message, you looked up and saw the nominations for best group/duo. You had expected it, but it still stung. Your manager was away on a phone call and you were internally debating whether you should send a text to congratulate the guys. You were proud of them, of course. They really deserve it, you thought and sighed as you began to draft a text to all the guys. Before you could send your message, you received an unexpected one.

‘Congratulations on the song nomination. I knew it was something special,’ you read and bit your lip. You remembered the day you wrote that song in Berlin after one of BTS’ concerts. You had gotten inspired during the concert and couldn’t stop writing, even when you were at the hotel with Yoongi. He joked that the song must’ve been something special if it was keeping you from him. You had eventually given it to another artist after you were having trouble producing it. You had wanted Yoongi to produce it and it would’ve been, but his schedule at the time was picking up so he was forced to decline. ‘Thanks, congratulations to you too. Proud of you,’ You sent and sent the other message to the rest of the guys before tossing your phone on the couch and going to the kitchen. Your manager had finally come back from her phone call with a big smile that you recognized instantly. “What happened?,” You smiled at her face. “What are you talking about,” she questioned and joined you in the kitchen. “You have your good news face on,” you laughed and jumped up excitedly.

“Tell me, tell me!”

“We got a call, they want you to perform the song at the Grammys!”

What about love?/ I love you.

It was enough to know that he was watching and you hoped he knew that you meant every word that you sang. Music was the one thing that remained between you two, it was the one way you both communicated freely. As you stood on that stage, you were sharing a small sliver of everything the past 4 years entailed. Your growth, your love, your pain, and Yoongi. Though he was no longer yours, that love would be forever engrained in your song.

He was so enchanted by you and the music. It ached to see you on that stage in front of him and not beside him where he always wanted you. It felt like the arena disappeared and it was just you and him. You’ve never sung like this before, he thought. Each word, every syllable, every breath was heavy with emotional weight; it dripped in the painful bitter notes of heartbreak. He knew that your eyes were closed as you replayed every moment that led to that one in your head because he was too. Listening to the song was like listening to the score of your moments; moments that were now painful to bear. He couldn’t close his eyes though, he knew that he wasn’t meant to. So, he just watched and let a sly teardrop drip.

You slowly opened your eyes as you held out the last bit of lyrics and your eyes met his instantly. The crowd cheered, but you only looked at him. He rose to his feet and clapped. You smiled and glanced around the arena. Sure, you would always love Yoongi, but there would never be anything like your love for music. Deep down, there would be part of you that would long for him. The other? It would always thank him for letting you go.

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8bitscarlet · 3 years ago

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Around the World in One Night

Summary: When the group walks down memory lane back to their high school days, you realize Wanda didn't live that conventional life and you're bound and determined to change that.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: A lovely request from @when-wolves-howl that's just pure fluff 💞! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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“Don’t roll your eyes, you know I’m right!” Sam yells out, jumping over the couch and landing in the empty spot next to Bucky.

“No, no! The worst part was when they flipped on the lights and you see all that damn steam from everyone sweating!” you counter Sam’s point, Clint nodding his head as he agrees with you.

Maria gags to your right, sitting on the ground next to Nat’s legs, “The steam! I can’t even imagine how bad we smelt afterwards.”

Chuckling, Sam shakes his head and leans forward onto his knees, “You two are dead wrong. It was all of the grinding.”

At the sound of that cursed word, everyone lets out a lengthy groan. Cringing as everyone went back to high school and remembered attending proms and formals. Dressing up in suits that were too big and dresses that looked like a truckload of glitter had fallen on them.

“Jesus,” you mutter out, “Don’t remind me.” with a chuckle, you glance over at Wanda.

Her eyes squint with her laughter but you notice the lack of brightness in her eyes. As she looks over to you, taking your hand back in hers, you can see the confusion on her face as everyone tries to rank all of the line dances from worst to best.

You spent the rest of the evening helping her dodge questions of people asking her about her favorite memories from proms and intercepting them with embarrassing stories about yourself. Wanda’s hand never left yours except when she escaped to refill her glass and spent an extra moment to herself, hidden.

As the night ended and everyone scattered, you and Wanda walked hand and hand back to your rooms. She’d been quiet for sometime, eyes glazed over in thought from the moment you pulled her up from her crossed leg position on the couch to now, stopping in front of her door.

“Hey,” you grin softly and pull her back to the world, “you okay?”

She clears her throat quickly, standing up a little straight, “Yeah, I just… trying to imagine what it was like.”

The moment her words hit your ears, your eyes widen in realization. She didn’t have the luxuries that most of you here had, the embarrassment of dancing in a group of students that were squashed like sardines in the middle of the gym. While you all were shouting at the DJ to change the song, Wanda was living through a civil unrest. As most of you were begging your parents to hurry up and take photos before leaving, Wanda had already lost her parents. Sucking in a careful breath, you smack your hand against your forehead,

“Oh shit. I totally.. Wanda. I’m so sorry.”

Wanda clenches her brows as she plays with a strand of her auburn hair, “Why are you apologizing? I got out of awkward slow dances,” she chuckles but you can hear the sadness behind it, “Hey, I’m going to hit the hay early.”

You watch as her eyes quickly glance back at her bed, shoulders drooping low, “You sure?”

Stepping up onto her tiptoes, she presses a soft kiss against your cheek and gives a soft nod, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With a timid wave, you give a grin as Wanda starts to shut the door. As she returns your wave and gives a soft giggle before she’s obscured by the door, you wait for the soft click of it settling into place. As soon as it does, you’re sprinting down the stairs. Everyone had been munching on some snacks in the kitchen as you barreled down the steps.

You reach out and grab Sam’s shirt as he starts to walk away, hearing him gag as the collar presses against his throat. Waving your hands for everyone to get closer to the island and pay attention to you, you smile brightly as you look at everyone.

“Who wants to relive their glory days?”

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Smoothing out your fancy clothes, you run your hands through your hair as you walk down the hallway towards Wanda’s room. She hadn’t come out today besides to steal a quick late breakfast and give you a quick ‘hello’ kiss. You’re certain last night was full of memories she didn’t want to revisit and an odd sense of isolation for not having experienced the Chicken Dance.

Clearing your throat as you glance down the hall and see Sam peek around the corner, you give a wink before knocking on the door in front of you. The door opens and Wanda stands there in front of you, a messy bun atop her head and your sweats that she has to roll up on her hips so they don’t drag on the floor. Her eyes glide down your body, noticing that you aren’t just wearing your usual tshirt and jeans.

“What… we didn’t have a date today did we?”

Smiling, you let out a whooping cough that echoes down the hallway. Wanda cocks her brow as you clasp your hands in front of you, rocking back and forth on your feet. Before she can ask what you’re planning, grunting comes from down the hall and Wanda leans out of the threshold. She gasps, looking at you but you’re trying not to laugh as you watch Bucky and Sam, mostly Sam, drag a whole door down the hallway.

Sam groans, pushing it upright and you shoot your eyes to Bucky, slapping your hand over your mouth to contain your chuckle.

“It’s the wrong way,” Bucky whispers.

“No shit!” Sam whispers back to him, shoving it backwards so Bucky has to catch it before it crashes back into Steve's door.

Muttering curses at Sam, Bucky swiftly turns it around, his smile beams out as Sam let’s out a ‘ta-da!’ On the door, you’ve painted in bright red letters the words:

Wanda, I A-DOOR U. Be my date 2 Prom?

“Oh my god,” Wanda is giggling next to you, her cheeks as bright as the paint on the door, “who’s door did you take?”

You feel the slight crunch of thin plastic in your hand and you open your hand wider as Sam steps behind you, “Where the hell is my door?!”

The yell comes from the end of the hall and Bucky and Sam whip their heads to each other. Bucky doesn’t even wait for Sam to grab the other end of the door before he’s sprinting towards the stairs to hide the incriminating evidence. Grinning as you hold up the plastic container in your hand, you give the flowers inside a soft wiggle.

“I couldn’t remember who got corsages and who got boutonnieres. Honestly, I thought they were both corsages but uh…” you close your eyes and take in a deep breath, “Hold on. Will you go to prom with me?”

“Are you kidding? Of course!” Wanda jumps into the air, the flowers falling to the ground as her legs wrap around your waist, lips finding each other in a flurry. As she giggles against your lips, you pull away as she falls into a contagious laugh, pressing her face into your neck, “I can’t believe you stole Nat’s door.”

You chuckle, “Anything for you, babe. I’d steal everyone’s door.”

“Oh man, I’m going to need something to wear.”

With a nod, you slide your arms away from Wanda and carefully place her back onto her feet. Jerking your head back, you can hear Nat’s quiet complaints from Maria.

“I requested some help,” you say just as you’re shoved out of the way by Nat, “Sam brought up using your door.”

“I’ll deal with him later,” she grumbles, adjusting the dresses in her arms as Maria carries a duffel bag full of shoes and makeup, “Right now, Wanda here is my only priority.”

Reaching out, you stop Wanda from being dragged back inside her room too quickly and smile, “I’ll pick you up around seven?”

Her eyes twinkle as she watches you, sending a warmth through your body as her thumb gently strokes your hand, “Sounds like a plan.”

She leans forward once more to press her lips against yours, a sigh escaping you as you fall into her. Unfortunately, you’re not alone to continue stepping into her room as Maria shoves you back through the threshold.

“Shoo! We have important things to do right now!”

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Even though it was almost half the day until “prom” started, you didn’t have time to get nervous and start to overthink the plan because it was up to you and the rest of the gang to set everything up. Steve and Bucky were tasked with getting all of the cutout cardboards and party decorations that were supposed to help depict the theme, Around the World.

Sam and Clint were scrambling around two finding plates and the food and drinks for the night. You were busy getting a buffet amount of fast food for Wanda and her makeup crew so they wouldn’t get hungry and come out and see the decorations. You wanted the night to be as authentic as it was during school, so you needed a key attendee of all the school dances you went to. And that was how you had ended up at Fury’s office door, asking him if he’d like to play a principal for the night, all alone with no backup.

He looked at you with his infamous glower as you explained everything to him. Before he could come up with an excuse of not having to go through with this, his phone buzzed next to his hand. Both of you stared at each other for a moment before he glanced over at it. With a sigh he stood up and said,

“Agent Romanoff thinks this is a good idea. If you all want to play high school again, that means no alcohol.”

You weren't about to argue over his rule and risk losing out on the only person who could probably keep Sam and Clint under control for the night.

When you finally got back, streamers were hanging down from the lights, sofas pushed out of the way and replaced with tables that surrounded the temporary dance floor.

Clint and Sam were arguing about which of their playlists to use, saying that the Sokovian music they had on each of theirs was better. Bucky and Steve were setting up the fake entrance near the stairs and door and setting up the camera for the infamous prom photo.

You were busy readjusting the cardboard cutouts through the Compound that was starting to fog up with the smoke machines.

Muttering to yourself, you point at each cutout of the Seven Wonders of the World, “Taj Mahal, Machu Picchu, and… the Brooklyn bridge? What the hell guys!”

“They didn’t have the Great Wall of China!” Steve shouts as he whips Bucky with a boa to get him to stop messing around.

Sighing, you glance down at your watch and feel your heart jump into your throat. “Hey, are we ready to go? People are going to start showing up!”

Everyone shouts out an excited agreement and you point at Fury with a large grin as you start to head towards the stairs. He rolls his eye before begrudgingly walking to the front door to let the invited Shield agents into the Compound and the rest of the Avengers that somehow got out of helping you set up.

As you climb the stairs, you point down at Carol and Thor who come in already incredibly rowdy. Carol catches your stare, knowing she had agreed to help you convince Fury, and quickly waves before sneaking into the fog.

Shaking your head as early 2000’s music comes blaring through Tony’s speakers, you walk towards Wanda’s door. Maria and Natasha step out, winking at you in their fancy dresses as their heels click down the hallway.

You pull in a calming breath as you reach out to knock against Wanda’s door and wait silently as the party below gets louder. As soon as the door opens, your breath gets knocked out from your chest. You let out a whistle as your eyes glide down her body, noticing the slit in her red dress that rises up her thigh. Wanda’s green eyes roll to the back of her head as she smacks your shoulder playfully, closing her door behind her.

“Oho, you’re going for the horny teenager act?” she smirks, pressing a kiss on her cheek, giggling as she wipes away the lipstick stain on your skin.

You chuckle, taking her cool hand in yours as you slide the corsage onto her wrist and carefully pin the boutonniere to her dress, “I bet we’ll find a couple of horny teenagers tonight.’

She hums gently, sliding on your corsage and pinning your boutonniere. Holding out your elbow, both of you start your walk down the stairs as your eyes stay locked on her face. You watch her face fall in disbelief at the crowd that’s shown up and all of the bright decorations that fill the usually minimalist Compound.

A huge spinning globe projects down onto the dance floor as people are already bouncing around on it. The tables are covered with cloths depicting various countries around the world and you can smell the collision of spices with all the different take out foods. Wanda grips your arm tightly, eyes flashing to every corner in eager anticipation to get down there.

Reaching the flower arch entrance, you guide Wanda towards the cheesy paper background that’s set up in front of the camera. Laughing as the photographer guides you into the perfect pose, you place your hands on Wanda’s stomach as you both stand sideways towards the camera and smile. The flash explodes brightly and you two are pushed towards the dance as Sam and Clint try to put on every prop they can.

Fury is standing there, watching each person that walks in, almost searching for someone within the crowd. As you start getting closer, talking to Wanda about all of the decorations, you see who he was searching for. His hand reaches out behind you and snatches the lapel of Sam’s suit and yanks him in close,

“If I see you hoodlums breaking any of the rules, the dance is over.” Slowly, he moves his dark eye towards Sam and gently tilts his head, “I’ve got my eye on you, son.”

With his attention distracted, a wide eyed Clint flies through the entrance past Fury. You can hear the clinking of flasks in his pants hitting each other, filled with alcohol that will no doubt find its way into the huge punch bowl. If he got caught, you're certain he stuffed alcohol away in the vents for Sam to get to.

Wanda pulls at your arm and guides your attention to a dark corner of the dance floor. You look past the horrible dance moves coming from Steve as Bucky laughs at him and catch sight of the horny teenagers you told Wanda you’d find. Nat has Maria pushed up against the wall as they’re entranced with each other, the dance floor a million miles away from them. You chuckle, stepping away from Wanda and holding out your hand,

“What do you say? A trip around the world tonight?”

Wanda smiles, placing her hand in yours as you pull her into you. Stepping carefully onto the dance floor, the music slows into a more traditional sounding song. You watch Wanda stare past you for a moment before her eyes widen with realization at what she’s hearing.

“You’re playing Sokovian music?”

You chuckle, twisting your wrist as you twirl Wanda out quickly, “Told you. Around the world.”

As she spins back to you, her arms rise up your body and wrap around your neck, “I can’t believe you did this.”

Shrugging, you glance around you at the crowd of people before you’re pulled back into those emerald eyes, “You deserve to experience all of this awkwardness, too. Besides, no one else I want to share a slow dance with.”

Wanda smiles, fingers gliding across the back of your neck as her lips find yours again. Your lips move perfectly together, as you breathe her spellbinding perfume in deeply. You can feel the way her lips spread out into a smile, a chuckle coming from her as she kisses your jaw gently.

“Just please, don’t start a grind line.” Wanda whispers into your ear, “You’re my date all night.”

You raise your brows with a grin, “Just tonight?”

Wanda steps closer into you, her breath warm against your neck as you feel the goosebumps spread over your skin. You grin as your feet stop moving and both of you are just swaying to the music together.

“I think... you can be my date every night.”

Her green eyes are locked to yours, both of you falling into each the same way Maria and Nat have done already. Leaning forward, you close your eyes as you feel her lips skim yours. Before you can press your lips to hers, someone slams into you and yanks you back a few inches from Wanda.

You grip their suit tightly and see Sam looking wildly around you, “I don’t know where Fury went. But keep room for jesus or he’ll find the alcohol in the punch!”

With that, Sam sprints off to try and find Clint as you frown and stare at where he runs. Wanda’s cool hand presses against your cheek and pulls you back to her,

“You think they’ll get expelled?” Wanda chuckles, her nose guiding across your skin gently.

Pulling her body back against you, you grin, “I think we’ll get expelled for kissing.”

Wanda hums, “We’re too cool for school, anyway.”

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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City Lights . ( Namjoon x OC)

Pairing : OC x Kim Namjoon.

Genre : Angst. Romance.

Rating 18 +

Word Count : 2900

Warnings : Mature Themes , Explicit Sexual Content . Slow burn. Like slower than a snail.

Summary :

Widowed and destitute, Son Yang Mi leaves the comfort of her small , secluded fishing village and travels to the intimidating city of Seoul with her young son. She has a plan, one that involves finding a job, getting her son into a good school and building a life for herself.

Now, three years later she has a job , working as a live in house keeper for the Kim family, specifically for the son, Kim Namjoon, a famous rapper and producer.

Its a job that puts a roof over her head and she’ll do anything to keep it.

But fate has other plans.

Chapter 1 ~

Akogare (ah-koh-ga-reh)Often translated directly as a sort of frustrated “yearning”, “desire”, or “longing” .

Seoul in summer was a sight to behold. I blinked back against the bright sunlight, staring out into the stunning skyline of the city as the sun rose over it , and although it was just a little past seven in the morning, the air was warm and invigorating. The mid July sun shone down with no mercy, and there was no trace of the rain that had lashed city just the previous night.

It had been three whole years but the relief that came from breathing fresh air, untainted by the damp musk of fishing trowels and sweaty men, was still unrivalled.

I shook off the feather duster in my hand, moving to carefully clean the wicker woven chairs on the artificial lawn in the balcony. Dusting the entire condo down was a mind numbing exercise in patience, so i tried to get it out of the way, early in the morning when my son was still asleep.

At six years old, Junsu was a bright , happy child. Summer vacation meant days sleeping in and evenings spent frolicking with the other kids in the building and he was content with being alone in our small shared room, reading or playing with his toys while I went about the day’s work.

I glanced at the clock, grimacing.

It was almost eight . And although Mr. Kim wasn’t due back home for another twelve hours, I felt a little jittery and nervous.

Kim Namjoon , renowned rapper, producer, writer , poet and what not. The apartment was his but he was usually on tour, traveling all over the world to promote his book and to perform in sold out stadiums. For an A list celebrity, he was surprisingly humble.

For the past three years, him and his model fiancée Lee Mina had spent a total of maybe seven months in the condo. They were a sweet couple, or so I’d always thought , a bit formal with each other but clearly in love . Mr. Kim was a kind, soft spoken young man and I’d never heard him raise his voice unless he was in the company of his very dear friends.

Just a little over a week ago , both of them had left Korea for the States , the tabloids screaming about a luxurious destination wedding in the Caribbean and I had been asked to take a few weeks off . The newly weds wouldn’t be back for quite a while and they would let me know when I had to come back to the condo.

I’d been toying with the idea of visiting my in laws in Gwangyog, maybe even dropping by to see some old friends there but yesterday , Mr. Kim’s mother had given me a call letting me know her son was coming home.

[

The conversation went something like this :

Yang Mi, I hope you haven’t left yet?

No, Ma'am, I haven’t.

Joon-ah is going to be back tomorrow.

Oh, is Ms Lee arriving as well?

No, Just him He’s going to be alone.

Yes, Ma'am.

Please don’t mention anything about Mina or the wedding.

No ma'am of course not.

I’ll drop by later . Cook him something warm and filling. And make sure the house is cleaned well.

Yes, Ma’ am.

]

And that was that.

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It took the better part of the day to finish cleaning and setting up the house . I washed the window slats, changed the sheets, arranged the books that had been left scattered all over his bedroom. The walk-in closet was littered with a bunch of his clothes and I made sure his gym bag was stocked with fresh towels, spare clothes and his favorite head and wrist bands.

For someone so careful and calculated, he was really quite a messy man.

i did his laundry, making sure he had ample clothes at least for another two weeks, creasing the handkerchiefs and carefully removing lint from his jackets.

I also carefully sorted out the feminine clothing from the laundry and from the cupboard, folding them neatly and placing them in the lowest shelf of the closet, where he wouldn’t find them. It wasn’t hard, hiding traces of his fiancee from the condo, because it had never really been her home. other than a few spare pieces of underwear and a couple of t shirts and skirts, there weren’t many articles of clothing belonging to Ms. Lee.

But I still got rid of the bobby pins and hair ties, the spare lip gloss and mascara.

Junsu spent the entire day in our room, reading and drawing, only venturing out every few hours to grab a snack. I left him with his drawing tab ( a gift from Mr. Kim for his 5th birthday ) and his favorite book, asking the security guard at the end of the hallway to keep an eye on the door, while i went out to buy groceries.

Lots of meat, no sea food, healthy snacks and high protein fiber bars. I stocked up on sauces and bought a fresh batch of eggs, oranges and grapes . Mrs. Kim had sent a large amount of kimchi a few weeks ago and that was still in the pantry.

i stopped for a second, staring around at the almost deserted store. Most of the other housekeepers shopped at the bigger, more exclusive store on the other side of the residential complex. But Mr. Kim had a very selective palette, which meant that I had to be very particular about the brands i bought.

When i came back home at around six, Junsu was on the floor in the living space and i felt my heart jump in panic.

“Baby!! I’ve told you not to come out here when I’m not home!” I protested bleakly and he pouted.

“I need to show you my gift for Mr. Kim!!” He said softly. I smiled moving to put away the groceries and glancing at the clock. It was a little past six. I had to call Yungyu.

“Did you draw him something ? “ I asked curiously, checking to see if the beer shelf was stocked. probably should have done that before going out for the groceries, I thought regretfully.

“Yeah! Look!!” Junsu held his tab out and my heart dropped.

For a six year old, Junsu drew very well. And there was really no mistaking the very obvious wedding scene on the screen.

Oh, Good God.

“ That looks amazing honey.” I said gently. “ But, I heard that Ms Lee isn’t coming over this time..”

Junsu frowned.

“Why?”

“Well, I’m not sure. But remember how we spoke about saying the right things? When something upsets someone, we do not bring it up.” I reminded him gently. My son hesitated but nodded.

“Okay. I’m sorry. “ He said softly.

“No baby, its not your fault. It’s just that we want Mr. Kim to be happy right? We don’t wanna upset him...”

He smiled at that.

“When he’s happy, his dimples come out.” He said with a giggle. I laughed.

“yes they do... So let’s try and get those dimples out as often as we can alright? Why don’t you show him that picture you drew of yeontan the other day? He’ll really like that....”

“Okay...but i need to go color it!” Junsu yelled, already running back into our room. I watched him go before reaching for the phone and dialing, Yungyu, the chauffeur.

“Are you on the way here? ” i said briskly.

“Just starting from home...” Yungyu muttered, “ I’m supposed to be on vacation now! Why is he coming back so soon?”

“Just hurry up !! We can’t keep him waiting!!” I said sharply, before hanging up.

I made a quick check of all the rooms, filling up water bottles for his gym routine in the morning and stashing them in the fridge before moving to get dinner started.

i set the water on boil for the stew, before moving to peel cucumbers for the salad. I chopped the cucumber , along with some fresh cherry tomatoes . I watched the water boil, thinly slicing an onion and adding it to the bowl as well. The dressing was pretty simple, soy sauce, rice vinegar, honey and sesame oil . I sprinkled some sesame seeds on the bowl, used the salad tongs to give the whole thing a nice toss and set it aside.

I braised the chicken first , peeling and chopping potatoes and carrots to add to the stew . In a few minutes, the rich smell of lightly spiced chicken and garlic and perilla leaves began filling the kitchen and I turned on the rice cooker as well.

The door bell rang at six forty and i opened the door to reveal Yungyu.

I grabbed the keys to the Palisade, handing them over to him.

“Did you hear?” He whispered urgently.

I frowned.

“What?”

“They say Mr. Kim called off the wedding!” He whispered, wide eyed.

I glared at him.

“Who told you that?” i demanded...

“Seojoon from the gate said-”

“Why don’t you ask Seojoon from the gate to mind his own damn business?” I snapped.

Yungyu looked suitably chastised. i felt a little bad. Yungyu was still young and curiosity was hardly a sin.

“His flight lands at eight exactly. Hurry okay?” I said with a smile, ruffling his hair.

He brightened, peering over my shoulder into the house.

“Where’s the little one?” He asked curiously.

“ Painting something for Mr. Kim... Go ahead, hurry up.” I shooed him away, locking the door behind him. I fixed a plate of food for Junsu and sent him to eat, before moving to check on the stew. +

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By the time eight thirty rolled around I had the table set and ready. I washed my face quickly in the small bath attached to our room , making sure I was dressed well. Junsu wasn’t allowed in the main house unless Mr. Kim specifically asked for him and my son usually stayed in.

Junsu and I stayed in a bedroom , not large by any means but big enough for a queen sized bed, a table and chair for Junsu and small dresser where I kept a comb and a tube of night cream. I stared at my face, licking my lips as I smoothed my hair out.

I glanced at the bed.

Junsu was asleep , having dozed off while coloring his picture and I carefully extracted the tab from under his fingers, moving him around to lay on the soft pillows. I tucked him in gently, brushing the hair off his face.

“In peace , I will lie down to sleep, for You alone will let me rest in safety.” I whispered gently against his forehead, kissing the soft skin. I felt my lips wobble , a debilitating wave of affection flooding me as the sweet scent of my baby, filled my senses.

I would die for you, I thought fiercely, kissing him again.

The sound of the front door opening made me jump.

Swearing, i smoothed the fabric of my skirt, running to the kitchen.

“Thank you for picking me up Yungyu, I’m sorry you had to cut short on your vacation.” Mr. Kim’s deep voice filled the hallway and I quickly grabbed a glass, filling it with water and placing it on the dinner tray.

“Not a problem, Sir. “ Yungyu’s cheerful voice responded.

“How are you going home?” Mr. Kim asked.

“I’ll take the bus.”

A pause and then,

“Here’s some cash. Get a cab.”

I could hear the relief in Yungyu’s voice as he let out a , “ Thank you sir.”

I fixed his plate carefully, the bowl of rice, the bowl of chicken stew, and the salad neatly arranged next to the napkin and the chopsticks. I heard him move across the condo, the sound of his suitcases as he wrestled them towards his bedroom and I frowned. Yungyu should’ve have brought those in for him.

I finished reheating all of the food and carefully carried the dinner tray to the bedroom.

Mr. Kim’s bedroom was right at the end of the hallway and the door was open. The full length mirror on the opposite wall showed him sitting on the small couch in his room, legs spread and elbows resting on his knees as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I raised my hand, ready to knock on the wood.

“Fuck!” He shouted, kicking out at the coffee table with enough force to send the furniture skidding half way across the room.

I froze in the hallways stunned.

“You’re such a fucking fool , Namjoon !!” He muttered angrily and I swallowed, turning on my heel and quickly walking back to the kitchen.

Maybe I ought to wait till he asked for dinner.

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He didn’t ask for dinner.

I stayed sitting on the floor of the kitchen, waiting and lightly dozing as I heard him talk to his parents on the phone. I heard him open the liquor cabinet in his room, the sound of ice sloshing against glass, the sound of whiskey being poured carefully and i sighed.

I had to get to bed. It was already a little past eleven.

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Sometime in the night, I woke up sweating....

Wondering what woke me up, I blinked groggily, glancing at Junsu. He was still sound asleep.

Sighing, I climbed out of the bed, carefully making my way to Mr. Kim’s room, peering in carefully.

He was asleep on the sofa.

I stared at the way his long legs stretched over the armrest, his lean hips twisted to accommodate his broad shoulders on the couch and I winced. He was definitely going to regret that in the morning.

I stared at the half empty bottle of whiskey on the table and sighed, moving to take off his shoes carefully. He didn’t stir.

I grabbed a pillow from the bed, carefully lifting his head and slipping it under. I placed a comforter over his shoulders, pulling it down to cover his legs.

Force of habit almost made me brush his hair off his forehead but I stopped myself.

The clock on the wall read three fifty am. God, I was going to feel terrible tomorrow. I carefully tip toed out, shutting the door behind me

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I picked the comforter from the floor, carefully folding it and placing it on the bed, before grabbing the empty bottle of whiskey and glass . i could hear the shower running. The curtains were still drawn in and I tugged on the strings to get them to open. Sunlight spilled in through the floor length windows. The bed wasn’t slept in, so I opened the closet to grab a couple of towels, laying them on the bed for him.

The bathroom door opened and i quickly straightened, wanting to race out of the room but it was too late. Thankfully he was dressed, a pair of loose sweats and a loose t shirt . He was running a towel through his hair and his face brightened at the sight of me.

“Yang Mi! You’re here....” He said cheerfully.

“Good morning sir.” I said softly, offering him a small smile.

He smiled brightly, hair damp and dimples deep. The white t shirt he had on was almost fully soaked through and he shook his head, sending stray water droplets all over the place, a few landing on my cheeks.

“I didn’t see you last night...” He said casually, moving to drop the wet towel in the hamper, grabbing one of the fresh ones I’d laid on the bed.

“I thought you would like your privacy sir, you looked exhausted.”

He smiled.

“ Thank you for the blanket and the pillow by the way. And the shoes.”

I bowed quickly.

“I’ll get your breakfast done, sir.” I bowed again before quickly getting out.

I moved to the kitchen grabbing the oranges I’d got the previous day . Mr. Kim wasn’t fond of traditional korean dishes in the morning. He preferred freshly squeezed juice and toast, sometimes with an omelet perhaps.

I fixed his breakfast quickly, setting it all in the tray . He was still moving around in the bedroom and I heard him drag his worktable to the windows, which meant he was going to stay in the bedroom.

Pouring his coffee into a cup, I carefully picked up the breakfast tray , moving to his room slowly.

I used my foot to knock on the door.

After a pause of a few seconds,

“Come in Yang Mi!”

I carefully moved to the small table in front of the couch, placing the tray right in front of him. The scent of his body wash, green apple and strawberries, hit me hard.

“Where’s Junsu?” He asked casually.

“Still asleep sir. It’s Summer so school’s out.” I smiled, grabbing his phone from the table to make space for his tray.

The phone buzzed just as I was about to place it back down and I blinked.

Mina calling.......

I swallowed, not sure what to do, placing the phone down quickly.

“Uh..you have ...” I waved vaguely at the device before bowing again and moving back.

“close the door on your way out, Yang Mi...” He said gently and I quickly obeyed.

I moved to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee for myself. I stayed leaning over the counter and even through the locked door, I could hear him .

“Just don’t call me Mina...i don’t want to talk about this!!!”

I swallowed, glancing out of the window again. It was a bright, clear morning.

A second later, the door to his bedroom slammed open and he stormed out. I watched him from my spot in the kitchen, his fists clenched as he rushed out to the front door.

The door shut behind him and I exhaled.

Once I as done with my coffee, I moved to his room to clear the breakfast tray. His phone was still on the table.

It began ringing again just as I left the room.

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"Mrs. Kim.” i said respectfully, bowing . She gave me a short smile.

“Where’s Namjoon? I’ve been calling him for the past hour.” She pushed past me into the house and I bit my lips.

“He went out about an hour ago. He left his phone behind.” I explained.

She stopped, sighing.

“Fine, I’ll wait for him. “ She moved to sit on the couch, glancing around the room.

“Should I get you something ma'am?” I asked softly and she smiled.

“Get me a glass of lemonade, Yangmi.” She said brusquely and i nodded, running to the kitchen.

“Did Mina come over?” She called out as I got the lemons out of the cooler.

“No ma'am.” i replied.

“Did she call?”

I remembered the phone ringing, how upset it had made Namjoon, how he had stormed out.

“I don’t know ma'am!” I said softly.

She nodded.

“Okay. You can leave.” She said quietly. i bowed and went back into the kitchen.

I peered out of the window as I fixed her a glass , and my eyes fell on a familiar figure, coming back in through the front gate. Even from this distance there was no mistaking the long legs and messy blonde hair.

I bit my lips, mind racing.

Mrs Kim and her son had a volatile relationship, to say the least.

And something told me that Mr. Kim was probably not in the right frame of mind to argue with his mother, now. The man was upset but apparently, neither his mother nor his ex fiancée understood that. instead of giving him space they were hounding him.

I hesitated for a second before making a quick decision.

I grabbed the tray with her lemonade and moved to her quickly.

“Thank you.” She said sharply. “ Turn on the Air Conditioner for me, will you?”

I fumbled with the remote, grabbing his phone from the table , turning it on before moving to the front door and rushing out.

I almost ran into him as he came out of the elevator , and i jerked back stumbling a bit to stop myself from crashing into his chest. He let out a , ‘ Whoa, “ his hands reaching out to grip my elbows.

“Careful. What’s wrong?” He asked gently and I swallowed.

“Your mother’s here.” I said quickly, “ Sir.”

“Oh, fuck.” He groaned. I swallowed.

“You can leave.” I blurted out. “It’s Tuesday. She has her charity work meeting at ten. Its almost nine. She won’t stay long....”

His eyes met mine, lips parting in surprise.

“I really can’t meet her now.” He said apologetically.

I nodded.

“Of course, I understand , sir. Just be back in an hour , she’ll be go-”

The elevator buzzed , the doors nearly closing over my shoulders and I flinched. He swore and stuck his arm out to keep it open.

I stared at him before holding his phone out.

“Here you go sir. “

He chuckled taking it from me and shaking his head.

“i feel like a kid, sneaking away from my mom.” His eyes reached mine, twinkling, “ Who would’ve thought the quiet, timid Yang Mi would be my partner in crime. “

I didn’t reply, just smiled.

And then he hesitated. “ Is Junsu awake?”

I blinked.

“Uh...yes sir,...he’s playing in the park downstairs with the other kids.”

“Great... Would you mind if i take him out for ice cream?”

I stared at him.

“Oh..uh...of course not. Sure.. I mean.. he’ll love that... Sir. Thank you.. You don’t have to -”

“Consider it thank you for helping me with my mother.” He smiled again and i found myself staring at his dimples again. i swallowed.

“in that case, he loves butter scotch.” I smiled.

The dimples appeared and i bit my lips.

“Thank you Yang Mi.” He said slowly.

“Yes, Sir.”

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Author’s Note : Finally a hyungline fic !!! ugh... I’ve been wanting to write a Namjoon fic for ages and I really hope you guys will like this one :’( Feedback is much appreciated.

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jokertrap-ran · 3 years ago

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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Charlie’s 5✩ Inspiration: Daytime Spiritualities [昼日疑魂] Date Translation (Prologue)

“An eligible fiancée should always be prepared to make some sacrifices in the name of love.”

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Even the unluckiest soul in the world will one day meet a stroke of good luck at some odd point in time.

For example, I'd gone out to purchase some batteries last week, only to somehow win a chance to try out a new model of Home Projector. All I had to do was to give them feedback about it afterwards, and the projector was mine.

What a rare stroke of good luck! Shouldn’t I share some with the exceptional “Mr. Perfect” as well?

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Setting my mind to it, I dialled the number I knew by heart.

Charlie: How rare it is for you to be the one calling me.

MC: Cut the crap. I'm here because I need something from you.

MC: Are you free this Saturday, Charlie?

Charlie: I… probably don't have any shifts on that day.

Charlie: Ah, I know now. You're asking me out for a date? Please tell me it's not for a Saturday candle-lit dinner.

MC: Dream on. Dinner's a stretch and candles are a no-go.

Charlie: How dull.

Charlie: But, yes. You do have a point there. My presence overshadows any candlelight before me, so long as I am around.

MC: I'm starting to regret ever calling you.

MC: I'm not going to tell you what we're going to be doing so just wait till Saturday and you'll know.

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Saturday arrived much faster than I thought. I went out grocery shopping early on Saturday morning to give Charlie, "his highness", a grand welcome.

I passed the hospital on my way home when something extravagantly gold suddenly caught my attention.

A gold leaf-painted car. One with extremely showy butterfly doors. There, it stood; sticking out like a sore thumb amidst the calm serenity of the hospital.

This grandiose display of extravagance was something all too familiar to me…

Who else would do this, but Charlie?

MC: But… Why's he at the hospital today?

MC: Didn't he say that he didn't have any scheduled shifts?

Unable to restrain my curiosity, I decided to head into the hospital and have a look for myself.

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Hurried footsteps sounded inside the IPD (In-Patient Department) as people came and went. Medicinal bottles clinked, and soft murmuring came from the Doctors and Patients down in the Wards. The IPD’s corridor was already abuzz with life this early in the morning.

Yet, the door to Charlie’s office was shut tight with nary a sound.

MC: How quiet. Is he not in his office?

I gently pushed the door open, only to be stunned speechless by the scene that greeted me inside his office…

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Charlie was lifelessly sprawled on the floor. His eyes were closed, and it was deathly silent.

The fridge by his side was wide open. The enzyme drinks and the fruit and vegetable juices within were exposed to the open as the fridge expelled cool air. White sheets of document paper were scattered all over the floor.

MC: Charlie?

Said person sprawled on the ground didn't move a finger, much less make a sound.

"An Employee's Sudden Death In the Early Morning", "Inside the Medical Industry: Why Work Crazy Overtime Hours". Possible headlines started running through my head, causing my mental alarm bells to start ringing.

MC: Hey? Hey! Are you okay!?

I flung my shopping bag to the side, quickly reaching out to place my finger under his nose to check if he was breathing.

MC: Phew… At least he's still breathing.

Just as I was about to turn tail and ask for help, I felt my fingers get caught in a soft and warm hold.

Charlie: Wait.

MC: !?

MC: Are you okay?

The person on the ground reached out to pinch my trembling fingers, shaking them twice in what was supposedly affirmation.

The heart that had leapt to my throat upon finding him settled back down, but doubt still remained.

MC: How… How do you feel now?

Charlie raised his head in a daze, looking like a right mess with tired black circles under his eyes.

Charlie: %#*$&...

MC: ???

MC: Wait, were you just asleep earlier!?

Charlie was just like a lion who’d awoken from slumber. He leisurely rubbed his eyes sleepily, the action itself seemingly giving you the answer to your question.

MC: ……

I started to replay everything I’d seen earlier in my mind… Steady breathing, warmness, and even the ever so faint snoring that came out from his parted lips...

Looks like I'm truly the one who’d jumped to conclusions here.

Recalling how I’d totally been frightened out of my own wits upon finding him earlier, I suddenly felt my cheeks grow hot.

MC: But, why are you sleeping on the floor? Are you that tired that you just crashed on the spot?

Charlie: As if. I purposely chose to sleep on the floor.

Charlie paused for a second, gathering up all his documents that were scattered all over the floor before rightening himself and walking over to bask under the morning light that filtered in. However, the expression he wore was still a little out of place.

Charlie: Once you’ve tried out all of the high-end beds in the world, you’ll soon come to realize that the bed is actually a pretty inferior piece of furniture to be sleeping on.

Charlie: It is only by staying in tune with nature and reverting to primal nature that you can get the highest quality of sleep.

Charlie: And the ground is the one thing closest to nature.

MC: ...We're on the second floor here.

Charlie: I have my own manner of thinking.

MC: ……

Although it did sound ridiculous, Charlie was someone who could even the most absurd things miraculously come true. I think I've pretty much been… rendered speechless.

As I was rendered speechless, the initiator of this entire farce had settled back in front of his desk as if everything was as per usual.

Charlie: I'll have to congratulate you first, (Y/n).

Charlie: For taking the initiative to find my workplace; and advancing us a step further in our progress towards making it onto the "Guangqi City's Model Married Couple List".

MC: Sorry, but we don't seem to be married yet. So, there's no way we'll be up on that list.

Charlie: Keep at it and we'll soon qualify for it.

MC: You've got some thick skin…

Did I really need to worry about this man earlier? He has such thick and impenetrably hard skin that I don't know whether I should be pitying him or the floor his face smashes into.

MC: Still, what are you doing here on a Saturday?

MC: Didn't you say that you didn't have any scheduled shifts today?

I leaned over and stared at him with narrowed eyes.

His eyes were a little dodgy. And when paired with the dark eye circles under his eyes, it was a rare sight on this "pricelessly perfect face" of his.

Charlie: I came to the hospital today to… Ahem. To wait for my assistant to deliver the blood test report.

Charlie: Last week's report; dragged till today. I'm not one to say this, but the young doctors all have serious procrastination issues.

Charlie: If all doctors are like that, then who dares be their patient?

Charlie had his brow furrowed into a particularly deep crease at that. He turned his gaze outside the window with eyes as dark as the old senior director of the hospital, who had a head full of grey and ever so grave.

And when I moved closer to peer at the stack of documents on the table and the crooked and askew words… His face morphed into a look warmer than that of welcoming neighbours.

However, the problem here was that… Wasn't that "Ward Round Medical Records" written on top of those documents?

MC: This doesn't look like a blood test report.

Charlie: You can actually tell?

MC: If I squint at it… Your scrawl is most certainly…. Erm… Unique.

His face slightly changed at that. He swiped the document from my hand and shoved it under the table.

Charlie: Enough of that. There is no way that this can ever be my handwriting.

Charlie: My calligraphy was already level 8 out of 10 in middle school.

Charlie: This is clearly someone else's handwriting!

He purposefully angled his body so that his back was facing the documents and propped his hands on the table.

Charlie: And, back to you. Why are you in such a rush to see me?

Charlie: Come on then; let's hear it. Just where are you asking me out to?

My eyes moved to look away, the fluttery airiness in my voice no longer carrying its lilt.

MC: My house.

Charlie: ...That quickly?

There was an odd hint of hesitance in his tone, something different from his usual overwhelming confidence.

However, this minuscule hesitance of his was gone as soon as it came. Soon, the corners of his mouth lifted up as high as they could go.

Charlie: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Never thought you'd be more proactive at this than I.

Charlie: There's no need to refuse; no need to feel shy. I know.

Charlie: But still, just us alone… together? Don’t you think that’s a little too rushed? Shouldn’t you do this more romantically, at least?

MC: ...Are you still half-asleep?

Charlie raised his eyebrows before shooting me an overly enthusiastic wink.

Charlie: What do you think?

MC: If you're awake, then stop spouting nonsense.

MC: Long story short, I won a trial run of a new Home Projector model last week…

Charlie: So, you’re inviting me to your house to watch a movie with you?

I never thought that Charlie would understand what I was getting at so quickly. I hurriedly nodded.

MC: Yup!

Charlie suddenly perked up. He crossed his fingers in thought.

Charlie: I suppose that makes sense. First, a movie; and then slowly, step-by-step.

MC: ……

He “knowingly” quirks his brows at you, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

All traces of sleepiness on his face had been wiped clean from his features. Charlie stands up from his desk, seemingly having been suddenly imbued with a burst of energy.

With a faint smile on his face, he stretches his slender fingers out to hook it around the handle of the leopard-print mug on the table.

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I was caught off guard as an oddly familiar sense of deja vu overcame my senses…

It was as if a lively, yet oddly out-of-place saxophone piece had started playing in the background of his deserted office.

And there he stood, slowly coming into the view of the lens, panning forth in slow-motion. Golden sunlight filtered in from the windows, kissing the contours of his face and highlighting his profile.

Charlie: ……

He hooks his fingers onto his tie, tugging gently at it. His collar loosens, revealing his collarbones that peek out from beneath his shirt.

The knot of his tie rested next to the third button of his dress shirt. It was undone, yet not quite.

He pushed back the stray strands of hair that had fallen out of place by his sideburns.

Charlie: Does something seem off?

MC: What do you mean?

I lifted my head to peer into his cup. I could only see his reflection reflected in the waters.

MC: Not really…?

Charlie: As it should be.

MC: ?

Charlie: It appears that I am still as glamorous as always.

MC: ……

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If Narcissus, the God of Narcissism who turned into a Narcissus, were to be reborn; then his reincarnation will be none other than Charlie.

In just a mere 2 seconds, Charlie was back to his usual pompous self.

Charlie: I'm going to get changed. Please give me a moment.

With that, Charlie briskly turns around and heads into the dressing room. He muttered lowly to himself as he went, the sound trailing after him as he disappeared into a corner of the room…

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Charlie: Charlie, I don't want to be the one to say this; but what’s the matter with you today?

Charlie: Passing out in the office! Your perfect image was almost ruined!

Charlie: Thankfully, I reacted fast enough.

Smiling, Charlie shakes his head helplessly at his own mirror image.

Charlie: Still, my posture is still so very charming, even if I did pass out cold on the floor.

Charlie: Oh, perfection; your name is Charlie.

Meanwhile, I was blissfully unaware of these small theatrics going on inside the dressing room as I waited for him outside….

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Since Charlie was out, I decided to take the chance to survey his office.

The multitude of silk award banners and certificates of merit displayed on the cabinet stupefied me. I couldn’t believe the fact that all these awards belonged to Dr. Zha, who was currently piecing himself back together in the dressing room.

Suddenly, my attention was drawn to the work calendar that hung at the door. It had Charlie’s familiar handwriting scrawled on it.

MC: Is this…

The door to the dressing room opens with a thud as Charlie appears by the window, now casually dressed.

I ended up blurting out the question that was festering in my heart.

MC: Charlie, were you… working overtime overnight yesterday?

MC: Just so that you could make time for me on Saturday?

I looked at Charlie, attempting to gauge the answer from his eyes. That was when I realized that his eyes were bloodshot.

Charlie freezes for a moment. Something clicked inside his brain as he realized that he’d unwittingly overlooked a small detail. His high spirits immediately dampened.

Charlie: Do you have to say it out loud for the entire world to hear? How unromantic.

His honesty confirmed the disbelief I’d felt upon the revelation. It finally made sense now.

Charlie: No need to feel overly moved by this. An eligible fiancée should always be prepared to make some sacrifices in the name of love.

Charlie: Of course, I have to be willing to make said sacrifice as well.

He faced me with utter confidence. The sincere look in his eyes made me think that maybe this was only right.

Looking at the childish chicken scratch on the calendar, I can’t help but suspect that this might just be how he is when he was actually being serious for a change.

Charlie: Stop standing around. Let's go.

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Charlie led me out of the hospital. The engine of the flashy golden sports car roared as it brought us to my place.

I took my keys out and moved to open the door.

Suddenly, I recalled that it had been a long time since I last cleaned my room. I feel like I should say something about it first…

MC: I’ll warn you beforehand. My room is a little messy, so I’m sorry if it offends you, your highness.

MC: Express your distaste, and today’s session will end here.

Charlie: That's all?

MC: ...That's all.

Charlie: And here I thought that you were going to say something like, “Close your eyes, I’m going to blindfold you.”

Charlie: Or, maybe ask me for the right password before granting me entry.

Charlie: What’s wrong with a messy room?

He laughs, leaning down to place his hand upon mine, which was gripping tightly onto the doorknob. He gave it a small push. My hand moved along with the doorknob under the pressure he exerted, and the door creaked open.

Charlie: I can always help you move into our new apartment if you want a bigger room to place your things in.

Charlie went around me and walked straight in.

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The lights weren’t on yet, but I could hear his voice in the dim room.

Charlie: Where's the mess?

Charlie: It’s pretty good; enough to house another person.

The embarrassment that had yet to completely set in was soon washed away by his teasing words. Relieved, I left the bag of snacks by the door and ran into the room.

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Charlie was seated on the loveseat, his hands casually resting against the back of it.

MC: Your arms are stretched so far out. Made yourself at home, I see.

I patted the hand that he’d stretched out to lean against the sofa with a smile.

MC: I think distance makes the heart fonder between us.

Unfazed, he withdrew his hand without a word.

Charlie: And this is how you treat the evaluator you specially invited?

MC: Yeah.

Charlie: Can't you be a little more professional?

MC: Of course I can. But, I’ll also have to ask this evaluator here to kindly up his professionalism as well.

MC: Don’t get any funny ideas from your own fantasies during the movie.

Charlie knowingly retracted his “I own the world” sitting posture and moved further out.

Charlie: I can obviously do that.

Charlie: But, what if the person picking out the movie has their own selfish motives and chooses to watch some romance flick?

MC: No need to worry about that. We’re watching this today.

I sat down and turned the projector on. A shockingly red movie poster flickered onto the screen. Charlie's smile immediately froze in place.

Charlie: What… What is this?

MC: "Massacre of the Spirit". This is what we're going to be watching today.

Charlie: Massacre of… the Spirit? A horror film?

Charlie: Seriously, (Y/n)?

MC: Absolutely. My hard disk died not too long ago, so this horror movie is the only thing left in my cloud storage.

Charlie didn't reply, only mutedly leaning back against the loveseat.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and he looked a little… nervous.

MC: Charlie? Are you scared of watching it?

Charlie: ...How absurd.

Charlie: The word "scared" doesn't exist in my dictionary.

Charlie: Don't go clinging to me in fright when the time comes.

With that, he casually pulls the blanket over our laps as if it was the most natural thing to do.

I peered up at him, but he cut me off before I even had the chance to thank him.

Charlie: No need to thank me.

Charlie: I can most definitely lend you this warm chest of mine if you get so frightened that you get the chills.

MC: Heh, there's no need for that.

MC: But, thank you for the blanket.

However, just as I was about to hit the play button, Charlie held my hand down.

Charlie: Wait, wait!

He reached over my lap and quickly smoothed over all the wrinkles on the blanket. He was very swift, almost as if he was handling white mice.

Charlie: Okay. You can start now.

Why's this man acting so strange today?

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I lowered the blackout curtains and the room darkened.

The screen before us flickered twice as screams and the sound of something tearing reverberated through the room.

The movie showed an autopsy room that was lit up as bright as the day with a withered human chained to the operating table. And hidden within the darkness, was a deathly sharp bayonet that was fatally poised.

It was then that Charlie brought something up. His low voice cut through the movie's colourful sound effects and entered my ears.

Charlie: Are you not afraid to see scenes like this?

Charlie looked at me, awaiting my reply…

How should I reply to him…?

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✥ Choose your Ending:

END 1 | Choice: Do Nothing [都不做]

END 2 + 3 | Choice: Approach [亲近] ⊹Touch⊹

END 4 | Choice: Listen [倾听] ❖ASMR

END 5 | Choice: Heart-throb [心动] ★Night★

❖☆————— ⊹ For Night, For Paradox⊹ —————★❖

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