#if u read fated arrangement you’ll like this too !!

[boyfhees]

TAKE TWO | diluc

PRECIS. amidst rain and regrets, diluc asks you for another chance ( 1.58k )

GENRE. angst, bittersweet maybe, exes to ?

WARNINGS. they only talk like, 5 times in the whole fic, mentions of breakups, reader has emotional trauma bro, tea ( literally ) bc im a coffee supremacist, unedited version my old friend 🫶

NOTE. for my bestie and the best writer on this site @wolfhookk like u can never not fall in love with her writings, someone tell this to her until it's imprinted in her head. bff ily i hope u like this red hair man angst 🧎 ps there are a lot of lang leav references. ALSO THANK HER BC IF IT WASN'T FOR RI I WOULDN'T HAVE WRITTEN ANOTHER GENSHIN WORK ANYTIME SOON LMAO

“i don’t usually invite my exes to my house,” diluc shoots you an apologetic look, or maybe that’s how you perceive it. you were once good at reading his expression, now you no longer know how to do that, for the person in front of you feels like a stranger.

he doesn’t say anything, not that he has to. diluc thought it was fate, but then he realised it’s a mere coincidence. it rained without a forecast and you being the kind soul you are, let him stay over until the rain stops. and even though you told him to not read too much into the situation, you don’t think diluc understood a word, judging from the way he still looks at you with a lovelorn smile.

something shifts in the air after you step into the kitchen, almost half-a-way through the process of making his preferred choice of tea. there’s a dramatic pause right before you pour it into the cup, watching the wisp spin into the despairing air surrounding you in the kitchen. you take a step back, running your mind over all the moments you and diluc spent together, looking through the first mention of him in your memories— it’s gone, you conclude, faded or perhaps, hidden behind the blankets of sorrow and remorse.

your attention shifts back to the tea as you proceed to pour it into the cup, wondering why you still remember how to make his favourite tea the way he taught you, or how much sugar he prefers. you press your mind to come up with an excuse before all these things, they don’t make sense to you; not anymore.

“you still buy tulips everyday,” his voice drives you out of your thoughts. you pick up the tray, making your way into the living room, placing it on the centre table before taking a seat by the farthest corner on the couch.

your gaze follows his eyes, settling upon the wilted tulips resting on your kitchen counter. the truth is— you don’t want to buy them, but something about watching the tulips every time you pass by the kitchen puts you at ease. you don’t know the reason, you don’t wish to know either. the first time you bought tulips was for diluc’s first birthday after the of you had moved in together. it wasn’t the first time; in fact, he had a habit to buy flowers for you. a new bunch, a new arrangement, every single day. but something changed after that birthday. whether for good or for bad, diluc never purchased anything flowers except tulips. he says it’s because they reminds you of him, and you reasoned it saying that you’re down to settle with anything that makes him happy.

though, you don’t know if that’s the case anymore. the tulips, perhaps they’re for you. a reminder to never forget what you had, and a mnemonic for everything that you both could’ve been before everything withered down.

“and the tea still tastes how it used to,” he mutters above the silence intoxicating the atmosphere. there’s a sense of nostalgia in his voice, a hint of yearning in every word that rolls off his lips; and it all contradicts the words he said to you two years ago.

his words would’ve meant a lot more if he said them before he made mistakes that could never be corrected and before you decided to cut the string and walk on a separate path. that’s the tragedy of growing up— you’ll run out of feeling something new for the first time. the sad thing is; you only get so much of those moments— a handful if you’re lucky— and then you spend the rest of your life turning them over in your head.

maybe that’s why he meant as much to you as he did, and why you held on for so long even after knowing things wouldn’t work out. you didn’t know it back then, but he was the last time you would ever feel anything new.

“diluc—” your voice is almost quite, a bit above what classifies as a whisper, dripping with hesitation and groundless assumptions. “this means nothing.”

the need to classify that stays far beyond your comprehension, but you take a look at him and realise that he knew it, nonetheless. his hopeless eyes tell you that it’s all because of the impromptu rain; the way his gaze flutters all around the room, never residing upon you hints that diluc knows you invited him out of decency, and there’s no point hoping for this to morph into something more.

“i know,” he smiles, because you invited him over as someone you used to know; someone you wouldn’t have looked back at if not for the comical play of destiny.

you let silence lead the next few minutes. the sound of rain fading into nothing as it ceases to pour; a question pops inside your head— is he in a relationship? it’s stupid, knowing it’s none of your concerns now that he isn’t a part of your life anymore. your mind knows it’s useless, your heart craves an answer, and you wonder if the mind ever answers the heart. the way it keeps conjuring up what’s no longer there. you don’t know why you keep swinging like a pendulum between pulling him close and pushing him away, which you know the mirage will never be true. but the heart does not have eyes and the mind cannot resist when it asks, just one last time.

diluc puts the cup back on the tray, mumbling a soft thank you before wiping his hair with the towel around his neck, the one you had given him before letting him inside. “i heard you never dated after we broke up,”

there’s a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and it takes you a few minutes to recognise it for what it was— remorse. he looks at you, half defeated, half hopeful, as if he’s aware of the damage inflicted upon you, all because of his mistakes. you feel something linger in the silence, a broken fragment of memory, or perhaps the essence of unsaid words pressuring the air, forcing you to succumb to sorrow. it takes you back to when you were looking at him, desperate and with your hands into front of him to intertwine with his, and he called your name as if it pained him to say it. you don’t realise when it had stopped raining, or when the clock struck eleven, just the way you didn’t realise when the love between you and diluc shattered down to a chore.

he stands up, typing something on his phone which seems like texting, before his attention shifts back to you. “i’ll get going,”

“right now? it’s eleven at night. you can stay—” and a pause. it’s reminds of the very first time you had asked him to stay over; the night that ignited sparks of something between you and him that set ablaze when you kissed him because of a game of spin the bottle. “i mean, it’s too late and dangerous to drive back, especially in this weather.”

“i’ll stay at a friend’s for the night.” he states, you nod in response. there’s a glint of disappointment in your voice; perhaps you were hoping for something more, perhaps a closure— a chance. you don’t know why you had high expectations when you swore to never see him again. falling in love is dangerous. it’s like holding your heart in your fist and letting it go— one finger at a time. you know it’s getting out of your hold, slipping through your fingers, yet you can’t do anything. there comes a point when you’ve let it get out of your grasp, surrendering it to someone; and falling out of love is like walking hand in hand with death because your heart lies somewhere astray, with someone else, but you have to move on.

because first love is never the first person you give your heart to— it’s the first one who breaks it.

you follow him to the door, noticing his every single move as he slips into his coat, followed by his shoes. you realise that you’ve always loved him more than yourself; so much more than even after all these years, every single piece of your heart years for him, or even a part of him, knowing that if there’s someone responsible for all the days and nights you’ve spent spilling tears on your pillow, it’s him. it’s like a tender sacrifice; like a faint silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. it’s in every considered step you’ve taken in the opposite direction of him, and his every word that drove you away from him.

diluc stops as you were about to shut the door, looking you in the eyes for the very first time that night. “i know everything that happened was my fault,” he begins, and you wonder if you’re ready for another one of those apologies he offered you after you broke up with him, but his eyes tell a whole ‘nother story. “but in future, if you find yourself in a position to fall in love again, please fall in love with me.”

and the second you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t in love anymore was the moment you realised you were, and you’ve always been.

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[itswildwinters]

Hello lovelies and welcome to my October 2020 fic recs. These are the fics that I read these last few months. The main pairing is Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles.

This is also an appreciation post to all writers out there. Thank you for contributing so much to the fandom, for making all these incredible pieces of work for us all to read!

I’m wishing you all a happy Halloween in advance!

If you check out any of those incredible fics below, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show your appreciation!

Enjoy!

From What I’ve Tasted of Desire by @evilovesyou 

When Louis moves to the small Scottish town of Fortrose to spend some time with his father, he thinks he's come to terms with the fact that the next two years of his life will be rainy and dull. That changes when he meets the ever-elusive Harry Styles in his Biology class and he makes it his goal to find out the big secret surrounding him and his family. Louis unexpectedly finds himself in the eye of a storm of secrecy, age-old myths, friendship and romance.

Twilight AU / Vampires / Werewolves / Slow Burn / Highschool & College AU

eyes off you by @soldouthaz

“Just promise me you’ll do whatever it takes to keep us all safe while we’re in there,” Liam says.

Through the crack in the door, Louis can just barely make out the broad curve of Harry’s back, the slope of his curls as they tumble down all sleep-soft and lazy, and the sharp twist of his arm - all leading down to where he’s got his pointer and middle finger crossed over each other behind his back.

“I promise,” he tells Liam firmly, “I promise.”

--

or; a charlie’s angels inspired fic where louis is the brains, harry is the charm, liam is the muscle, and niall drives the getaway car - and zayn is there, too. sometimes.

Action / Pining / Assassins (kill bad people)

Walls by Travis_Crux 

Following his line of sight, he frowned and shook his head, "What's wrong?"

"Wasn't your timer on your ring finger?" Liam asked, at that the Alpha immediately swapped the tumbler and looked down at his finger which sported a string of tiny blue flowers on the underside of his ring finger.

The two of them looked at one another.

"You could've touched nearly fifty people by the time you grew delirious," Liam advocated, always the voice of reason. "Comrades, nurses, doctors."

Sighing, he turned away and continued drinking the water. Literally, the only fucking thing remaining in the middle of a fucking war.

Or

Harry has his soulmate timer stuck at zero from the beginning of time but suddenly the fates show mercy and a lovely forget-me-not takes the place of his timer. In between finding his soulmate in a war camp and solving the puzzle of the charismatic doctor who is treating him, all he can hope for is to live.

ABO / World War I / Soulmates / Angst / Hurt-Comfort

works like a charm by @falsegoodnight

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone.

One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts.

Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts.

Three: They do not get along.

So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

Harry Potter Setting / Porn With Plot / Enemies to Lovers

(quiet like a fight) fingers laced together by @letthemkissyou

It’s a thin hope, frail and as thin as the silver strands of a spider web, desperate in the way Louis keeps clinging onto it even when he’s already expecting and preparing for the worst. Maybe one day, he’ll have a home, a place where he can feel safe and sound, tucked away safely from the world that has the tendency to treat him horribly and then even worse, that maybe there will be someone in his life who cares for him, even if in the smallest of ways, and does not just use him for whatever they tend to need at the moment.

Or, the one where Harry is gifted a hybrid and it's a whole new world for the both of them.

Hybrid Louis / Past Abuse / Fluff / Angst 

We’ll Cast Some Light (You’ll Be Alright) by fondleeds 

There’s tense silence, the whole room completely hushed. The other teams on surrounding tables look between each other. Then, Louis pushes himself away from the table noisily, chair scraping. His face is angered and crumpled, red at the ears. The door slams behind him as he rushes out. The surrounding teams look at Harry simultaneously.

“God, Simon is going to kill us if we don’t die on this mission first,” Niall moans into his hands.

-

There’s a standard procedure for this. Scan, track, kill. But with a solar eclipse and a Greater Demon with unfinished business looming, the path to keeping England safe from harm becomes complicated and shadowed by mystery and secrets. For Harry and his team, times have never been harder, especially when a few old friends turned foes show up. Harry is left with just over forty days to overcome the hurdle of tension between them and reconcile their past, and figure out just what Louis is hiding from him before it’s too late.

Demons / Enemies to Lovers / Violence / Angst / Fluff / Demon Hunters / Smut

Three Days in February by @mercurial-madhouse

“We have to get out of here, outside,” Harry whispered, turning his hand in Louis’s grip to hold on and pull them both to their feet. “And how do we fucking do that?” Louis hissed, carefully rising and pulling Harry to his feet before Harry could do it. His gaze darted to the front then back of the arena. “None of the doors are where they’re supposed to be.” “What?” Harry looked around again too, couldn’t see any doors, only knew that they must be there, somewhere. “How do you know?” Confusion slid over Louis's features. “Because we’ve been here before, Haz. It’s the O2.” The show. It must be the first night of their tour. They were too late; they were out of time.

Louis is cursed after a night out with the lads and the five have just three days to figure out what happened and how to break it before Harry and Louis both lose their sanity and maybe something more. Louis can hear everything Harry thinks and Harry isn’t sure he can keep his feelings for Louis a secret from his own mind.

Ridiculous amounts of banter and angst, a lot of Harry and Louis alone together, a healthy dose of OT5 friendship, and one very magical weekend.

Friends to Lovers / Fluff / Angst / Action / Adventure / Magical Realism / Hurt-Comfort / Slow Burn

Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by @crazyupsetter

The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Explicit Sexual Content / Vampires / Incubus / Dubious Consent / Blood / Violence

The Compulsion to Find Love by Toomanytears

The most prestigious English third-level institution, Candling University, accepts omega students for the first time and Louis Tomlinson applies with bright eyes and brighter ambitions. There he encounters personal obstacles, traditional mindsets and a beautiful boy who inverts every prejudice Louis has ever known.

ABO / Omega Louis / Alpha Harry / Worldbuilding / Slow Burn / Fluff / Angst

Just a bit of work by missyoutoosweetscheeks

It was quite painfully pathetic, really. Twenty five, stable job, stable flat, stable mind (well, quite), a painfully non-existent love life with an even more painfully intact virginity.

Marcel didn't think his life was going to get better with his painfully aparent sociopathic tendencies to block anyone who showed interest in him.

Until, of course, he became Louis Tomlinson's next prey.

OR

In which Marcel is a virgin, and becomes his office's amorous co-worker's next big conquest.

Top Harry / Bottom Louis / Office Sex / Dubious Consent / Porn Without Plot 

Fuck U Betta by @jacaranda-bloom

There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.

OR the one where Harry likes the thrill of the chase, Louis likes to be chased, and everyone gets what they need… in the end.

Porn Without Plot / Light BDSM / Top Harry / Bottom Louis

push you out, pull you back in by @behisoneandonly

Harry grips his head in his hands helplessly, yanking the base of his dark curls and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the strands of his hair.

“Hey, hey,” says the petite stranger in front of him, quickly standing up. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

–

Or Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

College/University AU / medical student Harry / Fashion student Louis / Strangers to Lovers / Pining / fluff / slight angst / Hut-Comfort / Anger Management

might we be stardust stories by ryanreynolds

"It was easier being at war."

In which werewolves and vampires have been fighting each other for a century, and Harry and Louis' marriage is what's gonna bring peace to the realm. Hopefully.

Werewolves / Vampires / Arranged Marriage / Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Pining / Fantasy

Like Candy In My Veins by littlelouishiccups

“Um…” Harry said slowly after a moment. “Okay. That’s… this is… Let me get this straight.” He lifted up a hand and swallowed. “You told your family that you have a boyfriend… and my name was the first one you thought of?” “Harry Potter was on TV, alright? It wasn’t that much of a stretch.” Louis pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t believe he was explaining himself to Harry fucking Styles. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. “Forget it. I’m sorry I even thought about bringing you into this.”

Harry snorted. “What? Did you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend or something?”

(Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.)

ABO / Fake-Pretend Relationship

until this blood runs cold by @soldouthaz

In a town as small as Louis’, everybody knows everybody and gossip spreads faster than the wildfires that rage on just outside their backdoors in the sweltering heat of summer. When something happens here everyone knows about it within seconds. Neighbors call neighbors and notes are left on doorsteps, old telephone lines ringing until there isn’t a single person who is left in the unknown.

So it’s definitely hot gossip when a vampire moves in across the street from him, the very same one who’s just become Louis’ boss.

Vampire Harry / Frottage / Blood Drinking

call you mine by @falsegoodnight

“I have a request.”

That’s what Louis Tomlinson says to Harry when he opens the front door a bit too aggressively. The latter feels justified after a round of annoyingly incessant knocking that was much too loud in the drowsy sludge of early Saturday morning.

“Zayn’s asleep,” is Harry’s tired, hoarse reply, irritation prickling at his skin. Less than a minute ago he was in bed, feeling perfectly content sprawled out on the mattress with the chilled air from the fan cool against his bare skin. And now he’s leaning up against the wooden door frame in nothing but his briefs because Zayn’s best mate decided that showing up unannounced at seven in the fucking morning was a brilliant idea.

“I’m not here for him,” says Louis curtly.

-

Or, Louis’ curious about how it feels to be bitten. Harry’s going to need more than just one bite.

Plot What Porn / Vampire Harry / Bottom Louis

your biggest fan by @soldouthaz​

Just like everyone else, Louis has a few habits that he can’t seem to break. Guilty pleasures, rather. His nails are perpetually short because he can’t quit biting them, the bottom of his shoes scuffed from tapping his foot constantly. Sometimes his leg gets a cramp from bouncing it so often underneath his desk. That isn't too bad, he reckons, just some average teenage coping mechanisms.

And also, occasionally, minor instances of theft.

Top Harry / Bottom Louis / Porn What Plot / Nerd Louis / Jock Harry

give me love by @falsegoodnight​ & @soldouthaz​

Despite being an omega, Louis’ always had a blatant dislike of alphas.

-

Or, Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

ABO / Alpha Harry / Omega Louis / Bottom Louis / Past Relationship Trauma / Slow Burn / Angst / Fluff

The Stars Look Very Different Today by @kingsofeverything​

For Harry Styles, child genius turned glorified spaceship mechanic, rescuing lost or broken down ships is a fairly common occurrence.

There’s nothing common about his latest mission, the ship, or that ship’s captain.

The last thing he expects to find in a distant galaxy is the one thing he’s been missing on Earth.

Space / Time-Travel / Science Fiction & Fantasy / Enemies to Lovers

The cat is out of the bag by 28sunflowers

Harry somehow gets himself stuck as a black cat on Halloween and needs help from Louis to change back into his human form.

The problem is: Louis doesn’t even know witches exist, much less that Harry is one. And there’s also the fact he thinks Harry is ghosting him after they had sex for the first time.

So the situations isn’t ideal. But it’s okay. Harry will figure something out.

Light angst / Witch Harry / Potions Accident / Fluff and Humour 

#fic recs #october 2020 #larry stylinson

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hello!! so glad that you opened requests again, u r saving my day <3 Could I please request the disney villains experiencing love at first sight? With Clayton, Ratigan and Sheriff of Nottingham? Ur writing always make me happy :)

Sorry! 1. I’ve taken so long to get to this and I’m so sorry!! And 2. I’ve never really considered writing for the Sheriff of Nottingham before 😅 Which means I don’t know how. I tried to watch a few clips of him but I couldn’t… really… find a, connection?? With him?? If that make sense. Sorry!! I’ll work on it and try to get him in another post ^^

I hope you like these two though!

Thank you so much for your compliment, the fact that you’re happy makes me so happy!!!

~~~

Clayton:

·         It was one of those ‘I saw a beautiful person and I didn’t know it then, but this is the one I’ll be working with later’ kind of situations. He see’s you on the dock where he usually sets off on the ship’s to faraway places for work, and-

·         Zing!

·         He approaches you and starts a conversation. Turns out, you’re there just for fun; Enjoying the ocean, reading a book, and eating cheese bread from a deli close by. In fact, you’ll be setting off one of these ships next week! You’re super excited about it.

·         As soon as Clayton hears that you’re leaving, his heart plummets and he gets grumpy. Not outwardly, of course, because he’s an English gentleman still, but hidden away inside him is definitely a crankiness storm.

·         You spend about 15 minutes together, and it’s great. He had a really, really good time with you, as if your very presence is a privilege that he has been removed from for too long and now he has the deepest desire to keep you close for as much time as he can. But he has work to do, and you have to get home.

·         Its heavy on his heart.

·         For the rest of the week before he’s due to set off, he looks out for you around the dock’s, but of course, you don’t show. That isn’t how fate works. He doesn’t even believe in fate. They’re probably far too busy packing for their trip.

·         He doesn’t even quite understand his feelings. Love at first sight isn’t real, is it? Absolutely not. Let it go. That person was lovely, but they’re gone now. Get over it. You have a big pay day coming up, focus on that. The porter’s and the gorillas need your undivided attention. 

·         The day he’s due to set off with the Porter’s to Africa, he’s trying to forget you while he finishes arrangements, and gets everyone settled in the ship, and look out with the father-daughter duo for their third companion for the trip-

·         When he sees you again. And its like his heart noticed you first because it warms up completely in his chest before his eyes even recognise you.

·         He feels uneasy, and anxious, and fiddly, and he wonders whether he should rush over and possibly bother you, as this is a very difficult, busy atmosphere and its hard to navigate, or if he should just stay here and not get anymore attached or involved with you. He plans to forget all about you over the duration of this trip, anyway. Going to see you now would be a hindrance to that. 

·         This means that he’s standing there as still as a cactus beside the bouncy, excited Professor Porter staring at you. It would be rather nerve-wracking if you saw him.  

·         Then Miss Porter rushes over to you, takes your suitcase for you and starts walking you over here and Clayton realises:

·         You’re the third companion. You’re coming with them. Your trip is with him!

·         He relaxes immediately. Lucky. Then quickly slips into his gentlemanly, confident persona, greeting you and helping you all aboard. 

Professor Ratigan:

·         I have actually written something like this before! The Rom Com Meet-Cutes! So read that, and I’ll just build on what was going through Rattigan’s mind during that exchange.

·         So Ratigan see’s that you are struggling on the floor amongst all those discourteous minions of his and gets up to go help you out (The group parting like the wrong end of magnets as he walks through it), and when he does he puts his hand vaguely in front of you so you see it, and have the choice whether to take it or not. The second you do, you’re heaved to your feet (He looked graceful while doing it- you looked like melty chocolate being swooshed up in the air, bending until you reached a wonky straight position).

·         You looked up at your assistor, blood dripping out of your nose and eyes bright with adrenaline (You know, because you were working in a bustling, energetic environment and now because you have been injured), the weight of your hand still in his, and just like that-

·         The Zing! ; A coup de foudre. Specifically, love at first sight.

·         Its not exactly a profound, magical feeling, but it’s a deep desire to get to know you. He think’s you’re gorgeous, even with blood dripping down your lips and all over your hands as you try, clumsily, to keep it a bay, and he thinks this is a person that he wants to have in his life. That he wants to see smile when he comes up with a genius new plan, that he wants to do whatever he can to turn up for on important dates.

·         He wants to know how you smile, and what individual smiles are about, and if you’ll let him play with your hair, and what you’re geeky about, and what you like about him.

·         And Professor Ratigan is a man of action, so he knows he’s going to try and have you. He lets a (Shocking, to you) grin rip over his sharp teeth and beady eyes and crinkle’s his nose as he introduces himself and leads you to a quieter place to deal with your injury. As far as he’s concerned, he’s walking you towards the rest of your, now conjoined, lives.  

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

ooh ask day! are you working on any of your own writing at the moment? what excites you about it? is your writing similar to your prompts in any way? or do the prompts fulfill something else for you?

mainly im working on getting my first novel published, which you can read about HERE. otherwise, the sequel, an adult fiction project, and an urban fantasy type YA about a town called florida. in florida. Florida, florida.

Florida project, working title BORDERLINE, is the most in line with my general prompt vibe here. a little cosmic horror, bent reality, just generally odd.

I never write stuff based off the prompts, but I DO write prompts based off my own stuff, very occasionally. for me, writing prompts is like scales for a musician. keeps my brain well oiled.

*still taking asks, no requests please*

anyway, ive been working on Florida project a lot lately. have an excerpt:

Backpage:

Lin O’Leary was born and raised in the town of Florida, Florida, tucked away into a corner of the state’s forgotten coast. All the locals know Florida is a strange place, rumored to stand on a borderline, where the veil is thin and mysterious forces wander alongside the human population. The daughter of Irish and Mexican immigrants, Lin knows you can only find trouble if you go looking for it, and like the rest of Florida’s residents, lives comfortably alongside the supernatural. This is before Momoko Kasahara disappears into thin air, frightening the town of Florida into a new, ultra-cautious existence. Five years after Momo’s disappearance, Lin is seventeen, a highschool dropout now working at a convenience store, her once vibrant town still plagued by fear. The days drag by, mundane as they come in Florida, occasionally punctuated by unpleasant visits from Bo Kasahara, brother to Momo and full time asshole. Then, one fateful late shift, Lin sees the missing Kasahara twin standing in the aisles, gone as quickly as she appeared. Meanwhile, a stranger arrives from California, claiming to be a paranormal investigator hellbent on uncovering the mysteries of Florida, and suddenly Lin is faced with a choice. Be smart and keep her head down, or dive headlong into the strange mist that so often covers Florida, to rescue Momo Kasahara, and return her town to the way she remembers it.

1. 100% humidity feels like breathing underwater.

L I N

Florida ate Momoko Kasahara on the most miserable day of the year, and washed her down with a thunderstorm. A lot of other important things happened that day, but Momo’s disappearance overshadowed them all. Momo was the coolest girl in our class. She had shiny black hair that ran down to her waist. She liked to wear a different flavor of lip gloss every day of the week, and could sing in Japanese. I was on my way home from the beach when I saw the police cars in her driveway, and her twin brother sitting on the porch, painted purple in the twilight. 

He shook his head, at me, slow, and all the sound seemed to drain out of the world. The flashing police lights distorted his face, as bright white clouds passed too quickly above us. The whole scene drove a stake of wrongness hard into my chest. Sometimes even now, I dream about it. Bo and I watching each other. The dead silence. The purple light. The too white clouds. And Momo, eaten.  For the first time in my life, I was afraid of my own town. 

My name is Lin O’leary. I live in Florida, Florida, a nothing sort of place crammed into an extra forgotten corner of the state’s already forgotten coast. Some days I can forget about Momo, and everything that happened in the hours before she vanished. Heff says I’m good at keeping my eyes closed, even when they’re open. 

I really wish he were right. 

2. Cloudy with a chance of hotdogs (haunted).

J U L I E N

I was standing in front of the worst building I had ever seen. Slab grey and full of sharp edges, additions had been slapped onto every side until it resembled an impossible puzzle piece. The front windows were crowded with signs for cold beer and hot food, but the glass itself was opaque. It was a convenience store from hell, a collection of stationary parts so nonsensical I was worried it might grow a few new alcoves if I blinked. Above the door, an unintelligible sign in complicated neon cursive flashed electric blue. There was a neon clock too, flickering wildly, just striking twelve.

I must have walked halfway across town, and as far I could tell this was the only place that sold food at all, let alone past three in the morning. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to go inside. My stomach was a mess, and haunted convenience store hot dogs could only make it worse. I fished my phone out of my pocket, but the little service I had was, like the midnight clock above me, barely clinging to existence, my map application nothing more than a collection of beige squares. There was no one around. The sky was intensely dark, a pitch black blanket of clouds. Water hung thick in the air, the night time street so quiet I could almost hear beads of sweat sliding down my already slick face. No, there was nothing for it. I needed directions. 

The bell above the door made a strange, flat sound as I pressed inside. If the building was weird from the outside, that was nothing to its interior. The shelves, tall and numerous, had been arranged like maze walls. The overhead lights were blinding, stark white, and every other tile on the floor was mismatched. Some were squares of carpet. The only thing really visible from the entrance was the register, a fortress made of dark wood and surrounded by lottery advertisements. Behind the counter, a girl was reading something intently. As I got closer, I saw it was the back of a box of oatmeal.

“Hi,” I said, adjusting the duffel bag that had been crushing my left shoulder for an hour. 

The girl nodded, but didn’t look up. She had thin black hair, pin straight and chin length. Her skin was a warm, golden brown. Her shirt said something in miniscule writing, but my glasses were a little foggy, so I would have had to practically press my face to her chest to read it, which didn’t seem like a great first impression.

“Can you help me? I’m looking for the Fahrenheit Motel. I think it’s supposed to be around here.” 

Finally, she glanced at me. 

“It’s just around the corner. See the glasses store across the street? Go straight past that and make the second left, you’ll run right into it.” 

She pointed out the window, and I realized they were one way. 

“Who built this place?” I asked. 

She shrugged. 

“We’ve had a lot of owners. Everyone adds something new.”

There was something off about her. Like we were talking, but mentally she was still 

reading the box of oatmeal. 

“I’m Julien,” I said, sticking out a hand. She raised her eyebrows before taking it. 

“Lin,” she said, with another small nod. 

Her face was round, but her features were knife sharp. I wondered what she looked like angry. Maybe that was a really weird thing to think. 

Not wanting to ask for a second set of directions, I wandered around the store for thirty minutes before returning to the counter with a gallon of chocolate milk and a bag of seaweed flavored potato chips. 

“I can’t believe you have these. I didn’t think you could find them outside of California.”

Instead of replying, Lin held up the chocolate milk. 

“There’s no fridge in your room at the Fahrenheit. You know that right?”

“I was told on the phone… ” I started.

“There’s a fridge, but it’s in the lobby, communal. Kimmy’ll drink this.” She gave the milk a little shake before scanning it. “Just warning you.”

“Thanks,” I said, as she stuffed my things in a smiling shopping bag. 

I paused on my way out.

“Goodnight,” I said, “Or, good morning I guess.” 

Lin stared at me, then glanced at the box of oatmeal and back. 

“Morning,” she said, with a sigh.

***

I followed Lin’s directions, and wound up at last in front of a long, low building sporting a vacancies sign. Even in low light I could see about a hundred sad looking plastic flamingos had been stuck all over the lawn, the bushes, even the gravel path that led to the front door. I had to pick my way around them on approach. 

There was no one at the front desk. The reception area was lit only by the green blue light coming from an enormous fishtank that didn’t seem to have any fish in it. As I approached the counter, I noticed someone had left the key to my room out for me, next to a scrap of paper bearing the wifi password. I picked up the key, old and brass, then watched the fishtank for a second, before turning around and experiencing heart failure. 

A very old woman with wiry black hair was standing there in her nightgown, arms crossed and frowning at me. She didn’t apologize for nearly sending me to my grave. 

“I’m up. I can check you in properly,” she said, shuffling past me. “I’m Kimmy, but you can call me Miss Kimmy. You got ID?” 

I dug it out of my wallet while she opened a dusty guest book. 

“The reservation is for Julien True,” I said. 

Miss Kimmy glanced at the ID I had just handed her. 

“That’s not what this says.”

“I know. It’s a stage name,” I admitted, “everything else is correct.”

She raised an eyebrow to herself, but didn’t ask any more questions. 

“Now listen,” she said finally, shutting the guest book with a snap. “I’ll be honest, there’s not much to do around here. There’s a bus runs to the state forest during the day, and the beach isn’t going anywhere. If you’re hungry that’s too bad for the most part, unless you feel like walking down to Morton’s.”

“Is that the weird looking building? One way windows?”

“That’s the one. Midnight Morton’s, never closes. This late at night you’ve got Lin at the counter, nice girl.” 

I don’t know what I would have called Lin, but it probably wasn’t ‘nice girl’.

“Thanks,” I said, glancing around for the hallway that led to my room.

I bid Miss Kimmy goodnight and lugged my things to Room 7, at the very end of the dark hall. Inside was simple, but stunningly clean, which I had in no way expected. The bed had a sunken spot in the middle, and there were a lot of paintings of tropical fish on the walls. Home sweet home. I changed into pajamas, and took a huge swig of chocolate milk before glancing at my duffel, still full of equipment. 

It could wait. I was exhausted, sweaty, and more alone than I had ever been in my entire life. 

3. Welcome to my grocery store how may I assist you.

L I N

“I want to drop out of high school,” said Roach. 

We were sprawled out on separate tartan sofas, both angled towards the ancient television. It was after midnight, and the only light in the room was coming from the nature channel.

“No you don’t,” I said. “You’re not even in high school.”

Roach was a weird little girl. Eleven years old, she wore oversized thrift store t-shirts, and big chunky glasses, and cut her own hair. I loved her the most in this world.

“Yeah, but when I get there, I want to drop out. You did.”

I sighed. 

“You’re smarter than me. You have to finish school and work in a laboratory anywhere but here. Those are the rules.” 

Roach crossed and uncrossed her skinny legs without arguing. I knew she just wanted to hear me say she was smart. 

We continued to watch the nature channel in silence. A documentary on the arctic ocean was playing, which I found devastatingly boring, but Roach was clearly glued to. I could hear dad snoring upstairs, a pleasant sort of nightly white noise, and tuned out completely until Roach clapped an inch from my face. 

“Jeez,” I started, pushing her hands away.

“You were way out there. It’s freaky.”

I had been practicing my zone out since I was Roach’s age. On my best day, I could have an entire conversation without hearing one word the other person said. Call it a life skill.

“You’re doing it again!” said Roach. “Don’t you have work soon?” 

That snapped me out of it. I looked at my watch. 

“Oh, yeah. Thank you.” 

I rolled off the couch as Roach sat back down with a huff. The arctic documentary was ending, and she picked up the changer to scroll through a long list of similar recordings. Roach loved animals, all of them, even fish that ate your insides, and grubs, and parasitic worms. Especially parasitic worms. 

“Don’t stay up too late okay?” I said, tugging gently on her massive ponytail. Roach got dad’s curly, reddish brown hair. I got mom’s.

“Mmhm.”

I glanced in the hall mirror to see if there was any food on my shirt. Then I stepped into the mosquito ridden, muggy Florida night, and headed to my shift.

***

You might be thinking: where does a seventeen year old high school dropout work after midnight? And the thrilling answer is: the grocery store, sort of.

You might be thinking: what? 

But that’s Morton’s. 

The sliding doors opened smoothly for me upon arrival, which was always a good omen. I straightened the newsstand and went to look for Barry.

My manager, a small, Dominican man who loved to party, was in the produce section with a woman I assumed was his latest girlfriend. He was chucking the moldiest vegetables into an open trashcan.

“Our fresh produce is a travesty,” I said. “When was the last time someone bought an eggplant here?”

“I’m thinking of moving the veg,” said Barry, “they don’t like the energy in this corner.”

Barry was constantly moving things around the small labyrinth that was Morton’s. At least once a month he would take an hour long stroll from shelf to shelf, while I wrote down what was going where. I made a new map of the store for every big move.

“What are you guys up to tonight?” I asked, as Barry followed me to the register, bag of moldy vegetables in hand.

“Dancing,” said his date, with an endearing round of jazz hands, as Barry broke into a stationary samba while he gave me a list of stuff to work on. He treated me to his own enthusiastic jazz hands, and a few notes of a Juan Luis Guerra song as he samba’d in the direction of the door. As it swung shut behind them, I let the intense silence of Morton's wash over me. The fluorescent lights hummed gently. The food sat well behaved in slightly crooked rows. I turned my brain down to its lowest setting, and consulted my list.

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Just let me love him! 

Request: "hey! may i request an imagine where namjoon has a boyfriend (male transgender) and they decide to make their relationship public but maybe not all the fans being supportive / respectful of it? and namjoon rlly pissed off by the comments online and making posts to half educate them & half being shady haha thank u :("

Requested by: anonymous

Pairing: Namjoon x transgender Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: mentions of Homophobia and Transphobia; mentions of hate towards the LGBTQ+ Community

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He should have guessed it. He should have noticed it, before the vlog would be uploaded. No, he should have known it! He should have known that it'll happen when this information gets to the public.

And at the same time he should have known that there are also some black sheeps among the ARMYs.

Although the large majority is very open, liberal and supportive, there are still some people who call themselves an "Army" and "support" them, but they're also very open when they don't like something.

It could be their new outfit, their new haircut or, like now, their lifestyle and their relationships. When something deviates from their idealized image, which means that his members and he no longer correspond to the overly perfect image of that Army, they start hating.

There aren't many, but they still exist. Sadly.

And all of that just starts because of a scene and the one sentence he had said to explain it.

Yesterday he uploaded a self-made vlog on the occasion of his birthday, in which he simply wanted to take the Armys through his day and show them, how he's spending his birthday this year. Nothing "bad", right?

You two made your relationship public three months ago. Of course, after this public announcement, the excitement was big and pretty much every korean and even some international boulevard magazines as well reported about it. Who could ever have guessed that there will be a young man at the side of the world known K-Pop Idol Kim Namjoon instead of a woman??

The biggest gossip subsided after a week and since two months pretty much everything turned out to be quite normal again. Namjoon and you get a lot of encouragement and support for your relationship from the vast majority of fans, you already have an official shipping name (and Namjoon has to admit that it sounds really cute!) Beside that, fanarts of you two have been already created, based on the few couple pictures that Namjoon recently posted in their Twitter account.

However, Namjoon "only" introduced you as his boyfriend. He hadn't told the whole publicity that you were transgender and "actually biologically a woman". Why should he?

You identify yourself as a boy, just you weren't born as such, which is why you want to adapt your gender to your actual identity. It's not more than that and all that just means that you are his boyfriend, nothing else.

Joon just introduced you as his partner and not that you are female to male transgender because that has actually nothing to do with your relationship.

And then there was the thing with his birthday vlog. He had thought that this little thing wouldn't attract attention, probably because it had become so normal for him.

You brunched together in a restaurant on the day of his birthday, enjoyed the good food together and laughed a lot. Really nothing so unusual when you go out to with your partner.

This was followed by the fateful scene that has caused all of these comments now.

You two were so deep in your conversation that you completely forgot to pay attention to the time. However, you still had a doctor's appointment that day, which is why you rushed out of the restaurant in a hurry.

You just noticed it a bit too late that you'll have a doctor's appointment for your next testosterone injection on Namjoon's birthday. But you could't and didn't even want to re-arrange a new appointement because you need the renewal in a relativly regular interval.

So the vlog only showed a few seconds where you two sprint stressed but also laughing to a taxi, so that you'd somehow still belong halfway to your actual time of the appointment in the doctor's office.

When you get your injection, Joonie waits for you in the empty waiting room and explain shortly in the vlog, why this appointment is so important.

"Unfortunately, my sweetheart was born in the wrong body and to be able that he can live with his correct gender identity, he has to go to the doctor to get his dosis of testosterone."

And that was it actually. After that you went back to your shared apartement, where the boys surprised Namjoon with a little birthday party. Congratulated their leader for getting older and then unpack all the presents together. With it, the vlog was uploaded. Namjoon and the boys had given no further thought to this "new piece of information" that turned out be the reason for these controversial comments under his vlog. Simply because it's already become normal for everyone. You are a transgender, but you're just Namjoon's Boyfriend for everyone. Nothing more.

Nevertheless, some "fans" don't see it that way, they even starts questioning if it's correct to call you Namjoon's "boyfriend" because you just can't be a "real boy". After this comment all the other ones only got even more worse.

Namjoon got the opportunity to read the comments when he already was on his way to the studio. He had wondered this morning why you were so silent and inwardly at breakfast. He had ask you gently if something happed or if you're not feeling well. But you just shook your head and said that you slept badly. Namjoon doesn't ask further because he was sure, that you woulf know that you can always be completely honest with him. And Namjoon doesn't want to blame you, that you would be lying to him, so he just gives you a loving smile.

How wrong he was when he read through all these awful comments under the vlog.

The other members have seen these comments too, they're so damn furious, with what kind of words you're called in there and that some of the them wished that Namjoon would please break up with you.

They should've trained the new choreography today, but this incident is now much more important and the way how they want to deal with it. They came to the decision to make a clear statement.

Actually it's planned that Jimin make a vlive today, but they decide that Namjoon should make it instead due to the situation.

He himself is not so sure yet whether he should really do it today, the anger about these disrespectful comments is still too big and he cannot promise not to say rude things to the fans himself as well. He wants to give them a better role model than to hate each other. However, he's becoming more and more aware of the importance of publishing his vlive today.

Because you're his boyfriend and through your relationship, you get so much more attention, which unfortunately also increases the possibility of harrassing you, for what you are, a lot more. He brought you into this situation, so Namjoon also feels obliged to stand up for you and show you that he's absolutely not going to accept something like that!

In addition, it's so important to him and all the other members to show that they will accept hate and harrassing of LGBTQ+ people in no way.

It breaks Namjoon's heart when he comes home and sees your red, swollen eyes, testifying that you cried. He had tried countless times to contact you throughout the day, but you neither answered his calls nor his text messages.

The last time when you were online in the messenger was tonight. Probably when you read all these terrible comments.

"Hey baby...", Namjoon whispers softly as he comes up to you and closes his arms around your body, pressing you tightly, almost protectively against his chest.

"I know what happened. I read everything."

With these words your body begins to tremble in his arms, you press your face into the crook of his neck and a little sob comes from your lips.

Namjoon holds you, strokes his fingers gently through your hair and whispers sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down.

You take a trembling breath in and say in a broken voice: "I am so sorry that I am causing you and the others such problems..."

When these words comes over your lips, Namjoon takes your tear-streaked face in his hands and gently kisses your tears away.

"No, no, no, my love! Don't say things like that, they're absolutely not true! You are not the problem, definitely not! The problem are these people out there who just don't want to accept that not all people can’t identify with the gender they’ve been born with. Maybe because it’s just so normal and natural for them to be a girl or boy. Apparently these people cannot put themselves in your shoes, what it's like to feel like a boy or girl but stuck in the body of the opposite sex. Apparently they don't even tried to imagine what it would be like if they weren't born a what they are. How it would be to be born in a different body with their previous gender identification. You are not the problem. The problem are the people who cannot listen to you, at least to understand how debiliating this situation is for you. So instead of Jimin, I'm going to do the vlive today and I'll talk with Armys about it. I will tell them that I will not tolerate Transphobia and any other Phobias of the LGBTQ+ community at all."

Your swollen eyes snaps open and you look at Namjoon in disbelief. As you want to open your lips to ask him, if he's really sure about that because he could get even more hate for that, he already knows what you're about to say.

Before these words can leave your lips, he quickly presses his owns on yours and gives you a gentle kiss full of love.

"I want to do that, my love. I want to do this for you, for us, for our LGBTQ+ ARMYs and for all these other peoples. It's important for me to make this statement."

When you nod slowly, Namjoon released the embrace and gave you a last kiss on the lips.

Then he goes into the living room to the dining table, where his laptop is and logs in.

You go quietly to the couch and wrap yourself up in your favorite blanket. To be honest, you don't really know what to expect. Before Namjoon starts his vlive, he looks at you and forms a silent "I love you" with his lips.

"Hey guys. I know Jimin should be sitting right here infront of the screen and doing his vlive with you. However, something happened tonight that I want to talk with you about it. I think you already know, we uploaded my Birthday vlog yesterday and there are comments written which are absolutely terrible and I'm not going to accept that under any circumstances.", Namjoon starts the vlive.

Today there is no trace of his usual playful and childish behavior, which he shows so often in his vlives. He's absolutely serious.

"Some of you are asking why you just got the information now, that Y/N is transgender and why we didn't tell you right away with our relationship announcement. I decided against it for the simple reason that it doesn't matter in our relationship. Y/N doesn't identify with his biological gender, although his body may be female, he is actually a boy who unfortunately was born in the wrong body. He is a boy and therefore he is my boyfriend."

"I introduced him to you as my boyfriend, because it doesn't matter who he was before, what gender he has from birth. It should only be about who he is now, who can he be now, that he's able to be finally that person who he want to be. We should finally give these people, like Y/N, the opportunity to live in the gender identity they are, without always saying 'But you are in reality woman, right?'."

"No, not really, in reality is Y/N a man. Can we please finally give them the opportunity to live in the gender with which they identify themselves. So when they should identify with the specific genders like male and female. And if that's not the case, if you assign yourself as nonbinary, it's perfectly okay! After all, there is still so much space between these two genders! We should give all of them the opportunity to simply live the way they are."

"That's why I think, that we all should be very happy, that we can identify ourself with our biological gender! Therefore, we should help all the other people to find their right gender when their biological gender doesn't suit them! And that they're able to show themself in public."

Namjoon takes a deep breath after this long monologue and grabs to his water glass to drink a bit. While doing this, he read all the new comments that pops up. They are very different, some are positive and supportive and then there are these other comments, literally saying how he can talk such a shit. 'There are only two genders, nothing between them and everyone has to be able to identify with their own gender!'

It is precisely in this conflict that he realizes again that ignorance and the lack of will to understand each other are two of the major problems.

"As I read your comments, one thing caught my eye very clearly. We're talking too much about each other than with each other."

"I know, as a person who can identify themself fairly well with their biological gender, it's pretty hard to imagine what it would be like if it weren't. And because of that, we have to talk about it. I know that all transgender or generally all LGBTQ+ people are tired of having to explain their gender identity or their sexuality all over again and again. Having to explain, why they are the way they are now."

"But I think that it'll be the only way to remove these stereotypes and prejudices, as well as fear of 'this unknown thing' and thus all these unjustifiably phobias and racism. Just because a person cannot identify with their biological gender doesn't mean that you have to change yours too! It means, that you should simply accept and respect it! However, we should give all these people the chance to finally develop in such a way that they can really be themselves. Regardless of whether they are assign themself as male, female or no specific gender."

"There are still so many questions in the room that result from pure lack of knowledge. And that's normal, of course, we can't know everything, but we can learn something new every day. Ask each other questions, so that you have the opportunity to be able to imagine yourself into the position of an other person. So at least try to understand how the other person must feel. It's a long way but we should try to finally remove this hate that is caused by ignorance and misunderstandings."

"There are always two peoples involved in a conversation. That's why I appeal to the LGBTQ+ community to be still patient with us, even if you're already so sick of it. You must have the feeling of literally speaking against a wall... And all people who identify with their biological gender and are heterosexual, so you practically correspond to the 'ideal image' of society with it, should listen to the LGBTQ+ Community and ask questions, so that these prejudices and this hate can finally be stopped and we all are able to live peacefully together. I know, this idea is utopian, but we can still try to get as close as possible to this utopia of a peaceful coexistence of all peoples."

Namjoon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment before dropping the statement.

"And who, after my monologue, still refuses to simply ask the peoples questions when they don't understand something and still prefer to think about them in prejudices, please unfollow BTS and BigHit Entertainment."

Your eyes are round like plates and your mouth opens, want to say something, but no words comes over your lips.

In the corner of his eye, Namjoon sees how the comment section with messages literally explodes.

"I am not saying this out of pure selfishness just because I am angry and hurt. I am saying this because all members agree with this statement. We decided for this statement together."

"Of course we know, that you're still able to see all of our things, we cannot forbid you from listening to our music. But we all wanted to talk about this topic once. BTS and the Army community should be a safe space for all Armys, regardless of their gender identity or sexual orientation. We wanted to make sure that all Armys in our large community are welcome and that they'll be respected in the way they are."

"The members and me just need to know that we all can be honest with you and don't have to hide anything. That we can be sure you’re supporting us really. We just want that all peoples that follow us, are trying their best to understand each other. Of course, we all will never agree at the same point of view and that's a good thing! But we should respect each other's gender identity, sexual orientation and opinion. Because in the end we all are just humans. No more, no less."

"I would like to come to an end of this vlive for today. And for all haters out there, I'm not going to break up with Y/N. Please just respect that I love him. Exactly the way he is!"

With these words, Namjoon goes offline and closes the laptop, smiling at you softly when he comes to you on the couch.

"I love you. Please don't forget that," he whispers in your ear as he slips under the blanket and snuggles up to you.

Like I wrote it in Namjoons statement, I try my best to imagine myself into your position even when I never made these experiences (and probably never will) you had to make. That's why I'm always open to talk and listen to you, to learn new things about it!

And even when I'll never be able to understand you "really", then I'll make sure that you know that I still care for you guys, okay?

Love you 💜

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Magical Ministrations (m) | minimoni oneshot

genre: smut, fluff, romance rating: mature // 18+ pairing: kim namjoon x park jimin word count: 2.7k suggested listening: think about you - boA | eyes locked, hands locked - red velvet | playlist warnings: explicit language summary: namjoon just can’t seem to get himself together. ever. let alone enough to ask out his longtime crush -- the enigmatic owner of a tea shop that sells magical love teas. here’s the thing: namjoon doesn’t believe in magic. or does he? notes: so excited for this piece that's a part of a collaboration with some of my writing buddies. we all crafted our own works that are apart of a larger "magic shop" au -- inspired by bts' magic shop fanmeets. of course, all of us had different interpretations, but so happy to present my piece of that work to you. navigation: masterlist.

“Man, I can’t keep doing this,” Namjoon twiddles his thumbs and chews his bottom lip as he looks at Hoseok. He slips his shaking hands into the warm faux fur of his long coat while he swings his hips.

“Stop it. I can’t take you anywhere,” Hoseok demands as he smacks Namjoon’s behind -- jolting him to stand up straight.

“But we’re getting closer,” Namjoon whispers through his teeth. His eyes float toward the counter of the tea shop and land on Park Jimin -- the undeniable beauty behind the counter.

Namjoon suddenly finds himself caught up in Jimin’s features and mannerisms, even from afar. 

The way Jimin manages to giggle with his entire body, the elegant way his soft fingers caress the cool metal tools in the shop, how is shirt is ever so slightly off his shoulder revealing a collarbone, the way he pulls his hands up to his lips to stop himself from giggling -- even when he thinks he’s done laughing.

The line is nearly to the door to the shop as every customer -- male or female -- makes it a point to flirt with Jimin. Jimin just giggles, his eyes scrunching into delicate crescent moons as he watches each of them.

It’s all too much for Namjoon to take in at this very moment, and Namjoon’s mouth floats open.

“Close your mouth, please. We’re in public,” Hoseok nudges Namjoon in his side with his elbow. “This is my favorite tea place and you’re embarrassing me.”

Hoseok always knew the hippest locales -- and this shop was no exception. 

Dark wood panels and recessed lighting cover the tea shop, while greenery engulfs the place throughout. Decadent flower arrangements line the shop -- spinning the air into a delicate floral scent as it meshes with the assortment of teas floating through. Several black and white photos of customers enjoying tea complete the space.

Jimin’s eyes sparkle for a second as he notices Namjoon’s eyes on him, and Namjoon quickly lowers his own gaze to the ground.

The overwhelming nature of the brief interaction makes Namjoon’s skin prickle with heat, and he starts to hear his pulse thump in his ears.

“Fuck, I think he saw me,” Namjoon panics, his hands sinking deeper into his pockets for comfort. 

Hoseok rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“You’re like a lovesick puppy. At this rate you should try one of their magical love teas.” Hoseok replies, and Namjoon purses his lips at Hoseok.

“You know I don’t believe in magic, Hoseok. It’s not real.” Namjoon responds curtly, and Jimin overhears as Namjoon and Hoseok finally reach the counter.

“Oh is that so? You think my teas are lame?” 

Namjoon turns his head from Hoseok to Jimin, his mouth opening in shock as Jimin’s eyes lock with his.

Jimin is dazzling up close -- and it takes Namjoon by surprise, even though he’s seen Jimin a million times before. His golden skin glistens as if it’s lit from within and his naturally plump lips are slick with gloss -- but remain in a pout due to Namjoon’s comment.

“I mean, I’m sure they work, but that’s just not my thing,” Namjoon feels his lower half rise to attention as Jimin as puts his head in his hands to lean on the counter.

“Oh, is that so? Too bad.” Jimin’s voice comes out just as saccharine as he is, and he watches Namjoon before he seductively bites his lip. He then moves to tug at one of his earrings before he stands up and tilts his head at Namjoon.

“So, what can I get you, my sweet?” Jimin asks, now trying to play nonchalant.

Namjoon pokes his jumping cock to settle down through his hands in his coat. His heart begins to swirl in a firestorm of heat and lust as he tries to breathe through a response.

“U-Uh, an...Americano?” Namjoon responds breathily, his voice trapped in his throat.

“This is a tea shop,” Jimin can’t help but giggle to himself at how cute Namjoon is when he’s nervous, and his hand floats over his lips to hide his laughter.

"Uhm...a green then?" Namjoon’s response comes out as more of a question as he swallows a bundle of nerves down his throat.

"My name is-" Namjoon begins, but Jimin cuts him off.

"I know." Jimin responds through a smile.

"Three fifty, please," Jimin's eyes triangulate Namjoon's face before he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Namjoon’s so stunning to Jimin: his platinum hair hanging into his eyes, the way his large Adam's apple bobbles up and down nervously, his thick lips as they purse in concentration.

To Jimin, Namjoon's a beautiful mess -- a perfect mess -- and so unaware of his own charms.

Namjoon feels a rush of heat and nerves course through his body before he tries to locate his wallet. He pats himself down: his chest, the inside of his coat, his pockets, his pants -- nothing.

"I think I lost my wallet, I..." Namjoon laments, his eyes growing wide with embarrassment. 

"Oh god, typical Namjoon," Hoseok steps forward with cash, but Jimin waves him off.

"On the house," Jimin's eyes are still focused on Namjoon, and all Namjoon can do is nod and cover his reddening ears. He releases all of his stress through an exasperated breath as he and Hoseok make their way toward the pickup area.

"The owner is sickeningly into you. I thought he was gonna jump your bones then and there," Hoseok chuckles as he covers his mouth, and Namjoon shakes his head.

"He can't be into me, I'm so stupid. I must've had something on my face," Namjoon grumbles.

"Ugh, I wasn't even close to asking him out!" Namjoon yells through the din in the shop unheard, frustrated with himself. He pouts, starting to pick at one of the large leaves of a nearby plant.

“For Namjoon!” Jimin calls out.

Namjoon jolts from his daze at his name being called, and quickly turns in the direction of the counter.

“Here you go,” Jimin hands Namjoon the drink and winks at him. Namjoon gasps as Jimin’s hand brushes over his before he leaves.

Namjoon turns the cup around a few times to locate his name to make sure the drink is truly his, and instead of finding his name, Namjoon sees:

FOR: THE CUTE BLONDE WHO DOESN’T BELIEVE IN MAGIC

Namjoon’s mouth drops open, and Hoseok peers over his shoulder at the cup. Hoseok rolls his eyes again as he takes a sip of his tea, chuckling to himself.

“Ah!” Namjoon coughs as he tries to ignore the writing to sip his drink, realizing the tea is too hot to consume.

Hoseok rubs his back and shakes his head.

“God you’re a mess,” Hoseok chuckles. He grabs a flyer from the counter, handing it to Namjoon. “Look.”

Namjoon takes the flyer, looking over the rose pink piece of paper:

MAGICAL MINISTRATIONS TEA SHOP

EVENING TEA READINGS

Come and see the future of your love life.

✷✷✷

Despite his protests, Namjoon somehow finds himself sitting in one of three seats in a long hall in the back of the tea shop.

Namjoon was prepared tonight: his dirty blonde mullet slicked back, a silk white button down, and his best skinny black jeans. He takes a deep inhale in, but coughs a bit as the scent of cologne burns his nostrils. 

He definitely wore too much.

Tonight, he was ready to ask Jimin out -- no holds barred -- and no matter what it took. 

Even if that meant drinking one of the shop’s overhyped love teas.

Namjoon clears his throat as he observes a paper survey below him a few times while he twirls his pen through his fingers:

What are your hopes for love?

Is there someone you’re currently into?

Are you hoping to see the fate of a current love interest -- or an unknown, future one?

Namjoon scoffs before a neon pink heart symbol shuts off above the room before him. 

A woman exits the room with a smile on her face, and Namjoon watches her carefully as she grabs her coat. She notices Namjoon’s stare, and giggles to herself as she walks away.

“Do people really believe in this stuff?” Namjoon mumbles to himself under his breath.

“You ready?” Jimin pokes his head out from the room, motioning for Namjoon to come in.

✷✷✷

Namjoon looks over the questions in front of him once more before shaking his head.

“I heard that if you say anything to a fortune teller they’ll twist it and make something up. So I’m not saying a word,” Namjoon says firmly as his lips scrunch up.

“Oh? Is that so?” Jimin laughs as he crosses a leg before he pours tea from a ceramic kettle with floral patterns into a similar small cup.

“Well, I can’t dictate what your fortune is, or what you see. The tea leaves will tell me aspects of what your future looks like, but only you’ll be able to experience the full picture.”

Namjoon chuckles cockily to himself, the entire concept illogical.

Tea? Magical fortune-telling tea? Come on.

“After I read the tea leaves and snap my fingers, you’ll actually be able to live a segment of that future,” Jimin continues, handing the teacup to Namjoon on a plate.

Namjoon rolls his eyes before taking the plate from Jimin.

“Do you agree to partake?”

Namjoon gives a silent nod.

“I need you to say yes or no.”

“Yes.” Namjoon responds clearly.

Namjoon blows his tea as he consumes the drink as quickly as he can before handing the empty cup back to Jimin.

Jimin observes the blackened tea leaves pressed to the bottom of the cup.

“Ah, I see,” Jimin says, tilting his head and twirling the cup several times.

“What do you see?” Namjoon demands before Jimin snaps his fingers.

Namjoon’s head kicks back into the chair, and he falls into a deep sleep.

✷✷✷

Namjoon wakes from his sleep, groaning as the scent of a peach-scented shampoo fills his nostrils. 

As he opens his eyes -- he’s in a bed, a bed with silk sheets. He looks down at who he’s snuggled up next to -- and it’s Jimin.

“Kyah!” Namjoon lets out a high-pitched scream into Jimin’s ear as he finds himself big-spooning the other man.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Jimin groans as he begins to wake up, covering his ears.

“Tell me how I got here. Now! Was I drunk?” 

Namjoon’s eyes dart around the room as he tries to piece together how he wound up in bed with the man he’s had his eyes on forever -- Park Jimin. Yes, the Park Jimin -- his longtime crush from the tea shop.

“Are you insane? We’re married, Joonie,” Jimin chuckles. “You’re so crazy.”

“What!” Namjoon cries out, his voice cracking midway through the scream.

“Is this some new, Freaky Friday-type roleplay? If so, I’m into it. I can pretend I-” Jimin attempts to crawl on top of Namjoon’s lap, but Namjoon turns him over and pins Jimin to the bed by his wrists.

“Ooh, this is so kinky Joonie,” Jimin giggles, his head falling back in laughter.

“You...it’s you and your crazy love teas!” Namjoon’s voice is trembling by now, and all Jimin can do is continue to giggle at him. After a moment, Jimin notices that Namjoon might absolutely be serious.

“I know you’re lucky to be married to me, but this is ridiculous,” Jimin wiggles his wrists from Namjoon’s hands, and heads toward the bathroom. He returns with a hot washcloth -- placing it on Namjoon’s forehead.

“Lie down,” Jimin coos as Namjoon tries to resist, but he gently pushes Namjoon down on the bed.

"Shh," Jimin caresses Namjoon's platinum locks, watching in the dark as he slowly calms down.

"It's-it’s like I'm in a really bad dream," Namjoon whispers before closing his eyes. 

"I mean, totally good but, ah, I don't know." Namjoon rambles before Jimin places a tender kiss on his temple. 

The kiss causes Namjoon to melt into the mattress as he rests his folded hands over his abdomen.

As Jimin lays on his side, he starts to rub his nose over Namjoon’s neck, and his hand reaches over to tug at Namjoon’s ear. Namjoon lets out a velvety moan as Jimin places open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

Jimin slides his hand down Namjoon’s body, his fingers slipping under Namjoon’s boxers.

“Seems like you’re okay down here,” Jimin seductively breathes into Namjoon’s ear -- causing him to let out another moan.

Jimin’s hand caresses Namjoon’s thick, sticky cock -- spreading the drizzling precum from the head over the rest of the shaft. Namjoon turns his head toward Jimin, his lips engulfing Jimin’s lush, wet lips.

"Oh my god, you're so beautiful," Namjoon pulls back and his eyes move to triangulate Jimin’s delicate features which were illuminated by the sunset creeping through the blinds in the room.

Namjoon always wanted this -- to be with Jimin like this -- and he can't help but devour Jimin with lust in his eyes.

"You're being so weird Joonie," Jimin laughs into Namjoon’s neck as he blushes under Namjoon’s dark, erotic gaze.

Suddenly, a crash rings through the room -- jolting the two from their love haze.

The room is dark, but a light flicks on outside of the room, and small feet appear underneath the door.

“Sarang! I know you’re right outside!” Jimin yells, turning on the light at his bedside.

A small little girl with soft black hair slowly opens the door, peeking her head through. Her wide eyes look at Jimin and Namjoon, and Namjoon throws the covers from his frame to sit up and look at the girl.

As she approaches, Namjoon bends down -- caressing the girl’s long locks. He searches her eyes for a moment before looking down at the paint stains and palette in her small fingers.

“You’re always reading art books, so she thinks she’s an artist now Joonie,” Jimin shakes his head, bringing his hand up to his forehead. “Her room is probably a mess.” Jimin laments.

“She’s...mine? This is my daughter?” Namjoon asks breathlessly, his eyes shiny with tears as he looks up at Jimin. He chuckles softly at the beret on her head as he looks her over.

“That’s your father Sarang. I don’t know him,” Jimin teases while he crosses his arms. 

“Daddy is being so weird!” Sarang exclaims as Namjoon presses his forehead to hers and cups the back of her head with his hands as he looks down.

“You’re not angry?” Sarang asks, her voice in a pout.

“No. Of course not...” Namjoon chuckles -- nearly out of breath with happiness before his chest starts to heave. 

Jimin bends down, turning Namjoon’s chin toward his.

“Joonbug, what’s wrong?” Jimin pleads before Namjoon’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

Both Sarang and Jimin scream as Namjoon collapses to the ground, everything turning black behind his eyelids.

✷✷✷

“What did you see?” 

Jimin’s voice echoes through Namjoon’s ears as he slowly comes to and rubs his eyes.

Jimin looks at Namjoon, curious for an answer while Namjoon shakes his head to roll from his daze. He approaches Namjoon with a hot washcloth, lightly placing it on his forehead. 

A gasp escapes Namjoon’s mouth as the heat meets his head, and he pulls Jimin into his lap. He removes the cloth before bringing his attention back to Jimin. He then suddenly takes one of Jimin’s hands, lining it up with his own. 

Jimin’s hand is significantly smaller than his, and a warm smile spreads over Namjoon’s face before he locks their fingers together.

After a moment, Namjoon studies Jimin's deep brown eyes as he recalls the memories from his dream.

“I saw...us.” 

It takes all of the courage swirling in Namjoon's belly to pull Jimin closer by the neck -- causing their lips to meet in a heated kiss. 

As the two meld into the kiss, Jimin’s taken by the passion radiating from Namjoon. It feels warm -- familiar -- and he dives in for more just before Namjoon pulls away.

"I love the sound of that." Jimin heaves out his response, his hand gliding through Namjoon's hair as he giggles into his lips.

Namjoon savors the second embrace between their lips for a moment more, their foreheads resting comfortably atop each other.

"I do too."

#minimoni #ksmutclub #bts fanfiction #bangtanidx #btsbookclub #bts smut #namjoon x jimin #namjoon scenarios #btssmutclub #bts magic shop #bts magic au

[littleteatimestories]

writing prompt 101 with MTMTE Megatron please? Bonus if the reader is the one saying "you're tolerable". Thank u!

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Prompt: @ourwritingprompts’s #101 “I love you.” “You’re tolerable.” || Pairing: With MTMTE Megatron ||| As requested by a mysterious Anon

A/N: Hey, guyths!!! Long time no see, right? I’m so sorry for not being able to update anything. I got really busy with work and I always ended up watching TV series during my free time. But, here it is! Another request fulfilled and updated! Finally, I’ve actually done something! So, as you can all read, this is a drabble prompt about MTMTE Megsy and I really hope that the dear anon (whoever you are, if you’re still out there) will be able to like this. I’m proud to say that the poem y’all going to encounter was inspired by William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29. Anyone familiar about this will probably recognize that I borrowed one of the playwright’s lines in there. Anyway, enjoy this one and if you want a prompt request, make sure to check this 🔖 first before making any attempts. Godspeed!

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Budget meeting… How boring… You yawned practically for the fourth time now, trying to focus your attention on the different graphs displayed on the screen. The words were Cybetronian, but thanks to Brainstorm, you were given hi-tech glasses where the foreign words were automatically translated to your native language.

Ultra Magnus was still blabbering. You already wanted to end this, but knowing him, he can get pretty long. You already saw Rodimus playing with his datapad since you can see his tongue (whatever the Cybertronian equivalent term for that is) sticking out to which your TIC was completely ignoring. You turned your attention to your SIC, Megatron, who was diligently listening to the report. Well, good for him because as the selected liaison of Earth, you were tasked to keep an eye on him (and the rest of the Lost Light crew as well). You were like keeping the diplomatic relations between the ex-warlord and the crew (and also making sure that he’s not going to plan on invading Earth again). So far, it seemed everything’s fine.

You puffed out a breath and kept on wishing that this meeting would be over soon.

***

Megatron kept shifting his attention between Ultra Magnus’s report and to you. Actually, he mostly focuses on you when you were not looking at him. It had been six months since you came on board of the Lost Light. To admit that it was love at first sight that pulled his attentiveness towards you was an understatement; too cliché even. But, that was the truth. His brain module was like malfunctioning crazily just the thought of you.

If you think he was taking notes of Ultra Magnus’s report in his datapad, believe it or not, he was actually composing a poem; a love poem, to be exact. He had been arranging this for a while now and edited and repeated it many times. At first, he wanted to constitute the idea of your beauty. However, it turned foreboding that he had to entirely make another one. He tried again and it was still perturbing. He can’t seem to shake the fact that he was and will always be the mass murderer who everyone would associate with.

That’s why he always had this feeling that he didn’t deserve to be loved; that he didn’t deserve to have your love especially because he tried to kill your planet.

***

I long for a different path or route

Though it seems that I can’t have that at all

For I look at myself, I curse my fate

For how I wish I can have your love–

‘No, no! Don’t ever put that!’ Megatron mused. He was once again back to square one. His previous poem was a disaster. It was like he was pining over you on it and it frustrated him. He didn’t want to long over you because he knew couldn’t have you. It was impossible, after all.

After the meeting, he went back to his habsuite quickly. He had to find more inspiration on how he could express his adoration without looking like he actually wanted you in his life (though he really wanted that). He grumbled. He didn’t even know why he had to stress over this when he can always tend to other things.

‘You know what, forget about this. It won’t matter-‘ His thoughts were interrupted when his habsuite doorbells rang. He knew immediately who it was since that doorbell was designed only for you so that they could open their large doors for you.

He ex-vented anxiously and tried to remain calm.

‘Everything’s going to be fine, Megatron,’ he told himself and pushed a button to open his door.

***

You waved at him with a smile. After the meeting, you thought he went to the bar. You searched for him, but didn’t catch sight of him. You were delayed a bit when Tailgate scooped you up in an embrace and cooed you to hang out with him and Cyclonus. You told him that you needed to check on Megatron, which you were returned with an, “Awww! But, (Y/n)…!” It was a good thing that Cyclonus saved you and dragged Tailgate away from you. You sighed in relief at that time.

“I didn’t see you at the bar so I came in here,” you said. “Just wanted to check up on you. Are you okay? I feel like you’re being a little distant or something.”

***

That surprised him. “No, no! Not at all! I was just…” He was looking for an excuse. “I… needed to summarize Ultra Magnus’s report. It was rather long and Rodimus needs a more simplistic explanation of it.” Finally, he found one.

Just gazing at your innocent expression, his brain module was being frantic again. How he come to love any expressions you give to him was out of context and yet, he came to adore those.

He waited for your answer.

***

You nodded your head slowly. “I see. So, I guess you’re busy then. But, do drop by at Swerve’s once you’re done. It’s not like everybody hates you now. They already know you’ve completely changed. And if some of them don’t, I’ll have to remind them.”

Megatron smiled sheepishly. “That’s very nice of you, (Y/n). Yes, I am aware that everyone, if not all, doesn’t hate me that much anymore. I’m just… busy at the moment.” He loathed to lie like this, but for some reasons, he had to.

He saw you beamed. “Okay. I’ll see you then.” He longingly watched you walk away from him. Unconsciously, his lip plate was reaching upwards even more.

‘I think I just found my inspiration.’

***

I long for a different path or route,

Though it seems that I can’t have that at all,

For I look at myself, I curse my fate,

Wishing to myself that there could be hope,

To desire to be everybody else,

Desiring this to have done something good,

With my past, I enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

I see your smile almost so radiating,

Like those clichéd romantic comedies,

Just thinking of you is enough for me

You amaze me every day of my life,

For your sweet love remembered such wealth brings,

That I scorn to think who I was before.

You read the poem over and over. It actually surprised you that he would do you a sonnet and that just warmed your heart. He didn’t say outright that “I love you”, but you got the idea that he couldn’t say it because he was afraid to say it. He feared his past as a murderer of billions of lives and thought he didn’t earn to have such caring feelings to anyone except for redemption. You knew he had come a long way and he proved to have really changed for the better.

You can’t say for certain if you could return his feelings, but, what the hell. He needs this and you’ll give it to him.

***

You were in an another meeting, this time, accident reports. Ultra Magnus is taking the lead again (because he couldn’t persuade Rodimus to do the reporting, for the life of him). As the boring reporting went on, you sent a message to Megatron.

***

Megatron’s datapad vibrated.

You have (1) message(s) from (Y/n).

As he was about to open it, another vibration occurred.

You have (2) message(s) from (Y/n).

He finally opened it.

(Y/n):

Thanks for that poem. You really didn’t have to do that. :)

“You’re tolerable” by the way

He replied,

What does that mean?

Not mere seconds later, there was an instant response.

(Y/n):

Uh… It means what it means. I felt the same

And from that moment, you were able to gaze at one another with huge smiles on your faces.

#megatron x reader #mtmte megatron #TF Megatron #megatron #more than meets the eye #MTMTE #lost light #maccadam

[spectraspecs-writes]

Kashyyyk - Chapter 68

Link to the masterpost. Chapter 67. Chapter 69.

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The Wookiee leads us through the village, past a number of other Wookiees. All of whom look at Zaalbar with shame. I can tell Zaalbar hates it, hates being looked at like this. He takes us through to a very large structure with a gong in front of it, and ushers us into the building. A Wookiee with half of a sword stands at the back wall, flanked by Czerka. And some other stuff like fruit, but it’s the Czerka people who stand out. “Step forward and address the mighty and wise Chuundar, outsider,” the Wookiee says, “I don't often allow visitors of your kind.”

Zaalbar takes point. “You are flanked by Czerka slavers!” he says, outraged, “Are they not outsiders? Or have you sold all of Kashyyyk to them?!”

Chuundar smirks, exuding an infuriating superiority. “Ah, brother Zaalbar,” he says, “You've been exiled a long time. You shouldn't speak in that tone. Things are different now. You are a mad-claw without honor. You have no voice among your own people. I, on the other hand, am Chieftain.”

“If you’ve made deals with the slavers,” I chime in, “the truth will get out eventually.”

Chuundar just gives a little laugh, which I hate. “You may talk,” he says, “but no one will believe you. I've had a long time to guide what my people think. They trust me, the mighty Chuundar. Even with my brother insane and father enslaved, I rose to protect my people despite it all.”

Zaalbar balks a bit. “Father was enslaved? ‘Mighty Chuundar?’ What are you talking about?” he protests in disbelief, “You were the runt!”

Now Chuundar balks. “I am no runt!” he objects. But then he gathers back his composure and clears his throat. “Like I said, Zaalbar, a lot has changed in your years away. We will discuss this soon enough.”

“What do you want?” I ask, “Why drag us here?”

“I haven't killed Zaalbar because he is my brother and I hoped he and I could come to an agreement,” Chuundar says, “You are irrelevant. I may be able to put you to use on a menial task. Zaalbar will have to stay here, of course.”

Great. Once again, the voice of Czerka gives me a task against the natives. Granted this time it’s one of the natives acting as the voice of Czerka, but he’s acting against the natives anyway by working with Czerka. It’s Tatooine all over again. This better not happen on Korriban or Manaan. I sigh. “So what’s the task?” I ask.

“A simple thing,” Chuundar says, “Another Wookiee has suffered the same fate as Zaalbar, gone mad and been exiled.” Well, that seems to be a matter of opinion, madness. “He now lurks the Shadowlands. More importantly, he's pestering my Czerka allies during their Shadowland expeditions. It is not good for business.” Good. “I'd leave the troublemaker down there but he has proven too good at surviving. He has managed to linger a number of years, cowering in his madness and shame. You are expendable. You will remove him.”

“This is crazy!” Mission objects, “You two are brothers! And you’re working with slavers! You’ve sold your own people into slavery! What happened between you and Big Z?”

Chuundar gives a little laugh. “Zaalbar didn't tell you? He took offense to my trading a few of our people for favors and weapons.” Chuundar shrugs. “I didn't understand his objection. Imagine the destruction if Czerka Corporation had come in with blasters firing. I saved many lives. Of course, I also gained weapons, and arranged for certain rivals to be taken. I protected my allies, and my power grew.”

“So that’s why these Wookiees haven’t turned on you,” Carth says.

“Each has come to understand the benefit of working with the enemy. Unlike your exiled companion.” Chuundar shakes his head. “Young Zaalbar had no foresight. He couldn't control his outrage. He attacked me with his claws and damned himself doing it.” Chuundar smirks. “A few careful stories and everyone called him mad-claw. Even father Freyyr. I easily had him exiled.”

“Okay, Chuundar,” I say, “I’ll do this task of yours, but I need Zaalbar with me as a guide.”

Chuundar shakes his head. “No, you won't need him to find your way. Over the years I have had my people trained to understand galactic Basic.” He laughs a little. “I tell them it's to better understand the enemy. They think it will make the Czerka easier to fight. Actually it makes them easier to obey. Remember, you can't beat me here. No one would dare oppose me to join an outsider or an exile.”

“You are wrong, brother,” Zaalbar says, “Someone would.”

“Right, Zaalbar!” Mission says, “All of us!”

“No, outsider,” Chuundar, says, “Zaalbar is referring to Freyyr, our father.” He looks at Zaalbar. “Why, Zaalbar? He ordered you exiled when you attacked me. He went as mad as you when he finally discovered the slavers. He dared challenge them alone and has not been seen since. That was years ago. Let him go, Zaalbar. I rule now. I'll take the Wookiees forward, but there are prices to pay.”

“I’ll be back, Zaalbar,” I say, “We’ll get you out of here.”

“No more words, outsider,” Chuundar says, “I've given my orders. I can't hold you here, but Zaalbar will stay until you kill the mad-claw in the Shadowlands.” He gestures to one of the other Wookiees, who leaves. “The guards will let you pass now. Leave the village through the northwest and follow the platform to the south and then east. You'll eventually see where Gorwooken waits for you. He'll lower you to the forest floor. Go.”

When we’re outside, Carth shakes his head and sighs. “I don’t like leaving someone behind, but I guess we don’t have a choice.”

I have to think for a minute. We start walking back to the Great Walkway. The Shadowlands sound like a pretty dangerous place. And if this Wookiee is dangerous, I’m going to need help subduing him. Maybe not killing if I don’t have to, but I need someone who can help me fight a Wookiee. And I love them both, but Mission and Carth are not the people to do that. Mission’s got spunk and she’s a spitfire, but she’s just fifteen and if she gets hurt I’d never forgive myself. And Carth is an amazing shot and he’s quick on his feet, but he’s my Bunny Man and he is too soft to face a Wookiee who may or may not be as crazy as Chuundar says. Sometimes you need brute strength. I need a Mandalorian. I need Canderous. As for a melee, the practical side of me wants to bring Juhani. But the romantic in me says Bastila is the way to go. After all, Canderous thinks she’s attractive, Bastila thinks he’s attractive. Life goes on, and I really think those two would be good for each other. Canderous needs to be softened a bit, and Bastila needs to see that love isn’t the path to hell.

By the time I’ve thought all this out, we’re back on the Great Walkway halfway between the basket to the Shadowlands and the Czerka dock. I stop, letting my train of thought finish itself.

“Rena?” Carth asks, “Something up?”

I pause. “Yeah, I think we should head back to the ship really quick. Before heading down to the Shadowlands, I think I want to bring Canderous and Bastila.”

“Are you trying to get them to admit their love for each other?” Mission asks. I guess she wants to get her mind off Zaalbar. 

“Well, yes, but!” I say, “I have no idea what I’ll run into down there other than a supposedly crazed Wookiee. Do either of you think you could match the strength of a Wookiee?”

“I know I can’t,” Mission says with certainty.

“Neither can I,” Carth admits, “But the Mandalorian could certainly give him a run for his money.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I say, “And yes, Bastila because I’m a hopeless romantic.”

“You seem very sure of your ability to overcome Bastila’s Jedi inhibitions,” Carth says, smiling. 

“She already told me she thinks he’s attractive, so at this point it’s just --”

“SHE WHAT!” Mission shrieks, “When did she do that?”

Oh damn. “On Tatooine,” I say, “She told me in confidence, though, keep it to yourself.” Really hope I haven’t betrayed Bastila’s trust too much.

#knights of the old republic #star wars #kotor #fiction #autistic artist #kotor fic #specs writes stuff #rena visz #oc #fem!revan #ls!revan #mission vao #zaalbar #chuundar #carth onasi #bastila shan #canderous ordo #canderous x bastila #bastila x canderous #kashyyyk #chapter 68

[ultchaebugi]

forgotten ; chw

summary: you can travel through time, bring people back to life, have countless types of power- but it isn’t free. the payment? your life.

genre: angst?? idk pairing: hyungwon x reader word count: 1.1 k warnings: this is so confusing and dumb? also read the tags if u don’t understand the end... i love u all <3 a/n: i took the prompt from @writing-prompt-s​

You’ve been here before- you can feel it somewhere in your body. The scents you automatically perceive before anything else, the way your skin bristles at the familiar ambiance. It’s not exactly clear what it is, or why you feel the way you do about this magical place, but you can’t seem to brush it off. This situation it’s not like those times you feel stuck in a deja-vu because of similar perfumes and auras, no; this time you know you’ve been here before. It’s like a lost memory, something living inside of you that desperately wants to come out.

You’re not quite sure how a voice can be sweet but raspy, and passive-agressive at the same time. You perceive his voice as sweet, but with a dash of rush in it. It completely shakes you off your daydream.

“I’m sorry, what?” your voice comes out as high-pitched as it possibly can- a sign that you’re nervous, effectively. He looks directly at you for a brief moment and closes halfway his eyes, like he’s examining you, reading your mind. You feel naked and uncomfortable- like he’s actually reading your mind. You gulp out loud.

Finally, he breaks the silence. “If you feel like you’ve been here before, it’s probably because you were.”

Wait… what? You tilt your head and he laughs sweetly at your cuteness. You have weirdly cute habits.

“My name’s Hyungwon, by the way.” He reaches for your hand, and you undoubtedly shake his.

“I’m-,” Before you can finish your sentence, he’s locking eyes with you. He stares directly at your eyes and they don’t move, but you notice how little stars begin to form on his dark brown irises. The cologne he put on today, brought bad good ol’ memories from a past time you can’t possibly remember.

“Y/N, I know,” he smiles sweetly, his teeth showing in the most adorable way. You’re astounded, and you try to find in the back of your mind clues, why does he know your name?- but most importantly, why do you know you’ve been here before?

He notices the slight marks of fear on your face, and walks right behind the counter where countless artefacts lie. Blue-ish and purple potions hugged by carefully decorated wicker, retouched with a sligh but still noticeable layer of varnish.  A piece of mustard-colored paper with a fancy quill, and you notice a carmine stone attached to it- everything’s carefully arranged, there isn’t a single trail of dust, like he cleaned just before you entered the shop. You’re not completely weirded out by the fact- but you just can’t bring yourself to believe in those comments that pictured the boy in front of you as a rude, careless person.

He knows you’re wondering how he knows this about you. He stares at you, the way your eyes roam around the room. The way you play with your hands, nervous but amazed to the scenery. For a moment you seem confused, and he looks your way- you’re staring at a framed photo. Your sight catches a tall man holding the hand of someone that looks slightly familiar- though you can’t quite see well who it is. Before you can reach for the frame, he’s taking it and putting in inside his drawer.

He clears his throat. “If you’re wondering how I know your name, I can read the minds of my clients,” he lied. He had to do this again- he never had a choice.

Silence filled the room.

“So, what brings you here?” his voice became tougher, and you start to feel a little moved by it- but you try not to overthink. After all, he can read your mind.

“I’m… I’m looking for an enchantment that can make me travel through time,” you finally said, the words coming out of your mouth as quick as they can.

“You want to go back in time?” he sighed, in his mind.

“Yes.”

“You realize that’ll shorten your life and take a few memories from you?”

“Yes.” you repeat, and you gulp out loud. No matter how tough it’ll be- you’re willing to do this.

“Okay,” he stood up and accomodated his chair- and for the first time -even though you’re sure you’ve seen him before- you get to fully admire his figure. He’s tall, his reddish-brown hair falls perfectly without any effort and the blue velvet overall he’s using just complements perfectly his features. You’re wondering if he’s a wizard- you know they’re known for their uncomparably beauty. You’re sure it’s not possible for an ordinary human being to be this gorgeous- so it has to be a magical criature.

Like the world suddendly speed up, the noises he made woke you up. He’s looking for something inside a drawer behind him. After revolving practically everything- he hands you something wrapped in a newspaper.

The moment your hands touch the product, you can feel glass and it sounds like water inside of it.

“Here. There are 2 potions inside of this. Drink the blue one first and the red one later. The red one will keep you safe through your travelling- and you’ll fall asleep. When you wake up, you’ll be able to choose 3 destinations. Use them wisely, please.” he instructs, and your notice he’s stiff. He sighs.

“Should I pay?” you ask before he can sit down.

“No, the government will take care of that,” he lied. It takes a lot of himself to maintain this shop- but he can’t bring himself to make you pay. You’ll have enough with the thought a shorter life and a piece of your memory taken from you.

You smile, and shake his hand. At first he doesn’t take it, but later on he’s squeezing it. “Thank you for the service. I hope to see you again soon.”

Tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes, letting go of your hands.

“Go. The earlier you drink it, the less days of your life will be taken.” He said like if dying younger wasn’t a big deal.

You exit the shop with what you were looking for, a smile in your lips- you’ll finally be able to save them from fate.

He looks inside of the drawer for something that’s utterly precious to him. He caresses the glass that’s protecting the picture as if it was a real person- and it was, to him. The memories only he had. Your framed face is now wet with his tears.

“I can’t stop you from your life-wishes. I just wish you’d remember us one last time.”

He feels his heart heavy, his lungs are pressed like someone’s hitting his body with the force of a thousand bricks, but still he smiles. He knows you’re drinking the red beverage- and he remembers your cutely wrinked noise the fist time you did; his blood did taste a little acid, even though you blamed your eating habits. Silence fills the room, and his heart finally stops trying. He’ll hopefully see you soon, too.

#monsta x #monsta x scenarios #monsta x angst #monsta x imagines #monsta x reactions #kpop scenarios #hyungwon x reader #hyungwon scenarios #hyungwon imagine #hyungwon reactions #hyungwon fluff #hyungwon angst #basically #the red potion has his blood instead of urs #so basically #his life shorten instead of ours #but the one that loses their memory is u

[sugaroons]

good-luck charm | M (2/2)

“Where else do your claws come out, I wonder?”

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pairing: min yoongi x reader wordcount: 8012 summary: You don’t expect to see Min Yoongi again, but a month after he falls asleep before your drunken hook-up, he’s producing a track for the group you manage. Your various attempts at getting him out of your system only leave you with tingling lips, increasingly dirty texts, and tender moments you can’t seem to ignore. (contains smut—it’s at the very end—dirty talk, and far too much teasing than expected. x-posted on ao3.)

(one) | two

It’s six in the morning on a Wednesday. You’re watching the boys practice their routine for tomorrow’s taping, noting who might need pain relief patches once the first practice session is over. Your eyes are on Joshua as you round up the bottles they’ve left behind—they still don’t quite remember to pick up after themselves—and you’re hoping, praying he can do the last moves of the dance exactly on the beat. Hoseok is a patient choreographer, but the awards show is a crucial performance, so everyone’s just a little on edge.

Once a break is called, you listen in on all their little conversations, paying attention to what Hobi tells Joshua. If he needs someone to watch him practice later on, you’ll be available and ready to watch for whatever mistakes Hobi’s pointing out. You don’t notice your phone buzzing at the table until Jimin picks it up and calls out your name.

“Do you want me to read it out for you?” Jimin says, tapping lightly at the back of your phone. You nod, one ear still trained on Hobi and Joshua. “It says you missed a call from—who’s this—Agust D?” Your cheeks color immediately, and you throw one of the used towels at Jimin. He dodges it gleefully, moving away slowly as you get up and stalk to him. He holds your phone above your head, his eyes crescents as he speaks. “He says he’s so far away, but he misses you! How sweet.”

You shove all the towels you’ve collected in Jimin’s face. The smell of sweat is too much for him, and he lowers his hand slightly, allowing you to grab your phone. Your face is red—from the exertion, you tell yourself—and you unlock the screen to read the message.

09:40 AM [amber]: yo we still on for sat 09:40 AM [amber]: dont flake on us again 09:42 AM [amber]: ur boys won’t burn the dorms down and its jimins turn to watch them

These are the texts you’re expecting to see, but you can’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment. It’s irrational for you to hope that Min Yoongi has texted you, especially considering that you haven’t seen him since he left his number on your bedside table.

“So far away,” Jimin sings by your ear. As if you could have forgotten the last track Yoongi released. You swat at him while sending a reply to Amber.

09:47 AM [you]: i wouldn’t miss it for the world!  09:47 AM [you]: haven’t seen u girls in forever. ㅠ.ㅠ

When the boys start dancing again, you sit at the small table beside Jimin, who looks sideways as you sit down. You continue to watch the boys, but in the corner of your eyes, you see Jimin open his mouth only to sigh. “I know, I know,” you say, scrunching up your nose.

“It’s been a month, Y/N,” Jimin says gently, “and you’re clearly not over it.” With how busy your boys have been the last couple of weeks, you’ve had no opportunity to meet up with any of your friends outside the company. Jimin is the only person who knows what happened that fateful Saturday when you first met Min Yoongi.

You pout, sulking. Your cheeks are still warm from earlier; your infatuation with Yoongi is not something you need to broadcast at the same company that manages him. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hi, we were supposed to fuck, but I bored you to sleep?’” You know Jimin is being serious because he doesn’t roll his eyes like he usually does, instead reaching out to pat you on the arm. You bury your head in your hands. “It was going so well, Jiminie. It really was.”

“What’s stopping you from texting him, then? He was clearly interested in you, if that ‘good-luck charm’ business was any indication,” Jimin says, smirking.

“I’ve been—” you say, hesitating. You look Jimin in the eye, but your eyes drift down to his chest when you speak. Your voice is small as you mutter, “I’ve been burned before.” You wince at the memory of every person you’ve ever confessed to or made the move on. While some of them continue to be your good friends, others never talked to you again. Your last boyfriend had thrown it in your face when he’d broken up with you, calling you desperate and stupid. It’s ridiculous for you to have taken it to heart, but you have, and that likely won’t be changing any time soon.

Jimin watches you for a while before sighing again. “That’s fair.” He squeezes your arm, an odd look on his face. “Just make sure you’re open to whatever comes your way,” Jimin says, his tone cryptic. You find this a little strange but say nothing. Jimin’s always said the strangest things, and this is probably no different.

Right before the afternoon singing practice, while you’re massaging Seungcheol’s shoulders, the senior manager calls you around in a huddle. “Boys,” she says, “you’ve been working really hard for your performance, so we have some good news for you.” Jimin loops his arm through yours and grins, so you know something’s up. “The new song we’ve been rehearsing the past few weeks will be recorded next week and produced by Bulletproof Entertainment’s own Min Yoongi!”

As the boys begin to talk among themselves excitedly, your grip on Jimin’s arm tightens. “Is this the surprise you warned me about?” you say through gritted teeth. He shrugs at you, mouthing the words, ‘Namjoon-hyung told me,’ before looking back at your senior managers.

“Managers,” your senior continues when the boys begin to do run-throughs, “we’ll be having a working dinner with Yoongi-sshi later to finalize everything, so you can go home a little earlier to freshen up.” You nod, still a little flustered, and spend most of the afternoon tidying up the mess distractedly. Jimin ruffles your hair affectionately before you part ways, jokingly reminding you to bring your tiger pin.

Min Yoongi is at his studio, mulling over the arrangement he’s been working on. It’s clean, but he can’t fully judge how well it’ll fit until he hears it done live. Namjoon’s mentioned this group once or twice, so Yoongi’s looking forward to learning more about them from their managers tonight.

Right on schedule, his phone buzzes and he hears a faint knocking sound outside his office. When Yoongi opens the door, he comes face to face with you, surrounded by your three co-managers. Your eyes widen slightly before your face assumes a more neutral expression, but Yoongi doesn’t know how to react. The memories of that night come rushing back, and a faint shade of pink dusts his pale cheeks at the thought of how he’d left you.

He had woken up as soon as the sun streamed through your blinds, warm and cozy under the blanket you’d placed over him in the night. He’d taken the painkiller on the living room table, rubbing his aching head as he made his way to your room. Inside, you’d been fast asleep on top of your covers, your hair still damp from the shower. Yoongi had smiled at your knee-high striped socks and matching orange sleep shorts. A tiger indeed, he’d thought, one he would love to see again. He’d left his number on a sheet by your bed, then waited for a call, a text, or anything that let him know you were remotely interested.

You hadn’t, and now you’re here, looking far more professional than you had at the part but just as attractive. Yoongi swallows, fiddling with his bangs for a second before smirking and saying, “Shall we?”

With the older managers sitting up front, you are sandwiched between Yoongi and Jimin at the back of the car. Your right thigh is pressed against Yoongi’s left, and he tries his best to ignore it. Jimin turns to face the both of you with a smile. “Yoongi sunbaenim,” Jimin says, “you remember Y/N?”

Yoongi smiles in reply. Of course he does: he remembers exactly how your breath feels against his neck, how hard it was to let you go once he’d made the shot; the sounds you’d made in his mouth in the dimly lit street, sweeter than the traces of peppermint and soju on your tongue; and your hips against his, you a dream-like vision in his lap right before he’d fallen asleep. “I do,” he says, looking at you. You hold his gaze for a few seconds before looking down, biting your lip.

Before he can say anything more, you arrive at the restaurant. Yoongi holds the door open for you, helping you out, and you brace yourself on his arm as you exit the small car. He doesn’t know if he’s imagining things, but you seem to hold onto him a second too long. Not that he minds.

His hand goes to the small of your back to support you, and it feels like a brand through the thin fabric of your dress. You breathe in his familiar scent—citrus and something floral—and try to avoid thinking about the last time you’d been this close. You smile at him in thanks, urging him to go ahead. When he does, Jimin exits the car and whispers, “Go get ‘em, tiger,” in your ear. You poke him in the side and walk quickly to the restaurant, but his words from earlier echo in your head. Yoongi’s been on your mind the past few weeks, and maybe some flirting tonight will get him out of your system.

You walk into the restaurant with purpose. Taking the seat beside Yoongi, you keep your manner business-like as you iron out the details over appetizers and soup. Yoongi agrees to produce the track, and your senior manager orders a bottle of the place’s best flower wine. When you tap your glass against Yoongi’s, your finger grazes his. You give him a coy smile and sip at your glass, making a sound of satisfaction only he can hear. Yoongi chokes slightly on his wine at how sexual it is. You put your glass down and tilt your head towards him, placing your hand on his own. “Are you alright?” you say, looking into his eyes.

Yoongi nods once, not trusting himself to speak properly while he collects his thoughts. In the brief moments you’d spent together, you hadn’t shown this side of you. He was intrigued and even more attracted,  and this could be his chance to make a better impression on you. Yoongi strokes your thumb with his own, smiling. “I’m good,” he says. “Thank you.”

He prepares himself for whatever you have planned, but you behave for the rest of the dinner. By dessert, Yoongi’s ready to make a move of his own. He scoots forward, his knee touching yours. You shift in response, the napkin on your lap slipping over his thigh. Your hand reaches down to catch it, and you make sure to graze his inner thigh with your fingers. Yoongi swallows before grabbing your hand with his own. The smile on his face is lazy, but the heat in his gaze is anything but.

Beside you, Jimin clears his throat. “Hyung-nim,” he says to your one of your senior managers, “maybe we can move to the bar once dinner is over?” Your senior manager laughs, saying something about the energetic youth. He insists that you, Jimin, and Yoongi go on without him and the head manager, who pays for the bill with a smile.

The three of you move to the back of the restaurant where the bar is found. You place your orders—soju for you and Yoongi, and a sweet cocktail for Jimin—before the latter makes a detour to the restroom. You pour out two shots and hand a small glass to Yoongi. He raises his eyebrow, tapping his glass against yours. “Already?” you say. “You might fall asleep before the night really starts.” You take the shot anyway, savouring the sensation as it flows down your throat.

“Easy there, tiger,” he says, grinning. You smile sweetly at him, pouring out another round of shots. The two of you are on your fourth round when Jimin returns, taking the seat beside yours.

“Why do both of you suddenly look so guilty?” Jimin picks up his glass and sips from it, looking at both of you. “Planning your next beer pong strategy?”

Yoongi moves closer and puts his arm around you. His warmth is welcome in the slight chill of the bar, and you lean into him, resisting the urge to rest your head on his chest. “We don’t need a strategy when we’re the best.”

You turn to him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Are you sure?” you say teasingly. “Didn’t seem that way during our first two games.”

You feel Jimin’s eyes on you, but keep your gaze locked on Yoongi. His eyes sweep down to your collar for a second. “My little tiger is an excellent good-luck charm.”

“I think that’s our cue to go home.” You roll your eyes and push him away, breaking the moment with a grin. Your left hand lingers on his chest a beat too long, and Yoongi thinks this might be another opportunity to ask you out. Before he can say anything, however, you stand up and hand Jimin some bills, excusing yourself to go to the restroom.

Yoongi looks questioningly at Jimin, who shrugs in response. They sit in silence while you’re gone, and Yoongi can think a little more clearly without your sweet little mouth and bright eyes there to distract him. He doesn’t want to mix work and play, and he vows not to try anything with you until the recording has been released. Yoongi cares about the integrity of his work, and he knows you do too. This is the best plan of action, even if it means having to resist your considerable charms for the next couple of weeks. He has that much self-control. At least, that’s what he tells himself.

“I’ll go ahead,” Yoongi says. Your physical presence would make it doubly difficult for him to leave, especially tonight. “Tell her I said goodbye, and see you both on Friday.” He leaves the exact payment for the full bill before getting off the seat and exiting the restaurant. Seconds after he reaches the exit, you come back. Your crestfallen expression at the lack of Min Yoongi makes Jimin laugh, and he pats you on the shoulder consolingly.

“We might as well get through the rest of this bottle,” Jimin says, holding up the half-empty bottle of soju, “especially since Yoongi hyung-nim paid for all of it.” You take the shot he pours in silence, wondering how you could have been so stupid to think you’d be able to forget Min Yoongi so easily.

The next day is a blur as your team spends the whole day preparing for the award show taping, though both Jimin’s muttering “my little tiger” every so often and your hangover make it a little rough. You return home, exhausted, promising yourself that tomorrow you’ll be far more professional. You only spend a little time thinking about how Min Yoongi’s number is still on your bedside table before falling asleep.

You wake up early the next morning to prepare two thermoses of fresh ginger and water for the session later. This will be their first day running the song in the recording studio and the last day for Yoongi to make big modifications to the boys’ lines. The senior managers are negotiating more performances with the tv networks today and have left you and Jimin to hold down the fort, which has you elated and nervous at once. You’re at the studio twenty minutes early, carrying your thick sweater in preparation for the cold of the holding area where you’ll be watching the boys. It’s only coincidence, you say to yourself, that it’s got cute little tigers and lions embroidered at the hem. “Fighting,” you mutter to yourself before entering.

Bulletproof’s studio is fairly small but well-equipped. Without all thirteen of your boys crowding the room, it seems bigger than usual, and your eyes take in the records lining the wall—mostly Agust D’s achievements—before landing on the person reclined on the couch. Yoongi’s eyes are closed, but you know he’s not asleep. In his black beanie, loose black shirt, and dark-wash jeans, he’s a lot more dressed down than he was last night. Before you can do anything you regret, you quietly take a seat on the chair beside the couch, bringing out your phone for want of something to do. You’ve just finished checking your emails when you feel someone watching you.

“Good morning, Yoongi-sshi,” you say, giving him a small smile. He nods silently in reply. Today, it seems like his attention will be entirely on production. The fan in you grows excited at the opportunity to watch him in action. Yoongi enters the production studio proper, and you follow him in, stopping at the machine room that doubles as the waiting area. He glances back at you, gesturing for you to enter the mixing room with him.

You don't wait long for Jimin to arrive with the boys, some of them still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Still, there's an excitement thrumming through them: it's in the slightly awed and very respectful way they greet Yoongi hello, in the cheerful energy with which they practice the song in the vocal booth. You and Jimin offer to help Yoongi bring out the equipment, but he refuses politely. Your nose is almost pressed against the glass as you watch him set up, entranced by the great care with which he handles each microphone and cable. Once Yoongi is done, he stays in the room to listen to the boys sing, his eyes shut. Wonwoo and the others glance nervously at him every so often, and you can't blame them.

Yoongi returns to the mixing room and sits down. The boys gather round the mics, as poised as they are on the stage. Yoongi pushes a button and says, "Today, we'll be recording the group vocals." At his words, they move around, arranging themselves according to the groupings on the score. Yoongi nods. "Right. Seungcheol's group will go first. The rest, head to the waiting room." They've always been obedient, but the speed they move at Yoongi's command is impressive. You exchange looks with Jimin, who only shrugs.

Despite their jumpy nerves, the first two groups finish their recordings with few issues. While Yoongi doesn't bark orders nor raise his voice, the calm with which he speaks is unnerving. And, if you're honest with yourself, a turn-on. As each set of boys files out of the live room, you flash them a smile and a thumbs up. The last group enters, and you take a deep breath. This is the weakest set so far, and you know Chan's been struggling with the song since the sheets were given to them. You worry at your lower lip, not noticing how Yoongi glances at your face, lingering at your mouth. He clears his throat. "From the top," he says, and that's where everything begins to go wrong.

Yoongi stops the first run within seconds. "You're nervous," is all he says, which does little to reassure the boys, especially Chan, whom you see gulping. "Again." By the third repeat, Yoongi's looking directly at Chan, his gaze unreadable. "Chan." You're proud of the way Chan looks Yoongi straight in the eye despite the fear that has his hand shaking. "alone."

"Again," he says sternly after Chan sings the lines. "More power." It's a couple of notes outside Chan's natural vocal range, and his voice cracks on his second try. You see Chan's eyes widen, and a look of panic crosses his face for a moment. Yoongi sighs, steepling his fingers and leaning forward. His eyes don't leave Chan's face as he speaks slowly through the intercom. "Will you need to sit this one out, Lee Chan?"

You look angrily at Yoongi, your brows furrowed. Chan blanches, but before you can say anything, he stutters out a weak 'no.' Yoongi sighs again, calling for a break. He and Chan disappear to one of the soundproof practice rooms, and it takes everything in you to stay where you are and continue to hand out concentrated ginger water. Chan returns twenty minutes later with his eyes puffy, the tear tracks not properly wiped from his face, and you see red. Jimin places a calming hand on your shoulder, shaking his head in warning. You squeeze Chan's hand reassuringly before returning to your place on the sofa behind Yoongi. Recording goes smoothly from there, and you manage to finish the day's agenda earlier than usual. This means rare time off the rest of the day, though you'll pass by the dorm before you go home to watch the boys practice the next parts of the song.

All of you breathe deeply once you're outside the recording studio. Soon, the boys are chattering in excitement, except Chan, who stays behind. You fall into step with him, throwing a comforting arm around his shoulder. "You alright?" you say. Chan nods. "What did Yoongi-sshi do to you in the room?"

He swallows, looking away. "He sat me down and made me rehearse line per line," Chan says. "I know you're worried, manager-noona, but it's really the stress and nerves that had me crying. Yoongi hyung-nim was nothing but nice." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, smiling at Chan one last time before letting him go. You signal to Jimin that you'll be staying behind, and he frowns for a second before going on, asking the boys what they'd like to have for dinner. Chan brightens up at that, and he soon joins the others with a smile.

You walk with them for a little bit more before turning around, walking straight to the mixing room. You hesitate for a moment, before making up your mind and knocking. Before you can knock again, Yoongi opens the door, his beanie in hand. Your eyes soften for a split-second at his hat-hair, then you remember why you've come here. "Yoongi-sshi," you say, pausing as you try to remember the speech you'd come up with while brisk-walking back to the recording studio.

"Yoongi is fine," he says, scratching the back of his head. He had seen you flare up in the reflection of the soundproof glass, but he didn't expect you to do anything about it. You're here interrupting his work and he ought to kick you out, but the way you stand arms akimbo, your cheeks flushed from exertion and nose scrunched up in anger, has Yoongi smiling instead.

"Yoongi," you say, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, "I don't approve of what you did to Chan. He was visibly shaking, and all you did was aggravate him. And don't give me that bullshit about the music industry being this difficult." You cross your arms over your chest. "Kim PD-nim started this company wanting to be different, and we both know that." You sigh, feeling all the anger bleed out of you, replaced by the exhaustion you haven't let yourself feel. "Please be more careful next time. A little kinder."

His eyes narrow at you, and he opens his mouth to speak. You reach out to touch his hand, adding, "But thank you for practicing with him. You have to know how much these kids look up to you." You drop your hand, suddenly shy. “That's—that's all."

You turn as if to leave, but Yoongi catches your elbow, pulling you back. He won't apologize for what he did because he knows it was the right thing to do. "You clearly care about these boys," he says instead, his tone soothing. His eyes fall to the hem of your sweater, and Yoongi laughs at how perfect the designs are for you. "A tiger indeed.” Yoongi touches an embroidered lion close to where your sweater has ridden up, and your breath catches. “Where else do your claws come out, I wonder?” he murmurs, tracing the hem of your jacket, his fingers just barely skimming your skin.

“Have a good night, Yoongi!” you squeak, squirming away from his treacherous fingers and freeing yourself from his grasp. You shut the door none too gently behind you, and Yoongi is left to mix the tracks with the faint smell of ginger and your perfume lingering in the room.

After a well-deserved afternoon at the spa with Jimin, you’re ready to spend your Saturday night the way you used to before your job got too hectic. You put on your favourite black dress and make your way to the bar you haven’t been to in almost two months.

Sulli and Luna whistle when they see you, and Krystal pulls you onto her side of the booth before resting her head on your shoulder. You’re smiling, listening to them resume their conversation from before and trying to figure out how to bring up everything that happened between you and Yoongi. That's when Amber returns with a bottle of some greenish liquid and six shot glasses. “Y/N!” she says. “Are you fucking Jimin yet?”

At that, you laugh hard, and it doesn’t take long for you to talk about what’s happened in the last month. Jimin had been a wonderful listener, but there was nothing like hearing your girls howl in laughter over Yoongi’s corny lines. “You should have slapped him when he fell asleep. You’re way too nice,” Victoria says.

“I just don’t know what I should do,” you say, your head in your hands. You don’t know if the nausea is from the alcohol or the thought of how crazy you still are about Min Yoongi.

Krystal pats you reassuringly on the back. “Just be yourself, Y/N,” she says, “and you’re sure to win him over!” Luna nods in agreement, and you sigh.

“Being myself hasn’t really worked out before, has it?” You blow a raspberry into your glass, the harsh smell of the alcohol making you dizzy.

“Snap out of it,” Sulli says, pouring shots out for everyone. While you’re coughing with what feels like gasoline burning down your throat, she adds, “What are you going to do, drag him to bed? It’s effective, sure, but we all know how emotional you are.”

“I really think my crush on him has me confused,” you insist. “Maybe I will sleep with him, just so I can get him off—“ Amber makes a face at this, but you wave your hands frantically, continuing, “off my mind.” The others look unconvinced, but that’s the last you’ll hear about that for the night, and you move to a karaoke bar to sing your hearts out in true girls’ night out tradition.

Monday comes and you arrive with your boys in tow, your sleeveless silk blouse and pencil skirt giving you the boost of confidence you need for what you’re going to do today. The recording proceeds smoothly, with you acting the consummate professional. If you lean over a little too much, your shirt slipping down a little, or your fingers linger a second too long on  his as you hand Yoongi a bottle of water, well, that’s not your problem.

The boys file out behind Jimin once they finish, bowing to Yoongi in thanks. You’re ready to pretend to leave, but Jimin tells you to stay behind, right on schedule.

4:54 PM [jiminnie mouse]: you’re on laundry duty for the next week 4:54 PM [jiminnie mouse]: have fun! ^.~

Yoongi senses something amiss when you don’t leave. You’re making it far harder for him to keep his promise and stay away, at least until the track is finished. When you sit beside him on the too-small mixing bench, your side pressed against his, Yoongi takes a deep breath. You turn to him then, an innocent look on your face, and he knows he’s in for it. “Anything wrong, Yoongi?” He makes a non-committal sound and places the headphones back on, clicking around the tracks.

You seem satisfied enough to watch him work, though soon he feels your head against his shoulder. Yoongi often struggles getting work done around other people, but your quiet presence is oddly soothing. Still he gets distracted each time you nuzzle against him, and the work goes by slower than it ought to. He saves the file and pulls the headphones off with one hand, his other lifting your chin up. “You’re a distraction,” he growls before leaning down to kiss you. Your mouth opens to his, and you moan as his tongue strokes against yours. He gets up and you follow him, drugged by his kisses, and soon you’re both on the couch, Yoongi hovering above you. “What do you want?” he breathes against your lips.

You shiver before pulling at his belt loops, rolling your hips against his. He groans, half-hard at your thigh, and bends to kiss you again. Your lips are chapped in the cold of the room, but he bites at them greedily. Your arms tighten around him in response, one of your hands creeping under his sweatshirt, your fingers sneaking below the hem of his pants.

Yoongi lifts his head, breathing hard. “Not yet,” he chants repeatedly under his breath as he pulls himself off you. He takes you by the shoulders, leading you towards the door. He sees the tips of your ears turn red, and you can’t seem to look him in the eye. “Make no mistake,” he says, caging you between the wall and his arms. Yoongi mouths at your neck, one hand skimming down the front of your body to pull your hip tight against his. “I want you.”

“But there’s work to do,” you say breathlessly, a hint of disappointment still in your voice. “I get it. I’ll be going now.”

He smiles at you, caressing your face one last time. “You have my number,” Yoongi says. You smile at him, then, genuine and sweet, and he thinks about asking you to stay one last time.

Within the hour, he receives a text from an unknown number. Yoongi sends a reply before putting the earphones back on, suddenly energized.

Back at the restaurant where you’re having dinner with the other managers, you make a face at his response before chuckling, your heart lighter than it had been moments before.

5:43 PM [you]: do u always smell like fruits, mr. genius producer? 5:45 PM [mr. genius]: just trying to be as sweet as u, tiger

You hear from the senior manager that Yoongi is producing other tracks, possibly releasing his own work with Namjoon, so you don’t see him the rest of the month. Just as well, because the boys begin shooting the music video for Yoongi’s song, and you’re in a flurry travelling to different locations, making sure no one leaves anything behind. Throughout all this, you and Yoongi continue to text.

4:30 AM [you]: good morning from bumfuck nowhere! [attachment] 11:50 AM [mr. genius]: learn to love urself 11:50 AM [mr. genius]: only misanthropes are awake before 9 am

You’re worried you’re bothering him because you always text first, but he greets you a couple of days later with a selfie featuring Namjoon.

6:09 AM [mr. genius]: [attachment] 6:09 AM [mr. genius]: namjoon’s studio is way more impressive than mine 6:10 AM [mr. genius]: note he can’t read half the english titles on his shelf, the pretentious ass 7:01 AM [you]: don’t worry, yoongi, i like u more.

Yoongi grins widely and subsequently has to ward off Namjoon’s grabby hands. “The world must be ending for you to smile so widely at your phone, hyung,” Namjoon says, and Yoongi can only shrug in reply.

Later, he gets a text that has him glad he’s alone in his room, already settled in for the night.

10:52 PM [my little tiger]: i’m sad. [attachment]

He loads the attachment and finds a picture of you. You’re in your skimpy pajamas again, the left strap slipping off your shoulder, and you’re pouting at the camera. The picture cuts off just below the hint of cleavage your tank top reveals. Yoongi swallows, staring at the picture for another minute before remembering to reply.

10:54 PM [mr. genius]: any way i can help ?

You type write away, smiling at how eager he is.

10:54 PM [my little tiger]: send me a pic of your hands?

Yoongi finds the request odd, but sends it anyway, curious to see what you’ll say next.

10:55 PM [my little tiger]: now it’s easier for me to imagine how big your fingers’ll feel. 10:55 PM [my little tiger]: thank you, yoongi, and good night.

Before he sleeps, Yoongi comes on his fingers, wishing he’d thought to ask you for pictures of your own.

The weeks go by, and finally, it’s time for the boys’ comeback.The music video is a success, of course. The hits are far more than even Kim PD-nim anticipated, and he throws a celebratory black-tie affair for the company to commemorate the boys’ sixth month. You’re delighted to see everyone looking sharp in their suits, though you find yourself longing to see one man in particular.

You and Jihoon are discussing his plans for the group’s next song when he recognizes someone behind you, his eyes lighting up. “Yoongi-hyung!” he says, the smile wide on his face. You turn to find a suit-clad Min Yoongi, his dress shirt and slim-cut pants making your stomach do backflips. He nods at Jihoon with a small smile, and his hand strokes lightly down your back, lingering at your hip. Internally, you congratulate yourself for keeping a straight face, though your ears are likely the colour of tomatoes at this point.

“Congratulations on the video, Jihoon,” Yoongi says. “I may be the genius who produced the track,” he adds, smirking, “but it wouldn’t have done so well without your hard work.” You roll your eyes but can’t keep the grin off your face.

Jihoon watches the two of you for a moment before saying, “Yoongi hyung, are you and Manager-noona dating yet?” Your eyes widen and you take a small step to your left, not willing to look at Yoongi. “She found me the cutest when she first became our manager, and Jimin-hyung says it’s because I looked like Agust D.”

“That’s enough, Jihoon!” you say, though the blush on your cheeks discredits the threatening tone of your voice.

“Is that so?” Yoongi smirks at you, placing his hand firmly on your lower back.

“Why don’t you tell Yoongi about your proposed recording?” You’re too flustered to participate in the conversation, so you listen to Jihoon talk for a minute before excusing yourself to hide in the ladies’ room.

10:02 PM [mr. genius]: 2117 10:02 PM [mr. genius]: i’ll see you there

You return to the party with a gracious smile on your face, determined to play the perfect host till the event is over. You manage to secure possible collaborations with other artists, and this makes your heart soar for the boys. Still, it does nothing for the thrumming desire you feel to go to room 2117, to find out what the weeks of texting and flirting will lead up to.

Later, the team gathers, and Kim PD-nim gives an unexpectedly sentimental speech. You’re still drying your eyes in the elevator up to the 21st floor, the warmth you feel at such a successful night being replaced by a more sensual tension. Every step you take down the hallway has you more acutely aware of the soft material against your skin.

Hesitation grips you as you lift your hand to knock at the door. You stall, bringing out your phone to reread Yoongi’s texts and make sure you understand things right. In the two hours since he last sent you a message, he sent a couple more.

10:46 PM [mr: genius]: you’re so hot when you’re negotiating, little tiger 10:59 PM [mr: genius]: i’m going up to resist pulling you into a small corridor somewhere and having my wicked way with you 11:04 PM [mr: genius]: door’s open. i’m inside

You enter the room and remove your earrings and heels, placing them in the dresser near the door way. The richly carpeted floor makes your feet tangle as you pad towards the main room.

There, you find an achingly beautiful sight: Min Yoongi on the bed, his eyes closed and tie loosened. You smile at the fact he’s fallen asleep again and walk to him quietly, reaching out to smooth his hair away from his face. Before you can, he catches your hand, pulling you down on top of him.

“My biggest fan,” he says with a smirk. You try to squirm away from his grasp, not wanting to admit your need and your nervousness melding together to form the strangest feeling, but it only places you more firmly against him. You gasp at the evidence of his arousal at your backside. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, and you bend down to kiss him. Before you can, he rolls you over so you’re beneath him and finally, finally kisses you. “Missed me?” he says against your lips. All you can do is moan in reply.

He mouths down your jaw, moving up to bite at your ear. Yoongi feels your breath against his neck, hears the small noises you’re stubbornly holding back, and chuckles. He’d been worried you wouldn’t show and was trying to meditate when you arrived. It awes him, how quickly your expression had changed from one of innocent surprise to that of need, written as it was in your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He props himself up on one arm and lets the other wander to your chest. Yoongi palms at your breast through the slinky material of your dress, the weight of it heavy and full in his hand.

Yoongi’s touch is so different from your own that you lift your head to watch, your eyes transfixed as his hand traces the fabric of your dress, slowly making its way to your warm skin beneath. Your jaw falls open and your eyes flutter closed, and you reach down to skim your hand against the front of his pants. Yoongi bites harder at the lobe of your ear, moving to worry the skin at your throat with his teeth before kissing each red mark softly. He laughs before going lower, mouthing at your chest through the dress. You push his head away, muttering something about marks. You bite his neck when he laughs, laving the spot right under his ear before nipping at it. You try to sit up, pulling at his jacket and wanting to feel his bare skin against your own. You fumble the buttons of his white dress shirt while his hand moves along your back, trying to locate the zipper.

You both laugh, then, and you stand at the side of the bed to unzip your dress, letting it pool at your feet. Yoongi watches you, his eyes tracing over the curves of your body as he pulls off his socks and unbuttons his shirt. The thirst in your eyes mirrors his own, but he’s still surprised when you climb on top of him, pulling at his tie to bring him closer for a kiss. Both of you finally manage to remove his shirt, and your hands run over his bare skin with a frenetic energy he didn’t expect. Yoongi bites at your left breast, right above where your strapless bra holds you up, smiling as you pull him closer. He pulls away to bite at your lip playfully, pressing your foreheads together before saying, “You like me.”

It’s hard to look him in the eye, and you feel ridiculous and shy even as his arm wraps around your head. Yoongi’s running his finger through your hair, dislodging hairpins along the way. They clink as they hit the table, and the sound, along with the way Yoongi is looking at you, helps you let go of all your fears about being too much or too little for Min Yoongi. “Well,” you say, pausing to peck at his lips, “you clearly like me, so I have to like you a little bit or it’d be embarrassing for you.”

Yoongi pulls you against him tightly, and you melt a little. “I do,” he says. “I do like you.”

The words are simple, but make you feel like you’re floating. The boyish way he bites at his lip, looking up at you through his eyelashes, has you more playful, and when Yoongi opens his mouth to say more, you interrupt him.  “Like this?” you say, grinding down on him. You reach behind you to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the side. You press yourself against his chest as kiss at his neck again, still entranced by the smoothness of his pale skin.

He groans, and his hands tighten around your waist, stopping you. He sits up and cradles your face in his hand like he did that very first night you met. “Date me,” he says seriously. “Let me make it up to you.” Your heart flutters when you hear the words he’d only written before, but you can’t ignore how his new position has his bulge closer to your heat.

You pull him close, muttering, “Be cute and dramatic later, please.” You smile into his mouth. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for ages.”

“You’re not alone, little tiger,” Yoongi says, growling, your words unlocking the dam of lust he’s kept at bay since the day you came onto him at the studio. His hand rubs at the damp spot on your panties before pushing them aside. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he says, his voice suddenly calm and collected, like he doesn’t have two fingers thrust into you. “Sending a text like that before I went to bed, like you didn’t know I’d need to be early the next day.” He tsks as you clench around his fingers, a clear sign you’re interested in this kind of talk. He grins, pushing it a little further. “How does it feel to have my hand fucking you?” With his thumb, Yoongi rubs at your clit, accentuating each word with a pass over your bud of nerves. You moan, then, and he adds, “If I’d known this was all you’d wanted, maybe I would have taken care of you in my recording studio. Is this how you want the night to end, with you cumming all over my hand?”

You shake your head, your hand reaching down to grasp him through his pants. “Not right now,” he says firmly, catching your hand and pinning it to your side, your fingers laced together. “If you get your pretty little hand on me,” Yoongi says, his fingers crooking to rub at your inner walls, “this’ll all be over too soon.” He finds a spot that is slightly rougher to the touch and presses against it. You keen and arch your back as he plays touches your g-spot. “Your little noises already have me so worked up, and your cunt’s squeezing so tightly around my fingers.” Slowly, he adds a third finger, still stroking your clit.

The pressure mounts inside you, and you find yourself breathing harder. Sensing how close you are, Yoongi increases the pressure against your clit, his three fingers moving constantly inside you. “Come for me,” he says in your ear, his voice husky with want, and the thought of him being just as wrecked as you are has you coming harder than you have in months. He holds you through your orgasm, his fingers moving slowly inside you until it subsides. You fall against the bed with a huff, chest rising and falling like you’ve just run a marathon. While you slide off your panties, Yoongi lifts his hand to his mouth, licking at it before wiping his hand on his pants. You’re catching your breath as he undresses, leaving him just as naked as you.

“Still up for this?” he says, rifling through his pants for something.

You get up and reach out, grasping his dick firmly in your hand. You pump your hand once slowly, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “As up as you are,” you say coyly, your tongue between your teeth, and Yoongi groans at the both the pun and the feel of your hand against his skin. Yoongi finds the packet in his back pocket, tearing at it with his teeth. He moves your hand away to roll on the condom, slipping the fingers of his other hand to check how ready you are. You pull him over you, his hardness sliding against your clit in a way that has both of you moaning. “Don’t tease,” you say, thrusting your hips up and clenching around his fingers.

Finally, Yoongi pulls his fingers out and lines himself up at your entrance. He slides in so smoothly you’re almost embarrassed, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It feels so good, even if you don’t think you can come again, and you wrap your legs around him and urge him deeper. You squeak in surprise when you feel his hand at your clit again, teasing it lightly in contrast to his slow, hard strokes into your cunt, and the pressure builds at the pool of your stomach. You pull him down for a kiss, tangling your tongue against his, your hands roaming his back, nails scraping lightly against his skin. Everything builds and builds, and soon you’re coming around him, like a wave meeting the shore. It’s less intense than your first orgasm, but the aftershocks last longer.

The feeling of you around him and the sheer pleasure on your face, a hint of perspiration at your temple and your collarbone: all of these drive Min Yoongi crazy, and the sounds you make as you come have him following soon after, his movements growing jerky as he finishes.

Yoongi falls on top of you gently, letting his weight rest on you for a moment. It’s a little stifling, but you welcome the heat of his body against your own, your limbs tangled together, feet dangling off the foot of the bed. He pulls out out of you, standing up to dispose of the condom properly. You watch him, unsure of what to do now that you’ve finally gotten what you’ve been waiting for.

When Yoongi turns around, you’re not on the bed, and his brows furrow until he hears the sound of the toilet flushing. You emerge from the bathroom a little later, your hands still wet from the sink. Yoongi doesn’t think he’s seen anything better. Your lips are swollen from all the kissing, your body glowing in the low light. You smile sleepily at him, and he beckons you closer. You snuggle up to him, your hand on his abdomen while you pull the covers around you. He presses a kiss at your hairline, and soon you both fall asleep.

The next morning, you’re nowhere to be found. When Yoongi checks his phone, however, he finds a couple of messages from you, the last of which has him grinning.

6:52 AM [my little tiger]: boys have a promotion taping today, so i had to dash. 6:53 AM [my little tiger]: [attachment] 6:54 AM [my little tiger]: i can’t stop smiling at this pic of us. u in ur natural state (sleeping) 6:53 AM [my little tiger]: holding you to your promise, min yoongi. i’ll see you soon.  

#yoongi smut #yoongi.net #yoongi scenarios #bts smut #bts scenarios #mine #fic #yoongi #bts #suga #fic: glc #verse: bpe

[ganbaramen]

PDP Q&A: Setsuna Yuki [EN Translation]

Here’s my attempt at translating Setsuna’s interview in Dengeki Online! She’s such a good kid~ Let me know if you have any errors or corrections to report!

(No, I haven’t forgotten about these. I hope I can clear the backlog by the time voting starts on 8/1...)

What made you decide to come to Dengeki Online?

I haven't mentioned it before, but I love anime and video games! I especially love light novels, so I've been looking up to Dengeki for a while now...!

To be honest, a long time ago, I applied to Dengeki's novel competition. It really didn't go well, though. Ahaha.

I haven't had the chance to talk about liking things like this, so I'm happy. What I read often... eh, I can't talk about that? Uuu, that's too bad. I want to share what I like with everyone, you know—.

Please describe your appeal point(s).

My love for school idols!

At least in that regard, I absolutely don't want to lose to anyone, and I don't think I will! I've felt this way for a long, long time, and I want to keep giving my all with this never-changing love.

What are your strengths and weaknesses?

My specialty is anything to do with being a school idol! ...or rather, I'm trying my best so that one day I'll have the self-confidence to say that.

As for what I'm bad at, umm, as a girl, it’s hard to say this, but it seems to be cooking... [note: thanks to /u/prayformerci for pointing out a translation error here~]

I like making food, but they say that my food arrangment is a little too original... Oh, the taste? Umm, when I ask for thoughts on how it tastes, everyone averts their eyes and they don't really answer me...

What impressions do you have of Kasumi-chan and Karin-chan?

Kasumi-san has a very unique personality, so she's the type to get misunderstood. But I can really feel her passion and love for school idols! Even though Kasumi-san tends to be somewhat selfish, I sympathize with her, and I love her a lot!

Karin-san is very voluptuous, right? She has that mature feel about her, and it surprised me when we first met. I don't have that kind of sexiness, and she has an incredible sense for fashion, so there's a lot I can learn from her. She is a strong rival... but she's so charming that I might end up being a fan!

How do you spend your days off?

The first thing I do is study. Since we're school idols, I think we absolutely have to try our best at school.

I want to have as much fun as I can in doing what I like, so that encourages me to properly carry out the things that I have to do.  When I think that my school idol activities are waiting for me afterwards, I end up being able to try my best at anything!

Please tell us which subjects you like and dislike.

There isn't really any subject in particular that I like. No matter which subject it is, I find it fun to learn things I don't know, and since I treat it as a game where I have to find the answers, I enjoy studying as well!

Subjects I don't like, umm... I wouldn't really say I dislike it, but sometimes, well... health class can be a little embarrassing... P-please don't ask me why!

Why did you decide to become a school idol?

I've been asked this before, and it's actually a fairly difficult question to answer. To me, I guess, school idols represent a world I dream of, or maybe a place where my ideals are realized... ugh, I can't really find the right words, but in any case, school idols are very special to me.

So, um, when I first saw school idols, and the people cheering them on, I felt like fate was calling!

What animal would you compare yourself to?

A dog, maybe?

When I'm having fun, I get excited really quickly and end up losing my composure, so I might be like a dog in that way.

Ah, umm, what was it... you could say that that's when things get "lit", right? Ai-san taught me that. I'm pretty good at getting along with people, so that's something else I share with dogs, I think.

What genre of music do you like?

Of course, I like anime songs the most!

In those songs' lyrics, when they mention the characters' names, and link the song to the story and setting... ahh, you can really feel how much love the people who wrote these have for the original works, and it makes me super happy!

Compared to the others, your outfit is always properly put on. Why is that?

This outfit is kind of a manifestation of my feelings, so when I wear it, it's like they're holding tight to me.

You could say that it's a uniform that flips a switch in my consciousness, so that I can put all my strength into my work as a school idol... something like that.

There's this rumor floating around that "no one has seen Setsuna at school"; do you have any comment on this?

Huh? T-that kind of rumor exists? Ahh, well, there's only one thing I can say: Setsuna Yuki is a school idol!

Therefore, you'll definitely be able to see me if you come to our live shows and events. I'm looking forward to being able to meet everyone as well!

Please tell us how excited you are for your upcoming activities.

As long as I'm doing this, I'm aiming to be number one! But, my highest ambition is to open up the world of school idols more and more, so it's not just for myself, but because I want to support other school idols too.

If everyone has a great time together, I wonder if that's really what it means to be the best. By the way, am I allowed to do things like vote in the polls? No way I'd vote for myself! Aw, I can't do that, huh... I want to cheer on everyone else too!

#love live! #perfect dream project #school idol festival #setsuna yuki #translation

[warmau]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA PLSPLSPLS WRITE VIXX HYUNGLINE FOR THE NEIGHBOR AU TOO i love ur writing thank u for always working so hard 💝💝💝

woo thank you for reading my writing!!!!! it means the entire world to me~~find the younger line (here) 

Hakyeon

everything is tidy, everything costs more than your entire life savings, everything is color coordinated to go with this soft lilac aesthetic and his storage space in the basement of the apartment building is full of artisan scented candles that’s why his apartment always smells like literally. heaven

im serious,,,,,,,he is a candles person like look at him,,,,,

and most of the kids in your building are convinced small woodland creatures help him get dressed in the morning or something because he looks like a prince that came alive straight out of a movie??? plus he just gives off this really regal, dignified air

it’s hard to imagine that he’s just living life like all of us ordinary people like,,,,,,,,,,,

has a parakeet for a pet that he named chamomile,,,,,like after the flower,,,,,,,like how cute

likes to play ambient instrumental music when he’s cooking or cleaning and he’ll sway to the music and hum ,,,,,,, has a personalized apron that was a gift from his mom like,,,,,,please

nags at all his other friends who are living alone because,,,,,,,do they not own feather dusters???? they don’t use coasters?????? 

“um i know your shoes are off but where are your slippers hyuk ive bought you like 5 pairs already-”

you know hakyeon because you live next door to each other, but also you’ve run into him at the same home economics store like a hundred times and he’s always in the candles section which you think is really adorable

like here is this tall, beautiful looking man getting overly excited about candles,,,,,,like it just always makes you smile when you see him

and you actually have a date tonight with someone you’ve liked since,,,,,forever and you finally had the courage to ask them out and they’re coming for dinner

and as you’re preparing you’re like OOO i should get a candle for the table,,,,,,,but sadly you have none - BUT there is someone who can totally help you out

and when you knock on hakyeon’s door he more than gladly lends you a candle and he’s like “are you finally getting into them like me??” and you’re like “hmmm,,,,,,you could say that,,,,,,”

and you put it on the table, planning to light it when your date shows up,,,,,,,,but,,,,,,an hour passes

than two

and you realize as the clock hits 10 pm and your hungry stomach is growling that the person isn’t coming,,,,and you check your phone for absolutely no messages

and you sit at the table and put your head down on it and sigh because this always happens, you get your hopes up and they come crashing down around you

and you look up and see the candle and you’re like “might as well return this.” so you drag yourself up and knock on hakyeon’s door again

and he answers with a smile that turns to a frown when he sees you standing there, dejected and you’re like “i,,,,,,ended up not needing it.”

and hakyeon is like looking at you and just from the saddness written over your face he can tell,,,,,,,,,,that this candle was meant to be shared with someone,,,,,,but that didn’t happen

and quietly he asks if you might want to talk about it, but you just shrug your shoulders and you’re like “there’s nothing to say, they just,,,,,,didn’t show up.” and hakyeon is like “maybe something came up-” and you laugh sadly and you’re like “i think,,,,,,they just stood me up.”

and hakyeon makes a face and is like “well then, they must be out of their minds. but that makes sense.” and you look up at him and he’s like “well,,,,,,,,let’s just say if you asked me to dinner i wouldn’t make you wait number one and i wouldn’t make you cook for me, i’d be thankful to invite you over and cook for you! i’d have to be the one doing the impressing, i’d feel so lucky to have gotten someone like you to say yes to me.”

and you’re staring at him,,,,,,,in shock because no one has ever said something so flattering to you and you’re like in your head like he’s just trying to cheer you up it doesn’t mean anything

and you try to smile and you’re like “,,,,thank you,,,,,,,if only everyone was like you,,,,,,,,” and hakyeon steps to the side and is like

“no one is like me, but im serious. come in and let me impress you, if you’re ok with having that date with me instead?”

and for a moment you’re like,,,,,,is this,,,,,,,seriously happening?

and hakyeon is smiling, showing you the candle and with a wink he’s like “we can even light this too!”

and you suddenly blush,,,,, looking away and hakyeon is like “it’s ok if you feel uncomfortable, i won’t push you to sta-”

but your stomach is like please,,,,,,feed me,,,,,,,but also,,,,,,,like hakyeon???? inviting you???? to a dinner date?????? did fate arrange this or something,,,,,did getting stood up just turn into the best thing ever????

and that’s exactly what happens you find yourself seated at hakyeon’s dinner table and he’s like “pardon my humble choice of cooking instant meals,,,,,,,im not that good,,,,,,at cooking”

and you’re like “it’s fine, im impressed either way.” and hakyeon laughs at your little joke and he’s like “is it the candle that got you?”

and you’re like “maybe, but also,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s hard not to be impressed when i just,,,,,well ,,,,,,,look at you”

and hakyeon sits back and touches his face and he’s like “really? well,,,,i knew i wasn’t bad looking but im glad it worked on you~”

and you’re like “hakyeon, not to be blunt but it works on EVERYONE”

and hakyeon laughs again, but this time you can see him clear his throat in slight embarrassment and oh my god YOU just made the GREAT hakyeon blush

and you get giddy eating your instant dinner and hakyeon is just like “when i see the person who stood you up, i might just throw this candle in th-”

and you’re like no no don’t do that,,,,,but oh my god who knew such savagery lay beneath such a handsome face

hakyeon: ;) 

Taekwoon

simple, no games, grey and white patterned everything 

pictures of his family and of his nephew in frames on his desk and hanging up on his wall

doesn’t,,,,,,,,,,,,,have a tv??????? how does he entertain himself?????

really big bookshelf though,,,,,he really likes to read. has recently gotten into composing so he bought himself a keyboard and a program for his laptop but he isn’t really sure how to go about it just yet

has like (1) painting in his house that his friend ken made for him and taekwoon isn’t even sure,,,,,like,,,,,,what it is,,,,,,,,but ken specifically did it in black and white so it would fit what he calls “taekwoon’s aura” and so taekwoon hung it up,,,,,,like near his bathroom,,,,,,,not somewhere everyone could see it 

the most updates appliance in his entire apartment: his fridge. just got a new one because the old one didn’t have an ice-maker

doesn’t like magnets but his nephew’s photo has to be in every room so he got a magnet just to put up a photo on his fridge,,,,,,,best uncle taekwoon tbh

sings in the shower

and of course: has a cat. named it leo,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh the irony

and so you know him,,,,because you guys live on the last floor of the building and it’s a lot of stories up so when you take the elevator together it’s MEGA awkward because it takes a good 5 min to get up to the last floor and neither of you ever say anything

until one day you decide,,,,,hey maybe you’ll try making conversation but of all the things to talk about you like bring up something super random and you’re like “what’s your opinion on,,,,,,,,cats? i think dogs are a bit better as a pet,,,” and taekwoon just looks you dead in the eyes and is like “i have a cat.”

and the door opens and he walks out and you’re like OH MY GOD REALLY OUT OF ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID YOU DONT LIKE CATS AND HE HAS ONE LIKE ARE YOU SERIOUS WHAT THE HE-

and from that moment on you cannot. get in the elevator with him

like you see him coming and you pretend to go back to your mailbox or you just look at your phone and hope he just leaves without you

and usually he does until one day he holds the elevator open and he’s like “it’s here, you should come in.”

and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,right. yep

and you’re like why the HELL do i live on the highest floor i could have taken the stairs but it would have killed me

and as you’re going up, thinking about how horrible the situation is you suddenly hear taekwoon go “did you ever get the dog?” and you look over to him and you’re like ,,,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what

but then you remember and you’re like “i,,,,,no i didn’t. i want to, but,,,,,,i don’t know.”

and taekwoon is silent again and you’re like i messed up. it’s over for good now

until you get to your floor and he’s like “you can come and see my cat. she’ll make you change your mind. cats are great.”

and you’re like ?????? is he inviting me over

and taekwoon opens his door and holds it and is like “if you’d like, you can come.” and you’re like um,,,,,well ok,,,,,,i suppose

and his cat is really pretty,,,,,,all white fur and blue eyes and she takes kindly to you, weaving between your legs curiously and you lean down to let her sniff you before petting her

and taekwoon comes over and he’s like “you can hold her.” and he picks her up effortlessly and you stretch out your arms to take her and she’s so,,,,,,,warm

and you’re smiling because she’s so cute and you look at taekwoon and you’re like “she’s so calm, i thought cats didn’t like being held”

and you go back to the cat and taekwoon watches and the corner of his mouth pulls up a bit

and you have to go after a while and taekwoon says goodbye, and for the first time he also adds on a “make sure to eat.”

and it gives you the confidence then over the weekend to knock on his door and you’re just sheepishly like hey,,,,,,im going to the animal shelter today to pick out a,,,,,,,,kitten,,,,,,,,,wanna come?

and you think he might turn you down but he nods so fast and returns in 1 min with his jacket and keys

and you two have fun with all the kittens together and,,,,,,,,,,,,,it’s basically a first date because afterwards taekwoon pays for the cat food for you new pet and c’mon only potential boyfriends would do that hEY 

Ken 

how,,,,,,,has he survived this long? no one knows 

his apartment doubles as his art studio,,,,,and let’s just say it’s more obvious to be an artists studio than it is to be humanly inhabited as an apartment

im talking canvases everywhere, paint evERYWHERE, pencils and pens scattered on the floor and stuck into mugs that are sTILL full of coffee

when ken sleeps, he sleeps on the floor right beside whatever he’s working on and yes a couple of times he’s rolled himself over a drying painting and ended up waking up covered in stains

had to walk around with a big blob of green on his cheek for a good three hours until hongbin came over and was like “what,,,,,,is on your face?”

likes to party and drink, at other peoples houses with other people or by himself with his art

hakyeon once told him to maybe get some decorations so ken picked a flower from the street and stuck it into an empty wine bottle and was like “wa-la,,,,,,,,,,,flower in a vase”

hakyeon smack his hand against his face so loud the Whole world can hear it

probably walks around his apartment fully naked like that’s the Most Normal thing

and one night,,,,,,,,,drunk painter ken ends up forgetting his keys (of course) and so to get into his home he needs to climb the fire escape

and he’s 100% sure he’s climbing it up to the open window of HIS living room

but instead he goes head first onto a carpet,,,,,,and he doesn’t have a carpet,,,,,,,,but you do

and you jump off the sofa, almost spilling your drink all over yourself when you see this long limbed dude climb through your window

and you’re like whaT THE HELL and you pick up a nearby magazine to use as a weapon

but then the person rolls over and you see the face and you’re like “ken?”

and he makes a noise and you’re like “ken,,,,,,what the hell are you doing?” 

and you look out of the window to figure out how he got up here because yeah the fire escape,,,,,,,,but that thing is like 15 feet off the ground how did he climb the side of the wall,,,,,,,,,,,,while being drunk?????

and you wanna ask him but he’s fallen asleep, drooling onto your carpet

and you’d wake him up with a kick or something but,,,,,,,you feel bad for him also like maybe,,,,,,,,just a bit,,,,,,,,you’ve always found him really cute

so you cover him with a blanket and get back on your couch

and when you wake up it’s ken whose shaking your shoulder and you’re ??????? huh and he’s like “HEY thanks for letting me crash on your floor, im gonna go now”

and you’re like huh what ok

and you go back to sleep and when you wake up you’re like what,,,happened,,,,,,was it a dream???/

but when you leave your house to go shopping you see something taped to your door and it’s a little drawing of ken smiling and he’s like ‘thanks for not kicking me out! thanks for letting me climb through your window!’

and you laugh and keep the drawing and when you’re coming back home you see ken on his way inside too and you’re like “hows your hangover?” and he’s like “KILLER, but last night gave me some art inspiration!!” and you’re like omg that’s cool and he’s like “by the way - how do you feel about sitting for a portrait?” and you’re like “that sounds nic- WAIT WHAT” and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i want to paint you. if that’s ok,,,,,,,i was originally gonna paint you from memory but i kinda want to look at you more.”

and you’re like “so you can paint me better?”

ken: “oh no, i just like looking at you.”

you: “are you flirting with me after climbing through my window drunk last night?”

ken: “is it,,,,,,,,,,working?”

you: “a little”

ken: “then yes im flirting with you, how about this i paint you and you tell me about yourself,,,,,,like a first date kinda situation,,,”

and you sit there, well more like avoid sitting on any wet paint stains and ken is working on drawing you but he’s also asking you silly questions like what your alien name would be

and he’s really cute,,,,,,when half his body isn’t hanging out of your window

also he really can draw,,,,but you’re also like “ken where’s all your furniture”

and ken just makes a vague hand gesture and he’s like “somewhere”

and you’re like,,,,,,,ooo so minimalist 

#vixx scenario #vixx scenarios #vixx #hakyeon scenarios #hakyeon scenario #ken scenario #ken scenarios #taekwoon scenarios #taekwoon scenario #leo scenario #leo scenarios #jaehwan scenarios #n scenarios #n scenario #sfw #taekwoon #leo #ken #n #member: n #member: leo #member: ken

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Abby and Wendy

Episode 19 ANOTHER ENTRANCE TO THE UNDERGROUND After the reporters left Sammy’s Coffee Shop, Stephanie and Abby had a chance to talk. Stephanie wanted to get involved in the new projects going on around her. Abby decided to come right to the point: “Okay, really quickly because this place is getting impossible, here's what I propose. Phoebe wants to attend the Evansville Students Against Climate Change rally at the trustees’ meeting a week from now, ten o’clock Saturday morning. But Luis and Phoebe already accepted an invitation for their U-14 soccer teams to play in a tournament in the college stadium. The teams and families make a big group, and Luis will be the only coach if Phoebe is at the rally. So…can you take her place and assist Luis with this soccer trip? Show the kids the campus. Get into the stadium early and warm up. Your Spanish will be a big help with the parents.” “I have enough to get by. My father still speaks to me in Spanish.” “So you’re a natural for this coaching job. You and Phoebe will have to be partners with Luis in this project.” “I’ll talk to her and Luis today!” cried Stephanie. “Sammy will have to get someone to replace me in the coffee shop for practices with the girls’ team.” She pulled Abby across the table and gave her a hug. “All agreed! And now I’ll try to do you a big favor, and get you out of here. These reporters are probably waiting at both doors. Maybe Sammy has an idea.” As they approached the front door he came out from his spot behind the counter. They looked hopelessly at the crowd outside. “I’d like to help, but what can I do?” he said. “You need a police escort, or a secret passageway.” “Where did you get that idea?” asked Abby, feeling a rush of curiosity. “Oh, for years I’ve wondered where that hole in the cellar goes to… probably nowhere, but sometimes I dream that it’s a passageway like those childhood mysteries I used to read. I loved those books. They always had secret tunnels…” “Sammy! Please, show me this thing, I’ve got to see it!” “No, you’re too daring, you’ll try something stupid.” “Sammy, trust me on this. I know about that tunnel. I’ve been there.” His eyes opened wider. “Well, I’ll be darned. I do believe you’re serious.” He grabbed an old key ring and led Abby through a door to the basement. They passed through a dusty room full of supplies, and descended a second flight of stairs. Sammy grabbed a flashlight. The beam of light exposed a small, slightly raised platform. He dusted it, removed the padlock, and slowly pulled up a heavy rectangle of old wood. The opening was a black hole. The smell rising with a current of air reminded Abby of the last part of her underground journey with Chi Chi. “Close this after me. I have an exit hidden in the churchyard. I’ll send someone back to tell you I’m okay. Just act like you have no idea about anything.” “I’m good at that,” Sammy said with a laugh.  Abby hit the floor of the tunnel with a soft thud. She had a quick and easy walk to the winding, narrow exit under the churchyard vines and brambles. The bright sunlight shocked her as she crawled out and found her way to Tuck’s side door.  He opened and stared at Abby. “You’re a mess,” he said. “Get in here.”  “Can I ask a big favor?” Tuck waited, obviously irritated. “Go to Sammy’s and tell him ‘All’s well’. Then order me a turkey and fried potato squash sandwich. I won’t have a chance to eat for hours. I’ll go down to the meeting room.”  Tuck couldn’t help but laugh, and walked off muttering to himself. Abby sat in the room and considered her coming interview with Sara. What would she be likely to ask? Would she ask for information Abby didn’t want to reveal? Tuck returned, telling Abby about the angry and astonished group of reporters spreading rumors that Abby possessed magical powers. She asked him how to handle the interview, afraid Sara would want details about where Abby had been, and why people were hunting for her. And the mapstick was visible in many of the online pictures of Abby escaping the mob scene on her bike. How could Abby explain that? What about her hiding place with Wendy in the forest? Tuck held up his hand. “If you’re fated to be in the spotlight, the next question should be: How can we turn that into a good thing? Let’s assume Sara will want a video interview with a variety of questions. You’ll have to be spontaneous. And you’ll have to do it alone. And you’ll have to do it in a warmer setting than this bare room. Something more personal, like your cottage. And somehow you’ll have to answer her questions without exposing others. Now… it might make sense for you to talk about spirituality, religion, and related matters.” “You’re a genius,” Abby told him. “I won’t have to talk about other people.” “And it doesn’t take a genius to see that you’d better clean up and arrange your cottage, if you intend to showcase that setting on television and social media, photos in the newspaper… And find some clean clothes.” “Yes! Oh my God. I’m going.”

#Environmentalism #ecofiction #teenagers #live music #protectorsofthewood #green energy #book reading

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Don’t know how much you regret dropping me your LJ link, maybe much more after this. haha but I am glad and thankful I got that link to know what’s happening to you.

Were you at church today? After I got up the bus, on my way home, I realised I never texted you about picking up the things you wanted to pass to me. But ironically, you were on my mind the whole time during sermon. Much fails.

I don't know how long more I can stay alive.They temptation to give up completely is stronger now than it has ever been before.

Please stay alive. Please don’t give up. I really am sorry I am not a friend to you when you needed me to. I am sorry I wasn’t sensitive to your needs and assumed you were fine with all the arrangements I was making. I never thought you were irrational for being upset about me making you feel less important. But like I said so many times, you never were less important to me. 

I was too caught up with trying to find out what went wrong, and I wanted to know because I thought if I knew the issue then I wouldn’t do it to you again, if i knew then I could love you better. Which I feel all is valid still, but I was so caught up with the past, I forgot about serving and loving you in the right now. 

That fateful monday of our crazy texts, I got really upset, I needed to purge something in my life, so i left instagram haha (knowing i’ll be able to get it back), and also knowing I didn’t want to purge you. 

I hope you don’t see this as blackmailing, or if they were the wrong words, I hope it doesn’t cause you pain anyway. I just want to relieve you of whatever pain I’m causing you and honestly I don’t know how to make things better from here but pray that God will work his magic.

 A few days after Monday, Nazera asked me where my instagram went, I told her I was going through a break up hahaha. She got really worried because I told her it was a girl. She paused the conversation and ask me, are you lesbian? LOL. That aside, whenever I shared with Jer and Stella on how I should help you and I move forward and get better, they get defensive for me, but also because they only hear me from my woes and not your side, and that made me sad because then that’s not what I wanted. And what i loved about my convo with Nazera was that she defended you, she spoke for you when I was caught up with my own emotions and she gave me so many explanations I would not have come up with other than you’re going through rough period, and you’re just having it tough.

She related to me about her and her hall friend that she decided not to be friends with anymore. And I saw her crying about it when the whole drama was happening. (But honestly, her other friend was mean ok. She lied to Nazera about her whereabouts and played bitchy moves on Nazera during like hall election period lol, I never lie to you ok, or intentionally bitchy move on you.) But besides that, she was telling me she decided to not be her friend anymore because she knew the other girl can be happier with her other friends, and she felt that she was being needy and maybe her other friend will just be better off without her anyway.

And I broke, because no Anne. : ( you cannot break up with me like that. You only break up with me if I lie to you for stupid things and if I play bitchy moves on you. aiya but then again Aisyah came into our convo again. And we concluded that even though we both love Aisyah, and we don’t know why she left us, but we know she’s happy now. 

And Nazera said this, sometimes we’re just toxic unintentionally. : ( sometimes we’re bad influence to someone we love just by being who we are. And for Aisyah it was really hard when she was the only one working and the rest of us were studying, and her work woes were really really heavy on her. We all understood that, but I guess that was not enough.

And that’s when I decided really to stop pestering you. because maybe just being me is not healthy for you now. But the point of this whole thing is, I want you to be happy. I really do.

And I just want to reassure you that you still hold a very special place in my heart la. You’re always my Anne Usha Mahendran, and there’s only one you. And I dont want you to feel like shit because of me. As in I feel sucky because of what happened, but I am confident that we are bonded in love for eternity, because that is what Jesus is about, and that is what Jesus will keep for us. 

Do you see us going out on coffee dates again? I do. I AM NOT SAYING U R AT FAULT OR U R WEAK AND BROKEN. all I want to say is as tough as things are, you’re a good human and I know it, and u r an overcomer because u r built as one. I wrote this because on Monday I was angry. And I reacted angrily even tho I tried my best to phrase it nicely. But I was still angry and for that I am sorry. Because I didn’t look pass my anger and reply you in a manner that might have drawn us closer, i reacted in a manner that clearly drifted us further. haha

i dont know if you’ll read this. should I drop you the link? haha Anne, you’re important not just to me. But to so many people.

we’re okay. we’re just growing up. I’m just growing up. maybe it’ll be better when I start working? : ) who knows bb who knows (Jesus) : )

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Now Is the Time for Buying Faux Plants

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself over the years of owning the UDH, it’s that I can kill a lot of plants.

And even though I can keep a few alive, like around the sink in the kitchen, buying some faux ones for certain parts of the house is best!

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I’ve realized that some spaces in my house, I just forget to water. I still like green things, though, so I compulsively buy plants, even when I know their potential fate (my trash can is nice and all, just not a spot I hope for plants to end up)…

…and then they die from neglect, and then I buy replacements, vowing to do better this time…

And then I forget again. On and on the cycle goes… until I realized I should just buy some faux plants for the areas that I forget. As long as I can find some realistic-enough-looking ones, I can still have greenery in tough areas that might not otherwise tolerate my watering forgetfulness (or lack of enough natural light… this house can be a little dark sometimes!). Through a little trial and error, I’ve picked up a few tips:

The best places to find them

The best times to find them (since seasonality can play a role on selection)

Ways to make them look more realistic

Since I just had a “Homegoods haul” and found a bunch of new ones to add to the house, I figured now was as good of a time as any to cover some of these in more detail.

Where to find good deals on realistic faux plants

I first started out by buying a few to replace the plant graveyard on the laundry room’s back shelf. The room doesn’t get much natural light from this small, hexagonal window, so the only things that still managed to stay alive during my makeover project this winter were things like aloe and other succulents (the ones I put directly in front of the window and forgot to water, pretty much).

During the holidays, local stores didn’t have much to offer, and as many of you know, finding faux plants that look even a little bit real can be kind of a crap-shoot if you buy online, so finding realistic photos of the product were key. I found that the best “real” photos I could find were from a few Etsy shops, which I’ve now favorited so I can go back for more when I’m decorating future rooms (for instance, two of my bathrooms are windowless, so I’m just going to go with faux in there).

Good Etsy retailers with faux plants: VividPetal, SimplySierraFloral (be sure to check their clearance), dirtcouture, LemonLeafMarket (for finished arrangements), HeavenlyHomesFlowers

Search keywords: faux ___ (plant name), real touch, realistic faux

You can also check my curated Etsy list here: f a u x p l a n t s

I found through online reviews that West Elm had a good faux trailing succulent, so I picked that up for the side shelf (and maybe for bathroom placement when that makeover is completed). I will say, though, not all of their plants are consistent in quality (so be sure to read reviews whenever possible!).

What to look for

In nature, plants tend to have imperfections. So, in order to find a good fake, you need to look for the same perfectly-imperfect elements:

not too perfect — variation in color, size, length (especially when buying faux stems that you’ll later create your own arrangement with)

lack of glossy shine — a great deal of plants do not have waxy leaves, or leaves that are sort of waxy and sort of not, and this one is probably my #1 complaint about stylized photos; a glossy look on plants that you know aren’t naturally that shiny is a dead giveaway that the plant is made of plastic, and this sheen can easily be Photoshopped out of catalogue-type product listings. So, I look for imperfections and have found that “dusty” plants or ones known to have super-waxy leaves (basically, one end of the spectrum or the other) look best. In nature, even the waxy-leaf varieties don’t typically look like they were covered in poly!

plant types — I’ve found that the following plant varieties often look pretty good when faux: fiddle leaf, rubber, boxwood, snake plants, eucalyptus, succulents & cactus (of all kinds – sedum, aloe, etc.), ferns, spider, Dusty Miller, Lamb’s Ear

“real touch”, “nearly natural“, or “UV protected” product descriptions — granted, it’s not always the case, but these descriptions yield more realistic-looking results when I shop online; they tend to be better quality, have better ratings, and are less plastic-smelling, too.

greenery vs. flowers — I find that flowers are harder to look real than bunches of greenery. To each their own, but I’d rather buy an inexpensive flower bouquet and switch those out while having greenery as a staple.

DIY-friendly — sometimes it’s not about the plant that makes it look fake; it’s what it’s sitting in, or how smushed together the leaves are, or other details that can be changed with just a little tweaking (more on that below). Make sure you can bend/twist the stems around or break the item down with a few gentle tugs (don’t dismantle it in the store… I’m just saying look at the base, see what’s attaching it, etc. to know if you can later break it down!)

More Faux Plants I Like

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Best times to buy faux plants (or find the most selection)

Spring (aka, right now), or just as winter is drawing to a close, seems to be the best time for the most selection in retail stores. A lot of what you see in some of these photos came from a recent trip to Homegoods and TJMaxx, though I’ve also found that Target and West Elm are good when things start to go on clearance or have a big sale.

Other projects: DIY Dog Bowl Stand – Counter Bar in Breakfast Nook

What about dried plants/stems?

It’s a personal preference, but I don’t like dried plants or stems as much. I find that they always look a little dead and I prefer realistic faux with more color. I also hate dusting dried plants because they sometimes break apart (and I am not a gentle enough duster, it seems).

DIY for a better faux

I find return trips to be an avoidable hassle. If you find that you’ve ordered something that is too shiny or looks too unrealistic, you can often DIY a fix!

If the item is too shiny — spray a matte sealer on the leaves to tone down the sheen; if you don’t get every single nook and cranny, that’s ok! The lack of consistency in the leaves will actually help to make it look more real.

Rearrange — I tend to look for good deals on an entire sleeve of faux stems (like the box of faux Lamb’s Ear in the pictures above/below). Usually, stems are only stuck in place with the end of the stem in a floral block (or a little hot glue), so they can be yanked out and rearranged with ease! You can also break the original arrangement down completely to individual stems and come up with entirely separate groupings, then toss/donate/repurpose the decorative box they came in. The only reason why I might do this instead of buying a bunch of stems in bulk is because the arranged ones at discount stores (like Homegoods) can sometimes be cheaper than buying 20 stems from a retailer.

Repot — the problem might not be the plant at all, but what it’s sitting in. Young House Love recently found a great faux fiddle leaf fig at Target that looks pretty fake at first, but by repotting and rearranging the individual leaves, it looks believable enough to keep. More often than not, the problem is that the pot is not in proportion to the plant’s size, which makes the whole thing look dinky and emphasizes its flaws.

Put them next to real plants — intermixing faux and real (like I do in my laundry room) makes the fake ones look more like they belong… just be sure not to put the real version and fake version of the same plant next to each other.

Surround them with other natural elements or warm metals — wood, straw, and brass/copper can add the earthiness vibe that real plants put off, so repotting to a planter that has one of these elements will help a fake look more realistic. You can also add dried moss or rock to the potted area to hide any visible floral styrofoam.

Do you have a favorite go-to faux plant that you like? Or any of your own tips to share?

  *P.S. You guys have probably been seeing me post more disclosures of “affiliate links” lately, and the gist is that the FTC has been asking bloggers to make more and more explicit mentions in posts these days. The blog world has changed a LOT in recent years, and the FTC just wants any “material relationship” to be clear, regardless if the post is expressly paid for/in conjunction with a brand or not — anything where I might earn ad money, commission, etc. needs to be disclosed in the post and BEFORE I start linking to stuff I’m recommending (which in the past, bloggers just pretty much just linked to stuff they recommended and usually with a disclosure at the bottom, but the rules have been changing over time). So, I don’t mean for it to be annoying or to repeat myself AT ALL, but I also want to be as much on the up-and-up with doing things “the right way” for everyone involved — especially if there are new guidelines for doing so, and if it’s more specific on where I have to place such language and whatnot! But, as always, I would never recommend something I wasn’t personally interested in recommending, or stuff I’ve purchased myself, or a brand that I really like, etc. I’m not much of a rule-breaker by nature, so whenever you see me saying “hey, there are affiliate links” in a post, this is why! I know not all of you guys know the behind-the-scenes rules with blogs in general or how that world changes day to day, so if you’ve been seeing this on the blogs you love to read, I just thought I’d let you know why you’re seeing it more!

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