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1800-lemonadeg1rl · 13 days

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Craving you

Dark!Wanda Maximoff x reader

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Summary - you take a job working for Maximoff industries without realising your bosses obsession with you before it's too late.

Warnings - stalking, creepy Wanda, dark Wanda, stalker Wanda, begging, masturbation(pls I can't spell it), humping, finical abuse? Finger sucking, gagging, tears, not proofread, lmk if there's anything else I should add!!

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A/n - I've never written anything dark or like this before so even more than usual all feedback is appreciated!!! <333

Wanda Maximoff. Over achieving ruthless ceo with no weakness, we'll that was until you began working for her company. So distracting to her and her cruel attitude with you bright energy and wide smiles, how could she be mean to someone.. someone like you. Your long floral dresses which she noticed always had matching earrings and sweet smelling perfumes which reminded her of the most gorgeous flowers, she made notes to find out the brand of perfume so she could spray it across her house to remind her of you. From the minute you'd walked in on your first day she knew she wanted you, she needed you, she wanted you all to herself but for now she was content letting you continue your job unaware of her lingering gaze on your body as she'd admire every curve and edge while you walked around her office. Unaware of the way your things seemed to go missing and the tiny cameras that began to occupy all angles of your cubicle room.

Your first few weeks she kept a close eye, making sure you were settling into the office and that everyone was being nice to you.. but not too nice of course. She watched through the cttv as you made coffees for the other workers in the break room, what a sweet soul. Wanda took notice of how other coworkers looked at you making sure to move the ones who were getting too bold to another department, its not that she didn't want you to find love it just had to be with the right person, with her. She learnt your interests from eavesdropping and searching your computer after hours.. this wasn't creepy was it? No of course not she brushed off the thought, she just wanted to get to know her employees this was normal. All bosses did that. She since found out your favourite colour; lilac. That you had two pet cats called Marlo and Nixie also that they were your screensaver for your office computer. She also discovered your love for your journal, selfishy she always hoped you'd forget it after work so Wanda could read through every page and discover every little detail about your life.

It only seemed as the weeks went on her obsession seemed to grow. Finding a reason to move your cubicle closer to her office saying there was a leak where your old one was and that you'd be much safer here. The pre mentioned perfume well she found out what it was, gucci flaura. She'd found it whilst rifling through your bag while you were in the bathroom. Your salary wasn't enough to afford perfumes like this so it must of been a gift so she made sure to buy you some in preparation for your next birthday. After this the stalking . More thorough resarch began, she searched up all your social media's, found old jobs, checked extended families Facebook, somehow managed to hack your home Internet after she located your current home, a shared two bed flat in a bad area of town, god when you were her's you'd never have to share such a dingy flat the rest of your life. Back to the Internet she tracked everything you looked up or bought, occasionally deleting searches she didn't approve of. Next she worked on getting into your home's security cameras... just to make sure your safe, this city is dangerous after all.

Wandas little obsession was only growing and was beginning to get a little for lack of better words.. depraved. Shed stay up late at night watching you change in your apartment touching herself to the gorgeous silhouette of your body. She'd spray the perfume you wore around her room before humping her pillow. She followed you around town from a distance capturing pictures of you to add to her collection. Your sweetness only furthered this, the confused pout on your face when you realised your cardigan had gone missing without a trace, deciding to ask Wanda about it you missed her smug smirk instead just accepting the answer she gave you.

"Maybe you didn't bring it in darling. I mean I know how forgetful you are. Your lucky we keep around such a clutz like you." In return you'd nodded your head and left her office feeling like an idiot for even suggesting someone could have taken it.

Wanda was slowly winning you over, atleast that's what she thought until she saw you getting a little too close to a fellow coworker, Marcus. If only you could've felt her glare through the security camera. For a little bit she decided to let it go assuming Marcus was just being creepy with you ans that moving him to another department would do the trick. That only led her to see you were the one initiating the flirting with Marcus. How could you do this to her, Wanda felt her heart shattering as she threw her mug at the office wall in a fit of pure rage. You were hers. Her property. What could you not understand about that?

You'd left her no decision. She'd make you understand your place even if she had to hurt you, her precious.

You were called into Wandas office one day, unaware of her desire for you, you had assumed nothing of it hoping perhaps got a pay rise. I mean you'd been working tooth and nail recently maybe she was going to prove your work hadn't gone unnoticed. You quietly knocked on her office door and she immediately recognised the way you knocked. How couldn't she? She loved you after all.

"Y/n come sit." She tells you after letting you in. As you enter you pick up on the tension in the air, the dark edge to her voice as she spoke to you. This wasn't going to be good but you couldn't think of what you'd done. You sat back nervously in the chair infront of her desk, fearing what to come. Wanda gazed at you quietly, how cute you looked when scared. The way your eyes widened and you bit your gum, adorable. Maybe she should have done this long ago.

"I'm sure you know why your here-." She starts.

"No.. I don-.."

"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking." Wanda snaps as she hears your voice making you go quiet and shrink further into your chair wishing you could dissappear.

"Now as I was saying I'm sure you know why your here. For your inappropriate harassment of Marcus." Your jaw dropped at this news, there had to be some confusion you'd never harass anyone. You were about to speak opening your mouth to do so when she held up a hand to shush you. "We have witness statements from other colleagues to back up this statement. Marcus came to us three weeks ago saying you were making unwanted advances on him, so we moved him to another department." She pauses staring at you, judging you at least that's what you saw. You felt like the world was crumbling around you. You'd never do this to anyone this had to be a mix up. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and Wanda had to hold back a malicious grin, she had you just where she wanted you. "Today he handed in a letter of resignation stating you were becoming unbearable and beginning to scare him." Oh it was laughable the look on your face. Of course Marcus had never really resigned, Wanda had fed him the exact same story and fired him. "So that comes to you y/n. We can't have people scaring off and harassing other employees here." She can barely hold the excitement back anymore.

"So what? I'm fired?" You whispered in response, terrified for the answer you knew was coming. You hadn't done anything wrong but it was clear Wanda had made up her mind about you.

"Exactly."

She looked at you like a predator stalking it's prey.

"But.. but I needed this job.."

"You'll find another." Her voice was stern, unchanging no matter what you said.

"Please.." You managed to muster the singular word out and you swear your saw her face contort into a sick grin.

"Say it again darling."

"Please." There it was an unsettling sickening smile that made you want to squirm back in your chair.

"Hmm.. well when you beg like that." She pauses thinking for a second. "On your knees." She commands in a voice foreign to the one she usually spoke with you in.

You looked up to her hesitant thinking this could be here twisted idea of a joke but the look in her eyes made it clear she wasn't. Slowly you step off the chair and kneel down on the floor. She walks round the table placing your head against her thigh, tilting your head up to make eye contact with her and beginning to wave her hand through your hair. "Beg again. Like you mean it."

You were horrified at this idea and you knew it was wrong but you couldn't help but feel like some of this was right, the soothing feeling you felt with her hand knotted in your hair. "Please Wan-.." A harsh slap was placed against your face as you called her by her first name. Correcting yourself you began again. "Please Mrs Maximoff.." Her touch was soft again now, the hand that just hit you now gently caressing your cheek and wiping tears from it. "..please give me my job back. I really need it to pay my bills and to make ends meet. I need this job, it's the only place I've ever worked that pays me enough to survive. And I know you don't believe me but I never did those things to Marcus.. I dont know why he said that." More tears fall and you open your mouth to continue but she places her slender finger to your lips before you can speak.

"Hmmm.. your very convincing sweetheart." Her finger presses against your mouth demanding access and when you don't allow it another slap hits you forcing your mouth to open allowing her fingers inside. "Sorry about that darling I don't mean to be rough.. you see you've just made me very angry today. Suck." She commands you again and this time you listen not wanting to experience more stinging in your cheek. Slowly and a little reluctantly you suckle on her two fingers. Running your tongue along them. "Good girl." Her other hand massages your hair.

"Now it just wouldn't be appropriate to give you your old job back.. but I can think of a better one. You can work for me or should I say under me." A low laugh escapes her mouth as she looks down at your head lay against her thigh. "You could be my personal assistant. Help me out. Please me. Serve me. Now what do you think of that dorogoy?" Before letting you speak she forces her hand down your throat causing you to gag. She then removes them and licks your drool off them.

"Uhm.." It doesn't take you long to think of an answer. You needed a job and Wanda was being kind enough to offer you one again. "Yes please Mrs. Maximoff."

"That was the correct choice dear." Her finger strokes your jaw line. "You've no idea how long I've been waiting to see you like this. All mine." You want to flinch at her words but all you feel is a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

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whatawaitsus · 6 months

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It's your final year at Killian Argent's School for the Supernatural; a prestigious boarding school for supernatural beings. In theory this doesn't mean much. Your future has been set since you were a child: graduate from a prestigious boarding school, get into an equally prestigious college that your parents will pay for, and then get a prestigious well-paying job with your father's connections. It is what is, you're past the point of complaining at this point in your life.

Despite being one of the most expensive schools in the nation, nothing particularly interesting has happened at the school in the nine years you've been here— aside from the occasional accidental possession caused by a ghost or the common room getting flooded after a nixie gets too frustrated over their homework.

That is until students start to go missing.

Oh, and you start having prophetic dreams of your missing brother. But, that's probably better to unpack later, in all honesty.

What Awaits Us is upcoming choicescript interactive fiction project. The game is rated 16+ for violence, manipulation, kidnapping, strong language, drug use, religious imagery and trauma and optional suggestive content.

Choose what kind of witch you are; customize your gender, pronouns, sexuality, physical appearance, personality, magic class, uniform style, dorm decor, familiar, and more.

Balance trying to solve the disappearances of your peers and your performance as a student.

Establish your relationships with your parents and older brother by playing through flashbacks.

Deicide on your class schedule and extracurricular activity that will have the ability to affect your stats.

Choose one out of five romantic options; a moody kitsune, an expressive siren, a bubbly godling, or a quiet godling, or an apathetic arachne.

Solve the mystery of the missing kids and potentially get a lead on your runaway brother.

Unwillingly gain a weird almost mentor figure in the form of one of your teachers.

Rei Nakamura [they/them, kitsune]: C's roommate. Rei has been at this school as long as you, though your interactions are next to none. You always spot their name at the top of all the classes you share. They generally keep to themselves, only interacting with C and the kids they tutor. When they do talk it's usually an insult or a refusal to do something. It's not a surprise that they're generally disliked by most of the school. How they happened to befriend an outgoing siren is beyond you.

Cleo/Cyrus Valtameri [gender selectable, siren]: Rei's roommate. C is.. a lot. They transferred during your ninth term; originally from Drialia, which is clear from their accent. They joined the theater club nearly as soon as they were enrolled and have landed nearly every lead since then. The two of you don't interact much, but when you do happen to cross paths they're always animatedly nice to you; they're like that to everyone except Rei, really. You almost swear you've seen the two of them point at you and laugh.

Lydia Taylor* [she/her, godling]: Lukas's twin sister. You've been partnered up with Lydia a few times for projects and she's always a diligent student. She's in the boxing club, which is honestly kind of intimidating, especially after what happened between her and Stephan Kim in your sixth term. But, she's always been plenty nice to you too, not fake nice like you've realized most of your classmates are. She and her brother are never apart from eachother, either.

Lukas Taylor [he/him, godling]: Lydia's twin brother. Lukas Taylor has been going through an 'emo phase' about as long as you've known him. You vaguely remember the mop of strawberry blond hair that was on his head when he first came here, though you have a suspicion he bribed a mage to wipe it from the yearbooks. Lukas is quiet; the polar opposite of his sister. You don't think he's in any clubs, though he is always carrying around a weathered sketchbook.

Nico/Nadia Ruiz-Estrada [gender selectable, arachne]: Your roommate. N and you have shared a dorm for the past five years, and they're possibly your best friend. Despite constantly skipping all of their classes, barring the ones the two of you share, their grades remain high. Even after knowing them for six years you still don't know if they care about anything besides displeasing their older sister. They started a band in your ninth year; Bite The Bullet. Half of the kids in your term are convinced they were formerly in prison, something that makes N laugh hysterically whenever you bring it up.

Polyamorous routes available with Rei & Cleo/Cyrus and Lukas & Nico/Nadia.

*Lydia is only romancable by female and nonbinary MC's.*

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an-idyllic-novelist · 5 months

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Alastor with gender-neutral!reader Christmas scenario

warnings: established relationship, mentions of violence, ooc and fluff.

Inspiration came from @lbcreations-blog's holiday fic. The link will be here. Special thanks to @vikkirosko for giving me feedback on this segment before I posted it. Merry Christmas one and all! :)

Alastor could recall very little memories of the Christmases he had spent as a mortal. Time was a funny thing; it blurred, made your brain all fuzzy until all you can ever really remember are the people you had once loved. In the Radio Demon’s case, the honor of a preserved memory belonged to his mother. Recently though, someone else had been occupying his mind and creating new memories in Hell. You. His significant other.

To celebrate the coming of the winter solstice and to bring some festive cheer to the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie thought it would be a wonderful idea to throw a little party in one of the ballrooms. Some decorations, good food and liquor, gifts. An ideal Christmas get-together, so to speak. You helped Vagatha with getting the supplies needed, and he just watched all of this chaos happen, occasionally helping when the princess absolutely insisted that he become involved.

What caused the pleasant Christmas jazz music around him to a screeching halt was the sight of a plant hanging over the archway leading to the main lobby coming from the elevators. And you were right underneath it, carrying a box of ornaments in your hands. Alastor definitely did not hang this up here, which only left two possible culprits: Charlie, or Angel Dust. Husk was busy minding the bar. Niffty is still in the kitchen preparing the food, and she knew much he despised being touched by anyone.

Especially you. He told you as much in the early beginnings of your relationship, including how he would prefer to not engage in physical intimacy beyond hand holding because he did not like it. You always gave him a wide berth, respecting his personal space and being content with how things were, though sometimes…he knew you wanted just a little more. You just would not say it because you already knew he would refuse.

In regards to this….scenario, everyone’s eyes were on him and you. Half-expecting him to give in and just give you a kiss on the cheek, or for you to take initiative and do the deed and be placed on his dinner menu. Neither of which actually happened. Alastor was fully ready to step away and forget about the entire thing until you smiled sheepishly, bowing to him and extending your hand to him.

“Care to dance?”

He felt the tension evaporate from his shoulders, replaced with a chipper tune and a round of applause from the audience. “Why, I’d be delighted, my dear!” Carefully lowering his gloved palm on top of yours, he pulled you to his body and swung you around to the trumpets of his shadows. His grin stretched as he watched you quickly catch onto the rhythm, laughing as he dipped you towards the ground, then back up and did a twirl. You spun around, breaking away from him and bowing to him with that lovely smile of yours.

Oh, how lucky he is to have you, indeed~!

Though if anyone were to try and kiss you under the mistletoe, he will remind them why he is in Hell.

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apotatomashedbybts · 2 years

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Kissing In The Moonlight

➛Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × f!reader

➛Genre: angst; smut; fluff

➛Trope/au: Friends to potential lovers; one night stand

➛Word Count: 5.1k+

➛Trigger warnings:

➥general warning: alcohol consumption, anxiety, longing, mentions of drinking as a coping mechanism, lots of tears, yn is obsessed with JK, Jungkook is a tease

➥smut warning: semi-drunk consensual sex, lots of kissing, hickey, breast play, clit rubbing, fingering, oral (f!receiving), penetration, big dick!JK, missionary position, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (remember, with great power comes great responsibility), creampie, aftercare

➛Rating: 18+

➛Banner: made by apotatomashedbybts

➛Cross post: ao3 | Wattpad

➛Beta-reader: the absolute sweetheart Nixie @highly-functioning-mitochondria 💜💜💜

➛Disclaimer: This story was originally posted 3 years ago on July 17. This is a revamped version of the existing one.

➛Tagging: the person without whom this fic wouldn't exist in the first place, my absolutely wonderful sis Jinny @euphorianyx , and my awesome friends who cheered me on and supported me while I doubted myself - Freya @sugarwithtea , Jiya @btsstan12 and Sana @sweetieguk

And a part of my heart, my precious Hani @kuuipobangtan ! Welcome back! (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠��⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

➛Author's note: This was my first ever smut that I wrote all those years ago. I wasn't quite satisfied with it but I didn't have that much skills either. But I hope this time I sucked less and did it some justice! I hope you enjoy this little piece on Koo's birthday (Happy Birthday, baby).

Please leave likes, reblogs (it helps a lot with the fic reaching more people) and give me feedback (this motivates me to write a lot and makes me a happy potato)

Summary: He was everything you ever wanted. He was everything you lost. But as luck would have it you meet again and all you have is one night with him... or may be forever.

The booming rhythmic sound of the party music echoing throughout this specially rented part of the club wasn't helping at all. To top it off, it was your favourite song that was playing at the moment which had always managed to make your feet make love to the floor.

But today wasn't one of those days; tonight your feet refused to move even an inch. You were too anxious to even breath.

When you got the invitation to this extravagant bachelorette party that your not-so-friendly friend threw, you were only a second away from turning it down. You were never close enough to her to get invited to her parties. It was pretty obvious that she did this to rub the fact on your face that you were going to die single, alone and pining. So to decline it was your best option until it wasn't. Life had always liked to throw lemons at you and you had always been successful in catching and tasting them - yes, life was sour.

Your best friend, Alyssa, was going to move to Bolivia permanently after the results of the final year were out. And hence, she wanted to enjoy the remaining of her days in Seoul as much as she could. So she begged you repeatedly until you gave in and agreed to attend.

But as soon as you arrived, she abandoned you gladly with a not-so-apologetic smile and an indicative smirk when a seemingly handsome guy approached her.

Now, left alone in the midst of strangers, you slowly fiddled with the half full glass of margarita in your hand while waiting for Lys to return. With small sighs you took even smaller sips and looked over at the group of friends doing a shots challenge. You wanted to take shots too but restrained yourself because you wanted to avoid getting drunk so that you could leave as soon as Lys returned and reach home safely.

You saw Lys emerge from the crowd just after half an hour, making her way towards you. You let out a relieved sigh and taunted, "Seems like his magic wore out quickly."

"Shush! That smile will be gone once I tell you what I just saw!" Her tensed demeanor caught your eyes now so you threw her a concerned and curious look to which she immediately replied, "Jungkook is here!"

Your steps faltered but before you could grab Lys and decide what to do that guy from before came and started dragging Lys away. You didn't want to hold her back because of your shortcomings so when she looked at you with concern you somehow mumbled, "I'll be okay. Don't worry. I'll just be outside somewhere. Call me when you are done."

Lys knew you. She knew you were lying about being okay. So she hastily told you, "I'll be back in five minutes, alright? Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back and we'll go home together."

After Lys was gone you turned around and finished the glass in one gulp. Lys was right. You weren't okay. Hearing the name after so long made your body go weak and a wrecking anxiousness took over you. You didn't know where to look at as your heart began thumping at a mad speed. You kept your palms on your eyes and were surprised to feel the wetness on them. "Why am I crying? I need to calm down and get the fuck out of here before I come across him."

As you kept your head down in a futile attempt to calm yourself, all the memories started to swarm in along with the name.

Jeon Jungkook... The name itself sent shivers down your spine. How many years had it been? Exactly three years six months and twelve days. Weird, wasn't it? How you kept track of time even though you wanted to forget it all. How you remembered all about the boy who instantly became the high school sweetheart as soon as he set his foot there, how you instantly fell for him too, how he became your biggest crush, your hidden desire, your guilty pleasure; unforgettable memories that you had always desperately tried to forget.

Because it was him, his eyes, his smile, his everything that had stopped you from moving on. Those starry eyes and broad smile that had kept you wide awake for countless nights during that time still haunted you.

You knew that he was never going to be yours. You always saw him as a person who was way out of your league. So what if he used to smile often at you, so what if he had once said you looked beautiful in that prom dress.

So what... if you shared a dance with him at that prom for the longest yet shortest minute before switching partners - those were just his kindness, that only made the hole inside your heart deeper. And him? Out of your reach. So out of your reach that even after his lingering eyes on you during the dance tormented you, and you could still feel the warmth of his body after he left, you couldn't ask him for another dance that night.

Confessing to him was like a far fetched dream - you feared of things getting awkward between you two. No matter how much you were obsessed with him, you couldn't read him. You were afraid of losing the only privilege that you got from him - his smile. So you had decided to keep it shut along with your feelings.

And you were fine with what you had until he abruptly transferred in the middle of the third year of high school.

The disappearance had left you with a scar that made you hollow from inside. The unbearable crush that he left within you for him ate you slowly and you had regretted loving him the way you did every second ever since.

The tireless attempts to erase the ocean of feelings that you had hold for him for the past three years had just went in vain. The blind dates that never worked out, the one too many one night stands just made you more miserable as your soul wanted only him.

You often wondered if you could read him even a little bit, would you have been able to make the slightest place for yourself in his heart.

You sighed, "Jungkook is here... My Jungkook.." You shook your head as the last part slipped in your thoughts.

"I can't do this. I can't let myself meet him tonight, in no way. I can't fall in love once again.. I can't...!" You tried to calm yourself down while wiping away the droplets formed at the corner of your eyes and impatiently waited for Lys to return.

With a small scoff you asked your inner self, "Fall in love once again? What are you talking about? Have you ever even fallen out of love?" No, of course not.

"Y/n?"

You were blankly staring at your empty glass when a very familiar voice called you. You snapped out of your thoughts and cursed under your breath, "Fuck! This can't be happening.."

You were chewing over how you should react while fighting your terribly thumping heart when the voice called out again, "Hey! I know you are Y/n! I'll be so hurt if you say that you don't remember me! I am Jungkook! Remember?"

You took an eternity to turn around and smiled at him in a constipated way. Your mind was a blur because you wanted it to be and thought that it was dream - a cruel yet beautiful dream. He was smiling at you, the same smile that was engraved in your memory so deeply and you were screwed, that wasn't a surprise anymore, but yes, your emotions were fucked up once again.

"Hey! Long time Jungkook! How have you been?" You digged out the words from your mouth and signalled the bartender for a shot as you felt your throat go dry.

"One for the gentleman too, please!" You said before pouring down the shot down your throat at once.

"Woah woah woah! Slow down y/n. You will burn your throat!" Jungkook looked at you alarmed.

You slightly shook your head in denial and murmured, "It's to calm me down."

Jungkook didn't know what to reply to that so he gulped down the shot offered to him and went quite. A few minutes passed, and a couple other shots were imbibed and none of you spoke a word; the only interaction being the awkward smiles you displayed at each other occasionally.

The silence seemed to make Jungkook a little uncomfortable and he said, trying to sound as much as casual as he could, "It's suffocating in here, isn't it? Wanna go outside for some fresh air?"

You instantly agreed and smiled at him, more naturally this time.

The cool breeze outside swam around you two and you felt your nerves untangle from its previous knotted state little by little.

The road was deserted and the light of the full moon shone over the surrounding area around you two making it surrealistic. You could hear the clear fast rhythm that your heart was playing.

May be it was the alcohol running in your system or the overwhelming emotions that took over you after having him so near you after so long that you couldn't help but stare at him. Somehow he managed to look more beautiful than you remembered.

The liquid perhaps made him feel warmer from inside as it did to you and he took off his jacket and wrapped the hands of it around his neck. You continued to look at him, rather shamelessly, and even when he looked at you questioningly and locked the stare, you didn't flinch for once.

His face was adorned with piercings that suited him perfectly even though you had never imagined him in one. His right arm was covered in colored tattoos which started on his fingers and disappeared somewhere inside his t-shirt sleeves. This Jungkook, in some way, poured new feelings on your existing ones. You thought he was hot. So hot that made your core burn. So hot that made you a little bit braver and you held his hand - a perfect fit. And you pulled him in for a kiss.

The alley by the road was dark and damp but that didn't stop you from running hands on all over each others body and kissing greedily. After a few minutes, Jungkook gasped for breath and whispered breathlessly, "Wanna get somewhere more comfortable?"

Closing the door of the motel room Jungkook turned you around and pinned you against the door frame. Your lips met again and you drowned yourself in his taste. His initial taste of the tequila gradually wore away leaving a natural sweetness.

You moved your hands hastily and took off his shirt and paused before slowly moving your fingers over the smooth skin of his firm chest, eyes arrested on the same.

With a sweet smirk he held your hand and turned you around so that your back was facing him. You let out a gasp as he pressed himself against you and you could feel his hard-on just above your waist line.

He let out a low whisper against your ear, "Can't wait to touch me, huh?" and unzipped your black cocktail dress, letting it slip off of your body.

You faced him and asked while looking into his eyes and grazing your lips on his, "Can you?," before putting your hands around his neck and shoving your tongue inside his mouth, not letting him reply.

He grabbed onto your thighs and picked you up with no effort and as you wrapped your legs around his torso he kissed you until you both reached the bed by the big window and laid you down gently on it.

The dimmed red lights of the room and the moonlight seeping in through the window created an almost fantastical residence of colours - an illusory heaven.

Both of you stopped for a moment; Jungkook's body hovered over you as he took his time to take in the beauty in front of him, that is you. The moonlight made his features accentuate in a different way which made him unfathomable and bewitching and you heavily doubted whether it was a dream or reality.

He softly placed his right palm on your chest, right above your heart and looked into your eyes, pausing for merely a couple seconds as if feeling your racing beats. You watched him and did the same. His touch suddenly felt so real, he felt so real that a lump formed in your throat. He was no longer a figment of your imagination or longing. He was here.

His fingers traced lightly over the outline of your strapless bra and stopped over the front lace strings. He undid it without any struggle and tossed it on the floor. His cold rough hands felt so real against your breast skins as he cupped them that you got goosebumps all over and tears trickled down your eyes loosening the lump in your throat.

He panicked. His eyes showed concern. And he asked, "Am I hurting you? We can stop here if you want to."

You could see the concern that you wanted to see in his eyes for you all those years ago. And tonight those concerned eyes are all for you. You felt your heart swell and you smiled while pulling him in for a passionate kiss, "You are not."

When he broke the kiss both of you were breathless and your lips were swollen. You let out a pouty whine when his lips broke contact to which he chuckled and with a quick smooch on your needy lips he took off the lip ring. Keeping it on the bedside table he started leaving a trail of kisses along your jawline and neck.

Pushing away your unruly hair to a side he began sucking on a particular spot on your neck and you immersed into that faint pain. You were quite sure that it was going to leave pretty deep mark and you wanted it more as the picture of it played in your mind.

He moved slowly downwards, pressing soft kisses on the skin of your collarbone, on the skin below it, on your soft breast; he stopped just before the right areola and looked above at you. Your nipples itched for attention. Finding the frown on your forehead that he was looking for he smirked and his tongue circled around your areola. He sucked on your right nipple, occasionally swirling his tongue around it and then going back to sucking on it, all while kneading your left boob and taking your left nipple between his index finger and thumb and rolling them, pinching them, tugging them softly. Your body shivered at the pulls and you couldn't help but shove your breast more towards his mouth.

Not wanting to leave your left breast unattended, he switched and placed chaste kisses on it before taking the nipple inside his pretty mouth. He was so engrossed in your boobs that he didn't realise when he had started to grind his cock to your clothed pussy.

You let out soft whimpers while grinding back to his hard cock, wanting the maximum friction to satisfy your throbbing core.

Your whimpers got his attention and he slowed his movements to tease you. You wanted to complain and but you didn't want to at the same time. You loved the anticipation as well the attention you were getting.

Jungkook's hands loosely tugged at the seam of your matching panty and he began to pull it to get you completely naked. While doing so he pressed his pointed tongue inside your belly button. It felt like something pressed your nerve endings and your clit ached. You pressed your thighs together to get some contentment.

Throwing the panty on the floor he grabbed your thighs and spread them apart. The cold dry air hitting your exposed opening made you quiver.

His hands loosely caressed your thighs before moving towards your inner thighs and his saliva drew a slick line from your groin ending just above your clit.

He touched your dripping core with his long cold fingers and spread the wetness to your clit. The touch sent shivers down your spine and he chuckled, "So wet for me, just how I like it."

He looked at you and you bit your lips looking at him bashfully. You have imagined yourself like this countless times - naked, Jungkook's eyes resting greedily on your bare body. But now that it was happening for real, you couldn't stop the heat burning up your face.

Seeing you like that his chuckle vanished and eyes grew something dark in them. He moved towards you and smashed his lips with yours.

One of your hand grabbed onto the back of his hair and one held onto his shoulder. He started rubbing small circles on your clitoris which gained speed and pressure with each passing second. You clutched on him as small yet strong waves of pleasure hit you. Your mind felt foggy because of his tongue working it's way inside your mouth and his fingers on your pearl.

You weren't ready for the sudden insertion of his long fingers inside you. He entered two digits inside your folds and pumped in and out at a regular and fast pace.

The heat in your core was torturing. Wanting more friction you started grinding against his fingers; you needed them to go deeper, to fill you up.

Sensing your need he fastened his fingering and you rubbed your clit to give yourself the maximum pleasure.

You failed to hold it in anymore. Your gut tightened and you spilled all over his hand as your body shook in brief tremors.

"The night is still young, love." He gave you a smirk and licked your juice off of his hand while staring deep into your eyes before diving in between your thighs. As you laid down there, blissed out, a weak smile was all you could muster.

The warmth of his tongue against your swollen clit felt like a balm. He circled around your clit with his tongue long and slow. You felt a build up inside you. He moved his tongue and lapped at your dripping slit.

You arched your back at the warmth of his tongue as he slid it in and out of your vagina. You clutched his hair lightly in one hand and the bedsheet in the other.

The building pleasure was so intense that you felt like your nerves were on fire. You were desperate for having him and feeling him inside you so you breathed out staggeringly, "Jungkook, please.."

He moved his head upwards and asked cheekily, "Please what, love?"

"Please Jungkook, I need you inside me!" You pleaded in a raspy voice.

"Fuck! If you say it like that I might have to keep you all to myself." He inhaled sharply and let out a slow sigh.

"Who said I'm not yours already?" You tilted your head and sat up to cup his cheek. You looked into his eyes while caressing his cheek with your thumb gently. Oh, how you wished this wasn't the first time of you doing this. Oh, how you wished this wasn't the last time.

For a moment, time seemed to stop between you two as you sat so close to each other lost in each other's presence that you forgot why you two were there. Or may be it was because you both remembered why you were there that you paused in each other's embrace like this. And for the first time in that night, you caught a glint in his eyes that you have never seen before.

Involuntarily your thumb moved towards that small drop dancing at the tip of the corner of his eye but instead of letting you do so Jungkook leaned his face onto your palm and kissed it.

He leaned towards you and snaking his right hand behind your head, inside your hair, he laid you down and kissed you. You shifted under his weight and holding onto his back softly you kissed him back. He tasted unusually different this time and you assumed that it was how you tasted that night.

Breaking from the kiss he swiftly took off his ripped denim pants and went to kiss you again. While still kissing you he adjusted himself against your opening. He looked at you and you understood what he meant and you gave him a mild nod.

He slowly pushed his hard cock inside you, giving you time to adjust to his cock. It didn't matter how considerately slow he entered as you gasped nonetheless. Your mouth stayed agape at how big his cock was and how it was stretching you out.

When he filled you in completely he dropped a kiss on your forehead and started moving slowly. Slowly and steadily he increased his pace. Low grunts left his mouth - his self taken over by the warmth of you that he was feeling his cock engulfed by.

As his thrusts increased, Jungkook's name fell from your lips like prayer – a prayer in every sense of all your sleepless nights yearning for him, a prayer for every dream you saw him in, a prayer that was being answered for one night.

Your breath staggered as he probed deep into you, hitting the very spot you wanted him to.

He held your hands above your head with his right hand and gripped your thigh with his left hand, trying to keep you steady. His hips moved fast and your moans drove him crazy. He loved it how you were a mess and writhing under him in pleasure.

With hazy vision you took him in and tried to memorise the expression that he was making. Your name in soft growls left his parted lips and his frown looked so nubile as he pounded you and sweat droplets wetted his dishevelled bangs. You wondered would you be able to keep him from haunting you after this?

Your honey-laced moans and the sound of your moonlit bodies colliding echoed through the walls of the room as the moon moved down gradually. You lost track of the number of times you had came on his cock already.

"I'm gonna cum, y/n," He hissed letting out a shaky breath and moved to pull out his cock.

You shook your head mildly and whispered near his ear after wrapping your legs around his waist tightly to pull him closer, refusing to let go, "I want you to cum inside me."

"B-but," for the first time that night Jungkook seemed unsure of something.

You smiled at him faintly and reassured him, "It's okay. I am on the pill."

He looked deep into your eyes as if trying to find the last drop of assurance. He gave you a soft smile, just like the ones he used to give you at the school hallways while passing by and your heart clenched in a very familiar pain.

You didn't want to see that smile now so you pulled him in for a kiss and Jungkook gladly obliged.

Pulling out his cock he pushed it in in one go and you let out a low gasp in his kiss gaining a small chuckle from him.

Jungkook's body tensed and he thrusted into you in frantic motions as he felt your walls clenching around his cock. You felt small shockwaves running through your body as your back arched and your eyes rolled back. He inhaled sharply and with a final thrust he let go of himself and came, emptying himself inside you.

Placing a sloppy kiss on your lips Jungkook hugged you, while laying on top of you. His heaving body became one with yours as you rested one of your hands on his back and stroked the back of his hair with another, gently, while relishing yourself in the warmth that you were feeling inside yourself.

A minute or two passed just like that. You let out discontent moan when Jungkook moved to get up. Seeing you like that he kissed your cheek with smile and said, "I'll back in a second."

Well, he took a minute. But he was back, with a wet towel and a mug full of water. You smiled confusedly and raised an eyebrow at him while supporting yourself up on your elbows.

Without saying anything he just gave you a light shrug and sat near your legs. With gentle hands he started wiping your vagina and inner thighs, making them void of his semen.

The coldness of the damp towel felt comforting. You closed your eyes as you felt restfulness washing over you.

•••

The sunlight pouring through the window made you wince and you rolled over to the shadowed area of the bed. Rubbing your eyes you sat up and scratched your messy hair, still sleepy.

Your sleepy brain played the last thing that happened last night inside your head and it was Jungkook spooning you while you two fell into a comfortable sleep.

Suddenly you were wide awake and every moment flashed before your eyes chronologically. You gasped keeping your hand over your mouth and asked yourself, "It really happened, didn't it? It wasn't a dream!"

Your fingers lingered lightly on your lips and neck and you smiled shyly remembering his touch. His smile, his eyes, his moonlight sipped body appeared in your mind. You instinctively looked over at your side and that's when you realised that he wasn't there.

You called by his name several times but there was no reply. The worst possible thoughts began clouding your mind. You covered your face with your palms and droplets of tears started to fall from your eyes relentlessly. A piercing pain went back and forth in your heart which got more painful with each drop of tear that fell.

You looked out at the window while desperately trying to stop yourself from crying while hitting your chest with your fist. You scoffed, "He called me 'love'... How foolish of me to think that he even meant it once!"

All of it, all the memories from last night felt like a dream again, a sweet yet brutal dream to you. You thought, "I got too ahead of myself and let him get into my life again... How could I let myself fall for it!? Of course he wouldn't stay! Why would he? I am just another one night stand for him. He would never look at me like I want him to," you tried to laugh it off but it only made you tear up more.

Wiping the tears you stood up from the bed to get ready to return to your apartment but you flinched a little when you felt a pain between your thighs and you realised that you were still sore.

You scoffed again and murmured, "You never fail to make a lasting impression, do you Jeon Jungkook?"

You were struggling with the back-zip while wearing your dress when the sudden clicking of the door made your head snap towards it and you gasped quite loudly when you saw Jungkook entering through it.

"I'll be damned." You mumbled under your breath and blurted out, "You?"

Jungkook looked pretty confused as he answered while closing the door behind him, "Yes, me.. Were you expecting someone else?"

From his expression you could tell that you blurted out in wrong way, so you quickly fixed it, "No, no.. I mean where did you go? I- I thought..." you stopped midway as the thought of it made your tears well up.

He swiftly moved towards you and held your hands in his and said, "What? You thought I left, didn't you?"

You nodded your head ever so lightly while looking down and choked back on your tears.

He turned you around and slowly zipped your dress. You looked up and he looked into your eyes through the mirror you were standing in front of and apologised, "I am sorry.. you looked so peaceful while sleeping that I didn't want to wake you up. I went to buy breakfast because I know you will have trouble moving after what I did last night." He chuckled with a naughtiness prevalent in his eyes.

You couldn't help but break into a smile as your cheeks heat up. Jungkook noticed you trying to control your bashful grin but before he could tease you any further you hit his arm and said, "I am starving!"

While making space on the table he said, "I brought some hangover pills by the way. I couldn't find any hangover soup places nearby."

"It's okay. Those one or two shots don't really matter when you are habituated with more." You blinked a few times in a row.

"Are you?" He asked.

"A little bit, I guess..." You replied and tried to blink away the tears that emerged from the memories of those nights when you drank yourself to sleep in your tiny apartment when his memories got too much to bear.

You asked in a shaky voice that you couldn't hide, "And you?"

"Same for me." He gave you a quick smile and sat on the chair opposite to you across the small table.

He looked at you fondly as you unpacked the food. Feeling his gaze on you, you looked at him questioningly.

"Let me take you to dinner tonight.. only two of us!" He exclaimed holding the gaze.

Your mind felt light. It was too much of a story-like situation and it didn't feel like a real life to you at all – you going to that party you weren't willing to go, Jungkook suddenly being there after disappearing for three whole years, him approaching you, him staying after giving you the dreamiest night of your life and now this!

You gulped at the possibility and asked, "A date?"

He nodded, "Yes, a date!"

The inner you froze. You wanted to pinch yourself to give yourself a sense of reality but you didn't want to seem too smitten.

Jungkook was still staring at you for an answer. Seeing you pondering over the answer, he hesitantly asked, "What do you say?"

And for the first time in your life you felt like you could read him through his earnest eyes.

Leaving him hanging after that would be a crime. So you broke out from your stupor and smiled at him, keeping up with his starry gaze, "There is no way in hell I can say no to that."

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shiny-jr · 1 year

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hi! i was looking at your twst mythical creatures au(?) and i'm really thinking abt nøkken/ningyo octavinelle atm

– Warning: Slightly yandere? Not really though. Gender-neutral reader. Mention of a lot of death though.

– Character: Azul Ashengrotto.

– Note: I actually preferred the Nixie/Näcken for Azul, since I plan for each dorm to be loosely based off mythical creatures and stories from the region where they might be located. Again though, did not think I would actually write anything for this au, but I just got an idea when I saw this so I had to. Also, not everyone in the dorm will be the same. There may be some similarities, like in the larger dorms like Heartslabyul with Ace + Cater being the same and Trey + Deuce being the same creature, or in the case of brothers like Jade + Floyd or Idia + Ortho. Anyways, continuing.

All the locals knew that these creeks and rivers and lakes all led back to one source, the ocean. It wasn't too far away, if you just followed the direction in which the river flowed, you would get there. However, no one ventured out into the wilderness as often as they used to. Rumors spoke of an increase in beasts in the area, especially in the waters, inhuman creatures that would prey upon any helpless victim that neared.

Sometimes, especially those close to the deep unknowns of the ocean, bodies were discovered, torn and ripped apart like a half-eaten meal from whatever fearsome beasts lay out there. Most of the time, only severed appendages were discovered when washed up on shore, like a leg or an arm. Perhaps that's why many fisherman moved from the sea to the rivers, but it wasn't as if that stopped the casualties from rising. Yet to those poor men and women that depended on fishing for their way of living, the rivers were preferable. At least if they died there, it might be peaceful. When a corpse was discovered in the rivers of the woods, they were usually fully intact and they had a smile on their face and closed eyes as their bodies floated down the river, as if they experienced a peaceful sleeping death. It brought a strange sort of comfort to the fishermen, because if they died in these woods, at least it wouldn't be torture. The only odd thing about the bodies discovered in the rivers, were that valuables such as jewelry, coins, and other sparkling treasures were usually taken.

Personally, you weren't too keen on even going near the beaches due to the reports and stories. However, the woods was another thing. In the woods, there was plenty of land, it wasn't entirely water, so you felt a bit safer there. But you weren't foolish enough to willingly go towards the river, especially by yourself. So you merely kept away from any water source bigger than a puddle whenever you would go forage for berries and wild garlic.

The grass was wet with fresh dew, patches of trees and barren dirt ground were coated with a soft layer of moss. It smelt of pine and rain, the gray clouds a good distance away over the hills and mountains signaled that a light rain might be arriving later. The sun shining through the branches provided a pleasant warmth over your skin. In your basket you carried berries and mushrooms you forged already, making sure to leave just enough for next time. As you walked, avoiding the increasing number of puddles and trying not to step on the pretty white flowers growing among the clovers, you admired the flowing creek just down the sloping hill you were on. Everything was going so well, you felt as if you could admire the butterflies floating about and birds twittering for hours. It was perfect, until it wasn't––

You detected notes from an instrument, that played a curious tune and instantly caused you to stop in your tracks and raise your head. It sounded like... a piano? What was a piano doing in the middle of the woods? Almost instantly, as soon as you processed the first notes, the noise made your head pound, its enchanting melody throbbing in your skull. Your vision became distorted and you were moving–– not by your own free will. You felt your legs moving, and so were your arms, you were inching forward on your toes, as if being dragged forward in a trance and awkward dance. The notes of the piano became so loud that it was drowning out your thoughts of panic and confusion, even as you attempted to cover your ears, your feet still marched forward on their own and the notes echoed within the confines of your mind no matter how hard you tried to block it out. You couldn't even think straight.

You had no choice when you were sent toppling down the grassy slope, the berries and mushrooms you worked so hard to forge falling out of the basket you carried as you fell into the river with a loud splash! Thankfully, the music stopped, you could finally hear your own thoughts again, and you were able to regain control of your limbs to swim back to the surface of the water. You clung to the closest stone, eyes wide and now soaked to the bone. Your eyes landed on a pair of legs, feet bare and dipped into the water. Slowly your eyes travelled upwards, surprised to see a man seated on the very rock in the middle of the river you were now clinging to dear life for.

The young man smiled down at you softly, although you didn't like the strange glint in his eyes. His hair–– his hair was an odd white, wavy yet soft looking, not to mention dry looking too. Which was strange considering he was literally in the middle of a river, but to be fair he was seated on a dry rock. However, what caused you to freeze, was what was at his fingertips. Light, a soft purple light that formed the shape of the keys of a piano, like odd magic. Upon removing his hand from it, the lights disappeared, leaving you stunned. What was that...?

"Ah, that didn't take very long. Certainly much longer than last time to find a patron!" He spoke extravagantly, reminding you a lot of the smooth fast-talking merchants back in town. Was he some sort of magic user...?

Your eyes landed on his clothing, finding it somewhat familiar. A black tunic with long sleeves and a matching pair of pants, the second layer was a purple vest sewn with little patterns of golden seashells, a thick gray coat that reached to his thighs with golden patterns on the edges and white fur on its hood. Not to mention, lots of shining accessories. A ring, bracelets, earrings, necklaces of gold and silver, he even wore silver glasses and had a pouch fat with coins tied to his hip. Then it came to you. Those were all stolen.

When a body was found by the river, people assumed it was a simple murder when the person's black clothing was missing. When a victim was found without their beloved gray coat, everyone guessed that the victim had lost it. Then there was the fact that bodies found floating down the river were all missing valuables, shiny valuables, and this man had so many... Without even thinking, you blurted out, "If you're looking for shiny stuff, you're wasting your time."

"I realize that." The young man said while doing a once over of you, looking particularly unimpressed since you looked like a cat that fell in a tub of water. Slowly he shrugged, averting his gaze away, "Well, since you have no use to me––"

"Wait!" He stopped, listening to your words as you proceeded carefully. "I might have more to offer than gold and silver if you let me live."

At that, he raised an eyebrow, a sly smile appearing on his face as he glanced back at you. "Oh? Are you proposing a deal? That's brave of you, it's amusing! Alright, I'm listening. First, the formalities. Every proper business deal must have the formalities first. My name is Azul, and as your astute observations have picked up by now, I am not like you. So, what is your name and what will you bargain to me?"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst writing #azul ashengrotto #twst azul

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raplinesmoon · 1 year

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Taking Chances (KSJ X F!Reader)

pairing: lawyer!Seokjin x journalist!reader

genres/aus/rating: exes to roommates to lovers, fluff, angst, pg

summary: Eight years apart and now you and Seokjin are in the same city again. When a beautiful apartment presents too good of an opportunity to pass up for both of you, you decide to take the plunge, and embark on a new relationship - this time as roommates.

warnings: talks of breakups, regret, pining, sassy bro!Namjoon, reader gets sick and Seokjin takes care of her, bed sharing (not like that!), kissing, alcohol mentions, swearing, a cute mischevious cat, angsty with a happy ending!

word count: 5.8k

a/n: This gift was created through @bangtansecretsanta and is for @jinsquishes. Surprise! I’m your Bangtan Secret Santa! Nixie, I’m so sorry for being such a snowflake (get it?) and sending this too you so late djkskskdks. I know you like roommate fics, so I put a little twist on it! It was lovely chatting with you and I hope you like it and feel all the warm fuzzies! This was inspired by a book I recently read called House Rules by Ruby Lang and the premise was too cute to pass up! Also, the dress OC wears is inspired by this one, which is currently hanging in my closet and I’m looking for a holiday party to wear it to lmao

Seokjin had finally had enough. His ears felt like they were about to bust open any second now, not that it meant anything to his abhorrent neighbours. The drilling noises continued, the young, newlywed couple completely oblivious to the fact that it was nearing 12am and now might not have been the best time to put together their new Ikea furniture.

He could maybe have forgiven them if it was their first week in the next-door apartment, the two of them lost in scramble of moving boxes and building a desk, chair, or whatever they decided they were missing. But it’d been like this for six months. Six months that had shattered his peace in the apartment that Jin had previously lived in for eight years, both with you, and by himself. In all that time, he’d never considered leaving. Until now.

It’d been a stupid decision, one made on a whim when he decided to go tour the old, weathered brownstone that had just popped up on the market in his neighbourhood. He’d been sick of the noise, and the idea of a bright, new apartment seemed like a dream, one where hopefully there weren’t any annoying neighbours. The walls were full of exposed brick, the sunlight filtered in even on a bright, snowy day, and it was big. Bigger than he needed as a single, unmarried, thirty something to be honest, but more space never hurt.

But then he heard the broker, Jimin, usher someone new in to the viewing, and just as quickly as his dream sprung up, it was shattered. Because he’d only caught the faintest glimpse of the threadbare brown coat you’d loved so much, and the tell-tale fringe of your scarf that he’d gifted you for your very first anniversary, but Jin knew it was you.

His ex-fiancée. Or was that even the right term when it’d been eight years since you broke up? When Seokjin had spent almost nearly as much time apart from you as he had with you?

He ducks into one of the bedrooms, out of Jimin’s sight, and sucks in a sharp breath, blinking and shaking his head. Who was he kidding? That coat could belong to anyone, anyone could own that scarf. Not just the former love of his life who as far as he knew, had faded into obscurity after dropping out of law school. Who probably moved halfway across the world just to avoid the sight of him. The person who he’d once shared an entire life with, and now they had nothing left in common.

Seokjin shivers as he stares outside the window, watching the snow fall down, a colourless shroud, and he grits his teeth. The journey home would not be fun.

Hearing shuffling behind him, he turns, thinking it’s Jimin coming to ask him what he thinks, but he’s met with a small gasp.

“Jin,” you whisper softly. “I knew it was you.”

And before Seokjin can react, you’re pulling him into you, tucking your head into his shoulder, and he’s breathing in your faint soapy smell, reminded of the shampoo you used to love so much. The wool of your scarf doesn’t feel as scratchy as he remembers, and he’s comforted by its familiar presence, by your familiar presence in his arms. It’s been too long.

“You moved back,” he mutters into your hair, and immediately you freeze, pulling back, eyes on the floor.

“I found a new job,” you tell him, and as much as Seokjin wants to press, he doesn’t. He doesn’t feel like he has a right to ask, to know about your life not that you’re not together anymore. So instead, he remains silent, taking you in.

You hadn’t changed much. You looked older, maybe a few more lines on your face, but your eyes were still the same. That smile was still the same, and he knew he had to be careful around it.

“How are we doing in here, oh—”

Jimin takes that moment to walk in, his eyes glinting with questions as he takes in the two of you, so close yet standing apart, and he raises an eyebrow.

“We knew each other,” Seokjin steps in, immediately wanting to diffuse the awkward tension. “She’s my ex-w–”

You look at him, eyes glassy and in shock. He’d been about to say wife. Because you had been, almost. There had only been a few months to the wedding when you’d decided to go, sending Seokjin off over a cup of coffee on a chilly autumn day in the park.

“Well, it sounds like you have a lot to think about,” Jimin chuckles before retreating, and Seokjin knows he’s not just talking about the apartment.

It’s only natural for him to chase you down after you’ve both left, following you into a nearby cafe.

Turning on your heel, you look at the sight of your ex, still as handsome as ever with his wool coat and snow in his hair, and you let out a big sigh. You weren’t going to hate him. You didn’t hate him.

“What do you want?” you blurt out, and Seokjin recoils briefly, in shock at your question before straightening.

“An espresso,” he responds, and you grin.

“You used to be more of a latte man, what happened?” you ask.

“I don’t know, I guess I just got a lot more bitter,” he grunts, and you let out another heavy sigh.

“I know you have questions Jin, and I want to answer them, I really do, but can we just sit here for a bit? And drink our coffee first?”

And so you do, the two of you sipping on the hot drinks, taking each other in for the first time in many years. You know Seokjin isn’t actually upset with you, that it was more the shock speaking for him. He’d barely raised his voice at you when you left, nodding along quietly and watching you go without a word. You made no promises to him, and he didn’t make any to you.

You tried your hardest to keep up with him back then, but law school had sucked the life out of you. While Seokjin had been everyone’s favourite, the star pupil and class president, you were just… there, right next to him. It had been your own guilt and unhappiness that had driven you away, never anything to do with him. But Seokjin was stubborn, persistent that you could stay, that things would work out on their own.

“There was no other option,” you tell him quietly, and he nods over the cup of coffee, looking out the window, and you so desperately want him to look at you instead.

“Don’t you get it?” you want to scream at him, but keep your voice level. “I had to drop out, I had to go find my own way, to travel, to figure out what really made me happy?”

“And are you?” Seokjin interrupts. “Happy, I mean?”

You pause, not knowing how to answer him.

“What about you?” you fire back. “You’ve lived in the apartment for years, even before me. What makes you want to move now?”

“I’ve stayed there for too long. It used to feel like home… now it just feels like a rut. One that I can’t get out of, no matter how hard I try. But you wouldn’t understand, would you? You never wanted to stay.”

You square your shoulders, sitting up straight. You couldn’t keep up this conversation. You hadn’t been able to have it eight years ago, and it was far too late for it now. Instead, you needed a place to live, to turn over a new leaf, and it seemed like Seokjin did too. Which brought you to why the two of you were even here together in the first place.

“I want that apartment, Seokjin. I know you want it too, I saw it in your eyes. We both need this. But I can’t afford it. Not on my own.”

“What are you asking?” Seokjin says, his eyes turning dark.

“Kim Seokjin, I’m asking you to be my roommate.”

This was insane, Seokjin thinks as he packs up the last of his kitchen supplies, surrounded by boxes. This has to be the most insane thing he’d ever done.

He’d called Namjoon over a dozen times the past week since he’d met you in the coffee shop, ranting to his brother about the odd proposal you’d given him.

“Is she still the same?” Namjoon echoed over the phone, disdain lacing his voice. He hadn’t been the biggest fan of you leaving his older brother broken hearted.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is what I’m supposed to do about this!” Seokjin spits into the line, feeling his face grow hot.

“Easy, just say no,” Namjoon responds. “Exes are bad news, hyung. It’s not worth getting caught up with any of them, no matter how good the relationship used to be.”

Seokjin pauses for a second. Namjoon had made it sound so easy. Just saying no. But what complicated things was the fact that it was you he was saying no to.

Seokjin knew you left on your own accord. He knew you needed to find a sense of purpose, one that didn’t revolve around just him and law school, and getting married. But that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt.

When he’d seen you again, he’d imagined, for a brief moment, the years that had been lost between you. The ones you could have spent living together, waking up to each other every day. Burning toast on Sunday morning, putting up Christmas trees every winter, dancing as the snow fell outside. And here you were, offering him a chance to maybe, just maybe get those lost years back. Or whatever shreds of them he could recover.

“You can’t say no, can you?” Namjoon says over the phone, defeat in his voice, and Seokjin realizes he’s been silent for too long.

“I didn’t fight for her when I should have, Namjoon-ah, I can’t miss that opportunity again.”

The words come back to him as he sits in the kitchen alone. Looking around, he realizes how few boxes he actually had. He thought most of his life had been in this apartment, but the more he thought about it, he realized he was never really attached to the things here. It was more the memories, or lack of them that he had, living here by himself, trying too hard to get over you.

He’d never brought a date home here. Namjoon refused to visit, and Seokjin had just stopped asking, fitting seamlessly into the fabric of the lives of those around him, while never pausing to think about his own.

A knock at the door breaks him out of his thoughts, and he opens it to find the movers. As he watches them lift up the things, he’s surprised by how light he feels. Maybe letting go wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“You have a big, strong, handsome ex fiancé moving in with you, and you still choose to bring up your own things why?” Nixie, your best friend, groans as she carries up another box, plopping it into your room.

You’d chosen the smaller of the two, while Seokjin got the bigger one, knowing he put more money towards the rent from his job.

“Because he’s not my anything, he’s my roommate, and we don’t owe each other anything,” you tell her.

“Not to burst your bubble ___, but most people don’t exactly end up shacking up with their former fiancé and expect to be just roommates.”

“Well we are,” you brush her off, and she turns to start unloading stuff into the closet. “We have completely different lifestyles. He works at an office, I work from cafes and libraries or at home. He works during the day, I’m most productive at night. We’ll barely run into each other.”

And you hadn’t, so far. Seokjin had moved in quietly when you weren’t there, his stuff magically appearing in the living room one day. You hadn’t seen him around since, but you figured he was probably living with his brother until your contract officially started.

The two of you had decided to give it six weeks, right until the New Year. Six weeks of living together, seeing if you could tolerate each other. If it didn’t work out, Seokjin had graciously agreed to move out, and help you find a new roommate.

It sounded so foolproof when you thought of it in your head.

“Okay, I trust that you know what you’re doing,” Nixie says. “After all, we’re not the same as we were eight years ago.”

The two of you chat for a little longer before she has to leave to her own place, and you’re left on your own. A few hours pass, and you’re finally done unpacking most of your room when you hear the jangling of keys, and the door creak open.

The sound of boots echoes in the hallway, and you know it’s Seokjin. You hide underneath the covers on your mattress, not wanting him to know you’re awake.

He shuffles around in the kitchen for a little bit, and then it falls silent. Thinking the coast is clear, you tiptoe outside your room, searching for a drink of water, when you see him slumped on the living room floor, his head in his hands.

Your face softens at his serious figure, and you walk over to him, plopping down next to him. He shifts slightly, his eyes widening in surprise at your presence, and you look down to see that you’d never changed out of your bunny printed pyjama shorts.

Clearing your throat, you speak softly, afraid to put him even more on edge.

“I realize that this was maybe unfair of me to ask you for, but you were the only person I could think of that wouldn’t try to accidentally hit on me and then poach the lease right out of my hands.”

Seokjin chuckles at that, turning to look at you.

“You don’t have to worry about me hitting on you, I’m too old for that.”

“We’re the same age.”

“Is this really a good idea, ___? Us?” He asks softly.

You freeze. There was no “us” between the two of you. There hadn’t been for a long time. But maybe there could be. A new version of normal, one where you and Seokjin lived happily together yet apart, content with your lives.

“I don’t know,” you tell him. “All I know is that being here, in this space, I feel happy for the first time in a long time. Like my life is finally falling into place. And I don’t want that feeling to stop, even after the six weeks are over.”

Seokjin freezes next to you, and he knows you’re not talking about him, but he imagines you could be.

“It’s going to take some time for me to adjust to this,” he says.

“Me too. We’ll try our best. That’s all we can do, right?”

I tried my best, the words ring in Seokjin’s ears. The same ones you told him when you said you were leaving.

“Right.”

As December settles in, Seokjin thinks he could get used to the idea of living here. The home is so inviting, the crown bricks covered in snow making him think of Santa’s house in all those Christmas movies he’d watched as a kid. Every evening when he’d get inside after work, he would smell coffee, knowing you’d probably just left to the library to continue your work.

It was quiet, and he was content. Until you stopped him one day in the kitchen, up before he was, shoving a plate full of cheese and crackers towards him.

“I want to get a cat.”

“You don’t have to ask me to get a cat,” he grumbled. “We’re adults.”

“I know, but you’re my roommate and it’s common courtesy. I saw one I’d like to adopt near the end of this week. He’s older, and they said he was super quiet. I’ll keep the litter box in my room.”

And that was how Seokjin also became roommates with Cheese. As much as he tried to ignore the little rascal, Cheese would always curl up next to him at the most random times, purring when Seokjin gave him scratches on the head.

He adjusted to you and Cheese better than he thought. The two of you were friendly, pausing to chat briefly at random points when you’d bump into each other during the day, oftentimes when one of you was leaving and the other was returning.

Seokjin even shared his wine collection with you, telling you that you could help yourself to any of the expensive bottles. Maybe it was the giving holiday spirit. Maybe it was just you making him soft.

You’d started waking up earlier, leaving him a little pile of cut up fruit on the counter every morning, the oranges peeled just the way he liked them, which only you’d ever been able to do.

But it never went beyond that. Seokjin still didn’t know who you were, what you did. And you kept your distance. Sometimes when he’d see you coming back from a trip outside, he resisted the urge to smooth down your frazzled hair after you’d taken your hat and scarf off, but he stopped himself. He also stopped himself from staring for too long when you’d wear those forsaken bunny printed pyjama shorts, trying not to focus on how good your butt looked.

It was a silly little crush on his roommate, he brushed it off in his mind. He’d get over it.

It was the week before Christmas, and you were in hustle mode. Your editor wanted you to get the latest piece to him in time for Christmas Day, so you’d been holed up in the library, writing away on your laptop and downing copious amounts of cofffee.

You’d managed to get through about four pages of writing before the pain in your stomach set in. Grimacing, you brace an arm around your middle, hobbling to the bathroom before the cramps take over, and you stumble, crashing to the floor. You dial Nixie, but it’s late and she doesn’t pick up. Scrolling through your phone, you resign yourself to putting in Seokjin’s number, relieved when he picks up on the first ring even though he should be at work.

“Can you come and get me please?”

Seokjin’s face was as pale as a ghost when he found you lying on the library bathroom’s floor, passed out. You stir as reaches around you, supporting you with one arm as the two of you rise.

“I’m so sorry,” you croak out. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Please stop apologizing,” he says softly. “It’s not your fault.”

You don’t know if he’s talking about you getting sick or something else. His warm arms come around you as he walks the two of you to his car, placing you gently in the passenger seat and turning on the heating so you wouldn’t freeze. The entire ride, his hand remains on your thigh, the burn of his hand on the fabric of your jeans almost as prominent as the nauseating sensations you were experiencing in your stomach. He doesn’t ask, just glances over occasionally when the car stops to see your eyes flutter shut, and the rest of the ride is quiet.

You wake up enough for him to drag you up the stairs, before turning and closing yourself into the bathroom, sobbing under the heat of the shower. Everything ached. From the cramps to your own heart, it all hurt. And the only thing that made it better was Seokjin. But you’d lost him, and now you couldn’t go back to the way things were before. You begin to question why you’d even wanted him to live with you in the first place, knowing that you’d inevitably desire his comforting touch again. He made you feel safe. He made you feel loved, and despite being happy, you hadn’t felt that way in so long.

When you slip out of the shower in fresh pyjamas, he’s there, sitting on your bed. You don’t get angry with him for letting himself into your room, instead sitting next to him on the bed. He doesn’t ask questions, just drawing your hand into his own.

“You know if you ever need anything, I’m here,” he says into the darkness.

“Can you stay with me?” you ask, pulling him into you until his chest is resting against your back, feeling the rough scratch of his crisp white dress shirt, and in seconds, you’re asleep.

You sleep better than you’ve slept the entire time you’ve been in the apartment. But it makes no difference when you wake up alone, Cheese eyeing you curiously. Seokjin was gone.

“I can’t do this,” Seokjin rubs in between his eyebrows, staring at Namjoon with bloodshot eyes over his brunch. He’d left early, before you could even wake up, his heart turning over and over in his chest at the sight of you seeming so small, so vulnerable, doubled over in pain. He knew it was probably nothing to be worried about, but when it came to you, Seokjin couldn’t help but worry.

“You still love her,” Namjoon says, and he doesn’t sound disappointed. His voice is even, flat with acceptance.

“Is it crazy of me to think that it just wasn’t the right time? That we both needed to grow up and figure out our lives? I mean, we were barely about to graduate. Of course we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing. No one does at that age.”

“But she left,” Namjoon interjects, his eyes full of concern. “She left, and maybe she did change, hyung. Maybe she’s better for it. But you, you just let her hurt you. You stayed the same, for so many years, going to work every day, making money, never letting anyone else in. And now, all of a sudden, she’s back, and you’re acting all different, being friends with her. My question is why.”

Seokjin wonders the same thing, why he’s able to be so attached to you after so many years apart.. You needed time, you needed space, you needed to feel like your own person. And Seokjin could accept all that. But he always thought he’d done something to drive you away. And then he remembers it’s because never once, in the four hour long conversation where the two of you had said goodbye, had you said it was because you didn’t love him. In fact, you’d said it three times exactly - once at the very beginning, one time in the middle, and right at the end.

He straightens up, and a warm, fizzy feeling runs through his veins. The last thing you had said was “I love you.” And now here you were, eight years later, by his side again. Was it crazy to think it was because you still loved him too?

The dress was green, with glittering sequins in the shape of stars. It was breathtaking. And now it was lying on your bed.

“Come with me to my work holiday party?” Seokjin had asked earlier in the week, and you don’t know what had possessed you to say yes. You’d softened towards him considerably ever since he’d taken care of you while you were sick, not saying anything when he slipped into your bed in the middle of the night, but not pushing him away either.

You still were afraid to talk about it. Afraid that he wouldn’t forgive you for running away, for putting yourself over the relationship. Even though you knew you weren’t selfish, the mere though of Seokjin ever seeing you as such pained you.

And now here you were, his date to a swanky holiday party. When you’d asked why, he’d laughed it off, saying last minute dates were a hot commodity, and he didn’t want to have to resort to Tinder. A pang of jealousy bubbled up in your chest at the thought of Seokjin with a younger, prettier girl on his arm, and you’d sulkily made up your mind that going with him was best. However, putting on the stunning dress and having the experience of Seokjin nearly stumbling while lacing his dress shoes made you feel a tiny bit better.

You watch the people around you swarm and flock to each other, exchanging hugs and holiday wishes, and painfully miss Seokjin’s presence next to yours, keeping your beating heart calm. As if he sensed your discomfort, he’s there in the next minute, holding out a drink for you. You accept, hoping the alcohol will calm your nerves.

You feel out of place here. This was Seokjin’s wheelhouse, Seokjin’s territory. He’d always been the people pleaser, while you preferred to hang back.

An older couple comes up to you, and Seokjin straightens up, putting his drink down and greeting the man with a handshake.

“This is my boss, Mr. Nam,” he says, faltering when he turns to introduce you. “And this is ___, she’s my, uh—, we’re, she’s my—”

“Roommate,” you interject quickly.

“Ahhhh so you’re together then?” The woman you assume is Mrs. Nam claps her hands together in delight.

“No no no!” Seokjin tries to manage the messy misunderstanding. “We live together. As in just one together. Together-ish.”

A smile slips onto your lips when you see his ears redden in frustration, and you give his hand a squeeze. Mr. and Mrs. Nam catch sight of your clasped hands and smilen again, before saying how wonderful it was to meet you and excusing themselves to get some food.

“No need to be nervous,” you tell Seokjin after they’ve left. “It’s just me.”

“Yeah, it’s just you,” Seokjin echoes, and there’s a far away look in his eyes, one you can’t place. “Should we go out to the balcony?”

He leads you along, his hand tucked into the curve of your waist, and you bump into more people, Seokjin recovering and introducing you without the roommate title. It all feels surreal, like a dream you never dared yourself to have, and you reflect on how this could have been the life you had together, if things hadn’t come apart.

When you’re outside, you begin to shiver, and Seokjin eases his coat off, and you dodge it, telling him you’re fine, the two of you dancing awkwardly around each other. After a few moments, you begrudgingly accept the coat, sinking into its warmth and breathing in Seokjin’s clean smell.

“You’ve changed a lot, ___,” he says. “You seem calmer. Happier. You really like writing, don’t you?”

You want to act shocked that he finally figured out what your mystery job was, but you knew he would. Seokjin knew you too well, and there was a point where he’d known you better than you’d know yourself.

“What about you?” you respond. “Big hotshot lawyer, finally fulfilling all those ambitions you had for yourself–”

“For us,” he cuts you off. “I had them for us.”

“And I ruined them, right? By leaving,” you voice shrinks, and you feel tears perk up at the back of your throat.

“Maybe it was good for me,” he says, looking out onto the city. “Maybe I had to learn how to be myself without you too.”

“Not everything has to be a lesson, Jin,” you tell him. “Not everything has to mean something grand and philosophical. You’re allowed to miss it. To miss us. I miss it too. Sometimes I wake up in my bed, with Cheese, and it doesn’t even feel real that you’re here with me again, right down the hall. How we’re both the same, yet different in so many ways. And it scares me because even though living with you again is like nothing I could have expected, I still love you. More than I should.”

You pause on the last words, your breath coming out in frozen puffs, and watch Seokjin’s eyes flicker with longing. He pauses, before drawing you into him, his finger tips entwining with yours.

“It’s not like it was before because it’s better,” he whispers against your lips, before he closes the distance in between you two.

Sparks explode across your skin when he kisses you, your hands swinging around his neck, and you feel like a teenager in love again, discovering how good it felt to be held for the first time. You sway from the wash of emotions that come over you, and Seokjin’s hands are there, steadying you as you break apart, rubbing his cheek against yours and pressing tiny kisses all the way from your temple to your hair.

“___, there’s something I have to tell you,” he whispers into your hair, when suddenly, your quiet moment of peace is interrupted by a loud yell. The two of you break apart, cheeks flaming with heat, and you look away, not wanting to seem suspicious after basically lying to everyone the whole evening.

“Seokjin!! Congratulations on the promotion,” one of his coworkers you’d met earlier, Hoseok, runs up to him. “Singapore won’t be ready for you after the New Year hits!”

More and more people join the swarm, clapping Seokjin on the back, and his eyes look to you in panic.

“This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” he mouths to you, but you barely acknowledge it, your eyes filling up with tears.

He never had any plans to stay on as your roommate. He’d wanted to leave the entire time.

You rush away from the crowd, Seokjin’s coat still wrapped around you as you cry quietly. Just when you thought that things could finally be okay, that you two could move on from the past together, it had to rear its ugly head once more, reminding you that you didn’t belong together for a reason.

A week passed, and Christmas with it. Seokjin had left quietly to spend the holiday with his own family, and your heart ached with hurt because he hadn’t spoken to you since the night of the party. Or more like you hadn’t spoken to him, holing yourself up in your room and cuddling with Cheese underneath the blankets.

Across from you, the present he’d left outside your door lay unwrapped, and you had half a mind to just throw it out the window and be done with him, once and for all.

Sighing, you open up your laptop, deciding that you should put in an application for a new roommate. You type out a general profile of what you’re looking for, before shutting the computer with a sigh and deciding you weren’t mentally ready to handle the thought of moving on yet. Maybe it’d be easier once Seokjin finally left.

Rising from your bed, you make your way to the kitchen, opening to fridge to find Cheese’s cat food. Grabbing a spoon to scoop it out, you pause when you realize the bowl is full, and that Cheese hadn’t touched anything yet. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen Cheese all day, sleeping for the better part of the day.

The door was locked, so he had to be here somewhere. You walk around everywhere, even peeking into Seokjin’s room and calling his name, but to no avail. Standing in the hallway, you feel a cold breeze and gasp. The window had been open. What if Cheese had escaped?

Panicking, you throw on your coat, tears burning in your eyes as you slip on your scarf and shoes. You’d already lost Seokjin, you couldn’t lose the one other person who was holding you together right now.

You stumble out into the night, shivering when you realiize that there’s a thick blanket of snow outside, deep enough to cover a tiny cat. You slip and slide down the steps, calling out Cheese’s name and running up and down the city streets, the snow coming down heavier.

After half an hour, you decide to give up, voice hoarse from screaming. You make up your mind to put up a missing pet flyer for Cheese immediately. Now that was a task you could focus on.

Trudging up back your street, you come to a pause outside your building, gasping in shock when you see that the front steps’ light is on, and Seokjin is sitting there, a shivering Cheese in his hands.

You immediately run up to him, grabbing Cheese and clutching him to your chest while tears run down your face.

“I found him wandering outside,” Seokjin says, reminding you that he’s still there, and you take a step back from him.

“Thanks for finding him,” you tell him. “I mean it.”

And you turn, cuddling Cheese in your arms, ready to escape to your bedroom once more, when Seokjin’s arm shoots out, grabbing onto yours and spinning you around.

“Please can we talk?” his eyes are desparate as they bore into yours.

“We have nothing to talk about,” you tell him coolly. “I’ve already made arrangements to find another roommate.”

“I rejected the promotion,” he says hastily, and you freeze. “It shouldn’t have taken me this long. I accepted it before we moved in together, and I just thought I could put it off until…”

“Until what? You broke my heart just as bad as I broke yours?” you hiss, feeling guilty at the way his face falls.

“Until I realized how much I don’t want to move out.”

He reaches out, scratching Cheese in between his ears, and the image is so domestic it makes your heart hurt.

“What if we aren’t meant to be together?” you tell him meekly. “What if there was a reason we didn’t work out the first time? What makes now any different?”

“It’s different because even after all this time, I still want to stay here,” Seokjin says, cupping your cold cheeks in his palms. “I still want to be here with you, even after all this time.”

“Are you saying this as my roomate?” you try to lighten the mood, but your heart is doing backflips in your chest.

“I’m saying this as someone who loves you, and who hopes that you believe in taking chances,” he ghosts his thumb over your cheek.

“I took a chance on you, right?” you whisper back, smiling at his gentle touch. “And look where that ended up.”

“Where did it end up?” he teases you in his low voice, and you shiver.

“With you kissing me on New Year’s Eve,” you tell him, and Seokjin pulls you towards him, his fingers running through your hair and tugging at your scarf before he’s kissing you again.

You remain like that for an infinite number of moments, savoring each other, accepting each other after so long, that you don’t hear the fireworks go off, Cheese shifting uncomfortably in your arms.

“Let’s head inside,” Seokjin presses a kiss to your cheek. “The little guy must be getting cold.”

You step aside, beckoning Seokjin in before you, and he grabs your arm with a grin.

“Lead the way, roomie.”

A/N pt. 2: I hope you enjoyed! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

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ginger-grimm · 2 months

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RE-RE-INTRODUCING: MARLOW STILINSKI

Full Name: Marlow Marie Stilinski

Birthdate: February 22nd, 1999

Hair Color: Brown, then blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Species: Werecoyote, Beta (Bitten)

Family: Claudia Stilinski, née Gajos (Mother, deceased), Noah Stilinski (Father), Miecysław “Stiles” Stilinski (Older Brother), Elias Stilinski (Paternal Grandfather)

Love Interest: Liam Dunbar

Friends: Riley Parrish, Coop Harris, Nixie Baker, Bear Wallace, Tilly Cole, Oz Baker, Nina Simms, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale

Likes: Horror movies, scary stories, true crime, cookies, singing, dancing, cheerleading, scrapbooking, sunsets, movie nights, animals

Dislikes: Liars, not feeling in control, being treated like a child, people not following her advice, sour candy, loud noises, hot weather

Phobias: Snakes, flying

Style: Jeans and sweaters or blouses, sneakers (she hates uncomfortable foot wear), locket with pictures of her family in it, lazy with her makeup looks, hair up or down depending on the heat

Speech: Californian accent, low-pitch voice, gets loud when she’s stressed or annoyed - otherwise pretty much inside voice only

Physical Quirks/Scars: Climbed over a fence when she was a kid, leg got caught on the metal and still has the scar, her eyes glow blue when she’s in werecoyote mode

Personality: Fiercely protective, loving, selfless, salty, family-oriented, anxious, saracstic

Background: Born and raised in Beacon Hills, Marlow has halways been the baby of the bunch - whether that was at home or in her friend group. She was always in need of a little more attention due to her severe panic attacks and BPD. As a child, she was quiet and withdrawn, using her brother’s outspoken demeanor as a shield whenever she felt she needed to. Marlow’s mother Claudia died when she was seven, prompting the little girl to hide her true emotions from everyone. She toughens up and spends more time with her best friend Mason Hewitt, whom she met in kindergarten. When the two are out on a camping trip with Mason’s family, ten-year-old Marlow comes across a scary man with red glowing eyes. He bites her and suddenly her whole life is turned upside down. The night after her first full moon, she wakes up in the ruins of the Hale house, Derek and Laura Hale there to explain the ropes of being a shapeshifter. After Derek leaves town and Laura is murdered by Peter Hale, thirteen-year-old Marlow is left to fend for herself, continuing to hide her new identity from her loved ones. Then her brothers best friend Scott McCall is turned into a werewolf and she tries to help him navigate his new normal while keeping her own predicament under wraps. She is relegated to research duty, having Mason help her under the guise of making up a story. Two years pass and after losses, battles, and goodbyes, Marlow finally starts attending Beacon Hills High School with Mason. Then she meets the new kid Liam Dunbar, and there is a spark. When Liam is bitten by Scott and turned into a werewolf, Marlow is one more incident away from having an anxious breakdown.

Faceclaim: Jenny Boyd

TAGLIST: @waterloou @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @kentaroranda @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @lucys-chen @andromedalestrange @far-shores @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe

#ocappreciation #ocapp #teen wolf oc #oc: marlow stilinski

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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Look what just arrived!

All purchased through Bookshop.org, which... apparently lets any random person do affiliate links? So here, I made one, with all the books I've been buying: Nixy's Recs

(Bookshop.org is an online bookstore that ensures profits are all directed to small, local bookstores instead of behemoths like Amazon or B&N. You can choose a store in your area to shop 'from,' or just allow the profits to go into the a more general fund that gets distributed evenly to all bookshops in the system. This post by @ebookporn and @batmansymbol does a great job explaining how it works.)

Strong Towns and Walkable City are both books I found through the Strong Towns YouTube Channel. I haven't read these yet (they only just arrived yesterday), but if they're at all like the videos, then I have high hopes.

And here are the specific books (again, affiliate links, which I've never done before but here goes):

The Keystone Jacket and Dress Cutter: An 1895 Guide to Women's Tailoring by Chas Hecklinger (Author), Kristina Seleshanko (Preface by)

Walkable City (Tenth Anniversary Edition): How Downtown Can Save America, One Step at a Time by Jeff Speck (Author), Janette Sadik-Khan (Introduction by)

City Planning: A Very Short Introduction by Carl Abbott (Author)

Strong Towns: A Bottom-Up Revolution to Rebuild American Prosperity by Charles L. Marohn (Author)

#books #bookshop.org #walkable city #strong towns #fashion history #drafting #pattern drafting #city planning #phoenix recs #product reviews #kinda

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nixie-deangel · 2 months

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tipsy writing is not going well. because i forgot how easily tipsy nixie is at getting distracted.

#nixie personal #chances of getting writing done is at an all time low #but chances of getting anything else done #are also at an all time low #will still keep trying even though i'm sure it will only end in my tears #though i could get a birthday wish miracle and get myself to focus #is very very doubtful though #especially because i just came across a documentary on netflix i wanna watch lmao

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nixie-writes · 7 months

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What if HuskerDust was canon? Nixie's reaction in a needlessly long fic I wrote in 30 minutes

I wrote this in a record 30 minutes so it isn't my best work but I've been thinking about the possibility of HuskerDust being canon and I wanted to write a piece on how Nixie would react to it. Under the cut for length this is almost 4 pages long in Docs

Nixie belongs to me, Willow belongs to @willowaudreykeyes

Willow’s POV

I sifted through my old stash of honey comb, now dried and useless. I tossed it into the trash bin and picked up a stray stem to examine. The thorns on the stem indicated it was a rose but the bulb was stripped off. Alastor left little gifts like that. I placed his gift on my work table and exited the green house. I entered the hotel and walked into my clinic, opening a drawer. Inside was a variety of small bottles with different labels on them. Checking that I had an adequate amount of each medication I kept in my drawer I left my clinic, locking the door behind me. Lord knows Angel would try to pick the lock to get to the morphine again.��

It was as I was preparing to end the night that Charlie ran up to me, her eyes sparkling. She appeared to have good news. She was prancing, a wide grin on her face, clutching a shopping list. “Guess what guess what guess WHAT!” She squealed, taking my hands in hers. “Angel and Husk came out as a couple! I already have Vaggie and Niffty out to get decorations for a celebration party here. Call Nixie and tell her to get her soaking wet ass here so she can celebrate with us!”

It struck me like a rock to the head. Nixie was going to be destroyed learning that Husk was with Angel. She was practically in love with the feline demon, adoring everything he did. I almost wanted to agree, pretend to call her and lie saying she couldn’t make it for some stupid reason but I knew she’d be both heart broken and beyond pissed if I hid this from her.

Charlie was by far the most oblivious of the hotel staff. Everyone, excluding her and Husk, knew that she was hopelessly in love with Husk. I already knew Charlie wouldn’t leave me alone until I agreed to call Nixie, so I did. But actually calling her felt sadistic. Would I tell her over the phone what the party was about? No, I’d let her be excited for a party for just a little while.

With Charlie next to me I hesitantly dialed Nixie. It rang once, then twice. I was hoping she wouldn’t answer but much to my disappointment she did. Charlie leaned over my shoulder to speak into the phone, telling Nixie there was going to be a [arty. She didn’t tell Nixie what the party was for and she didn’t ask, which was a relief. After I hung up I turned to Charlie.

“You should know by now that Nixie has the biggest crush in the world on Husk, why would you invite her to a party celebrating him getting with someone else?!” I growled up at her. She appeared genuinely surprised. “Wow, really? Well fuck, I shouldn’t have invited her,” she mused. I rolled my eyes. Before I could reprimand Charlie further a portal appeared, specifically a portal made by an Asmodean crystal, and Nixie stepped through it. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, just a black turtleneck and a pair of loose black jeans.

“I don’t know what this party is about but I bought a couple things,” she announced as she opened the shopping bag in her left hand. “Let’s see, balloons, streamers, candles and cake mix.” Nixie passed the shopping bag to Charlie. “Thanks, I’ll be sure we use them!” She raced to the kitchen, leaving me alone with Nixie.

“Oh, Willow. I got that Tundra Brittlebush you asked me to grab,” she told me, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a small bundle of stems adorned in leaves of different colors, most notably white flowers with small petals that curled into the bulb, creating a cradle-like flower. “Thank you,” I replied, taking the stems and placing them in my hair with other herbs I kept on my person for emergency cases. Tundra Brittlebush was native to the Envy ring, where Nixie was from, so she was perfect to get it for me.

I took a deep sniff; the cake was done. Now all that was left were decorations. Vaggie and Niffty had just arrived with their decorations and Charlie gave them a ladder to set up the decorations. Nixie and I walked over to the bar to stay out of the way and Nixie lit a cigarette. I rolled my eyes. “You know you’re killing your lungs, right?” I countered. She rolled her eyes and took another puff. “They’ll be fine,” she replied nonchalantly. As she took another puff I smacked her on the back where her lung was and she spouted off into a fit of coughing. “You asshole, I had smoke in my throat,” she croaked between coughs.

After about 10 minutes Vaggie and Niffty had set up decorations, and Charlie was filling the balloons and setting up the streamers. Nixie put out her cigarette and leaned back in the chair. “Any idea who this party is for? A new guest’s birthday?” I gulped. If I told her the truth she’d leave, and if I lied she’d be pissed with me for lying. I gave a noncommittal shrug. “I’m not sure,” Nixie dropped the subject and pulled her phone from her pocket and groaned.

“For fuck’s sake I can’t leave those dumbasses alone for one night,” she growled. I peered over at her phone and read the news story. Apparently a turf war had broke out on Nixie’s territory; two demons unnamed, meaning they weren’t important, were causing problems in Envy. “Do you need to go?” I asked hopefully. Maybe this turf war could be an excuse for her to not have to be at this party. “No, I’m not worrying about it,” she replied before putting her phone away. So much for that.

After another 5 minutes of waiting Charlie called to a room, “you can come out now!” Opening the door and walking out was Angel, carrying Husk along by hand. I snatched a look at Nixie, who had narrowed her eye in suspicion, staring at Angel.

“As everyone knows, Husk and Angel are a couple! And this party is to celebrate them coming out as a couple, so let’s party!” Charlie announced. The whole room clapped for Angel and Husk. Angel was soaking up the attention and Husk looked a little flustered. Even Nixie was clapping, though her expression looked strained. As the clapping died down I expected Nixie to start a fight with Angel; she was looking at him with an expression that screamed anguish. Instead she walked up to Angel and Husk in a leisurely way and congratulated them. “I hope you’re both very happy to be together and I wish you the best of luck,” she told them before going behind the bar without Husk’s permission. “Now if you’ll excuse me…” She muttered as she grabbed a bottle of Hapsburg Absinthe and making her way out the door.

“Is she uh, okay?” Angel asked, eyeing the door Nixie had just walked out of. I nodded my head quickly. “Oh, of course! She just, uh, likes to celebrate in private. I’ll uh, check on her,” and with that I left the hotel as well. Nixie was sat on the pavement at the beginning of the driveway. She had the bottle of liquor in one hand and a half smoked cigarette in the other. I approached her slowly so as to not startle her and I sat beside her, offering her a sympathetic smile. She gave me a look of pure misery before tipping her head back and chugging more alcohol.

“Dear Satan I forgot how strong this is,” she muttered as she sat the bottle down on her other side. She took a long drag of her cigarette and breathed out the smoke, iridescent in the glow of the hotel’s lights. She looked over at me with an expectant gaze. “Did you want something?” She inquired, taking another drag.

“Um, I just… I know this is a lot for you to take in and I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I replied meekly. Nixie rolled her eye. “Peachy,” she growled before swigging down more alcohol. “Do you want me to sit out here with you for a minute or do you need to be alone?” I asked. Nixie’s shoulders slumped and she sighed. “I wouldn’t mind the company, even if just for a minute,” she replied. I leaned over to the white roses I was growing in the courtyard of the hotel and plucked one, passing it to Nixie. “You’ll find someone else, just be patient and open minded,” I offered my best advice. Nixie examined the rose, stroking the white petal gently. “This is what I get for falling for a sinner,” she mused, placing the rose next to her. I shook my head and gently took her hands. “This isn’t a punishment for falling for a sinner, it’s just bad luck. Maybe you’ll find another sinner you really like,” I suggested, trying to encourage her to cheer up. Nixie shrugged, pulling away. “I don’t know. It’ll take a while to get over him,” she sighed. I nodded my head in understanding.

We sat outside for about an hour in silence, Nixie drinking and smoking, and me examining the flowers growing in the courtyard. The comfortable silence was broken by Charlie, who came outside to tell us the party was over and everyone should get some rest. I took Nixie’s hands and led her inside, being sure to keep her away from Husk and Angel. I yawned; I was more tired than I thought. “Will you be okay on your own?” I asked her. She nodded her head. “I’m drunk enough to deal with it, go to bed,” she replied. I obeyed, leaving her alone. “Are you coming to bed, Alastor?” I asked my husband. He nodded his head. “Yes, of course, just give me a minute,” he replied. I sighed and went to bed. I knew he was going to talk to Nixie, I could just only hope he wouldn’t be too crass or sadistic.

Nixie’s POV

After Willow had left I took a seat on a bar stool, placing my half empty bottle on the table and pulling my cigarettes and lighter from my pocket. I was painfully aware of Alastor watching me like a predator would watch prey, but I tried to ignore it and lit my cigarette, taking a long puff. The silence was deafening.

As if he didn’t know what personal space was Alastor took a seat right next to me, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “You’ve been dreary all night my dear, what’s wrong?” He asked, smiling brightly as ever. I narrowed my eye at him. “Don’t play dumb with me radio prick,” I warned, a hiss in my voice.

Alastor sighed, patting my back gently. “You poor thing, losing your only love to a hooker,” he mused. “You don’t have to remind me,” I growled at him. Alastor looked me in the eye, his smile more sympathetic than anything. “No, really. I couldn’t imagine losing my lovely Willow to a floozy. Anyone with eyes could see you were lovestruck for that stupid cat for some reason or another, and now he’s with someone else. That must be painful.” He rubbed small circles on my back soothingly. Despite my hatred for him I couldn’t help but appreciate his kindness.

“Alastor?” I prompted. He hummed in response, gazing at me expectantly. “How do you get over heartbreak?” I inquired. Alastor chuckled; “it sounds cheesy but the only way is to give it time, they say time heals all wounds. Just be patient,” he replied softly. Feeling incredibly drowsy and not caring about my rivalry with the radio demon I leaned my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes. I was immediately drifting off to sleep. Alastor picked me up bridal style and carried me to my room, the static surrounding him playing an old melody I couldn't think of the name of. He dropped me off at my door and patted me on the head, his claws gently touching the tuft of water on my head. “Be patient my dear, you’ll find love again.”

Be patient.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #alastor #husk x reader #husk #angel dust x reader #angel dust #helluva boss x reader #nixie speaks

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 4 months

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Hello I'm wanting to participate in the bg3 matchup please, if it's closed I'm sorry. I'm gonna do my tav (my pfp), thank you ^^ Name: Nixie Stormchapel Age: 27 Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Pansexual (Monogamous) Class: Sorcerer (Storm sorcerer) Race: Tiefling (Mephistopheles) Background: Sailor/Criminal (Pirate) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Likes: Rum, jewelry, her "crew", kids/animals (secretly but not so secretly), whale blubber, a good erotica, the sea, her ship the "Dazzling Pearl". Dislikes: Pirate hunters, slavers, racists (especially against tiefling), people who don't respect/tip barmaids, people who don't know how to take a joke, scurvy. Hobbies: Pickpocketing, map making, singing sea shanties, drinking rum/tea, building model ships, and reading pirate erotica. Feats: Became a pirate captain after slaying a kraken that killed the former captain, "successfully" made out with a siren and survived when she ripped out her spleen, has freed hundreds of slaves from ships. Fears: Getting scurvy, adds lemon to her daily diet to avoid it, like adding it to rum/tea, her food or just eats it like one would an apple. Letting her "crew" down, constantly worries about their wellbeings but is to prideful to admit this fear. Personality: Is very charming and witty, loves to socialize, is always seen smiling or making jokes and can be a bit flirty but when she gets mad it can be pretty unsettling since it's so rare. Bonds: Tends to compliment people a lot, usually to get what she wants but if she likes you she means it genuinely, also loves to give gifts, like the treasures she found. Is loyal to her "crew". Ideals: Believes freedom to be the upmost of importance, the sea was freedom to her. When she was a pirate captain she not only pillaged other ships for loot but freed slaves being transported via sea. Faith: None Flaws: Has a bit of a drinking problem, but rarely gets wasted due to infernal blood, also loves shiny things, can't resist the shiny, so she often steals stuff under people's noses. Has a mouth of a sailor, no filter once so ever. Strength: 14 Intelligence: 12 Dexterity: 10 Wisdom: 9 Constitution: 13 Charisma: 17

A/N: Because you @lilly-pad02 didn’t specify a gender preference, just that your Tav is Pansexual and monogamous, I’ve given you one of both below. For your matchups, I think Gale (Male) and Karlach (Female) would be best suited to you.

☸ Gale would be a great match for your Tav, Nixie! He’s always excited to learn more about the world, especially about lands, cultures, and magics from far away. He’d love nothing more than for Nixie to regal him with all the tales of her and her crew’s grand adventures on the high seas.

Gale has made it very clear that to him, the most important thing in a partner is personality and commitment, not looks. He’s not against dating a tiefling, or a halfling, or even a mind flayer! He thinks Nixie looks amazing. She has this strong, adventurous aura about her which intrigues him greatly.

Gale may be a bit intimidated even by Nixie’s outgoing demon and sailor mouth, but that just becomes another one of the things he loves about her. He thinks it's very admirable, Nixie’s choice to save slaves from their slave ships, to grant them freedom. Gale knows freedom is not something to take lightly, it's a treasure, and it should be protected accordingly. (He’s also a little teensy bit intimidated by her sorcery, being a wizard and all, but he keeps that tidbit to himself.)

Gale’s home is in Waterdeep but he’s not against joining Nixie for one or two adventures on the high seas every year, so long as he can come back to his tower now and then to check in on Mrs. Dekarious and his old friends. On that note, Tara adores Nixie, for getting Gale to finally come out of his shell. Although the tressym may have a habit of making a passive-aggressive comment or two about the pair finally “settling down” lol.

Knowing that she wants to avoid scurvy, Gale takes it upon himself to find all the recipes he can that include lemon or orange, promising to make them for her. He loves cooking and is more than happy to adjust his ingredient list to suit her needs.

The both of them are constantly in pursuit of something more, something greater- a trait they admire in one another. They encourage each other in the best of ways, all while understanding that even though they're committed to one another, they’re committed to their unique goals as well.

Overall the two of them work great together! Their goals in life and love align just perfectly! Thanks to Nixie’s travels and Gale’s teaching, they become one of the best-known couples in Baldur’s Gate. Bards and poets alike write songs and prose dedicated to their relationship. It’s very safe to say they’re basically couple goals.

❂ Karlach would also make a good match for Nixie! She’s just as loud and adventurous and always down for a good time. Plus, Karlach is a tiefling as well, so she gets the discrimination that can come with the horns and tail.

Karlach and Nixie together are like the life of the party! They’re both so compassionate, even though their lives haven’t always been easy. Karalch admires Nixie so much for her rebellious spirit, choosing to free the slaves on slave ships she and her crew come across. Karlach herself was a slave once, and she would have given anything for someone like Nixie to come and rescue her before she was dragged to Avernus.

A date between the two of them involves A LOT of rum drinking. And singing. And karaoke. (Do they have karaoke in DnD? Well, whatever, they do now!)

So long as Karlach’s infernal engine gets fixed, I could see her enjoying a life spent mostly on the high seas. She’d love feeling like part of a crew/family and getting to stay by Nixie’s side. Just promise to keep the rum stocked for the journey, throw in a pirate’s hat, and Karalch’s on board!

The two of them are a fierce couple. They become well known as renegades, especially amongst other tieflings. In fact, they sort of become tiefling legends- being hailed as heroes for freeing many of their people from slave ships and never being afraid to punch a racist in the nose.

With the two of them together, there’s nothing they can’t face!

#bg3 matchup #baldurs gate x reader #gale x tav #gale imagine #karlach x tav #karlach imagine #bg3 x tav #bg3 matchups #baldurs gate 3 imagine #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #matchups

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discoverjoana · 2 months

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The Moonshadow-Robins legacy continues.

Meet Cari Moonshadow-Robins. She had the perfect life - she's the daughter of Fae Moonshadow [Bestselling Author] and Albert Robins [Sous Chef] - both successful on their chosen careers.

She's been surrounded by success, - her step-siblings - Nixie Moonshadow, a Marine Biologists [graduated with high honors] and Wade Moonshadow, an upcoming musical genius.

Her siblings - Cristopher and Maeve Robins [child]; and their parents adopted uncle [Grandpa Nikolai son], Bronson Westbrook

She carries the bloodline of the Moonshadow clan and as a successor of her father - Robins, they have high hopes on her.

Cari will be our legacy founder for the Into The Forest legacy challenge by @boobpancakes

GENERATION ONE: ELM

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy Career: None/Odd Jobs Traits: Noncommittal, High Maintenance, Romantic Color Association: White

You grew up with the perfect life, literally. Born to two wealthy, beautiful and successful entrepreneurs, you lived a life where your only worries consisted of which party you had to attend to next and whose bed you would be residing in that night. You’ve been surrounded by success, entertained by only the highest social circles. But all good dreams must come to an end. Your parents have given you an ultimatum: either graduate from college as a doctor or lose your inheritance. What’s a sim to do?

Being an adult is hard, however, and hardly ever goes as planned. Your partying lifestyle eventually catches up to you, and after a drunken night out with your best friends you end up having a stranger’s child. Now alone with an unwanted baby, your desperation becomes inspiration. You’ll show your parents you never needed to become a doctor.

master the violin skill, painting skill, and knitting skill (you can choose a different skill of your own choosing if you don’t have the pack)

make at least 2 good friends with at least one “negative” personality trait, party with them at least once every weekend as a young adult.

throw at least one party where your sim has 3 first kisses within the event (for funsies lole)

complete at least one week of university (or work) before having a one night stand that results in a daughter (you can cheat for this, and if you’re playing as a sim that can’t get pregnant, you can impregnate another sim and raise the child alone.)

drop out of college after having your child

live in an apartment for your entire YA life

have at least 2 children as a young adult that you are not close with, but your third and all others you have as an adult will have high friendship as they are considered a “planned” pregnancy (high friendship, high romance with partner/spouse). this child is your favorite. and it’s blatant.

marry the parent of the third child and move out of your apartment and into a home. no specifications on the build but think of it as your “white picket fence” moment.

#into the forest #into the forest legacy #forestlegacy #djsimblr #sims 4 gameplay #legacy challenge #ts4 legacy #discoverjoanasimsblr #Generation 1 - Elm #Cari Moonshadow-Robins #the never ending desire to start a legacy challenge #The Moonshadows #a legacy from another legacy

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imoonblaze · 1 year

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Esmeray the queen of fairy moth-bats

🌸Esmeray and Faory Moth-bat species belong to @imoonblaze 🌸Trollstopia belongs to Dreamworks

Well it's been a month since I showed Pandora, but this time I wanted to do something different and this… is to make an OC that wasn't directly a troll, a variant of a troll or a type of invented troll.

I bring you… Esmeray the queen of the fairy moth-bats. Esmeray is the current ruler and queen of her tribe the fairu moth-bats.

{BIOGRAPHY} 🌙NAME: Esmeray "queen of the Fairy Moth-bats" 🦇NICKNAMES: Esme 🦋 SEX: Female 🌙AGE: 20 years old 🦇SPECIES: Fairy Moth-bat 🦋PRONOUNS: She/her 🌙SEXUALITY: Pansexual 🦇OCCUPATION: Ruler and queen of the fairy moth-bats 🦋 VOICE ACTOR: ??? 🌙VOICE SINGER: ???

🦇LIKES: King Trollex, his friends, his tribe, doing magic, researching, studying old books of witchcraft or history, drinking hot chocolate with cookies, full moon, night, shapeshifting, stretching the wings, flying around the nights, the strawberry jam with cherries, the raspberries and getting to know new cultures and kingdoms.

🦋 DISLIKES: Spicy food, direct light (it hurts her eyes), that her tribe is in danger, hostile enemies and hawks

🌙PERSONALITY: Bold, curious, attentive, intelligent, creative and witty, funny, calm but firm if necessary, a free, caring, brave and determined soul.

🦇Friends: Poppy, Branch, Barb, Prince D, Cooper, Laguna, Holly, Synth, val, Blues, Rhythm, Bigggie, Satin & Chenille, smidge, Diamong Guy, Ercilia, Hoshi and Nixie

🦇Family: mother ???, father ???, sister ???

🌙Platonic love/love: king Trollex (I don't know…maybe they are more like friends?)

#Trollstopia #trolls dreamworks #trolls oc #trolls fanart #dreamworks trolls #Oc #Fairy #Bat #Moth

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the-boy-meets-evil · 3 months

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WIP Tag Game

post the last 7 sentences you wrote and tag 7 people. thank you to @minisugakoobies for the tag 💕

this is from a currently untitled fic, i'm not really sure what to say. it's darker than a lot of what i write. it's full of morally gray characters. but, for some context, reader is a former streetracer that gets roped back into a (potentially) dangerous job.

“Same old Nixie,” comes the amused voice. Your head spins around to find the voice, smile immediate and genuine. The gun gets disarmed and put to the side as fast as you pull it out. The man before you is shorter and much slimmer than the bold one before you. He’s also got long hair now, a kind of mullet, but he’s still the same person, still the best dressed in this otherwise dingy building. Examining his painted nails like he’s entirely unconcerned about you pulling out a gun. Probably because he’s seen you do it countless times before.

tagging (but no pressure): @effortandmore @ugh-yoongi @wooahaeproductions @highvern @shuadotcom @varietae @bitchlessdino (and anyone else that wants to do this, just say i tagged you so i can see your wips).

#tag games #current wip #i have no idea where this is going #it might be too big of a project

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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hi!!! for your writng event, i'd like to request a lil something for yoongi inspired by for Taylor Swift's Paper RIngs, especially the line "I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings".

thank you!! <33

→ Pairing: Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary: Yoongi cheers you up in the kitchen after a bad day, reminding you of just how much you love him.

→ Word Count: 1,027

→ Type: Drabble / Request

→ Genre: established relationship, fluff

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating: SWF

→ Warnings: Fluff. Some innocent kissing. Drinking wine.

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→ A/N: NIXIE OF COURSE. I have to admit I was super unfamiliar with the song, but I really tried to incorporate some of it in here, specifically with the number of kisses meaning different things, the little imagery of reading the same books / jumping into the pool, and obviously the quote. I hope this brings you a lil fluff and warmth!

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

By an unwritten rule, you are required to grumble when Yoongi hauls you up from the couch. You pout at him, trying to convey that the long work day has turned your bones to jelly and that there is no frame to hold your body up.

Seemingly, he gets it. Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight as he presses his chest against your back. His chin slots perfectly over your shoulder and he steals a shy kiss on the cheek. That makes you grin a little – perhaps the first one all day.

“You don’t have to do anything except stir,” your boyfriend promises. He begins to nudge you forward, dragging your movements in sync with his. “If you still want to wallow after, you are absolutely in your right to do so. But you asked for one hour of no sadness a day, and we’re doing it.”

You hum, frowning as he manages to drag your ass to the kitchen. You did ask him to hold you accountable for monitoring bad moods and not letting them consume your days and your life. So far, Yoongi had been really fucking good at it, too.

Perhaps it’s the years between you that have given him such amazing insight into who you are as a person. He knows to set you up in the kitchen by placing a glass of wine in your one hand while he slides a cooking spoon in the other: work and reward.

Yoongi knows that when you pout at him as he tosses the meat into a pan, you need just a little extra love. So he lets dinner sizzle as he leans over to you, hand abandoning his task to gently slip a curved finger under your jaw, tilting your mouth to his in a soft kiss that tastes a little bit like sweet red wine and just… Yoongi.

“I know it was a long day,” he murmurs. He presses another chaste kiss to your lips, making your head spin. He pulls away and thinks better of it, stealing a final kiss, nose brushing softly against yours. Your mind is heady with his plush mouth. “It’ll be all right.”

You remember the first time you kissed Yoongi. It had come as a surprise, an act of bravery when you had been crying over failing an exam. He had been sitting next to you on the bench overlooking the lake on campus, and before you knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against yours.

Even two years later, it makes your head spin. You had been friends with him for years, chewing on a massive crush like a dog on a bone. Being afraid to ruin your friendship has long since been a fear of the past. The softness of his lips at the minty breath of the gum he always chewed had chased away that fear then, and it does now.

Yoongi goes back to cooking gesturing at the noodles that you have now abandoned in favor of staring at his side profile: soft nose, feline eyes, pouted lips and if you squint, freckles.

“What are you thinking about?” he prompts as you stir the pasta. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

He shrugs. “A cute one.”

“I was thinking about the first time you kissed me.” He goes red from his button nose to his ears. You feel the smile growing on your face, hiding the grin in your glass of wine as you take a sweet sip. It’s a little too sweet, but it’s Yoongi’s favorite. “It was just… so unexpected. I never knew you liked me.”

He snorts. “Everyone else did. I mean don’t get me wrong, I like reading, but I curated my bookshelf after the pile I saw next to your bed freshman year.”

“Really?” He’s never told you that. He shrugs shyly, focused on the sizzle of the pan and popping oil. “That’s cute. Remember that time you jumped into Seokjin’s pool in the middle of the night after that cold snap? Jin didn’t really dare me to follow you – I just did cause I wanted to relate to you.”

“Huh. Kind of dumb, huh?”

“Well I get to sleep next to you now so… perhaps not.”

He grins. You’ve forgotten about your bad day. Forgotten about the way Monday makes your step drag, makes you sag at the edges. Yoongi always has that effect on you, taking your attitude and turning it around with gentle hands.

“I was always worried you wouldn’t return the sentiment.” Yoongi turns the burner off. You do the same, steam wafting around your hand. In tandem, you move around the kitchen, trained in the art of living around one another. “I didn’t have much to offer.”

“Yoongi,” you chide, pouring pasta into the strainer. “I didn’t care about that shit then, and I wouldn’t now.”

“I know, but it’s nice to know that now I have the stability to buy you a ring when we get married.”

“Is that a promise of marriage?”

He steals the fourth kiss from you as he turns on the cold water, cooling the pasta a bit. “It always has been. From that first kiss, I wanted to marry you.”

“Well as it turns out, ring or not, I would marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, I would. I love you. I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings.”

And you’re absolutely serious. Since the moment you started dating, you’ve pictured a life with Yoongi. Pictured being the one he leans into when he just needs a moment to cry. To be the person for him when he needs a steady hand to give him courage. To be the one that he saved that secret smile of his for, the one where he tucks his face into his shoulder, smile full of gums and eyes squinted.

When you turn to the fridge to get sauce out, Yoongi smiles. Runs his hand over the box in his back pocket. Watches as you stand on your tiptoes to get what you want. “Good to know,” he murmurs. “And I love you too.”

#min yoongi #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x you #domestic yoongi #suga bts #bts fanfic #suga fanfic #suga x you #halishappyagust #haliiimedewrites #haliiimede requests #yoongi fluff #suga fluff

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