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scoonsalicious · 13 days

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1.1 Major

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntire, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, slight objectification of men.

Word Count: 1.6k

Previously On...: Lily McIntyre met Bucky Barnes. Everything had changed, and now it's only him that matters.

A/N: You know what? Fuck it. Turns out I write more when I'm actively writing for all of you. Plus, I miss you, besties. Yes, I know-- it's only been two days, but I don't care. You guys give me the strength to face the day, and when I'm interacting with you, I'm happiest. So, we're starting the full roll-out of With Friends Like These... Now, there won't be multiple postings per day, so I won't be dropping a bunch at once. We're going to start nice and slow, lol. I hope you like it!

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You stood outside the door to the bar, nervous as fuck. It wasn’t every day a girl got invited to spend an evening out on the town with the goddamned Avengers, and though you’d only known Natasha Romanoff for about six months now, you were honored she liked you enough to extend an invitation for you to join her and her friends on their off time.

Giving yourself a once over in the reflection of the bar’s window, you double checked to make sure you looked good– your hair and makeup were on point, your dark wash skinny jeans hugged your curves in the best possible way, and the black satiny top you wore under your leather jacket showed just enough cleavage to be tantalizing, but not trashy.

You got this, you told yourself. You took a breath, and walked inside.

The place was dimly lit, but not too crowded. You were able to spot Natasha easily– it wasn’t as if the striking redhead was hard to miss. She sat at a high top with another redhead, nursing a vodka tonic. Catching her eye, you waved and made your way over.

“Major!” Nat greeted you, going in for a friendly hug, which you happily returned. “I’m so glad you made it!” She pointed to the other redhead– Wanda Maximoff, The Scarlet Witch, you remembered now from having seen her on the news– and introduced you. “Major, this is Wanda; Wanda, Major.” You shook hands as the other woman offered you a kind, welcoming smile.

“Finally, some balance to the force,” she joked. At your questioning look, she elaborated: “We are desperately outnumbered in the girl department when it comes to our friend group,” she said. “It’s just me and Nat versus the boys.”

“There’s Lily, too,” Nat interjected.

“Please.” Wanda said, waving Nat’s words off dismissively. “We all know that Lily is not one of us.”

Nat snorted into her drink. “Lily’s just not really a girl’s-girl,” she offered to you in explanation. “Very much sees herself as ‘one of the guys,’ if you catch my meaning.”

You nodded; you’d had plenty of experience with pick-me girls in the past. “Yeah, I know the type.” You waved down a waitress and put in an order for a frozen margarita.

“So, Major,” Wanda said, taking a sip of her beverage once the waitress had gone, “which one of our lucky bachelors is going to catch your eye tonight?”

“I don’t follow,” you said, confused.

Wanda turned to Nat and playfully hit her on the shoulder. “You bitch! You didn’t tell her?”

Nat had the decency to look sheepish. “I wanted it to be organic,” she said, offering you an apologetic smile.

“Natasha Romanoff,” you said, realization dawning on you, “did you invite me out tonight to try and set me up with one of your teammates?”

Nat frowned, looking remorseful. “I know I should have said something, but you’re always complaining about how you never have luck with dating, and it just so happens I live in a compound literally full of eligible men, so I thought… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have overstepped.”

The waitress brought over your margarita and you raised it, toasting to Nat. “Fuck apologies; you want to hook me up with an Avenger? Girl, remind me to send you a gift basket!”

Nat and Wanda both laughed, raising their own glasses to toast with you. Wanda leaned over toward you, her voice a conspiratorial whisper.

“Alright, don’t be obvious about it,” she said, “but our fine gentlemen are over at the pool table.” You followed her line of sight and were met with an array of some of the most attractive men you had ever seen. Yeah, you’d seen them on tv, and in magazines, but they were always wearing costumes and masks. But up close? And in person?

“Woof,” you said softly.

“Okay,” said Nat, leaning in on your other side. “Let’s size up our options. First, we’ve got Captain America, himself, Steve Rogers. All-American, corn-fed, take-home-to-mamma kinda guy. Such a gentleman, could bench press four of you. Knows how to treat a girl right.”

“And bore her to tears,” Wanda added.

“Wands!” Nat flashed her eyes. “We’re supposed to be talking them up!”

Wanda shrugged. “Facts are facts,” she said. “A sweetheart, really, but very old fashioned.”

“Fine,” Nat said, exasperated. “Moving on, we have Sam Wilson, our resident Falcon. He’s funny, charming, a great dancer.”

“Seriously good moves,” Wanda added with an enthusiastic nod.

“Smart, good listener,” Nat offered. “Incredibly loyal.”

“You make him sound like a puppy,” you said, laughing.

“Oooh, oooh, my turn!” Wanda said enthusiastically. “Next up is our resident himbo, the one and only Thor Odinson. Unbelievably endearing, the body of a literal god: Great hair, an ass you could bounce a quarter off of, arms that could snap your tiny little body right in half if he had half a mind to…”

“Down, girl,” Nat said, flicking some droplets of water from her water glass at Wanda. “Damn, we’re here for Major, not you.”

“Sorry,” said Wanda, ducking down to hide her blush behind her hair. “He’s just so… big. And… beefy. Like, what does one even do with that much man?” she asked, before muttering so low you could barely hear her: “I would really like to find out.”

You and Nat stifled your laughter. “Okay, definitely not going to be Thor for me, then,” you offered. Across the room, another man caught your eye, one Nat and Wanda hadn’t mentioned yet. “Who’s that?” you asked them.

Nat craned her neck. “Oh, that’s Parker. I dunno; he’s kinda on the young side for my taste, but the kid is 18, so if that’s what you’re into–”

“Ugh, no– pass,” you said, realizing she had been referring to the skinny teenager who was hanging on Steve Rogers’ every word. “No, I mean the brunet. Who’s he?” The more you studied him, the more you realized he just may be the most handsome man you’d ever seen. He was currently leaning against a pool cue, engrossed in conversation with Sam. He had a slight smirk on his face, as if he was keeping in a very humorous secret, and it painted his features in an adorably boyish light.

While you were looking at him, he turned his head and saw you watching him. You should have been mortified at being caught staring but instead, you were taken aback by how striking his crystal blue eyes were. You offered him a soft smile, and were delighted when his own widened in return, his cheeks taking on a dusky hue in the low light, before Sam elbowed him, bringing his attention back to the game of pool. He shot you another look, running his tongue along his bottom lip, before refocusing his attention.

“Oh,” said Nat, following your gaze. “Oh, no, no, no. That’s Bucky Barnes. He’s… not on the menu.”

You turned back toward her, disappointed. “Oh. Of course, guy that good looking’s got to have a girlfriend, right?”

Nat and Wanda exchanged glances. “Not exactly,” Nat said.

“Remember how we mentioned Lily not being a girl’s-girl?” Wanda asked, nodding her chin toward where the boys were racking the balls for a new game. You hadn’t noticed the woman in their midst before– petite, blond, and athletic.

“Yeah, Lily’s more of a Bucky’s-girl,” Nat added. “Just, you know, Bucky’s not aware of it.”

You must have looked very confused, because Wanda was quick to clarify. “Bucky only joined the team… what? Four years ago?” She looked to Nat for confirmation, and Nat nodded. “He was like a totally different guy back then. Didn’t go out, didn’t want to be around people.”

“Like Oscar the Grouch, but if you took him out of the trash can and gave him moderately better grooming standards,” Nat offered.

“Yeah,” Wanda continued, nodding in agreement, “and for the longest time, the only person he would talk to was Steve. But then, like, Lily made it her life’s work to become his best friend.”

“I remember it annoyed the shit out of him in the beginning,” Nat added. “Poor guy just wanted to be left alone to process his trauma.” She sighed. “But the girl was relentless. She’s got tenacity, I’ll say that for her.”

“That’s actually kind of sweet,” you said. “That she wouldn’t give up trying to be there for him.”

“No, sorry,” Nat said. “We’re not explaining this well. She basically made being Bucky’s best friend her entire fucking personality. It was like, any other friend she had just–poof! Stopped existing to her. We no longer mattered; everything became about Bucky.”

“It’s a bit much,” Wanda said. “She’s very… I don’t want to say protective is the right word for it, but very possessive of him.”

“It’s like no girl Bucky’s ever dated has been good enough to pass her standards,” Nat said. “And she’s had no problem making that abundantly clear, and I know she’s been the reason for at least a couple of his relationships ending. Poor guy’s balls must be so blue by now, they’re practically black; she never lets him get any action.”

You took a sip of your margarita. “Well, they’ve got to be sleeping together, right?” you asked. Nat and Wanda both looked at you. “I mean, that would explain it, right?”

“Oh, they are definitely not,” Nat said. “Though I’m sure she wishes. I heard him tell Steve she reminds him of his dead kid sister.”

You sucked in a breath. “Ouch,” you said. “Just what every girl wants to hear, I’m sure.” You looked back over to the pool table, admiring the way Bucky bent over to take a shot. “It’s too bad,” you said, turning back to girls. “I mean, he’s hot as hell, but no man’s worth taking on that kind of drama.”

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cb97breathing · 8 months

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SAFE HAVEN - A BANG CHAN SERIES

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CHAPTER FOUR: WAIT, YOU KNOW MY SISTER?

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab Plus Size Reader

General Synopsis: You ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell you were living in. With the help of a girl who lived there. Your only goal was to have a fresh start but that all changes when a certain boy notices you on the flight. After a shy encounter, he ends up being your neighbor and also a friend of the girl who helped you escape. You want to let him in, but you're scared because of your past. But he is patient and willing to wait as long as it takes to win your heart.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warning: story contains mentions of suicide, fat shaming, abuse & sexual assault. ADULT THEMES. MINORS AND AGESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

A/N: Please don't repost or translate my work. If you wish to be tagged please comment on the post! Thank you.

You had so much fun with Felix and Chan at the coffee shop. Felix made you feel so welcome and had you giggling and smiling the whole time. He was like the little brother you had always wanted. Chan’s heart was soaring. He loved how you both seemed to click and got along so well. Felix would occasionally catch Chan staring at you and give him a teasing glance, making him blush.

Now you were back in your apartment. You stared at your ceiling and sighed. You were nervous to meet his friends. You had almost told him multiple times that You weren’t going to go. But once you saw how happy he was you couldn’t bring yourself to. You heard a ding come from your phone and saw that you had a text from Nari.

Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? There’s someone I want you to meet! :)

You smiled and texted a reply.

I actually have plans with someone I met in the building today. But maybe tomorrow?

You didn’t tell her it was Chan cause you didn’t want to deal with the interrogation that would follow.

Okay! I’ll see if I can do tomorrow. I’ll let you know later!

You smiled at her reply and put your phone down. You heard a knock at your door and your heart leapt. You slipped your phone into your pocket and rushed over to your door. You opened it to find Chan standing there with a soft smile on his plump lips.

“They’re gonna be here soon, you wanna come over now?” He asked softly. You smiled shyly and nodded.

“Should I change?” You asked quietly, seeing you were still in the clothes from earlier. Ripped jeans and a band T-shirt. Chris giggled softly and shook his head.

“No you look perfect.” He said softly and reached out his hand to you. You blushed and gently placed your hand in his. You stepped out and shut the door behind you. He led you into his apartment. It was clean and simple. No crazy decorations or posters. It fit him. He didn’t seem like the type to go all out on things. “Make yourself at home.” He said softly and let go of your hand reluctantly.

You smiled softly at him and walked over to his couch sitting on it gently. You were nervous being there alone with him, your heart was pounding as he came to sit next to you. You looked up at him shyly. The look that he gave you made you forget how to breathe. His eyes were darker, but still held a gentleness to them. He reached out to brush some of your locks away from your eyes. You both stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, his hand slowly went up to caress your cheek. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting into his hand as your eyes fluttered closed.

He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he knew it was way too early for that. He didn’t want to do something and scare you off. He pulled away from you when he heard a knock on the door. He smiled softly at you. You looked dazed and your cheeks were flushed. God I want to make you mine. He thought to himself. Control yourself. He shook his head and got up.

“They’re here.” He said softly. He turned to the door. “Come in guys!” You looked nervously to the door as you tried to calm yourself down. Your heart was out of control from moments ago. The door opened and the first to come in were Felix and Han with wide grins on their faces.

“Hey hyung!” Han said softly and when his eyes landed on you they immediately lit up. “Noona! You came!” He cheered as he rushed over to you with a smile. You smiled back as you got up to greet him.

“Hey Han, it’s good to see you again.” You said softly. You looked back to see five more guys and a girl walk in. The girl was very beautiful and had wavy brown hair.

“Let me introduce you.” Chan said softly as he brought you to them. “Guys, this is Y/n.” They all waved and gave you a small smile except for one in the back who seemed quite timid. “Y/n, these guys are Changbin, Jeongin, Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Minho. That lovely lady next to them is Kitty and she is Jeongin’s girlfriend.” They all bowed their heads to you politely and you did the same with a small smile on your face.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” You said softly. “Hope we all get along.”

“I’m sure we will! Felix, Chan and Han already like you a lot so I’m sure you’re a great person.” Changbin said with a grin. You blushed at his comment and looked down shyly. “Oh she’s a shy one.” He cooed. “Don’t worry we will break you out of your shell eventually.” You couldn’t help but giggle in response.

“Let’s all sit down and figure out what we wanna do.” You were all about to sit down when someone else walked in. Your eyes widened when you saw it was Nari.

“Hey guys sorry I’m la-” She stopped in her tracks when she saw you there. “Y/n?” You asked quietly. “This is who you had plans with?” You nodded in response. Nari squealed and rushed over to hug you. “This is awesome! I wanted you to meet them all today that’s why I texted you.”

“Wait, you know my sister?” You turned to see Seungmin staring at the both of you with wide eyes. Everyone else looked just as confused.

“It’s a long story.” You replied quietly. “But yes, I know her very well. She’s a good friend. She’s the reason I left and came here. She really saved me.” Chan’s brows furrowed and then it clicked. He remembered there was a girl who came to get you at the airport. It must have been Nari.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” Nari squealed as she hugged you. “You’re gonna love them I promise!” You smiled softly and ruffled Nari's hair before pulling away. “Not the hair!” You whined loudly.

“Ugh do you ever shut up.” Seungmin groaned. Nari picked up the closest pillow and tossed it at him. He dodged it with ease and smirked at her.

“And the siblings are at it again.” Hyunjin laughed. “Nari, be a good girl and sit next to me.” He smirked softly up at her. Nari blushed at his words and then tried to cover it by sticking her tongue out at him.

“Bite me.” She spat out and everyone laughed. You looked at Nari with a raised brow, you knew very well there was something going on between those two. Everyone eventually got settled. You were in between Felix and Chan. Nari did end up sitting next to Hyunjin, who had pulled her close, making her younger sibling gag in disgust. Jeongin and Kitty sat together on the love seat and the rest sat on the floor.

You got to know everyone, they were all very open and kind. Minho was quiet because he didn’t really like speaking English and you respected it. You would ask Chan to translate for you when you did interact and you could tell Minho appreciated it. You wanted to learn Korean soon so you wouldn’t have to force them all to always speak English around her. Kitty also was such a sweet girl and she could tell that Jeongin was head over heels for her. You couldn’t help but feel jealous for what they had.

They had chosen to put on disney movies and sang along obnoxiously to all the songs that came on. Chan held you close and grinned as he watched you laugh hysterically in response to their terrible rendition of Into The Unknown. You looked so cute when you laughed, and your laugh was so adorable. It was loud and you tried hard to contain it out of embarrassment, but he loved it all the same. The guys really liked you and immediately all hit it off with you. They all felt protective of you even though they had only just met. They made it their goal to keep you laughing for the rest of the night, by being silly, loud and clumsy. They succeeded in keeping a big grin on your face.

Eventually it was late and you were fast asleep in Chan’s arms. He didn’t dare move you. He ran his fingers through your hair gently as the rest of the group gave each other knowing glances. Nari was watching you both with a smile, she was happy to see you so comfortable with someone. She wanted nothing more than you to find someone who could make you feel safe and loved. She knew that Chan could be that for you, hell any of the boys could.

“Hey Nari.” Her brother called her softly, not wanting to wake you up. “How did you meet her?” Nari bit her lip and looked over to you.

“Online, she had made a secret twitter account and was looking for help.” She said quietly as she looked at everyone. “Her situation back in America was bad, very bad.” She looked at you with sad eyes. “All I wanted to do was get her somewhere she could be safe and loved, and where better than here with us.” The group nodded and looked over at you peaceful sleeping figure.

“You said her situation was bad.” Kitty whispered. “Was she in danger?” The look in Nari’s eyes said all that needed to be said for the group to understand.

“I don’t think it’s my place to tell, but yes. If she stayed there any longer I was scared she was…” She stopped and looked down at her lap. “I’m just happy she’s here and I got her out of there.” She added quietly. Hyunjin pulled her close and rubbed her back.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” He said softly. Seungmin made a face of pure disgust at the sight and the guys chuckled quietly. Hyunjin flipped him off and rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go and let her rest.” Jeongin said quietly. Everyone got up and left except for Chan and Felix. Felix stayed behind to help clean. Chan didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to leave your side. He wanted to hold your for as long as possible, but he knew he couldn’t let Felix do all the cleaning. He gently moved away from you and put pillows under you head. He grabbed a blanket and laid it over you.

“Hyung.” He looked up to see Felix looking at the both of you. “You really like her don’t you?” Chan sighed softly and then looked down at you. He nodded and gently brushed the hair out of your face.

“I can’t describe it, but since I saw her on the plane she’s the only thing that’s occupied my thoughts. I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to be near her all the time. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.” Chan said quietly. “She’s been hurt, it’s clear to see with how nervous she always is. But I want nothing more than to be her safe haven. I want all of us to be her new home, her new family.” Felix smiled and gently squeezed his shoulder.

“You’re in love mate.” He said softly. Chan looked over at him with wide eyes. “And from the way she looks at you, I wouldn’t be shocked if she feels the same way. She looks at you like you're the only one in the room. I could see it. Nari could see it. Whatever happened back in America, we have to show her that could never happen to her here and when she’s ready to tell us we will be there for her.” Chan looked back down at your sleeping figure and he knew that Felix was right. He was in love with you, he didn’t care that he had fallen in such a short time, all he knew was that he was going to bring back the light into your eyes and do whatever it took to make you happy again.

You stirred as you felt something soft and plush brush against your forehead. When your eyes fluttered open they locked with the pair that made your heart flutter. Chan gazed at you and gave a soft smile. You realized that everyone left and your eyes widened.

“Oh no, I fell asleep.” You squeaked, you sat up and the fear started to set in. Your heart pounded as the thought about how everyone must be mad at your. You whimpered and buried your face in your hands. “I-I’m so sorry.” You choked out. Chan’s heart dropped at your reaction and he pulled you into his chest holding you tightly. He rubbed your back gently in hopes to calm you as his lips pressed to your forehead.

“Sweetheart, don’t be sorry. It was late, do you know how many times those guys just pass out here?” He said softly and ran his fingers through your hair. “Please don’t be upset, it didn’t bother them at all. I promise.” You shook in his arms as you heard your ex’s words in your head.

I come home from working my butt off and this is how I find you?! SLEEPING!!?! You fucking pathetic fat whore!

You tried to calm yourself down, tried to remind yourself that he was gone and that they would never do or say anything like that to you, but the fear of making any kind of mistake was something you couldn’t control, not yet. You buried your face in his neck and let out a shaky breath.

“He can’t hurt you anymore.” You heard Chan whisper. You froze in his arms and looked up at him in shock. His eyes were filled with sadness as he caressed your cheek. He knows? You thought to yourself. Oh god he knows. Tears flew down your cheeks as you stayed there, completely still, not knowing if you should stay or run. Your lip trembled as you tried to swallow a sob. “I figured it out on my own.” He said quietly. “After the nightmares, the vague explanation Nari gave. It all clicked.” His thumb brushed across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “I will never hurt you.” He whispered softly. “And I will never let anyone else hurt you. Y/n, you mean so much to me. You’re all I think about. I want nothing more than to give you the love and happiness you deserve.”

You both stared into each other’s eyes as you felt yourself start to relax in his arms and listen to his words. But your heart was now pounding not from fear, but from a longing deep within you, one that you had felt for him since the moment you saw him. He pressed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky breath. You wanted so badly to let him in, to let him love you, to love him. But he was perfect, he deserved perfection in return. You were nothing but used and destroyed goods. There was nothing good about you. You pulled away from him and looked down at your hands.

“I don’t.” You whispered. “I don’t deserve it.” You couldn’t bear to look at him and see the sadness in his beautiful eyes. “I-I’m sorry.. I.. I can’t. You deserve so much more than what I can give you.” You moved away from him and stood up to leave, but Chan gripped your wrist gently to stop you. His eyes locked with yours and the way he stared at you made your knees weak and your heart tremble. He stood up and pulled you close.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.” He breathed out. “But I will wait for you. I will wait for you as long as it takes and when you’re ready. I will be here with open arms, ready to love you with all my heart and soul.”

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1. how to not embarrass yourself

SYNOPSIS a romcom office series; in which you're a huge romantic at heart but the shitty men you attract leaves you with countless failed relationships. then, you meet choi soobin. in an elevator. he isn't interested in you, he finds you annoying, and he clearly has zero respect for you, so why the hell are you so bent on making him like you?

WARNINGS none + NOT a smau, tag used for more reach

AUTHOR NOTE ill go according to schedule next time, bare with me for the first few chapters T-T anyways, after reading im always always open to feedback or just comments in general, i want to start this series by saying that i want this to be as interactive as possible with readers. that said, you have a suggestion, i might make it happen :)

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The first day you met the blonde, it was, to put it lightly, your worst encounter with a human being. Ever. No, like...the worst. You lost your dignity that one day in March, the transition to spring.

“Hey! Hey hey hey!”, you had put your hand in the middle of the closing elevator doors, that the person inside wasn’t bothered to try and stop. “Why didn’t you...”, you bit your lip.

Nope. Not today. You kept it to yourself, maybe he didn’t see you. Running. And yelling. Yeah, he probably didn’t see you.

You walked inside the elevator, awkwardly.

Your hands were clammy, you don't know why. What do people do in an elevator? Were you supposed to do something? Take a little peek at the guy? It wouldn't hurt...you've heard your few shares of elevator love stories.

You looked away when you noticed his blonde hair, cursing in your head. Guess you weren't destined to get the elevator relationship.

You’ve been holding onto the theory that the blonde in men’s hair seeps into their brains and turns it rotten. Filthy, smoosh rotten brain. Naturally blonde men were actually born, and medically are evil. Despite people questioning the validity of it all...come on, you've heard "its just your bad limited experiences with blondes" a bajillion times now, its true.

Well, you haven't personally tested it out.. but there's several blonde dictators! And more than once, the dirtbag your friends would cry about was none other than a dirty ol' blonde man. There's no redemption.

But then you furrow your eyebrows---naturally blonde men. Naturally blonde men are the evil ones. You take a second glance, and notice his roots.

Oh, they were awful.

But that only meant one thing. He wasn’t born evil. And he was cute! And young, young's important.

“Hey, what floor are you going to?” you asked with a little smile tugging at your lips, a little too smug for seven in the morning, looking straight at the closed elevator in front of you. You’re a self proclaimed romantic, when you try, you could even get some random billionaire on his knees.

But oddly, it was quiet. All your ears could pick up was white noise... Had you finally gone deaf? You could've snapped your hands to test that thought, but you hadn't.

Looking back, everything went wrong because it was seven. Even further back, maybe your parents should've forced you into being an early bird when you were a teen. Maybe then, this day wouldn't have existed in your timeline or some bullshit.

You cleared your throat, looking to your side. And the fake blonde was as collected, and silent as he was for the past thirty seconds that you’ve known him.

The elevator was incredibly slow due to it being a hundred years old but thankfully that time, it was seen as a blessing for your situation.

You tried again because hey, what harm could it cause? “So... what floor are you going to?”

One thing you learned that day, of march, in the transition to spring, was that you weren’t fucking deaf. And if it ended at that little embarrassing incident, maybe you could stand the little blonde bitch a tiny bit more.

And he didn’t look like he was going to reciprocate your small talk any time soon too. But so what? It also quite frankly, didn’t look like you’ve had any romantic suitors for the past ten months either. And you’d promise anyone that those were the most boring... dryest... lowest point of your life.

No romance? You can’t go another month like this or you’ll end up in the trajectory of a lonely cat mother who actually enjoys the taste of black coffee and not drank it for the purpose of getting approval from hot coffee snobs.

So, you took it upon yourself to try and save this in the ten seconds you had left before you’d leave to work at your job and continue to sell your youth.

“Ah, so I guess we’re going to the same floor huh?” you said taking note of the bright yellow 16.

“I like your blonde... suits you.”

“You have the face of like..an adorable rabbit, but like a very big and tall rabbit. It’s a charming thing by the way”

You kept on going, one second every sentence, something should get him.

“You know you could be a model." you exhaled. "Hey, are you wearing airpods?” Admittedly, as much as you pride yourself to having the patience of a monk you were...you were getting impatient and every word you said was punching your self esteem to the floor. It wasn't great.

You were beginning to think he was either the one who was actually deaf or was listening to music. Both would make perfect sense so you did the most perfectly sensible thing to do and ...pushed his hair to the side to see if he had something in.

“What the hell?”

Was the first sentence fake blonde had spoken to you.

And was also the first time had acknowledged you, looking at you straight at your face. Fortunately, the elevator had reached your floor and opened.

You were frozen, frozen like glued to the floor there while the blonde furrowed his eyebrows giving you his first but not last, judging side eye as he walked out the elevator. Leaving you there. Staring at the space he was occupying.

All you could think about were his ears. His ears were perfectly free of any wired and wireless earphones. So he wasn’t listening to music.

You snapped out of it and remembered your job, spam clicking the 16th button on the elevator. “Fuck”, you gasped.

“What if he was actually deaf?”, you said to yourself pondering, biting your lip.

When the elevator dinged, you hurriedly ran out. You had to get to your job, you couldn’t risk being late a fifth time in a row.

Kim & Associates was an easy find. Glass doors however showed you something. The blonde. You pushed open the door, hesitantly walking in.

“You remind me of myself. Handsome, young, and eager. Ah, it makes me reminiscent-- Oh, your mentor's here!” the old man pointed at you, fake blonde looking your way too.

You walk fast to get closer to them, confused. You don't show it though, you're a professional.

"He's...he's the..." you tried to keep on a smile. Your boss was just nodding, completely clueless. Yes, you were an outstanding employee but you can't mentor someone who has a difficulty you've never had to deal with...

Fake blonde. You looked to your side to see him...you felt bad, how hard is it to be deaf and work in an office that prioritizes salesman...ship...

Your eyes widened. Then narrowed. How deaf was this guy really?

"Hi." you turned to the blonde, extending a hand. He shook it, looking right into your eyes. "Hi...um" he looked at your chest quickly, "Y/N. I look forward to working with you."

"Wonderful wonderful. Y/N, this is Choi Soobin." the manager gestured to the blonde, and you nod. He looked like his name.

It was quiet, again.

"So...now you've met. Fun! I'll steal you for a bit Soobin to give you your name badge, after that, you can head to Y/N and she'll start you up with all the ...business."

When your manager took Soobin away, you've by long figured out that the likelihood of him being deaf...was very low. Which flared your cheeks into a very embarrassingly bright red.

And when Soobin ended up finding you after an hour, you still took your chances.

"Are you deaf?" you blurted out, avoiding eye contact. Maybe this was the only time you would ever pray for a person to actually turn out to be deaf, maybe this wasn't your brightest moment...but it had to done, or you would go to bed every night saying 'what if i asked the god that i don't believe in'.

And there it was, the minute of silence that always has to go by with this guy.

"What?" he finally asked.

"God, forget it. You're clearly not." you painfully laughed; you turned your head to look at him in the eye again. And you wished you hadn't. It's the same exact look you give Sunghoon every time he spills water on his computer, the fucking hooligan, at the office.

"I need to..." You pointed being your back, nodding. "To go shit. Yeah, bye. Have fun."

The first day was bad, alright. So what? You were always one to to get back on your feet, no matter how tough it was. That's exactly what you did the second day. You called it, 'Trial number 2 of day 1.'

Everyone deserves second chances.

You got on the elevator, and there he was. Tall and...cute as ever if you cared to add.

"Hey, my little mentee guy." you said playfully punching his shoulder, chuckling.

"Hi."

Awkward.

"Soobin, right?"

"Mhm."

He wasn't deaf, he just isn't a communicator, check.

The elevator wasn't the best, but who kills it in a cramped up claustrophobic inducing space? Not even the best of the best can do it.

So, your most obvious plan was to get him to warm up to you through your fun mentoring!

"You aren't Soobin's mentor anymore, Sakura is assigned to him."

"What the fuck?" you yelled, and the manager slightly jumped up from his chair, "Why? I thought--I thought that wasn't allowed?" you were frantic, blonde asshole asked to switch to another mentor? And his request was bad enough that it was accepted?

"Language language." the manager shushes, sitting back down. He exhaled. "He said...well, he said that you were making him uncomfortable...and ...and I take the word 'uncomfortable' seriously. You know how HR takes these complaints if it gets out of hand... I could get fired, demoted, then--"

"That little blonde bitch." you whispered under your breath, scoffing.

When you stomped out of the manager's office, you headed to Chaeryeong at the receptionist desk to declare war...basically.

"You look pissed...did you get fired?" she said taking a bite of the almond cookie from the jar on the desk.

"What--No? How can you say that so casually, you know I'm the best here. Also, are you seriously eating those?"

She shrugged. "They're starting to taste edible."

You raised a brow, extremely worried...until you remembered your lack of lunch breaks, then it made sense.

"Well, that's besides the point. Chae, you see that blonde guy over there with Sakura?" She nodded, "The new guy?"

"Yeah. He's going to fall in love with me by the end of the month. I'll make sure of it." you said as a matter of fact.

Chaeryeong raised a brow in shock.

"Okay, okay, I get it.", you rolled your eyes and she reached in the cookie jar to get another one thinking you would stop being ridiculous.

"By the end of next month."

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phantasmiac · 1 year

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pro wrestler!touya au where he’s the oldest son of the todoroki ring dynasty

cw/tw: none except for one nsfw mention (nothing detailed) and a fem!reader

wc: 0.9k

a/n: i need everyone who knows their wwe to know that 1) i am imagining endeavor as the undertaker and 2) the dabi x reader in this is highly inspired by cm punk and aj lee. do with that what you will xx

touya who has one of the most anticipated wrestling debuts of all time at 19 years old, all because he’s the son of pro wrestling legends, rei and endeavor. he’s an instant hit because of his badass persona and alt ring attire (see: jeff hardy), but most notably for his “daredevil” style of wrestling: crazy stunts with tables, ladders, chairs, etc., lots of high flying maneuvers; but he also falls under the brawler category. it all makes up for not being a “powerhouse” wrestler (the ones who are huge and can lift a ton) like his old man or his up and coming little brother natsu. he definitely has some metal entrance song like the ones used in the 2000s (imagine him walking out to metalingus 😫).

touya hates being linked to his parents, and really would have preferred if his siblings hadn’t followed him into the industry — but still hypes up them up during any out of character interviews and supports them as best he can. especially fuyumi bc he knows the women in the industry don’t get the credit they deserve 😡 gives great advice and won’t turn them down if they ask to train with him. but he downright refuses to be involved in any family storylines, he thinks it’s super corny. doesn’t mind being put in real matches against them or tag teaming, just as long as it doesn’t become a whole thing.

touya most often takes on the heel role (aka the bad guy role), but doesn’t mind occasionally acting as a tweener (the anti-hero). his siblings are all faces (good guys). he’s perfect for the role because he’s amazing on a microphone. even though the storylines are planned, all of his segments or promos are written by him and contain a lot of great improv, and they’re always considered iconic by fans, bound to be on a “top 10 wrestling promos of all time” list. he’s just the bad guy you can’t help but root for, even if you’re a fan of his opponent. everyone hates that they love him! on the other hand it kinda sucks because his dad was also a popular heel during his career, so he gets a lot of comparisons.

backstage and out of character, touya is actually a super chill guy. he’s always down to do things for charity, whether it be matches or meeting fans. never says no to a picture or an autograph (unless you’re a dick about it) and has a soft spot for kid fans. you’ll most often find him with his head down listening to music in the locker room, hyping himself up before it’s time to head out to the ring. probably has beef with some other people on the roster because he comes off as arrogant (he’s just reserved and quiet!) and because of his family background. it makes him laugh because he’s really unbothered at the end of the day.

you’re put into a storyline with him where you’re supposed to act as his love interest, and fans are always commenting on how much chemistry you share. the fans eat it up because you’re the first female wrestler touya has ever interacted with both in and out of the ring. most fans thinks you both are probably just really good at acting; but the secret to your chemistry is the hot quickie you have backstage before every segment. you really do start off as coworkers at the beginning, and then friends with benefits, but as the storyline progresses and you’re forced to constantly work and spend time together he really starts to fall for you hard. needless to say you become a power couple pretty quickly and touya can’t even bring himself to be angry at the fact that you’re becoming the next generation rei and endeavor. because he loves and respects you so much 🥹 both as a fellow wrestler and a person.

you’re on the road together 24/7 and touya loves it because he gets to spend every day with his best friend! he loves to train with you, gets so very proud when he sees you pull out a move you’d practiced with him during an actual live match! he’s so funny bc he’s been in this industry for so long and understands that most rivalries aren’t real, but always ends up having animosity towards your opponents in real life 😭 especially if you got injured fighting against them, even if it was a complete accident. you sew and patch up a lot of his attire for him, so he always feels like he has a part of you with him when he goes out there. if you wear any of his siblings merch instead of his he’ll have a pout etched on his face for as long as it takes him to get over it. if your storyline eventually comes to an end he will adamantly refuse to do another romantic one with anyone else.

at the beginning of his career he expected to be one of those wrestlers who’s still in the game in their 50s. but by the time he’s in his mid 30s and you guys are over a decade into your relationship and a couple of years into your marriage, he decides he wants to settle down and have a family with you. so he ends up retiring and fans are heartbroken, but not angry because touya released the sweetest retirement message and they’re so happy for you two 🥰 he does make surprise comebacks once in awhile post retirement, can’t completely stay away from the ring. and now he’s entirely shameless about supporting his siblings. makes your kids become their super fans. sometimes he shows up to events to support them as an audience member, with his babies on his shoulders. he’s just living his peaceful little life knowing that he was able to have a successful career and retired as a legend.

★ a/n pt ii: are there any other dabi stans who had a hardcore wwe phase, is that a subgenre of dabi stan or does the population just consist of me

#dabi #dabi drabble #dabi headcanons #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi fanfic #dabi fluff #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader

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extrasensoryscholar · 6 months

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Introduction.

Hello, hello! My name is Alzis Myers, and I am a naturally born psychic... No, I do not also specialize in psychic type pokemon. Stop asking.

I am a history enthusiast, and while I do work professionally, (you may have heard my name in a few places,) most of my research and findings are independent. Unless it's peer-reviewed, take it with a grain of salt!

However, I primarily made this account not to publish my musings, but as an attempt to socialize! If I come off as off-putting, I truly, truly apologize. It has been a while since I've held proper conversations.

But, enough about me. I'm not a Pokemon trainer, but I have three Pokemon of my own.

Delphi (♀️) - My Absol. The partner I've had longest, and my best friend. She's an older girl now.

Kiran (♂️) - My Cubone. He's still very young and small. I've had him for about a year and a half now.

Atlas (???) - My Sigilyph. It's an Alpha. I am not quite sure about many things regarding it, but it enjoys patrolling my property. At least I think.

I shall be getting a proper image of them soon!

Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction >:) I follow from @act11as! Muse is an adult, mod is a minor, don't be weird, etc.

Please note the blanket unreality warning in the description, I do not tag #unreality to avoid flooding the tag, but I do try to tag all non-out of character posts with #pkmn irl in case you need to block things from your dashboard at times! On that same note, OOC posts will be tagged as such, and I will mark them with green text (though often not past the first line, because it can be grating to look at after a while)

All trigger warnings will be tagged as "[word] tw" for the sake of consistency. And if I forget to tag something, please shoot me a dm or an ask!

Additionally: Please note that I am autistic and very chronically ill. I may have to end things earlier than they were planned to be because I just suddenly had a flare-up, and I often misinterpret/forget things, o7 please feel free to remind/correct me if I do!

Guidelines? I guess?

Literally any kind of pokemon irl blog can interact! Sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, evil teams, whatever. I'm chill with anyone, though the muse may not be, keep this in mind. If you want to do something, send me a dm! I'm more than happy to discuss things ^^

IN CHARACTER anon hate, be it just being an ass, homophobia, transphobia etc. etc. are perfectly fine. Note that I probably wont respond to all, especially if it seems to go a bit too far. (same vein: Feel free to start arguments with him if you want. It's always fun to write him angry <3)

^ Additionally, feel free to harass him for the bit. Just for funsies. I love playing into it if you can't tell!

Alzis is very much a morally grey character. His opinions are not my own, etc. He's also an unreliable narrator! PLEASE question what he says.

Extra:

Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy whenever you so please. (links go to the source posts for all 3 lol)

Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.

Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!

Some organizational tags:

#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Alzis' pokemon should be tagged like this.

#Inquiries and Comments - Custom ask tag

#Alzis' ramblings - General post tag!

#Pokehistory rants - History rants and rambles!

#Myers' Mailbox - Pelipper Mail, gifts, etc.!

Additionally, here's his playlist! Don't... mind the 4 different Mind Electrics... bro's going through it.

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokemon rp #pokemon roleplay #pokeblog #pokeblogging #// tag test:#Delphi the Absol #Kiran the Cubone #Atlas the Sigilyph #Inquiries and Comments #Alzis' Ramblings #Pokehistory Rants

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drawing-prompt-s · 1 year

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Dec. 7th, 2022 Message

Your local Prompt Prophet isn't feeling the best tonight so it is just Prompt's queued up for the next 24 hours - which may extend into tomorrow as well, depending on how I feel by the early morning hours. Which is is usually when I Q up this blog for the following day. So do not forget to send in some prompts if you've been hiding them!!

Heads up, the rest of this is very long and i got kinda sappy thinking about having run this blog, and then thinking about all of you guys. <3

There is also an ask sitting in my inbox I need to get to regarding what art I do and do not reblog - if there is something you can do to ensure it. And the short answer is there is not. I do not always check older prompts, so I miss a lot of art at times. But mostly it just boils down to me being a single person running this blog. I cannot reblog every piece. On top of that, for those of you that do more than one of them! I see and love them, do not be discouraged if you do not see me reblog another, I just try to avoid reblogging more than one to give other artists a chance to shine as well!

I also just wanted to take a moment and say thank you to everyone who submits prompts, responds with art, reblogs others art, and generally just interacts with this blog. I cannot expression how much I adore and appreciate you all - i see a lot of the kind words you send or sometimes write back to me in tags or reblogs. They mean a lot. Occasionally it can feel that my responses are either thought of as fake enthusiasm, or unwelcome in some regards. But as I have said before, with well over 70,000 of you following this blog, I am bound to get some disagreement with how I run things here. Nevertheless, the sweet comments and asks that I see help in ensuring I know that not only are my responses getting across to the vast majority how I want them to (with genuine love and enthusiasm for the artists and the wonderful art they share with us), but in knowing that they are uplifting for others of you as well.

I know art can be challenging, and thankless at times - especially when you crave validation. I know artist block and life in general can halt the content that you want to create. The things you want to do. I know age and differing skill levels can make it hard to think you will ever reach where you want to be. But just remember that every piece you put out there, every practice sketch or warm up, is one more piece of art in the world that didn't previously exist. And I, and so many others, are cheering you on!

I am so glad that I have been able to be here on this blog with you all for the last few years (i honestly do not even know when I took over, compared to the prior admin, it has been a while at the least). And I have cherished every second of it.

So here is to the hope that we will have more years to come - and even if you feel you need to step away from art, just know if you ever want to come back, well, that is the fun thing about art, it never really leaves!

-- Prompt Prophet

#prompt prophet #promphet speaks #drawing-prompt-s #a message and some love for all of you too #update #and an update

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queerfables · 9 months

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Hi okay SO. I have been putting off making an introduction post because I'd mostly prefer people to just look at my blog and decide if they want to hang out based on that, rather than making some big definitive statement about Who I Am.

But I'm currently accumulating followers at a truly alarming rate and - look, I don't want to give the impression I'm ungrateful, I am genuinely SO TOUCHED by every single one of you who's interested in what I have to say!! The feeling is 100% mutual, and I am having a blast sharing everyone's thoughts and enthusiasm. It's just that my goal with this blog is to have fun and do my own thing. I don't hate attention but I'm also not looking for it.

On balance, then, I think it's probably a good idea to give people a general sense of what I'm about so that if it doesn't appeal to you, we can opt out of each other's social circle before anyone steps on anyone else's toes.

My general philosophy:

I am here to have fun. I might occasionally have a little kvetch about some fandom trend or another but ultimately, even if your favourite trope drives me up the wall, I'm genuinely so happy that it is out there bringing you joy. I try very very hard to treat everyone with kindness and to avoid getting caught up in drama.

This isn't a clique it's a community. Please leave commentary on my posts or drop me a message if you wanna chat!

I follow and unfollow pretty liberally and never mean anything personal by it. I might consider you a friend but still unfollow if your current hyperfocus isn't jiving with mine. In turn, I will never take offence to anyone doing the same with me. Regardless of our following status, I'm always up to chat.

I don't do DNIs. Interact if you want to, don't if you don't. Good faith questions and comments are always welcome. Malicious behaviour will be blocked.

Primary Fandoms

Good Omens - I have loved this fandom for years and years, since before the TV show as it exists today was even a twinkle in Neil's eye. I ship Crowley and Aziraphale SO HARD and I am completely blown away by everything that we've gotten since the first season came out in 2019. Fifteen year old me could not even have imagined!!!

Supernatural - Literal opposite energy. I resisted this show for its entire run, after watching the pilot when it aired and thinking "if I watch this, I will end up shipping the brothers, and I am just not prepared for shipping the brothers." Fifteen years later destiel came in swinging with the steel chair and I grumbled and decided I'd better watch it to find out what all the fuss was about. And do you guys know what? I was right all along. I came away from that show obsessed with it as a gothic horror story and shipping the brothers hard. So wincest is my otp, but I'm a multishipper and I have a soft spot for wincestiel, destiel and sastiel too. As a darkfic enjoyer, I also dabble in John/Dean/Sam and variants. I'm not, like, opposed to less-dark takes on this, they just don't do much for me. I'm pretty careful to tag ships in this fandom consistently, so if you don't want to see something, you can blacklist it.

Side Fandoms

You might see these occasionally or for short stretches but they aren't currently taking over my brain the same way Good Omens and Supernatural are.

Ace Attorney (Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth. Queerplatonic Phoenix Wright/Maya Fey. Enthusiastic dabbler in background ships and rarepairs.)

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild+ (Link/Sidon. Link/Gannon. Bemused Link/Zelda ally [I don't ship it but I'm happy for all of you and enjoy the gender bending fanart].)

Ted Lasso (Roy/Keeley/Jamie. Queerplatonic Ted/Rebecca. Rebecca/Sam enjoyer. Pro-finale loyalist. Every single character is my best friend and also my daughter.)

Hannibal (Will/Hannibal. Margot/Alana enjoyer.)

Tagging

I mostly tag for fandoms and ships (although I'm not currently tagging for Crowley/Aziraphale beyond the parent "good omens" tag. That may change if I settle on a tag I like). I wish that I could tag for triggers requested by people who want to follow me, but realistically, that isn't something I can guarantee and trying just wipes me out. If trigger tags are something you need, we may have to admire one another from afar.

At some point I will add a list of useful organisational tags here but for now you can always just browse back through my archives if you're interested.

#long post #faq

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see-arcane · 2 years

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Why was Count Dracula Old at the Start?

Hello, Dracula enthusiasts, I have a question for you. I’ve read it before, so feel free to give spoilers in the tags/replies, but I cannot be bothered to skim ahead and double-check, SO:

Does anyone in this book club know exactly why Dracula was an old white-haired dude when Jonathan showed up and only bothered with his bloody spa treatment when he was about to leave? I honestly don’t remember if this was explained in the book or not. Until it’s disproven, my only guesses for now are

1. He wanted to appear elderly and benign to Jonathan, so he fasted to look old. (But then how do all the Brides look fresh despite their stints between kid meals? I don’t see Drac keeping them fed and not himself, even for a ruse. The guy is just a touch self-centered. That big blood buffet in Jonathan’s last castle entry suggests he gorged himself like a tick, though—out of necessity or celebration or just because he couldn’t bear to leave without finally taking a draught from Jonathan? I’m 50/50 on it.)

2. While it’s speculated that he was Vlad the Impaler pre-vampirehood, it’s not quite stated outright if he is. Or, more importantly, just what his hocus pocus was to do some self-made monster transformation. All it mentions is vague sorceries and alchemies and such, but that would imply he A) Was not Vlad at all, but one of the myriad Dark Ages warriors who went by Dracula or a variation, B) Might have been Vlad, and the historic guy who was killed on the battlefield was a stand-in mistaken for him, or C) Either way, Dracula was an old man when he did his magic and that elderly state is actually his default look when not indulging regularly. If the whole blood diet thing is a twofer deal of eternal life/regained youth, maybe it was performed in the first place to return to his prime.

3. Transformation is kind of a big thing with Dracula. Not just age wise, but with bats, wolves, assorted beasties in general. He could have willed himself to seem older. Again, to seem like a kooky old man to Jonathan on arrival and get his guard down. But it seems a little superfluous.

4. A combination. One that ties into his desire to pull up stakes—ha ha—and sink his teeth into—HA HA—England, the beating heart—HA—of Colonization Station. We see him giddy in his longwinded diatribe to Jonathan about the glorious era(s) of war, bloodshed, and conquering. We see him ‘take care of’ (and chide) his implied harem of Brides who he doesn’t interact with more than twice. And there’s that comment about ‘Never loving’ from the girls, which Dracula huffs about, looking to Jonathan and them as he insists he has and can love. All of which is while Dracula is already in full teaboo mode. All England, All the Time, Love Me Some London.

Why? The obvious reason is that the Count has recognized that land as the chokehold country it is, having its fingers in all kinds of global network/colony pies. A great place to start drumming up his own empirical hold. Fun. But again, why bother, Dracula? You’re Dracula! You’re immortal and supernaturally gifted and rolling in ye olde gold and can snatch up any pretty young thing you want! Why bother throwing yourself into Conquering and Bloodshed II: Transylvanian Boogaloo?

I think the frank answer is: purpose. Call it a hobby, call it a passion, call it a fixation, call it some big demoniacal imperative to (suddenly) put vast swaths of new blood in his thrall..!

But at the bottom, it’s just a reason to climb out of the coffin again.

Because I think Old Man Dracula has been letting himself age—or imposing that form on himself by will alone—for a very lo-o-ong time. He isn’t really ‘old’ after all; he’s ancient. An Alexander the Great who conquered death itself and has existed long enough to see the shine come off all the wonders he’s won for himself. Wealth and blood and beauties and power and enough generations of terrified locals under his thumb for them to Know Not to Fuck with That. And that…gets dull. A century, maybe two, maybe three into the King of Vampires game, it all just runs together, doesn’t it? No plans to make. No goals to fulfill. No flavor of terror or ecstasy or, hell, simple interaction to engage his brain and guile.

So he stews and stews, imposing the guise of the weary old man on himself, only bothering with his collection of vampire companions as a matter of routine. And isn’t that something in itself? As monstrous sexual predator-coded bogeymen go, only taking three babes for keeps seems an awfully low number. Almost as if he couldn’t be bothered to gather more. Not when they and everything else bored him. Even blood bores him; he takes an odd sip here and there, but what’s the point in putting effort into the game? He lets himself fade on the outside, even as his power keeps on ticking within. I bet he sighed every time he bothered to jump some hapless traveler and exsanguinate them, sans relish.

But then it occurs to him—Well, you won’t break out of this funk rotting in your castle, Count. Get back out there! See how the world’s progressed! See new places, eat new people! Start planning a conqueror’s holiday. You deserve it, champ.

Which is why I think Jonathan met the most young-blooded geriatric giant in the world when he got to Castle Dracula. The Count was on the brink of returning to his young-old self because now there would be a reason to get dressed up and devilish again. He even got to get all the rust out of his mentally menacing muscles with his good friend, Mr. Jonathan Harker, a fresh face from the land he meant to pounce on, totally, gloriously unprepared and unaware of what he was dealing with.

In short, I think Old Man Dracula only happened because he was also Depressed Immortal Bastard up until that point and had, counter to his ladies’ verve and diet, been very listless until he decided to dust himself off and go drink in England. But again, if anyone else knows for sure why he seemed that way at the start, please feel free to point out what section to look at. Hell, maybe it was somewhere in Jonathan’s early entries and I just missed/misread it.

Of course, it could just be the secret 5th reason, ‘Bram Stoker wanted a visual representation of blood making the Count younger and the age-down via blood drinking was an easy display,’ but I want to hope/know it’s a more nuanced reason Just Because

#I'm currently outlining a thing and genuinely need to know if there was a canon 'Why?' for Dracula's appearance at the book's start #I just don't see him letting himself turn to an old man for no reason when the whole point of choosing vampirism is chasing immortality #anyway #shout out in tags/replies/messaging if anyone knows what part of the book to look at #dracula #dracula daily #count dracula

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forerussake · 6 months

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Twenty questions for fic writers

I was tagged by the wonderful @elenothar! Thankssss❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

456.761

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for a bunch of fandoms over the years. Currently I'm most active in Guardian and adjacent fandoms, but I think I could and would still write for pretty much everything I've written for in the past. So the full list would be Guardian, the Silmarillion, QZGS, MDZS/CQL, YYM, the Rebel, DMBJ, and some RPF :D

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Counting the promises as yet unbroken (165)

A ballad of burning lungs and bated breath (125)

A hand within a hand (holding light) (120)

Kaleidoscope (114)

Crowded full of parting's feeling (99)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to always respond to comments, bc i myself really like it when an author responds to my comments, so I would be a hypocrite not to do it myself. But also I kind of enjoy that interaction. Especially if ppl have commented on specific lines or on the themes. Sometimes commenters have insights about my fics that even I didn't have myself while writing, and I like to let them know their thoughts were appreciated :)

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, I am an angst writer, but I often try to make the endings of my fics at least a bit hopeful :/// I think the angstiest ending to a finished fic would have to go to either Crowded full of parting's feeling, which ends with LXC being (for the first time in his life) truly and utterly alone. Kind of a bummer. Or perhaps the easy part, which ends with ZYL crying himself to sleep on the kitchen floor.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

As I said, I try to make my endings hopeful, if not truly happy, but there are a few true happy endings to my fics! I think my RPF pieces tend to be the happiest bc I am slightly less likely to put these guys through the wringer the way I do with my truly fictional blorbos. I think the happiest however is homecoming, which ends with WJX finally coming out as trans and being her best and truest self.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet??? Hopefully it stays that way! I do write RPF though, so I'm very ready for one of the crazy antis to one day drop into my inbox calling me all sorts of nasty things for *looks at writing scribbled on hand* having the audacity to put characters in fictional situations that don't hurt the real ppl that inspired these characters in any way??? yeah :PPP

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Occasionally, when the muse strikes! But my ace brain finds it quite difficult. My mind tends to trail off and scatter all over the place when I get to the actual smut, and I have a hard time reeling it back in. As a result my smutty fics often get needlessly long xD and they also get a little kinky bc my brain tries to come up with ways to stay engaged in its own writing xD I like testing the limits of how poetic I can be about smut scenes.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Almost never. I rarely enjoy reading them unless they are very well done, so I don't generally think of writing them. The only consistent exception to this rule is all the weilan derivative fics! I love those very much, even if I don't always know the characters. So i've written one of those myself: no shame in having loved, a crossover between the Rebel and Detective L, which takes Luo Fei's perspective at snapshots in the Rebel canon, reflecting on everything that Lin Nansheng learns, loses, and cannot seem to stop giving away. It's a sad one, but with a slightly hopeful ending :)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I don't think I'm big enough in any fandom for anyone to consider stealing my work.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I have had one podficced :D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not. On the one hand I think I'd love to try one day, but I'm also very particular about certain things and I fear I might get antsy. I love brainstorming about fic though! Some of my best ideas have come from talking to people.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Uhm Weilan I think? I'm not really in fandom for the shipping.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

ohh hard one. I have three, if I may:

And miles to go (before I sleep): it's a story that's still very dear to me, but it's been so long since I started it that I think I'd need to rewrite the whole thing, bc I've gotten better at writing in the meantime and the style of any new chapter wouldn't match the first ones.

First gradually, and then all at once: I wrote all of this in a single week, and then uni got in the way, and then my hyperfixation on YYM ended and since then the fic's been stuck in unfortunate limbo :(((( I really want to finish it but I need the muse to guide me

Tryptich: not yet posted, but fully planned. It's one of the toughest, angstiest, most cathartic fic plots I have ever come up with, and I really want to write it because it is such a meaningful story about mental health and loss and recovery, but it's also YYM fandom, and as established above I need to regain that hyperfixation for this to move anywhere :(((( or just have a lot of free time on my hands where I can write both the guardian fic stuck in my brain and this.

16. What are your writing strengths?

uuhm, I think atmosphere/scene setting, structure, and character study/reflection.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

dialogue tags (bane of my existence). I also think my work can sometimes drag on, I use too many words sometimes. Also I feel like I can be kind of a one trick pony xD I repeat a lot of similar lines and dramatic build-up between stories.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Can be great when other ppl do it. If it's a language I can read a little bit that's nice , otherwise including a translation at the bottom helps. I'd definitely never write dialogue in a language I'm not fluent in. That being said, I do pay a lot of attention to what language my characters are 'actually' speaking, even if I present their dialogue to my readers in English. For example if would write a phrase like "he pauses to breathe between all three syllables" (which sucks as a line, but bear with me), in an English-language fic where the characters would canonically be speaking Mandarin Chinese, then I would make sure the line that character said would actually contain 3 syllables in both English and Chinese. I do a lot of that kind of reasoning in my head. "If this line, reflecting on dialogue spoken in Y language, was transposed directly into language X that the characters are really supposed to be speaking, would the line still work like this?" if the answer there is no, then I will either change the line, or change the English dialogue until I have something that reflects what I imagine the characters would say in their native language in the way I need!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE??? it's probably either a hand within a hand (holding light) or kaleidoscope.

Thanks again, this was fun!!!

tagging: @pangzi @programmedradly @lunarriviera @lucientelrunya @mjsakurea @lynne-monstr @dual-domination @aredhel-of-doylkien @thedaughterofshadows if you want to :)

#tagged #my writing

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scoonsalicious · 23 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 23, Undressed - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, bad decisions.

Word Count: 291

Previously On...: Sam was on the phone with Bucky when you got back to the safehouse. Just hearing his voice (and Cunthrage's, for good measure) was too much and you needed to get out.

A/N: I'm sorry these parts are so short, but that's why you're getting three in a row! Just remember-- the faster I post, the faster it's over!

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Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

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You were nursing your fourth Malibu and pineapple, more than a little drunk. The beachside bar was loud, a touristy spot, and if you weren’t halfway to plastered, you’d probably find its faux-tropical theme charming. Your brief quasi-interaction with Bucky was leaving you feeling restless and reckless, and you felt the urge to make some bad decisions.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar all alone?” asked Bad Decision as he walked over to you. You looked him over. He was attractive, in a generic All-American kind of way, with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes. Not the crisp ocean blue that haunted your dreams, but close enough that you pretend in your inebriated state.

“I’m sorry,” Bad Decision said after you’d been silent for a moment too long. “It’s a horrible pick up line. Could you, maybe, pretend to write your number down on a napkin so my friends” he pointed behind his shoulder to a table “don’t roast me for failing miserably?”

You looked behind him to see a group of guys watching the interaction with intense interest.

“How old are you?” you asked him.

“Twenty one,” he said proudly, as though surviving this long was an accomplishment. “My buddies and I are here on break from UOhio.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m from Dayton,” you told him.

“No shit!” he said, and he was overly delighted, like a chocolate labrador waiting for a ball to be thrown. “Small world, huh?”

“Sure,” you said, scrutinizing his physique. He was muscular, but not in the way you wanted. But he would do. “Tell me, UOhio,” you began, throwing back the rest of your drink, “do you want my fake number, or do you want a quick fuck?”

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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*:･｡𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ｡･:*

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matchbookarmy · 7 months

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Okay, I'm back. Sorry I needed a bit of a break from things. Just from everything. Not this blog but everything in [gestures vaguely] life.

As some of you know, my phone broke back over the summer and I lost all of my open tabs and where I was on my journey. That definitely was a setback and I didn't know how I wanted to handle it.

But now that I've had time to think about it, I've decided to.... restart my journey.

Lol.

Now I know you probably think I'm insane, but here are my reasons. When I first started reading I was only reading MCU based fic because I thought you had to choose a fandom on AO3. It wasn't for a while before I figured out I could just click on the ship's tag and see everything. So I was severely lacking in 616 fic. Also I didn't read everything when I started. I tended to skip AUs, a lot of the more kinky stuff. As I read more I opened myself up to a lot more types of fics.

And then finally my last reason is I want to change the way I interact with fic and fandom. I want to comment more and read WIPs and I dunno. I want to share and spread my enthusiasm. I also want to pull back in some ways, *except* on this blog. I want to get to know you and gush with you all about these two guys we love so much and all the creativity that gets poured into this fandom and this ship and these characters, the blood the sweat and the tears of it all.

So feel free to message me about anything. I try to be good about answering requests, though, I don't always have a fic that perfectly matches what you want.

I was thinking there's the findingstony blog that finds specific fic that you know exists, but maybe this would be a good place for people to submit things that they are looking for that they haven't already found. Like more general requests of tropes or plots that you want to read. Again I'll do my best to match you with something, but I'll also put them out to my followers (I don't have a ton but we'll see what the community can do).

Anyway, I'd like this to be a community to talk about all these things we love. I know I still have 2-3 unanswered asks, and I haven't forgotten them. For the person who asked for heartwrenching angst with or without a happy ending, I'm trying to decide if I want to rec you the most heart-shattering fic I have ever read. 🤔🤔🤔 (Are you open to Tony being evil?)

Anyway, does this restart mean that I may never get to some truly amazing fics at the end of the alphabet? Almost certainly. There are over 55k Stony fics on AO3. The first time I did this was a ship that had about 500 fics. I read them all in a couple months. I'm not going to complain about having too much good stuff.

But you can feel free to send in your own recs as well. Again, I'd love this to be a community, and a conversation.

Okay, well... I'm off to read. A couple of notes.

I will attempt to read every fic. There will be some that I do not finish. It might just be that it's not to my personal taste.

When I say everything, I do mean *everything*, which means that I may rec some fics that have content that you don't like. I will tag my posts accordingly. I'm not here to debate the ethics of fictional depictions of fictional characters in a fictional relationship with anyone.

I'm going to post as I go through. It's just easier for me that way. Also this way you can literally see my journey, lol. Posts will be scheduled for Saturdays, one post per week, unless my drafts start to get really full, in which case I'll bump it up to two posts per week.

Sometimes I may open a fic and save it in an open tag if I'm not in the right headspace for it, or if I want to read it but I'm not connecting with it at the moment. Or, if it's a really long fic, sometimes I'll intersperse other shorter fics in between chapters. So just because I skip a fic doesn't mean I didn't like it, or I thought it was bad.

Though I will give everything a shot, in general, kid fic is just not my thing, so you're unlikely to see many recs with that topic. But feel free to send in your own fic recs if there's something you really love. I'm sure others would love it as well.

I also generally tend to be not a fan of kink involving bodily fluids other than spit, sweat and semen, but I will give them a chance. Just don't expect a lot of recs for those. Also I'm not really a fan of age play. It's just not my thing.

The only hard pass for me is anything that tries to villainize Steve for MCU Civil War. That's a hard no for me.

Okay, I accidentally added a poll and it won't let me delete it, so....

Lmao - that was supposed to say goodness not goddess. 🙃🙃🙃 This is why I don't do polls. I am far too much of a mess to handle this kind of responsibility.

#personal post

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whitefoxgirl · 2 years

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⏳Ageless⏳ A Namjoon Series {Chapter 3}

Author's Note: Besties! I. HAVE. RETURNED!!!! If you guys didn't see the updates. I had developed a small infection inside my nailbed, it has been taken care of, however, after being taken care of, hurricane Fiona decided to make an appearance. I live in one of the countries affected by hurricane Fiona and I was without electricity or running water until recently. We do have a generator, but as you guys know, these are used for emergencies only, and since college had been put on hold, turning on my desktop was not a priority, instead keeping the food on the refrigerator and phones charged in case of emergencies were the priorities. I'm so happy to see that some of you still enjoy the series and continue to support it even with this unexpected, tiny hiatus. I will keep you guys updated on everything and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you :)

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Female Pronouns) Fandom: BTS Warnings: Ageless Namjoon; Sexual tension; A couple of curse words Genre: Fluff, angst Word Count: 3.6k

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Everything was set. Namjoon had been sitting for 5 minutes in the café because he wanted to be early. He didn’t think that it was a big deal since it was normal for him to be early for things, but as time ticked by, he found his anxiety growing within him. He was feeling as if the world around him was stopping. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he was nervous. He hasn’t been on a date for a long time, his last date being with his ex-fiancé, and he felt that he was going to spill the beans on his secret sooner rather than later.

As he stood when he saw Y/N walking in he couldn’t help but feel safe and happy. He had gotten the table farthest away so that their conversations could be kept secret. When she smiled up at him, he couldn’t help but feel guilty, happy, fortunate but most of all sad. He was leaving, it’s part of who he is now. He couldn’t stay longer, otherwise, people would notice that he wasn’t aging, and it has been 10 years since he had moved to New York. She greeted him, holding his arm gently and having their cheeks press against each other. She was wearing blue jeans that hugged her figure perfectly, a knitted white turtleneck, and a brown cardigan. It matched his style. As he pulled the chair for her, he couldn’t help but think that he was lucky enough to be having a date with someone like her. However, his smile softly faded at the intrusive thoughts that he was having.

“I finished it” she said, almost smiling and looking into his eyes.

Namjoon raised his eyebrows questioning her, but then looked at the book that was coming out of her bag knowing what she was referring to. He smiled gently and leaned forward as he sat down in front of her.

“What did you think?” He asked, in a soft, silky deep voice.

She nodded, thinking for a moment then said, “You truly are cruel!” He laughed at her seriousness, something that she then mirrored.

To anyone, they would have seemed like the perfect couple who are getting to know each other but would somehow end up together. That is what the owner, Yoongi, thought, and certainly, that is also what his wife whispered to him. The couple had always seen Namjoon by himself, and so, seeing him with someone after 10 years of coming to the café was comforting to the couple. Though Yoongi wasn’t a snooper, he was an observer, and his wife, much like him, observed Namjoon since the café opened as she believed that Namjoon and Yoongi would be great friends, only to find that Namjoon had no interest in creating such a bond.

“He looks happy” Yoongi whispered to his wife, who smiled at him and nodded

“It’s about time, I was beginning to worry he was going to die alone!” Yoongi snickered and looked at the couple. He smiled gently to himself and looked at his own wife who was serving what she had cooked for the couple.

“Jagi… What if we give them desert on the house?” Yoongi whispered and looked at his wife, who smiled at him and responded by saying

“Pensamos lo mismo” Yoongi sighed softly; he loved hearing his wife talk in her native language. He thought, or rather hoped, that Namjoon felt the same way he felt about his wife when it came to his date. Yoongi grabbed her chin gently and pecked her lips before leaving with the plates for the couple.

Namjoon nodded gently as he saw Yoongi appear and helped Yoongi by putting their cups and plates away so that Yoongi would place their dinner plates in front of them without any issues. This is something that Y/N noticed. She found that people who treated servers with the respect they deserve tend to be amazing people. She felt her heart swoon as Namjoon thanked Yoongi and told him that the food looked delicious as well as complimented his wife's cooking.

She furrowed her eyebrows and smiled asking “Wife?” to which Namjoon smiled and responded by saying

“Yeah, Mr. Min has a wife. Apparently, she came on to him, not the other way around. They kind of have opposite personalities that compliment each other well” She smiled at this and looked at her food. Namjoon had taken the liberty of ordering for her as she didn’t know what to get. She was eating some rice with little sausages accompanied by chicken that was wrapped in bacon and had a white sauce on top of it. Meanwhile, Namjoon was eating something that looked like mashed potatoes, but in fact, had not been potatoes, they were, as Namjoon said “plantains” and what he was eating was “chicken stuffed mofongo”.

The couple grew silent while eating their food, but Y/N couldn’t help but moan at the deliciousness of the food, something Namjoon smiled to himself for. He had always liked the café that was run by Yoongi and his wife, and he almost kept it a secret for himself, promising to bring only people who he considered special. This was the place he felt comfortable in as the couple had taken him in with Yoongi’s wife hoping the two would be friends. Namjoon smiled at this, knowing that had the circumstances been different, Yoongi would definitely be someone he considered a best friend.

As the couple finished, Yoongi and his wife waved goodbye. Namjoon looked at Y/N and told her

“Get in” something she furrowed at, then noticed him getting in his bicycle. She giggled and got behind him.

As they rode past buildings, her hands near his waist and laughing softly every time they hit a bump or something that would make the ride bumpy. Namjoon couldn’t help but ask himself if he should tell her to call her by his name. He wanted to hear her voice say it. It didn’t feel right to have such an alluring voice say the name that didn’t belong to him. He licked his lips as he made his way down a hill and stopped at her place. She got down and looked at him then at her phone.

“You should really come up. It’s late and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” She looked up and said “Plus… It looks like it might rain, I don’t want you getting wet on your way home”

Namjoon blinked looking up at the sky then at her, it was 11pm, and time passed in the café, as they had been talking for hours. Namjoon didn’t think that their date would extend to be until 11pm. He sighed and nodded taking his bike up the stairs to get inside the building. Y/N guided him from the stairs to the elevator and finally arriving at her apartment. She looked at him while closing the door behind them and smiled. He put his bike somewhere where he thought it wouldn’t bother her.

“Make yourself comfortable.” She said while taking off her cardigan. Something he mirrored by taking off his jacket. He looked around her small apartment and smiled at the pictures she had. One of her and a big dog. One of her with a friend posing in a silly matter. Pictures of flowers and scenery. Her house had small plants around, it didn’t look overwhelming, but welcoming. He looked down beside him once he saw that she was standing next to him. She was small, smaller than him. Her lips looked soft, and her hands looked even softer.

There were unspoken words in his mind. How he wanted to stay and be with her. How he wanted to tell her everything even though it hasn’t been long. He felt like he was going crazy. He didn’t want to be seen as someone controlling or narcissistic, but he felt so at peace. As if he could grow older with her. The weight of what was happening to him was fading each time he spent time with her, or at least, that’s how he felt. But he knew, no matter how much he wanted to know her, spend time with her, grow old with her, it was a sentiment that wouldn’t last. The image of her on her deathbed looking at him, with wrinkles on her skin and gray hairs on her head while he looked like his younger self haunted him. He grabbed her hand gently, caressing her knuckles, and looked at them. Her nails were not painted, but they were clean and had a clear coat on top. The living room was so quiet that all you could hear was how his skin caressed her knuckles. He looked up at her, looking into her eyes then her lips then back at her eyes.

“Junseo…?” She whispered gently.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

He nodded at this question. His voice was soft, whispering as if he was afraid that the moment would leave if he spoke in his regular tone. He gulped and closed his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He then smiled gently and looked at her.

“Can I ask…” he started, something that she responded with a soft hum and a raise of her eyebrows.

“Can you call me ‘Namjoon’?... I just… wanna hear how it sounds” he said, opening his eyes and looking at her with a soft gaze.

She grabbed his cheek gently, looking into his eyes. She wasn’t sure why he wanted her to say a stranger’s name, but in his eyes, it looked like it was significant. She caressed his cheek with her thumb softly, at this Namjoon closed his eyes. It was peaceful. They were at peace with one another. Their distance was closed as Y/N got closer to him, their bodies almost touching but still keeping a small gap between them.

“Nam...Joon…” she whispered almost unsure, testing the waters. She tilted her head slightly to look into his eyes better. He opened his eyes looking into hers then whispered

“한번또… 제발…” He whispered something she didn’t understand. He hasn’t spoken in Korean in a while, not even with Seokjin. He thought to himself, that he truly must be comfortable as he is slowly letting his walls fall.

“Namjoon…” She said, thinking that he asked for her to say the name once again. Her voice was soft and gentle. Namjoon felt warm and fuzzy on the inside. Butterflies were not fluttering in his stomach; he wasn’t nervous or anxious. He was at peace, happy. He didn’t want this moment to end.

“… I only let special people call me that… It’s my secret agent name” He said in a serious voice. Something she giggled at and smiled knowing that he was joking. He smiled at her giggles then looked at her lips then back at her eyes.

“You could tell me anything… And I would believe you” She shook her head smiling. “I don’t know anything about you, but I wanna know everything… Is that weird?”

He shook his head whispering a soft “no” as an answer. He brought his fingertips up her forearm towards her arm. She gasped gently and looked at his lips, her smile fading. She gulped as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb slowly made his way towards her cheek, and her hands softly came down holding his shirt almost near his chest. As his thumb made its way towards her jawline his eyes danced around her features. He could feel his cheeks heat up, and hers as well. Time was holding still. He softly whispered her name and then said

“Could you… call me Namjoon from now on when it’s just the two of us… please?” She nodded at this without questioning it. She thought to herself that when he felt comfortable enough in what they had, the reason as to why he wanted her to call him that would reveal itself. She slowly grabbed his wrist, caressing it gently. She didn’t trust her voice at this moment, something Namjoon noted. As he made his eyes wander in a triangle around her face, he leaned forward. He gulped gently, something she mirrored. As she closed her eyes, Namjoon slowly closed his tilting his head, his last view being her lips that were slightly parted.

As their lips slightly touched, his phone began to ring. He softly sighed, leaning their forehead together. She caressed his chest gently and whispered

“You should take it… It might be important if it’s at this time” He nodded and opened his eyes looking at her then pulled away touching his lips gently.

“I’ll be quick,” He said as he made his way to a corner of the living room. Y/N made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm her heart.

As Namjoon looked at his phone, he saw that the caller ID was Seokjin. Seeing this made him pick up the phone as quickly as possible, his heart was beginning to worry as Seokjin not only knew that Namjoon was going to be out late and would call him in the morning, but Seokjin also didn’t call out of nowhere.

“Seokjin?... Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He said almost hysterically and worried.

“Namjoon, first off, let me calm you down. I’m fine!.. It’s almost midnight and I just… wanted to talk to you. I felt a spider near me that’s why I called” Seokjin said, something that made Namjoon sigh in relief. He didn’t want this to be a call that would mean that would signal that Seokjin’s life was in danger.

“I’m glad to hear that you’re safe” He whispered and continued by saying “You kind of caught me in the middle of something” He chuckled softly and shyly.

“Oh! My! God! Did I just cockblock you?!”

“I don’t think so… I wasn’t-“ He turned around to see if Y/N was near him and whispered “I’m not gonna have sex with her… I’m leaving, remember?”

Seokjin sighed and groaned saying “You need to stop cockblocking yourself, Kim Namjoon! Live your life! Experience love again! You can’t live without a little risk!”

Namjoon sighed at this then looked up at the kitchen, seeing Y/N with a hand near her heart and cheeks red as a beet. He smiled gently and looked at the floor. “It’s complicated…”

“It’s not… I’m gonna hang up so you can talk to her.” Keeping his word, Seokjin quickly hung up without letting Namjoon have another say. Namjoon looked at his phone putting it in his pocket. He then looked out the window, it had started to rain.

As he walked towards Y/N, she couldn’t help but feel like she was doing something wrong. It felt like their relationship was moving fast, but somehow, it felt right. It didn’t feel like they were forcing it, and if he had kissed her right then and there, or even rearranged her guts, she would feel like it was the right time for them to do so. To her, everything seemed in perfect order, even if to others it seemed like it was too fast.

“It was my grandfather. He saw a spider” She giggled at his explanation and asked him if they were close, something Namjoon nodded and smiled saying “He’s my best friend.” Her eyes soften at this and look into his eyes. She made her way towards him grabbing his hands.

“Is he okay now? No more spiders?” She asked, to which he nodded. She licked her lips and then bit them, not knowing if she should continue where they left off, or if they should just move on.

“I… I feel like I should apologize.” He said while looking into her eyes, shaking his head slowly. He didn’t want to apologize, because he did want to kiss her, but he didn’t know if she wanted the same thing or if he was reading the situation wrong. She furrowed her eyebrows at his words, making him elaborate on them by saying

“I don’t know if you want to kiss me… Or… Even do romantic things, or rather, couple things with me.” She smiled gently, blinking softly. She closed the gap between them putting her arms around his neck.

“I want to… Do you?”

“Yes”

He licked his lips, and leaned forward slowly, grabbing her waist gently. He closed his eyes as he tilted his head. He felt her get on her tippytoes, closing the gap between them even more. As their lips touched in a soft kiss, the couple couldn’t help but feel like they were on cloud nine. Namjoon felt her soft lips on his and felt like he was his younger self again. In love, optimistic. His mind was not running on the idea of her being old and him staying young, rather, it was present in the moment. Y/N felt like the luckiest person. His lips were soft and plump. His kisses were gentle as if he was afraid of hurting her, and his thumbs caressing her waist felt like the icing on the cake as he made circles around her waist. It was perfect.

The only thing that was heard around the living room were the soft kisses Namjoon was giving Y/N and how his thumbs were caressing her waist. Namjoon’s shirt ruffled a bit as he felt Y/N’s hands move towards his hair and caress it, gripping it ever so gently and pulling him closer to her to deepen the kiss. As Namjoon pulled away gently, he felt his eyes look into her features. Her cheeks were red, her lips were glossy and pink from the kiss and her eyes were still closed as if she didn’t want to let go of the moment.

He wiped her bottom lip gently with his thumb. She opened her eyes and looked at him, asking him

“Will we see each other again?” in a soft whisper. Namjoon, not trusting his own voice, nodded and leaned his forehead on hers, closing his eyes. Even if he didn’t trust his voice, he felt the need to say

“Of course... I wanna see you again.”

What it felt like minutes, but only had been seconds, the couple just stood there in each other’s presence. Namjoon caressing her waist and skin gently while she touched his hair and neck softly. Namjoon, without thinking, said what was on his mind.

“I’m having a hard time letting go…” He whispered gently, his voice going down an octave. It wasn’t sexual, not to him nor Y/N. They both knew it was romantic.

“Me too…” She responded in a whisper as she pulled away and looked into his eyes. She put her hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. “Wanna sleep in my bed?”

He smiled gently then shook his head softly saying “I wanna be a gentleman”

She chuckled gently then said “And if I don’t want you to be?” pecking his lips gently. Namjoon chuckled then shook his head saying

“You don’t know what you’re asking, babygirl” She smiled at this and responded by saying

“I think I do know what I’m asking, Namjoon” He blushed at her words. He was right, his name did sound perfect coming from her lips. “But… Let’s leave that for another night. Tonight, let’s just sleep.”

He nodded at this and let himself be dragged towards her bed, knowing that the both of them would just sleep together was enough for him. Her presence, while he slept, was enough for him. This was enough, they didn’t need to rush anything, because everything fell naturally to them.

As they lay together in bed, Namjoon couldn’t help but to want to cuddle with her, something that Y/N was also yearning for. She took the first step and hugged Namjoon without much thought. Namjoon hugged her back pressing a kiss on her forehead. The hairs on her head tickled his nose, the soft scent of her shampoo dancing on his scent. He knew he had to say something about him leaving in 3 weeks. He wanted to say it, but he knew it wasn't the right time. He closed his eyes and whispered her name, getting no response. Her steady breathing was a confirmation for him that she had fallen asleep on his chest.

“I’m leaving in 3 weeks…” He whispered, to nobody in particular. “I don’t wanna leave you, because you make me so happy, but I can’t stay here with you and have you risk your life because of me. If I’m found… They’ll use me for experiments… Kill me… I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re… so precious to me. It’s crazy because we’ve known each other for such little time but… I care about you so much… I can’t bare to hurt you in any way possible” Namjoon felt his eyes water as he looked at the window. He pressed a kiss on her forehead breathing unsteadily and caressing her hair.

“Whatever happens… I hope you can forgive me, Y/N.”

He hugged her closer and closed his eyes feeling like the world was playing a cruel joke on him. Everything he ever wanted was in his arms, but he couldn’t have it because of the situation he was in. He hated himself. Hated the world. Hated everything that was happening. He could only wish to hate Y/N so he could leave with Seokjin without feeling pain, but he couldn’t do it. All he could feel was himself falling deeper and deeper in love with the woman in his arms, and he hated that eventually, he was going to be the catalyst of her pain.

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