#this is inspired by me thinking i should get started on drafting Two Sides tomorrow. as i now have the first five chapters outlined

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when you haven't written in a while the thought of writing feels so overwhelming. even just. one scene. it's like "you're telling me my empty dumb brain has to come up with words and put them in the right order and they have to make sense AND sound good and also they have to Evoke Emotion? how about I just end it all"

#the first draft doesn't have to be good but CONSIDER. i don't think i can write even something mediocre rn #this is inspired by me thinking i should get started on drafting Two Sides tomorrow. as i now have the first five chapters outlined #and i'm off of work rn so no better time than the present right #i feel like an idiot and a fraud just spending all my time writing and rewriting timelines and outlines and not actually drafting #aka writing anything lol #rayrambles

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All I Want - Kim Namjoon x Reader

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader, OC x Reader

Genre: Romance? Idol AU, Drama, Angst?, Best Friends to (???)

Warning(s): Cursing/Language. Angsty angst? Get your tissues... i think... or not. Two shoes being thrown at Joonie .UNEDITED!

Word count: 12k (I'm so sorry, I got too carried awaaayyy~)

Summary: Kim Namjoon has been in love with his high school best friend ever since he first laid eyes on her. Nearly fifteen years later, he's known all around the globe as BTS's leader RM, but none of that matters to him personally, because all he ever wanted aside to live his dreams was to be with Y/n. However, it seems it's too late. She's about to get married in the following day and he's too afraid to watch her be forever in the arms of someone else that isn't him and for the first time since he's debuted, he wants to try and confess again, even though he knows that this time it's going to be different. He knows you're not going to stay. No amount of pleading and begging will make him yours. So, this time he's going to do that right thing and confess, not to make Y/n changer her mind, but to say goodbye. It's right thing to do anyway... Nothing could possibly go wrong .... right?

Author's Note: I *legit* forgot that this song existed until i read This Chapter of House of the Omegaverse by @sopejinsunflower and remembered it. Without giving much away, the scene goes with Namjoon and the reader looking at each other while the reader was singing it, and I remember how I felt like someone abruptly pulled my heartstrings leaving in a tiny angst mood. And that was moooonths ago btw lol. That story was an inspiration for this and this baby has been sitting on my drafts since House of the Omegaverse ended (please go check out @sopejinsunflower 's work 🥺) I'm a bit behind schedule but I'm pretty sure it's still September 30 in California ... Hopefully lmao. This was originally for Namjoon's birthday, but I got busy so here I am lol. Please leave your feed back in the comments or send me an ask teehee don't be shy😄 And btw, this is completely unedited most parts were written while I was half asleep and tired on the shuttle headed home lol. ENJOOOOYYY!

Armand (OC [Korean Englishmen/JOLLY]) is none other than this young man right here.

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Namjoon closed his eyes as the cool wind blew past his face, relished the last night he was going to spend with his long time best friend who was getting married when the morning comes. 6 hours. That's all he needed and that was all the time he got. The sun was already starting to set when he opened his eyes to gaze at the sight before him.

Her. She was wearing a pastel blue dress with small white polkadots, light make-up on her face that accentuated her eyes and enhanced her best features. Her eyes he thought Her eyes are the most beautiful set of eyes he's ever seen. She was looking around the floor watching happily as waiters walked past our table with food on the trays they were balancing elegantly with one hand.

"Oh, Joon," she smiles as she brings the wine glass to her lips to take a sip "I'm so excited for tomorrow, everything went as planned and tomorrow, I'm finally going to be a married woman and have my dream wedding"

"I'm happy for you," he gave her a smile "Truly?" she asks. Namjoon cocks his head to the side, a habit he's that shows his disappointment and sometimes, his disapproval of a certain situation.

"What is it?" she asks, her smile slowly fading, concerned for her best friend "Is everything alright?" Instead of answering, he picks up his glass of whiskey and downs it in one go, slightly wincing at the burn as he contemplates on whether or not he should spill his emotions and tell her how he truly feels, or hold back, let her be happy and never see her again as long as he lives.

"Namjoon" she calls him, making him slowly look up at her "I'm excited about tomorrow, but I'm also nervous"

"Don't be," he tells her in a low voice as he controls himself from talking more than he should.

"Joonie, remember when we went to the beach?" Y/n asks "You know, the place where we met up because I needed your help with my math homework" he simply nods at her not trusting his voice. He's drank enough whiskey for tonight to last a lifetime, he thinks. He motions for the bill at their waiter who was patient waiting for them to leave as they were the last customer of the restaurant for the night.

Namjoon planned everything for this particular evening, he planned of making sure that she had a relaxed night where she wasn't going to worry about anything, including the wedding but what he didn't plan was to entertain the nagging thought he had to tell her how he's really felt for the past 15 years of his life, but at the same time he was scared. Scared to lose her, he decided to shut his mouth and let her, watch her meet someone else, fall for someone else... love someone else.

The night of the engagement, Namjoon watched as videos and pictures of Y/n and her now soon to be husband to be all smiles and happiness on the timeline of his social media accounts, the comments filled with happy wishes and he felt... numb... and angry. No. Not angry. Furious. Furious at himself for being a coward and not trying hard enough, and not expressing what he really felt about her all these years.

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He waited, until 5 years ago when he thought he'd visit her college campus to pick her up and take her out on a date, hoping she wouldn't say no. But he was too late, so there she was, walking out of the college building, laughing and smiling as she ran into the arms of a man he didn't know, and surprised him the most, they two kissed. And it definitely didn't look friendly. Namjoon unknowingly clenched his jaw and fists at the sight, crushing the poor stems of the bouquet of peonies and sunflowers that he brought for Y/n especially for this occasion.

"Are you okay, Mon-ah?" Jin asks from the driver's seat, looking at the rare view mirror.

"I don't think so, hyung," Yoongi answers for him from the passengers side, nodding his head at the direction Y/n was still smiling and laughing, then they're holding hands as they walked away from the building.

Jin didn't need words to start driving back to their dorm, and when they arrived the maknaes were outside waiting for them with an expectant gaze in their eyes. Parking the car, Namjoon quickly got out, slamming the car door with a bit too much force. Roughly throwing the bouquet on the nearby bin, he walks like a man on a mission to the end of the street.

"Let's go after him," Hobi says and they all nod as the maknaes look at their hyungs in confusion.

"What happened?" Taehyung asks

"Did she turn hyung down?" Jimin questions

"Is Rap Mon-hyung okay?" Jungkook asks in a small voice, his lips curling inward as he bites them nervously.

Jin sighs as he leads the younger boys to walk in the direction where Namjoon was headed. Wrapping an arm around Jungkook's shoulder he looks at them and simply says" Don't say anything alright? It didn't end the way we thought it would," he says in a quiet voice" And I think it would be best not to ask him anything related to Y/n for now. "

"What happened then?" Jimin asks him, still walking. Hobi and Yoongi were already ahead, trying to catch up with Namjoon's fast paced, angry stomps on the pavement. As Jin told the stories to the maknaes and watched the sadness and pity in their eyes grow, Namjoon was already at the park and was being to climb the big tree.

"Uhh... Namjoon-ah, please be careful," Hobi says nervously as he looks at Yoongi who also had no idea how to stop the brokenhearted boy from climbing the tree.

"Namjoon-ah, careful!" Yoongi yells "Please! I have no fucking idea how I'm going to explain to your parents why you're doing what you're doing right now if you get hurt climbing a damn tree because of a broken heart!"

"Oh shit," Jin yells as he heards the last bit of Yoongi's sentence "Namjoon-ah, get back down here!" he yells his neck and ear turning red from the fear and the anger he was feeling for the most clumsy person he's ever known his entire life climbing said tree.

"What is hyung doing?" Jungkook asks

"Don't you dare ever follow his footsteps kid, you could, but don't do reckless shit he does," Yoongi warns the youngest.

"I'm calling Bang PD-nim and Sejin-nim" Jin announces as he pulls out his phone to call their producer, but his actions were stopped when the loudest sound he's heard in his life made him drop his phone on the sand, startled.

"YAAAAAAHH!!! FUCKING BASTARD!!!" Namjoon yelled from the highest point of the tree that he was able to cry. He was breathing heavily, on the verge of crying "YOU JUST HAD TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING SWEET TIME, HUH?!" He yelled at the open air at himself "THERE YOU GOD DAMN GO, YOU IDIOT! YOU FUCKING LOST YOUR CHANCE TO DATE THE GIRL YOU WANTED FOR SO DAMN LONG"

Without giving it much thought, Jungkook started climbing the other side of the tree making sure his brothers didn't see him. Namjoon stared at the maknae once he was leaning on the branch in front of him.

"What are you doing here, Jungkook-ah?" Namjoon asks him softly after he was done yelling about, looking away from him wiping a tear discreetly but Jungkook saw it "I felt bad for you, hyung, so I followed you up here instead even though Yoongi hyung told me not to." he shrugged.

Bang PD-nim and Sejin-nim arrived "Mon-ah, get down from there," Sejin-nim said "You're gonna get hurt!"

"What's the maknae doing there with him?" Bang PD-nim ask Hobi and Yoongi who suddenly look around them only to find the maknae missing.

"You little brat!" Yoongi yelled "I told you not to climb the tree,"

"Don't worry, hyung," Jungkook called back, "I'd do the same for all of you," then turned towards Namjoon "What happened with Y/n, hyung? I thought you'd be happier when you returned."

Namjoon took another deep breath "She uh..." he cleared his throat before continuing, he felt like he was running out of air to breathe because of what he had witnessed earlier "She was with another guy, they're probably dating. She never told me that she was seeing someone else."

Jungkook bit on his lip as he listened to his hyung explain what happened when he was about to leave the car, go up to her and ask her out on a date but was rudely interrupted by a man who seemed to have already taken his place. After a few more minutes talking to Jungkook, thanks to his distraction, Bang PD-nim and Sejin-nim were up to date on what was going on and decided to make him face the music so to speak. Y/n arrived at the park, she was on a date with Armand, the exchange student who she's been seeing for months in secret, when she got a call from the boys' manager and cut the date short when they said that Namjoon was on a tree. It was enough to send her in a panicked frenzy to leave the date abruptly to somewhat save her best friend.

"Namjoon-ah," she called from where the other men were standing. Namjoon's dragon shaped eyes widened and his lips slightly pursed as his gaze shifted from Jungkook slowly to looking below him where Y/n stood, a panic-stricken look on her face and sadness in her eyes.

"Namjoon-ah, please get down here before you hurt yourself," she half begged half demanded

"Don't worry about me, I'm okay," Namjoon tries to reassure her

"Joonie-ya," she calls out to him, so far she's the only one who calls him that and he's allowed it because he has feels for her "I don't know what exactly happened, but you didn't have to climb a tree because you're mad that the girl you like didn't go out with you," behind her, Namjoon saw Yoongi was mouthing that she doesn't know it's her and Jin was giving him a thumbs up that all was well.

"Just get down here and let's talk about it if you wanna," she offers "if not, well... just write a song about it and rip it off like a band aid. You'll move on, Joonie, you'll love someone else, and I promise they'll love you back"

"That's not what I want, Y/n-ssi" he tells her "I don't want anyone else, all I want in this world is y-"

"Ya, Namjoon-ah" Hobi yells out to him, enough to cut his sentence before he said something he wasn't ready to say yet and Hobi's voice was loud enough for Y/n not to hear the end of what Namjoon said "Get down here before we call the firefighters to get you back down here!"

"Joonie-ya," Y/n called out to him one last time "We don't always get what we want, some of us just happen to be lucky. I just left my date alone because they said you're up, stuck on a tree like a stubborn cat."

"Y-you did that? W-why?" Namjoon stuttered "Because you're important to me Namjoon-ah!" she yells back at him, "And right now, I'm pissed because I didn't get to eat! Now get down here so we could go back to your dorm so I can cook Jjajjangmyeon for all of us, or you could just stay there are starve. You look like a dumb dragon perched on a small tree, you punk. I can't believe I'm yelling at an Idol who's stuck on a damn tree like a cat," she stomps her foot on the ground. The men around them watching the interaction found it funny that Hobi was taking a video for future purposes, mainly friendly blackmail. What made Hobi laugh was the way Y/n walked out of the park and headed for the grocery, maknae's (minus Jungkook) following her. When they were out of earshot Bang PD-nim chuckled at the sight before turning to Jin "Guess you only needed her help, get the receipt from the grocery and let me know her bank account to give her a refund. Get your groceries too," he says pulling out a couple of bills and handing it to him "Just in case." then he turned to the man on the tree "Namjoon-ah, get down there and take your girl's advice," he calls out to him grinning and he walks back to his car with Sejin-nim. That evening, Y/n cooked dinner with the help of Jin, Yoongi and Hobi. Despite the cramped space, they were able to walk back and forth in circles and prepare dinner. Namjoon was sitting in front of Y/n, he watched her with sad eyes as he ate. He didn't know whether he was supposed to break everything in his path or just cry, and it wasn't until she left the dorm that Namjoon went back to the nearest convenience store with notebook and ballpen on hand. After two cups on coffee, he wrote about how he felt into two songs, one of them later down the line gave them their first award and a gave them a lot of recognition, the other one... was something that he wanted tell her. But told himself that when they record the song he wanted it to sound almost like haunting accusation.

"I need you and run." he says to himself, cocking his head to the side sighing, he mutters "Please get the message," only to be disappointed that she didn't know it was about her.

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"Hey, earth to Namjoon," you called out to him smiling "you still there?"

"Yeah, sorry," Namjoon shook the memory from his head a d chuckled "Sorry, I had a mini flashback that's all,"

"Ooh," she leans forward, elbows on the desk and a hand on her cheek "What's it about?"

"Remember when I went up a tree? After this girl didn't go out with me."

She thought about it for a second before she laughs "Is that the one where I cooked Jjajjangmyeon for us and you looked like you were gonna cry on your food?"

"Wait," his eyes widened slightly "You saw that?"

"It's hard not to see it, Joonie," she smiles sympathetically "Your aura screamed that you were heartbroken that's why I cooked, because if I remember it right, it's your comfort food in some sort of way"

Namjoon nods, he felt the exact same thing when your engagement was announced, and he went up the same tree again. To his surprise, the other members followed him and the maknae did exactly what he did that day, he went up the tree. But he didn't scream out his frustrations and their stay didn't last long because this time he came down without your help, and this time he cried in front of his brothers. Telling them that he's lost his chance with you.

"I still am," he admits "Not being loved in return by someone who you've loved for all those years is heart breaking." She nodded. Namjoon asks for the bill and as they get into Namjoon's car, he asks the driver to drop off Y/n first.

They were in front of the villa she was renting with her family and friends, including him and the other members, when Namjoon decided to end his pain. Ripping off a band aid, like she said.

"There's something I have to say, but there are two promises I need to know you'll keep as I tell you this story. The first promise is that you let me say everything on one go and ask me questions later,"

"Alright..." she trailed off hesitant "Go ahead?"

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon had a moment where he thought about letting it go and never letting her know, but there was also that selfish part of him that was begging to be let out. And he liked listening to that part of him.

"I was gonna ask this girl out years ago," he stared at her "I was ready to go out with her after knowing her for years. I've been... In love with her for the past fifteen years; that's from the moment I met her until today." he stopped gaging her reaction and so far so good, she was intently listening, so he continued.

"I met her in English classes." he bites his lip, knowing she's going to finally know how he's felt after all these years, and he didn't know what else to do other than let his mouth run, so he looked away from her. Watching the light of the room that she's staying in, the room that was joined with his, only to be divided by a large bathroom.

"She was wearing her uniform, with a lavander and gray hoodie on top, which made it easier for me to find her. You see I had a crush on her, she's really smart and well spoken, gentle and kind, full of light and laughter, and most of all she had kindness I could never compare to anybody else. When I finally walked up to her, I pretended not to know what our homework was to have an excuse to have her look at me past the glasses and the awful haircut, and you did, " he smiles at the memory before quickly glancing at her. She was slightly wide eyed with his last statement making him look at his hands, suddenly they were very interested to look at.

"I never asked you back then because... do you even remember how I looked like?! I had a bowl cut, it wasn't really hot or cool. So, I told myself, once we get into college I'll ask you out. But it took a while before college was something that I really had to do. I had to work first, we debuted and had to work even harder, I did everything I could to keep you. But that day, I had a bouquet of your favorites, peonies and sunflowers. I was in Jin-hyung's car with him, Yoongi and Hoseok, we showed up at the university. We came home from tour that day and I was really excited to see you, but instead I met you in a different circumstance. You kissed Armand right before I could even get out of the car, and I felt my heart shatter. Jin-hyung drove back to the dorm and we all walked to the park where you saw all of us. I ate dinner with a broken heart because I took too long to ask you out. I wrote songs about you. I need you and run were written that evening. Serendipity, Trivia: Love, Home, The truth untold, they're all about you and for you.

"I've been in love with you for these past fifteen years and I'm such a coward that I never told you in person and now you're going to get married to somebody else" he bit his lip as tears pooled in his eyes "It's so cliché for someone to fall in love with their best friend but what can I do, I'm just a human being who happens to be in love with you and now I'm losing you,

"I lost you to him," he looks out the window, he refuses to look at her not knowing that she too was crying at the secret that he's kept for so long. She's never seen him harshly wipe his tears away in frustration before except for time when the group was deciding on breaking up which never happened.

"I don't expect you to feel the same way or to back out of the wedding, but I wanted to let you know."

"Why now?" she asks in a small voice, Namjoon barely heard her if it wasn't for the silence ringing out in the car "Because the feeling has been eating me up. It's selfish of me do this because you're getting married in less than 12 hours, I know that. But you know me better than I know myself, baby." he whispers the endearment, not knowing she heard him.

Y/n turned to open the door, before she could get a foot out the door Namjoon speaks behind her "I might not stay for the entire ceremony tomorrow, I can't stand there in the aisle behind your husband to be and watch the two of you seal your marriage and your vows with a kiss, wishing it was me instead. I just can't,

"And I'm staying out of your lives, you'll never hear from me again in person. Consider it a wedding present." he states as Y/n finally gets out of the car, but not without closing the door with a bit more force than the usual. Namjoon flinched as his heart breaks, watching his security guard hold out an umbrella for her as it started raining heavily, quietly he lets his tears fall.

"Sir?" his driver asks hesitantly. Namjoon's driver has been around for 7 years now, so he has seen how madly in love Namjoon was with Y/n. Everyone saw it but never said a word to Y/n about it, the would even talk about how lucky she was to have caught the attention of Namjoon even before debut day. Some of them evwn assumed at one point that they were dating because of how Namjoon would look at her lovingly whenever she wasn't looking, "She'll come around, sir" he tries to lift the mood by giving Namjoon positive thoughts, but the only thing that would make Namjoon happy was to have her, but this was his reality and he knew that.

"Not everyone gets a happy ending," he says sad

"But destiny gives it to those who deserve it," his driver tells him

"I..." Namjoon started "I don't think I believe in destiny anymore... she... seems cruel to those she abandons..." his driver simply nodded as they drove back to the hotel.

Falling onto the bed, Namjoon stared at the ceiling letting everything he had just done marinade into his reality. Pick up his phone he quickly sends a text to his group chat with the other members before turning off his phone as notifications started coming in.

Namjoon: She knows everything. I asked the driver to leave the drive in her room earlier.

Back the house where Y/n in preparation for her wedding, everyone was fast asleep except for her mother who was waiting for her in yer room a paper bag on the table next to her.

"Oh good, you're back," she says smiling "Let's get ready for bed, you need enough rest for tomorrow,"

Nodding at her mom then at the paper bag beside her she asks, "What's that?"

"Oh, right," she lightly exclaimed "Namjoon's driver left it for you, he says it's a wedding gift." Y/n slowly opens the bag that her mom hands out before sitting beside her at the end of the bed.

Pulling out a heavy item that was as the side of a DVD but thicker.

"What is it?" her mom asks alout of curiosity, but she knew well what it was and what it possibly consisted.

With tears pooling in her eyes, she looks at her mother finally letting everything she learned tonight sink in.

"Do you think I'm making the right decision? Marrying Armand?" I ask her

"While you're very much in love with Namjoon?" she asks sighing "No. But if you're asking me for the sake of the feeling of because you just want to be married, then it's also a no.

"I love Armand, he's a great kid. Treats you right and all, but I don't think he's really ready to settle down. I have a feeling that you're just going to be an unhappy trophy wife when you get older. I even see you two probably getting divorced because I think you're only together for the sake of convenience, but I don't see you too completely in love with each other."

Y/n pulls her in for a hug, rubbing her back as she sobbed in her mother's arms, "You're the only one who knows the right answer, no one is forcing you to choose someone. It's your decision to follow your heart by following what you know in your head is right." Slowly her mom leaves her alone to rest once she's calmed down.

Picking up the hard drive she noticed two invisible sticky note on it, sitting on the chair in front of her laptop which was on a coffee table she reads the note that says,

Condition two: Before you plug this in to your laptop, promise me that you will forgive me for everything. For not telling you that I love you sooner.

I wish I did, it's something I'll regret until my dying breath. So please, humor this clumsy, old soul. Forgive me.

x. NJ.

Carefully taking them off of the surface of the drive and placing them on the empty pads of the laptop, she plugs it in only to be greeted by a password screen.

Your color of your favorite ice-cream that I'll never eat / Nature.

Letting out a chuckle and a quiet sob, she quickly types in 'green' then she had access. She was greeted with three folders each named 'Part 1- Start here', 'Part 2 - Dream of me.' and 'Part 3 - Farewell'. Deciding to respect his wishes, she opens the first folder, inside was one video entitled 'Open me' that she ended up playing. As the player loaded up, she was greeted by Namjoon's tired appearance. Chin on the palm of his hand that rested on the arm rest of his chair.

I guess this is gonna be the first video? he mutters to himself as she sighs heavily, sitting up to look straight into the camera

Okay... Hi? I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing. I just finished a whole bottle of whiskey with Yoongi hyung. He didn't exactly stop me so... I kept drinking. Today is... he pauses to look at the screen of his phone

December 28th. Y/n's breath was caught on her throat, it was the night of she announced her engagement to Armand.

Actually it's the 29th, it's past midnight. You probably know what today is - or yesterday, but I'll remind you because I'm good ol' pal of yours. he took a deep breath as he rubbed his temples You got engaged a couple of hours ago he sings sadly to himself Hence, whiskeeeyyyy. My best friend.. aside from the members... and you.

Namjoon pours the amber liquid on to a glass that had one ice, swirled it around a couple of times before drinking it in one go as if it was a shot of Soju.

I'm doing this... thing, he motions a hand to the camera as a farewell. Because you're going to belong to someone else, and that someone ain't me, baby, he takes another swig before continuing I'm gonna send you a copy of all of these, he grabs the camera from where it was placed and pointed it to the screen of his computer monitor that was showing organized folders dated by year.

I'm gonna turn this into a huge ass movie and give you a copy. Just to show you how much... I love you, he mutters the last part to himsepf probably knowing by now that the microphone picked it up. Namjoon puts the camera back to where it originally was then he looks directly at it, I'll always love you. But I wanna show you how I fell in love with you and why. I can do it in two ways: write you a song or pile all these up into a movie... or both.

He lazily grins at the camera before saying I've already done the first part, so now imma do this. Originally, I planned making this for you so that one day when I confessed my love for you and I proposed, I would play this as a proposal video or when ended up getting married, this was gonna be my wedding present. But since, neither of those are gonna happen this is gonna be my wedding and parting present for you.

He eventually stops talking and after a minute or two of spacing out he suddenly says Keep your end of the promise. Please. The second one is important. At least send me a text or tell someone to relay it to me if you don't want to talk to me directly. Just let me know you forgive me for my cowardice and for me never seeing you again.

The video ends and Y/n moves on to the enxt folder where she found a scanned file that she opens and finds a handwritten letter from Namjoon.

"You used to say you like romantic stuff like keeping pictures, handwritten notes, late night dates, random short dates, text messages about your day and sweet boba tea with snacks whenever you were sad. I gave you all that, I hope he does that and if he does hope he'll continue to do that for you even when you're old and gray, you deserve that. You deserve it."

Closing the image file, she moves on to the video and when her video player launched and the video was playing she was greeted by pictures of her with Namjoon from when they met from the first time when she transferred to Seoul. Pictures kept moving back and forth from the screen, even a few video clips played, including ones she's never seen before. The first one that surprised her was a video clip from her college orientation, the boys were already quite known around the country and they were already making a name for themselves abroad, and Namjoon surprised her by traveling back home to South Korea even just for a day to see her, months before he had to be convinced to get down from a tree. In the video, the college seniors made the freshmen perform and she was singing Dream a little dream of me, a song Namjoon knew but a talent he never knew she had. He was with Hobi when they sneaked in the auditorium and while she was performing Hobi took a video of the whole performance backstage with her on one side and Namjoon's side profile on the other. He was staring, jaw dropped at the sight before him. He was in love with her, that was the moment he fell and Hobi pointed it out as everyone applauded when Y/n performance ended.

"Holy shit, Hoba," he gapes

"Is that your girl, Namjoon-ah?" Hobi asked only to catch Namjoon's reaction on camera as he slowly nods and mutters "yeah... that's my girl right there... " Y/n heart dropped when she heard his words. The had to go back a few times when he said it, she wanted to believe it... so bad. Every picture was now a pulling at her heart strings and it was past midnight when she got to the last folder containing a video entitled 'Farewell.', and not having any other choice, she played it. Recognizing the background of the the hotel in Las Vegas when they had their concert for Permission to dance, she knew the video was fairly recent.

Hey, me again. Probably for the last time by the time you watch this. I'm not sure if I wanna watch you exchange vows with him tomorrow. I don't have the heart or the guts to face that, call me a coward all you want. Call me all the names you want to. I'm pretty sure I deserve it. he sighs, leaning back on his chair and stretching his largs arms out. I'm tired, but you came today to surprise us. He doesn't know you're here, and I love you for that, breaking all your rules for me, and it's taking everything in me to stop myself from knocking at your door that's across mine; to kiss you senseless and make you forget he ever existed but I have to stop myself he chuckles, shaking his head slightly so for tonight, before you join me in my museum hopping adventure across the country, I'll stay up wishing, hoping, praying even, that you will come knocking at my door asking if you could sleep over because your room feels weird. You used to do that when you joined us on tour for Love Yourself, you spent your entire summer vacation with us and I loved every minute of your presence. Even as you slept next to me in my hoodie.

He stops talking for a good second as he reminisces and he before he continued, he looked directly at the camera as if looking directly at Y/n and says I want to see you grow old beside me like that. But if I ever get the guts to see you one last time, may it be on the day of your wedding or the night before as long as you know how I feel about you. Whether you accept it or not, return it or, most likely, not. I'll live the rest of my days knowing that I never find anyone else who will make me feel the way you did, and I'll never look at another woman the way I look at you. If I were to be selfish, I want you. You. You are all I'll ever want to live in this world, fuck air... fuck water... fuck food, man. You. Are. All. I. Want. And. Need. You're my everything, from the day I laid eyes on you I knew you were the one, all it took was for you to sing Dream a little dream for me to realize I was in love with you. But I was too late. And here we are. Me, watching you be another man's wife. You, watching me do all of this, just to ask for your forgiveness and to never get mad me for being a coward and not telling you all this sooner. I love you, Y/n. I don't understand why you can't see that... Namjoon' places his head in his hands as he starts crying, Y/n started crying wondering herself if she was making the right decision marrying Armand just to be an unhappy trophy wife in the future. I love you so much, I don't want you to marry him but I love you too much to disrespect your wishes and stop you from marrying him. That should be me, jagiya... you know that I don't exactly like him but I know you know what's best for you. So I'll let you go. Your happiness is all I want to see.

Harshly wiping his tears away, he says his goodbye I'll always be here when you need me, you know where to find me. And I'll still welcome you with open arms, as if all of this never happened. I'll wait. I'll always wait for you to come back home. But for now... farewell, baby. Namjoon blows a kiss at the camera before turning it off.

Y/n did go to his room that night complaining that the bed was uncomfortable whuch was true and that it was too cold, that was a white lie to steal a hoodie and he let her willingly. When she asked why his eyes were glassy, he waived it off saying he was really sleepy and tired, and she bought it. Y/n cried harder, muffling her loud sobs with the throw pillow that she was hugging while she was watching their videos.

She didn't cry because she because she knew deep down tonight was the last time she saw Namjoon, but she cried because for the first time since she met Armand, she knew she didn't fully love him.

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Bright light greeted Y/n when her mother and the bridesmaids pulled the curtains open letting the sunlight pour in, she spent the whole night crying as she rewatched all of the videos until she fell asleep at past 4am.And it wasn't even 5 hours since she was lulled to sleep.

"Good morning sunshine!!!" her maid of honor and best friend yelled, but stopped in their tracks when they saw her puffy face and reddish eyes "What in the world happened to you? You're not sick are you?!" she exclamed. Y/n shook her head saying that she just couldn't sleep, but the other ladies in the room knew otherwise. However, they decided not to comment on it.

Getting up to bathe, she tried her best to depuff her face specifically her eyes which felt very warm. While her make up was done and most of the swelling went down, Y/n eyes started tearing up and her lips started to quiver making the make-up artist stop to look at her mother and best friends for help, and help they did. Every one was rushed out of the room, once the door was shut Y/n couldn't help but cry harder than she did in the early morning. No words of comfort helped until her dad arrived, "I thought you had a wedding to prepare for, what's going on?" he asked concerned, as he closed the door and made his way to his daughter to pull her in a hug one her best friend asks "Is this about Namjoon?"

Y/n's head shot up as she looked up at her, "W-why would you ask that?" Y/n asks

"I saw him drop you off last night, I'm guessing the dinner didn't go because of the way I woke up past midnight and heard you crying in your room," she holds Y/n hand "When are you both going to stop being idiots?" Y/n mom asks

"Hey," he chuckles at his wife, arms still wrapped around his daughter in a hug "we're still idiots even at this age, the correct question is 'when are they going to stop being blind to what they really feel'."

Y/n stood up and walked towards her laptop bringing it to where her parents were sitting. Playing the videos her parents and best friend's reaction didn't change. Y/n kept her eyes on the floor, thanking God that they had enough time to spare before they did the first look of the bride and groom an hour before the wedding. Y/n parents looked at each other with a knowing look before looking at their daughter who was now quietly letting her tears stain the bathrobe and camisole she was wearing.

"Do you forgive him like he asked?" her mom asks to which she nods

"Do you love him back?" her dad asks to which she nods her head repeatedly and cries some more this time her sobs were heard throughout the room as her parents pull her in for a hug.

Back at the hotel, the rest of the boys were trying to convince Namjoon to get dressed but he just sat on the couch refusing to move, and none of them made an effort to make him stand up , not even Jungkook.

"Come on, man," Hobi says "You have to be there, call it a last glimpse or a last look at her. You'll never see her again after today,"

"I already said goodbye, Hoba," Namjoon said in a low whisper like voice "I don't need to do it in person,"

"Hyung," Jimin started "You told her she can ask questions right, then let her ask today, you might even get a chance to know if she forgave you,"

"Think about it, Namjoon-ah," Jin says as he fixes his neck tie "You'll get to keep the image of her walking down the aisle towards you forever embedded in your memory," Taehyung was able to tell off the eldest for being to mean but Jimin stops him before he could. Jin had a plan, and it was definitely worked the way Namjoon stayed silent before he slowly got up to head back into his room and they heard the shower running.

When they made it to the church, everyone was chatting about how beautiful the wedding was and how they couldn't wait to see the bride and groom. Namjoon sighs heavily for what felt like the hundredth time and it was just the afternoon. Namjoon sat down with the rest of Y/n friends and family, he didn't want to be there, but Jin somehow convinced him to. For an unknown reason, he wanted that. He wanted the image of Y/n walking down the aisle looking like a blooming bride in his memory until his dying breath.

Back in the villa where the first look was about to take place, Armand stood facing a tree covered with sheer golden ribbons and fairy lights reminding him of Christmas ribbons put on trees for decoration. Y/n was in the hallway having a word with one of production staff filming the wedding and the photographer, though her parents managed to get her in the wedding dress she didn't look quite happy as she wanted to be.

"It doesn't feel right," she comments when her mom was right in front of her fixing her dress

Her mom hummed "That's because you've been in love with your best friend and didn't even know it until last night," she smiles "You know the right thing to do, your dad and I raised you well to know what's right and to choose what makes you happy. You're a smart woman, you'll figure it out,"

And now, staring at her fiance's back she knew what to do.

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Namjoon was on his third glass of champagne when they announced that the wedding was about to begin. With the glass being snatched away from him by Jimin, who drank it all in one go before returning it to the waiter that walked by.

"That was mine," he slightly glared at Jimin "Well, it's in my stomach now having a party with the hors d'oeuvres," he smiles at him smugly. Namjoon decided to drop the topic trying his best not to get too pissed or he was going to lose his mind and temper.

As soft music starts playing, everyone turns around to watch the entourage except for Namjoon, he stares straight ahead and when the groom finally takes his place their eyes meet. Armand nods at him and Namjoon returns it. When the maid of honor, your best friend was finally done walking the aisle, everine was patiently waiting for Y/n, but the modernized wedding march didn't play making the six members look at each other confused when Jungkook tells them she's at the door of the ceremony area. He even pointed it out, making them turn around discreetly and he was right, ends of your wedding dress was peeking at the foggy glass near the base of the door. It would appear for a second then it would disappear only to appear a few seconds later, Jungkook felt nervous for the groom but a part of him was happy. He knew you were pacing. Biting his lip to stop himself from disrespectfully smirking at the groom, he looks down to close his eyes from anyone seeing his hopefulness, but the other members except for Namjoon knew what he was thinking as the look each other with smiling eyes. Namjoon's farewell and last appearance did more than just evoke emotions that she's buried years ago. It was, at mere moments before her wedding, making her choose what she knew was right.

Behind the closed door, Y/n paced as she thought about what she was going to say. Her dad was relaxed but concerned with her pacing. It was a good ten minutes before she looked at her dad and finally nodded. He didn't know what was going on inside her head but he trusted her and her decisions. He just prayed she had known earlier so they didn't have to worry too much about spending on a wedding like this. Taking her dad's arm, the wedding planner and production team already knew what was about to happen but they weren't too worried.

As the wedding march played, Namjoon and Armand's eyes meet one last time, and Armand mouths something at him that he didn't quite understand, it made Armand chuckle and instead pointed at him mouthing you followed by a thumbs up. Still not understanding he turns around to look at Y/n who was a few feet away from him. The sight of her made him gasp quietly, Jin was right and he was glad he listened. It was worth it to see her in white walking down the aisle and remember it for the rest of his life. She looked beautiful it was painful to look at her, he wanted to tear his eyes away from her gaze, but didn't have the heart to look at the love of his life be a vision in white and ignore it.

Y/n was surprised when she spotted Namjoon standing with the rest of the members and her family. She kept her eyes on him until he turned to look at her and for the first time since she turned away from what she felt for him, she finally realized why she fell in love with him all those years ago. When Y/n finally reached the end the aisle, she and Armand smiled at each other before facing the pastor and before he could even get a eord out Armand beat him to it, "Give us a second please," he whispered which surprised the pastor but none the less respected it, turning to Y/n who was staring in space he gently calls her name making her turn to him slowly. Giving her a kind, small smile and nod he says "Go ahead, I'll take care of everything. You don't need to worry about it. I was the one who dragged you into this in the first place."

Y/n looked up at him with teary eyes, "But..."

"Remember what I said an hour ago?" he asks to which she nods in response "Do it."

Turning around, he faces their guests lightly touching her elbow as a way of letting her know she can go, and when he chuckles and tells her to go without making a second thought she grabs the however many yards of tulle of her wedding dress and runs for the exit.

"And she finally lives her Julia Roberts moment," he shakes his head in disbelief as he laughs while everyone gasps at Y/n's actions.

"Everyone calm down, it's okay," Armand reasures them. The seven boys including Namjoon who felt a chill down his spine looks back and forth between the groom and the door that Y/n just disappeared off to. While the entire guests were speaking amongst each other in loud volumes, Armand makes his way towards Namjoon grinning like a fool, "Go after her," he says making Namjoon stare it him as if he's lost his mind

"What?!" Namjoon says in disbelief that is sounded as if he squeaked "What the fuck are you going on about?"

"Just go. Go find her, you know where. Tell her hiw you really feel," Armand says

"I have no clue what you're talking about, man," he denies

"Stop lying to me and to everyone including yourself, Namjoon," Armand exclaimed with a chuckle "We all know you love her, and she's in love with you,"

"That-... that is not true," Namjoon denies once more "She's supposed to be marrying you,"

"Out of convenience because I needed to get married for my father to pass the business on to me and she knew that from the beginning!" he interrupts Namjoon "We fell in love but I she stayed because she was heartbroken after seeing you with somebody else!" The other six boys who were listening were finding the story entertaining and they listened intently with wide eyes and jaws dropped.

"Y/n has been in love with you even before I met her, she's told me that but when she saw all of you in a club and you were with another girl, she got jealous and told me she doesn't love you anymore. But, brother, I know the look she gives you and the looks you give her when no body else is looking, now go. You know exactly where to find her, "

" Go! " the other members start yelling at him and start pushing him towards the exit

"Hey bro," Y/n best friend yells out "Bring her back here and get married or I'm marrying Jungkook,"

"Hurry back, please," Jungkook whispers at him before pushing him to the exit, all the members behind him. Namjoon's driver was already waiting for him in the car at the valet and as soon as he sits his driver gives him a loud laugh as he drives to the main road yelling "I told you so!" as they sped away, not knowing the other members were all packed up like sardines in a car following them.

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Y/n walked the halls of high school that he and Namjoon attended back when they were teenagers. It was pouring outside and she didn't bring a jacket or change out of her dress when she ran away. The students who saw her asked her if she was okay and why she was crying, explaining that they were tears of joy they waited on the roof of the school's entrance until their parents picked them up. Not being able to enter the school she walked around the building until she reached a nearby gazebo, the exact spot where she and Namjoon first locked eyes and exchanged awkward smiles at each other. The ends of her dress were turning brown with all the rainwater and mud she ran into, she was thankful that even though she was wearing heels they were closed shoes protecting most of her feet from rain.

Sitting on the gazebo bench, she leans down to take off her shoes, massaging her feet as she places both of it on the bench as she sat sideways. She was quite thankful that she was able to grab a taxi that took her halfway to the school with a small amount of money her best friend put in the pockets of her dress. Yes, she had her dress customized to have pockets and she was glad that it came in handy. Gazing out into the football field, she thought about how her body and her mind dragged her there. It was an unconscious thing that she did. Whenever she fought with Namjoon or Armand, or anyone for that matter, they would always find her here sitting on the gazebo. It was what Hobi called a Safe Zone, somewhere no one could get mad or attack her. It was her second safe zone anyway, first being Namjoon, but she stopped running to Namjoon unless she was devastated. He was the only one who was able to comfort her in ways Armand couldn't and he knew that.

That's why when he heard the faint footsteps of Y/n behind her, he had an inkling that the wedding wasn't going to happen from the way he saw her crying as she ran up the stairs and how devastated Namjoon looked as the car drove away. He knew that she finally found out that Namjoon was in love with her and he was okay with that, he accepted it. He even went up to her room hours after she arrived, he was about to knock on the door when he heard a loud sob and her quiet cries. He knew from that moment that the time he feared arrived but he wasn't angry, he was sad not for himself but for the both of them. For a precious friendship possibly broken.

"Armand?" she quietly calls for him making turn around and seeing her in her dress he thought she'd make a beautiful bride but not for him. Shaking her head with tears in her eyes, she starts apologizing to him.To her surprise, Armands steps forward and wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back gently "I know, I know. It's okay," he tries to soothe her "You can cry, it's okay. It's just us." And he let her. For a good few minutes he let her cry, tears staining his suit but he didn't mind.

"What am I supposed to do?" she asked when finally got the chance to breathe

"I'm not really sure what to tell you, Y/n, because as much as I want to marry you 'cause I love you and I can't force you to marry me when we both know that you're really in love with him."

"How come every one knows that?"

"Because we've all seen signs but chose to ignore it or shrug it off, simply because of the fact that we're dating. But every one could see right through the two of you, even I did.

"I'm not mad at you for being in love with him while you were with me, I just wished you realized sooner. It would've been less miserable and less painful for you both." he admitted, taking her hand he kisses her knuckles "I accept if you don't want to go through with the wedding anymore, but please do me a favor and walk down the aisle so they wouldn't think you just bailed on the wedding. You can run away right before everyone sits down. Just look around for a bit, you put a lot of hard work planning what you wanted,

"It just so happens that it's with the wrong guy," he smiles "Go be happy, love." he leans forward to kiss her forehead "You deserve happiness with the man you truly love,"

Namjoon asked to be dropped off at Y/n apartment thinking she would be there but tye receptionist mentioned that she didn't see Y/n enter the building making Namjoon runnto his building that was next door to see if she was waiting by his front door only to be disappointed. Walking back to the car he finally spots the car behind his driver and walks up to it, only to find his brothers squeezed in between the two rows of the Starex.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asks eyebrows pulling together

"Did you really think we were going to let run out to look for her on your own?!" Yoongi shot back at him "How in the world were you going to look for her?"

"You went to the most obvious places she would never go" Jin pointed out "She would never go back to her place or yours, it's not a great idea to wind down in a closed off area,"

"Well where do you think she went if you all think you're damned geniuses?" Namjoon exclaimed out of frustration "She's out in the middle of Seoul all alone in a fucking wedding gown and it's raining!"

"Watch your language, Namjoon-ah," Jin said in a stern voice that he rarely uses on his younger brothers "You don't have to be mad at us when all we're trying to do is help," Namjoon immediately backed down not wanting the eldest to be upset with him.

"I just..." he started "I need to find her, she gets sick easily and I don't want her to get hurt, she's out there all alone-"

"You're not kids anymore, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi tells him "She could handle herself, but I know what you mean about her being alonenand needing to find her asap. So start using that brain of yours to think about where she could go, somewhere only the two of you would know.

"There are so many places we went to over the past fifteen years, how am I supposed to remember all of them?" he says in a panic as a thunder rumbles above them

"Do you think she'd go to hyung's parents?" Jimin asks them

"To Ilsan?" Namjoon asks "It's too far away, and she wouldn't go there knowing my parents aren't..." he stops mid-sentence, looking at the road seeing that there wasn't too much traffic ahead, he was mentally calculating time

"What's wrong, hyung?" Taehyung asks him, looking at where he was looking

"Home," Namjoon finally says in a quiet voice "Home. I know where she is," he says in a firmer voice before running back to his car and tells the driver where to go and his brothers follow right behind him.

~~~~~^^~~~~~~~~^^^^

"I swear we're gonna get arrested, Namjoon-ah," Y/n says in a panic holding his hand in a death grip, but he didn't mind. They're both usually paired up together with a senior back in high school because of how clumsy and heavy-handed, but Y/n was naturally clumsier than heavy-handed, that talent was something that Namjoon excelled in. But what they're doing was completely reckless.

"It's not breaking and entering, babe," he teases, Y/n blushed at the endearment hiding her face on his shoulder "The gazebo is outside and the place isn't even gated, it's practically part of the park's property if you follow the invisible line"

"I don't care, out school thinks it theirs I'm not disrespecting their decisions considering the fact that I need to graduate and not get expelled or arrested for trespassing,"

"Let them try," he mutters as they walk nearer to the gazebo

"You're an idiot," she sighs "We both are..."

"Welcome home, baby," he jokes as they step into the gazebo, their surroundings were only lit by the moonlight and a street lamp "The baby's all tucked in bed and fast asleep,"

"Keep joking around like that and you just might have to marry me,"

"Don't dare me," he chuckles "It's gonna be your problem, I'm not Jin hyung or Yoongi hyung. I won't be able to cook for you,"

"Or keep the place clean," you laugh

"Ya!" he exclaimed too loudly making him cover his mouth and Y/n silently laughs "You're lucky you don't live with us,"

"What are you going to do?" she dared "Vacuum the place in the early morning? You must have forgotten that I'm a heavy sleeper,"

"You sleep like Jungkook, nothing can wake you up except for food," he smiles as he comfortably places his arm on the bench behind her. Behind them was a fence that separated the school from the park where there was a couple by the swing set.

"You know we could just get married and not tell anyone," he tries to dare her "The city hall isn't that far all we gotta do is wait for the next available date,"

"You're crazy," she chuckled "Focus on your debut and your dream, not to mention you have to finish school and all. When you're done with all of that, let's talk weddings and marriage, and every thing in between,"

"How about we live together till then?" he proposed "We'll have a little house, maybe two bedrooms one for us, the other for an office and maybe in the future it will turn into a nursery,"

"You're too drunk," she laughs off his offer nit knowing how serious he was "We should have stayed with soju instead of shifting gears to whiskey,"

"I'm serious," he protests eyes wide as he gently places another hand on the table, leaning closer to her "We could get married when I've saved up for a wedding you want once the debut becomes a success,"

"Namjoon-ah," she started "Listen to what you're saying. This isn't a joke, we have our own dreams to make come true. Are you absolutely sure you want to start family before you could even stand on your own two feet? Bangtan's debut is next week and you're thinking about getting married,

"If does become a success, you won't have time for a relationship let alone a family of your own until the dust has settled," she watches Namjoon's reaction as he looks away from her, he knew he should have confessed earlier before Bang PD-nim announced their upcoming debut. But deep down, he knew she was right. However, he was persistent he wanted to be with her before someone else could step in. He had a feeling he was going to lose her once his focus fully shifts to being the leader of Bangtan.

"For now, we can enjoy this friendship," she says smiling as she was rubbing his shoulder, but Namjoon thinks that it was his heart that needed to be in your touch to heal from this rejection "and we could call this little gazebo 'home' if you want. Our 'little home', a place only we know and the only place we can truly be ourselves and be comfortable."

"This gazebo is home if you're here," he partially agrees with her "If you're not here, this is just another gazebo. You're my home, Y/n,"

"Ditto, nerd," she sighs resting her head on the shoulder she was rubbing. Placing a small kiss on his shoulder she whispers "Go win their hearts, Namjoon-ah. I know the seven of you guys are gonna make it big. You have something others don't,"

"Hmm... And what would that be?"

"Passion, patience, determination, one dream and the best part, you have each other." Y/n smiles to herself, "But the biggest flex your team has is that they have you as their leader, it takes a great team to succeed, but a great leader will make a great team succeed be even better,

So, believe me when I say you'll make it big. And I'm gonna be right behind you, watching all of you reach your dreams and live it" she said proudly.

Namjoon let the tears flooding his eyes fall as he kisses the top of her head. He knew that he had to succeed to make her proud, he finally compromised with himself that he should make her proud and come back to her when the right time comes.

"Just don't forget about me, Joonie," she teases "I'll forever be your number one fan,"

"Don't be ridiculous, Y/n-ssi. You're going to be right next to me the whole ride, you gonna be with me all the time. I'll make sure of it."

That early morning, Namjoon walked her back to her dorm before going back home to his dorm. Not completely happy about being rejected by Y/n, but feeling more determined. It was like adding wood to a campfire, add more and the fire becomes bigger, that fire was his determination. Little did he know, she was gonna end up moving om with her life without him as he focused more and more on his job.

"YA! I've been looking everywhere for you," a voice says behind Y/n making her turn around quickly as she snaps out of her thoughts. Namjoon always thought that she never remembered that night because of how drunk she was, but that was the evening that Y/n found out that she had a pretty high tolerance with alcohol that over the years whenever the boys got drunk, Yoongi and Y/n would be the last ones standing. A secret that Yoongi kept, knowing that it would be a useful talent of hers in the future, and, man was he right .

"Do you know how fucking worried I was about you?!" he asks her his tone indicating a hint of anger with the concern laced in his voice "You could get sick with how reckless you are. Can't you see it's pouring and you're in a fucking dress?!" Standing in the rain, Namjoon's chopped blonde hair was wet and so was his dress shirt and coat. Y/n couldn't place the look he had in his face, no doubt he looked worried and mad, but there was something else. Longing, she decided, and hope. Both a very dangerous combination.

"Go home, Namjoon-ah," she says through the the noise of the rain splattering on the roof of the gazebo and the pavement "You don't have to worry about me, I'll just grab a bus home."

"Like hell you are," he scoffed "And I'm not done talking"

Y/n wanted to take her shoes and throw it at him, and she was seconds from doing so. Not like it was the first time she threw a shoe at him.

"What the hell happened?" he asks and she rolled her eyes "Why did you run away from the wedding? People are getting more and more worried about you, you should go back and get dried up. Armand sent me to get you."

"He didn't send you, dad did." Y/n says "Dad was the last person to talk to Armand before I walked down the aisle. So, it's most likely dad.

And don't fucking ask me what happened when you were the one who sent a hard drive filled of videos of you getting trashed," she started fuming "Stop pretending like you didn't say the things you said last night to put me where I am right now, you little piece of shit!" she grabbed her shoe and hurled it at his direction aiming for his head only to surprise her when he ducked to the side and dodged it like a pro making the boys in the car who were watching the entire thing happening with Jungkook and Hobi taking videos, howl at how impressive it was.

"Oooh!," Hobi chuckled "Oh he's gonna be in trouble for dodging that one!" all of them laughed as Jimin asked "We're such bad friends for filming this,"

"Hey, now," Jin said from the passenger seat "At least we came to support him, and we're not just his friends, we're family too,"

"You measly little fucker," Y/N gritted as she threw another one this time the show landed on his muscled bicep "You dare," she threw a bracelet she was wearing "fucking" she struggled with taking the viel from her head before bundling it into a ball and throwing it at him "dodge me. You asshole!" From the car, Hobi snort-laughed as they continued filming "Told you," making Jimin lightly hit his arm as they all chuckled.

"Call me whatever you want, Y/n, if it's going to make you sleep better tonight," Namjoon said to her his tone returning to how he started when he arrived "If it makes you fucking happier do it,"

"Why did you show up?" Y/n demanded as she walked up to him not caring about getting rained on, a part of Namjoon wanted to pull her back in the gazebo but he was frozen at the sight before him, just like how frozen he was in his place when she walked the aisle not less than 2 hours ago, "What made you think you could just show up?! Didn't you say you weren't going to be there? Did you finally muster up the courage to stop being god damned coward? You fucking bastard!" she yelled and cried, she was pushing him away from her over and over again, and Namjoon let her slam her fists on his chest repeatedly, but to his surprise she didn't hit him as hard as he thought she would. Gently grabbing her wrists, he wraps her arms around his torso pulling her close in a hug as he placed a hand behind her head and another one around her back. Y/n stiffened under his touch before she relaxed and quietly sobbed with her face on his coat, soaked in the rain and her tears.

Without any hesitation he places a kiss on the top of her head before gently holding her face with both hands and leaning down just so his lips were near hers, but he didn't move. Instead he waited for her, and when she finally understood why he didn't move and longingly stared at her lips, she did the one thing they've both been waiting for since they fell in love with each other in high school and finally, her lips met his. When Namjoon pulled away, resting his forehead on hers, he whispers to her "I'm never letting you go again. You're not going to get rid me that easily this time around," Y/n giggled as she leans up again for another kiss and Namjoon gladly kissed her back, finally tasting the lips he's been craving for so long.

Back in the car, the boys were giggling and smiling like high schoolers. Jungkook was still filming the entire thing and the audio surely caught all of their side comments and the noises they all made when they finally kissed for the first time.

"Now that," Jin pointed out his window, "Is better than any existing and upcoming dramas on TV,"

"Definitely," Yoongi smiled

"We finally don't have to deal with a grumpy Namjoon hyung," Taehyung sighed happily "Our world is finally at peace"

"You can't say that," Jungkook objected chuckling, "Now they're gonna get married and have kids, hyung. We're ginna have little Namjoons running around the office," Hobi laughed out loud, clapping as he did. Jimin stared at him with wide puppy eyes, "W-wait... But they're both clumsy," he pointed out, then he muttered to himself "that means their kids are gonna be... Aiiishh-"

Opening the window next to Hobi and pushing out most of his upper body out, not caring about the rain he yells out to the couple who we're smiling at each other through their tears that were getting mixed with the rain that was falling on them, "YA! YOU BETTER NOT BE MAKING KIDS SOON, YOU IDIOTS!" this time tue other members laughter reached their ears, the car no longer soundproof because of the opened window. Namjoon looked back at his friend and he tightened his arms around Y/n, "I got bad news for you, Jimin-ah," he smiles "You might see them sooner than you think," this time along with the sound of laughter mainly Hobi's due to his reaction to Jimin's wide eyed look at the couple, joined a few sounds of complaints mainly from Yoongi and Jin who knew immediately that they can't say no if the time comes for them to be babysitters for Y/n's kids, but decided to give complaining a try if it means it will buy them time to mentally prepare for mini-me's of the middle child of Bangtan.

Namjoon ignores the other members and turns back around to the gazebo walking towards it with his hand still holding Y/n as they sit.

"You ruined my wedding," she muttered lamely while they were seated inside the gazebo, arms still around each other.

"We'll have a better one," he promised her "that's if you want one. I mean it, what I said; I'm not letting you go again. It was the biggest mistake I made, I'm not going to make that mistake again."

"A wedding with you? And if I don't want to be with you?" she says almost in a daring manner, her chin resting on his chest as she looks up at his face

"Move in with me or start a family with me, either way, be with me; be mine and I'll be yours" He says, and at that moment Y/n recalls the early morning they got drunk and how he called the gazebo their home "I just want to be with you, that's all I want. Stay with me, please" Y/n watched Namjoon's every move and if back then he was recklessly discussing marriage with her with no clue about what the future holds for them both. Now, he knows exactly what he wants and it's to marry her, spend his life with her.

After a beat, she smiles and pulls him in to press a kiss on his cheek.

"Is that a yes?"

"Only one way to find out, Namjoon-ah" she grinned.

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Day 3 of our Arab Heritage Month Featured Author Interviews, starting with Spectra!

Spectra, author of Sand Through Glass

In another world, in another life, here you are. An adult trying to live their life to the best of their abilities. You are busy preparing for the wanderer’s festival to be held soon in honor of a hundred years old peace. As the Third moon rises in the sky signaling the beginning of the festivities, screams echoed through the city. Blade clashing and blood gushing. Several leaders of the city have been murdered, and you are a prime witness, for you have seen things you should not have. And thus you must save yourself and find out who wants you dead so badly and save your home.

Read more about Sand Through Glass here. Tags: Fantasy.

[INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!]

Q1. Tell us about yourself and project(s)?

Hello and thank you for having me for this lovely event! I am Spectra (I go by she/they) and while I have dabbled on and off for a long time in writing and drawing.

For a long while it was one of my only escapes from the harshness of life. And through these years, what stuck in this little corner of my mind, never wanting to go away. This fantasy world which is largely inspired by Algeria in the Middle Ages. And for this story, we will be confined to the happenings within the city. Though I may plan other stories within the same universe, I am not sure yet whether they will be a direct sequel, but I keep my options open maybe there will be more to this story after the main character solves the mystery and manages to save their hide, their companions, or the city.

Q2. What excites you most about using interactive fiction? What are some of the biggest challenges?

What excites you the most is the interactivity with the story. How the reader can discover other sides to the world that is being currently explored. You can have dramatically different playthroughs depending on your choices and can discovers some secrets left out for the reader from the writer and I just love this concept a lot. Which can also apply to interactions with the other characters within the story and I personally like how it gives more depth and allows you to learn more about them as a person within the story rather than a character.

Some of the biggest challenges (at least for me) would be two main things. Coding because while I am familiar, I am pretty much a beginner in this and the road to learn coding will be I think a long and hard one. Good thing that in my next semester I’ll learn about python so maybe that will help me a bit. The other big challenge for me would be myself even though that may sound a bit cliché. I am a bit of a perfectionist and that more often than not gets in the way as even if this is supposed to be a first draft, I want it to be perfect, when I know perfectly that it should not be the case and that I should actually take this chance to do my best and learn from my mistakes as I go. It will be a challenging exercise to force to pace myself so, but one I want to overcome. All the different choices! All the different results! As a writer, I love seeing what different readers do. And then all the different ways I can have the story react to them. It’s exciting but also one of the biggest challenges, if not the biggest. Compared to a regular story, it can get overwhelming very fast - especially when you want to accommodate a large amount of play styles. Just having to accept I can’t include everything is a challenge itself.

Q3. Do you use your identity/heritage as inspiration? How is it reflected in your project?

Yes absolutely. Especially since the pandemic started, I sadly had to deal with some loss, not once but twice. I want this story to reflect the good memories, the positive, the hope that tomorrow will be good. It is really rare to see good representation of Algeria and I wanted to change that. Even if it’s a little, I just hope that my story will be compelling and would bring more interest into Algeria and especially how diverse it is! There is a great diversity within the country and with their differences and what they happen to have in common!

Q4. What aspect of your identity would you like to explore further in your project?

Pretty much how diverse it is and the culture! Both of my parent’s background while both Algerian are very different from one another and that’s just an inkling as to how diverse we are!

Q5. What is something about your project that you love or make you excited?

I want to convey through this story my love for my home but also, I want to share this feeling with others, North Africans, West Asian and Arabs. I want to write a story in which we can feel at home and are represented as people and celebrate who we are. If only for a moment I want this story to bring comfort. That’s the challenge I set for myself but also one I am excited to write for.

Q6. What would you like to see more in interactive fiction/the IF community?

I might sound like a broken record, but I personally would like to see more body diversity in the If community. I want to see a diversity of bodies, facial features, skin types, not only for the main characters but also reflected in world around them ( by that I mean the other characters within the story). Sure, its fiction, everyone can look like a supermodel, I just think it’s a bit sad that such characters sometimes feel more out of the story rather than being in it and living it.

Q7. Do you have any advice for your fellow authors?

Keeping an open mind and always do some research. We never stop to learn after all and I think that’s one of the beautiful thing about writing, its bound to broaden your horizon.

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Double booking

Word count: 3934

You just want a night in peace at the hotel, after travelling for hours, but alas, it's not to be. Inspired by a dream I had a while ago, though that was not as coherent or logical by any means.

Obligatory English is not my first language.

Please let me know what you think.

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The bed is soft as a cloud and you crawl under the blanket with a satisfied sight. The chill of the luxury fabric feels divine against your weary body, and you pull our tee off to get the full experience. Goosebumps erupt over your back, and you wiggle down into the mattress. Letting out another sigh that morphs into a yawn, you close your eyes. After hours on the road, a good night's sleep will do wonders.

You turn for a bit, trying to find the ultimate sleeping position, settling for a half side, half stomach that provide that sweet, sweet relief for your achy back. With your free hand, you pull a corner of the blanket between your thighs, longing for the extra soft pillow you have at home, but that you just couldn't be bothered to bring with you. At least this way you won't chafe.

The linen caresses your bare skin, the cool of the newly made bed pulling you closer to dreamland, and then you're drifting off into the vast nothingness.

What feels like only seconds later, you wake with a start, from the lights turning on. Fumbling for your glasses and feeling your heart in your throat, your brain scrambles to make sense of what's happening. Is the fire alarm ringing? No.

Once the glasses are comfortably on, you glance around, only to notice a man standing in front of the wardrobe, mouth half open and a bag slipping from his shoulder. He's tall and menacing looking, and he's wearing gloves and a leather jacket, and you let out a strangled scream as you tumble off the bed, knocking the book from the nightstand and trying to wrap the thin blanket around yourself with trembling hands.

The fabric feels way too flimsy now, letting the draft from the open door wash over your body. There are goosebumps again, but this time they're not pleasant at all, and they wave back and forth over your scalp, making your ears buzz. You're painfully aware that the blanket is the only thing between your skin and the open air, and you pull it even closer as you back into the window wall and pull your knees up in front of you.

Your heart pounds like a bass drum, and you're pretty sure the stranger can hear it across the room. He still hasn't moved, and without conscious thought, you scan the room for an exit. But this is the fifth floor, and there's only one door that doesn't require you to go past him, and that leads to the neighbouring room. Not that it is, in any way, shape, or form, possible to get that far in your current condition.

Your breathing speeds up, and you crouch, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The coarse curtain prickles against your shoulders.

The stranger looks between you and the white key card on his hand, his mouth trying to speak, but managing no sound. Finally, after what feels like years, he looks away and stammers. "Sorry. Sorry. I must have gone to the wrong door." His neck has turned a deep shade of crimson, and he hunches his shoulders a bit, like he's trying to make himself smaller too. "I… uh, sorry." He picks up his bag and disappears through the door, closing it firmly behind him.

On the floor, you're barely aware that he spoke; the shock has practically paralysed you. It's not until the door smacks shut you manage to move again. Slowly, fighting the galloping heart and breathing, you get up and sit down on the edge of the bed. It's no longer tempting to crawl under the covers, and you don't have the courage to cross the room to put the security chain in place just yet. The encounter has spooked you so much, adrenaline is coursing through your body.

"I need a drink!" you mutter, voice croaking and airy at the same time, and pull on the discarded shirt. There's no chance of sleep for a while. That much is clear! "Idiot!" You berate yourself, mentally slapping the back of your own head for forgetting to fasten the chain, but you had been so busy worrying about the twin door that it completely slipped your mind.

The selection in the mini fridge is limited, but at least there's a couple of bottles of cola, and a small vodka. After mixing them, you down half the glass in one go, and the burn of the alcohol on your tongue makes your face scrunch, but you immediately relax a bit, and your thoughts clear somewhat. What the hell just happened? This is supposed to be a good hotel. Not very fancy, but better than the bug infested dumps you usually have to stay in.

You make a mental note to talk to the management. Tomorrow. Right now you're to riled up. Nothing good will come of it. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and focus on the buzzing in your ears. Slowly it fades until your hearing is back to normal, but there is no getting rid of the uncomfortable sting in your shoulders, or the occasional THUMP-THUMP in your chest.

As you finish your drink – you've almost decided on a second one to keep you company while you read for a bit – there's a sharp knock at the door. That makes you jump and spill the remains of your glass down your front. That doesn't register, though, because the door opens again, without waiting for a reply. You groan at yourself for once again not fastening the safety chain.

A stern looking woman enter, followed by the stranger, who, you notice, looks almost ashamed. "You're in this gentleman's room." It's a statement, but she might as well have yelled why are you here, you creep?

"Um, what?" You desperately try to jump-start your brain; this is definitely enough excitement for one night. After all, it is past midnight, and by all means you should be sleeping now.

"This is not your room," the woman says, in a voice that shows clearly what she thinks of you.

A frown appears on the man's face, and you squint between them. "What, yes it is." Your voice is breathy, and with a sigh through your nose, you grab the folder on the desk and pull out the papers from the check-in. "See, here? This is my name, that's the room number –" Suddenly your stomach plummets. What if you are in the wrong room? But the key card worked… A glance at the still open door – no, right room. You let out a small breath.

The woman grabs the papers and studies them, while holding out her hand to the man, wiggling her fingers when he doesn't respond. He fumbles with his bag and produces a set of identical papers. She compares the two, the furrow between her eyes deepening every second.

Finally she looks up. "My apologies. It appears there's been a misunderstanding," she says, her voice a lot softer than earlier, tired. She turns to the man behind her. "The room has been double booked or something."

That much is obvious. He nods. "Yes. Will you find me another room, please." He speaks softly too, and the panic that threatened to overcome you earlier subsides a little. He is just another weary traveller – of course he isn't here to hurt you. That thought seems quite silly now, or maybe that's the drink talking.

"Sorry," the lady says flatly. "There are no vacancies." She winces slightly, as if she prepares to be yelled at.

His shoulders slump, and he lets out a small groan, looking at you, then at her. "But…"

You smile apologetically and take another sip of your drink. It is empty, and you grimace from the embarrassment.

"However," the woman says after a pause, visibly relieved that neither of you seems to be the shouting types, "since it's so late, and you probably won't find a room anywhere else tonight, what with the festival and everything, I can probably set up something in the lobby. We have a few partition walls and –"

He scrunches his eyes shut and grimaces, and you feel sorry for him. He is a stranger, and you were in the room first, but it's not his fault that the hotel screwed up. Sleeping in the lobby is not an alternative. Your mother raised you better than that.

"Wait," you interrupt her, and they both turn to look at you. This is probably a bad idea, but the man looks nice enough now that the shock has diminished. His eyes are kind and tired and though he holds himself with authority, he keeps a respectable distance from both you and the other woman.

Gesturing to the unused bed next to yours, you try a smile and sigh when you feel it's just a grimace. "If… if it's okay with you, it is with me. You can have that bed tonight. And then we'll sort it out in the morning."

The woman's face relaxes, and you wonder how many rules she offered to break to keep you happy. The man frowns, as if he doesn't quite understand what you're offering. Maybe he doesn't, maybe he doesn't speak English very well. Then he gives you a flat smile. "You sure?"

Are you? "Yes," you answer, not at all sure, but it's too late to change your mind now.

"Well then, I bid you both a good night, and I'll leave a note for the morning staff, Mr Barnes." The woman leaves the room and shuts the door with a soft click.

"Y/N." You nod, hoping you look relatively normal, though you feel everything but, with your glasses askew on your nose, a tattered t-shirt and no bottoms. Awesome. At least the shirt is long enough to cover your butt.

The man remains by the door, looking forlorn and confused. "Bucky." He looks everywhere but directly at you, and for that you're grateful.

"Please," you say with a small nod, gesturing to the bed and the light switch on the wall beside him. "I'm really tired…"

Carefully you get back into bed and tucks the blanket tight around yourself, feeling a bit dizzy from what just happened. But you are really too tired to care at the moment, and the soft pillows are screaming your name.

Turning over on your side, with your back against the windows, you pointedly yawn and close your eyes to give the stranger some privacy. Seconds later you hear the soft thump of a duffel bag hitting the carpet, and a small click. Then the bathroom door opens and the man shuffles in.

As the door shuts, you dare to open your eyes again. He's switched off the light, but there's a small sliver leaking under the door, and you see shadows move over the floor. There is something soothing about the noises of running water and the clacks of his belongings on the marble countertop, and it suddenly occurs to you how much you miss travelling withsomeone.

Once he's done and the bathroom door opens, you close your eyes again. The bed creaks under his weight, and the sheets rustle as he gets in. Something heavy hits the headboard, but not long after, he settles.

You sneak a peek through half-open eyes. The man is handsome. Sharp, but gentle features, a calm face, but he's lying on his back, stiff as if he's unused to the luxuries of a bed. His arms are on top of the blanket, and in your sleepiness you wonder why he's keeping his gloves on when he's sleeping.

"Good night," you offer gently, before sighing and pulling the blanket over your ears. The warmth and muted sounds give you a sense of safety, though it is minimal.

"Good night," he replies. "And thank you."

You wake up earlier than usual. The red numbers on the alarm clock blinks 06.38. Something feels off in the room, and for a fraction on a second you feel panic rise in your chest, but then you remember the night's events. The panic fades into a vague discomfort, and you grab your glasses. The man, his name is Bucky, hadn't he said so, is still sleeping, his gloved hand under the pillow and one foot dangling over the edge of the bed. It's kinda adorable.

As quietly as you can, you get out of bed and tip-toe to the bathroom, collecting your clothes on the way. You quickly change and put on contacts, leaving the glasses by the sink, not really daring to take a shower with the stranger in the room next to you. Instead, you splash water in your face and drag a brush through your hair, and with a short glance in the mirror, you deem yourself presentable.

Careful to bring your wallet and your key card, you exit the room and walk briskly to the elevator. The trip down to the lobby only take half a minute, but it feels like an eternity, and once you step out of the door, you're met with a buzz of voices from the lobby. Oh, yeah, the festival.

Luckily there's not much of a queue. Most people are on their way out, or to breakfast. The staff are too happy and smiling for it to be this early, and they're chatting and laughing with the guests, pointing their way to the restaurant or showing places of interest on the map on the counter.

"Good morning, what can I do for you?" one of the receptionists chirp.

You wince internally and focus on bringing a neutral expression to your face. It's not easy, as you'd rather be back in bed. "Yes, uh, I don't know if the night employee let you know, but there was a mix-up with my room last night."

The receptionist frowns, then smiles apologetically. "Ah, yes. There's a note here. Room 508, right?"

You nod. "Yeah."

He calls over his colleague, and motions for you to wait a moment. They talk silently together, sometimes gesturing to the screen, and then he starts typing and scrolling. "Looks like," he says, interrupting himself. "Yeah. Oh god. Lisa, will you look at this?"

His colleague looks at the screen over his shoulder. "Oh, jeez. Really? She's so gonna get fired, for sure," she mutters, then look up at you. "Yeah, so there's definitely been a mix-up. It looks like housekeeping accidentally marked Mr. Barnes' room as occupied when they had cleaned it. It shouldn't be possible, but to me it looks like… a glitch in the computer system –" She lets out a guttural groan, most likely thinking about the amount of work she now faces.

The one behind the screen clears his throat and gives you what is probably supposed to be a disarming smile, then continues to type. "So, I've updated the database with Mr. Barnes' new room, and yours of course. Would you accept a refund of the night, and a meal in the restaurant, free of charge, of course?"

You nod again, unable to find the words to express how not okay this whole thing has been. "If you offer the same to Mr. Barnes," you say, not sure where that comes from, though when you think about it, he's probably had just as rough a night as you.

"Of course. Here's his new key. Would you mind bringing it to him?" The receptionist's voice trembles ever so slightly, but he keeps the smile plastered on.

"Yeah. I can do that. Thank you for figuring out what happened." You inhale deeply, and rub the back of your neck. Your shoulders are stiff and the beginning of a headache murmurs along your temples.

Now that everything is resolved, you feel weirdly chunky. You drag your feet, your head feels like it's filled with cotton, but there's a lightness to your chest that you hadn't expected.

Back in the room, Bucky is still sleeping, and you decide to let him sleep as long as he needs, feeling almost protective over the man that sleeps so peacefully in the bed that should have been empty. Anyway, you're up now, there's no need to stay in the room. Just then, your stomach growls. Breakfast, then. And after that… Well, you'll see. You hastily scribble an explanation on a piece of paper, leaving it on his bag along with the new key card, then you hang a do not disturb on the door before you hurry down to the restaurant.

When you get back, stomach full and head light, the room is empty. His bag is gone and the only sign someone's been in there is a bed with rumpled sheets and the slightly unfamiliar, sleepy scent. You sit down on your own bed, surprised that you're not sure how you feel about being alone again. It's probably the shock still lingering in your system, you think, and shake the feeling off before picking up your art supplies and heading out into the city to work.

That afternoon, when you return to your room to change and relax before you start sorting through the day's drawings, there's a vase with hydrangeas on the small desk, along with a handwritten note that says thank you for letting me stay. The ball of blue and purple flowers makes you smile. Bucky obviously is a decent man, and you find yourself wishing you could get to know him, regretting not even peeking at the room number on the key.

It doesn't take long going through the drawings – you've been too distracted, really, to get any good ones done, and the project isn't due for another two weeks, so you don't have the pressure on you to finish it now, so you decide to take the hotel's offer and have dinner in the restaurant. It's a nice place, and you try to tidy up a bit, refreshing your make-up and putting on a clean top that feels nice against your skin.

The waiters all but trip over each other trying to please you, and you figure there's a nice note going with your name. You've always felt a bit uncomfortable eating by yourself in a fancy restaurant, but this time you're determined to just enjoy it, but you've brought a book just in case. And you're partly hidden behind a palm tree, so no staring from other guests, hopefully.

You're halfway through the meal when you feel your face tingling, as if someone's watching you. Stopping mid-chew, you look up. There's no one there. You swallow and put your fork down before glancing over your shoulder. Bucky is seated three tables behind you, but when you look at him, he looks away. Your heart speeds up a bit – christ! You'd forgotten how pretty he was.

He looks up again, and you smile before returning to your meal. At least you can let him know there's no hard feelings. Maybe, if you see him again, you'll pick up the courage to talk to him too.

The food is delicious, and the dessert is simply sublime. How the chef has managed to make the chocolate mousse so creamy and light is beyond your comprehension. Cooking has never been a strength, though you have a few signature dishes, but you know how to appreciate it. The red wine is perfectly paired, and when you're full and satisfied, you're almost ready to go talk to Bucky. But he's not there when you turn. Your heart drops for a moment, but then you remind yourself that he's a stranger, and probably has his own life. All you can do to quench the disappointment, is a short detour through the bar, where you pick up a nice gin fizz, before you head back to your room and call it a night.

The room feels too empty now. The bed is just as soft as it were before, the covers slide over your skin like water, but something is missing. You can't sleep. The room is too silent. The air is too still. You toss and turn and can't seem to find a comfortable position. In the end you roll over on your side, facing the empty bed. Hugging the pillow, you sigh and pull your knees up to your chest. It's too cold. The blanket isn't thick enough to give enough comfort tonight.

Suddenly there's a soft knock on the door. Your heart beats hard in your chest as you cross the floor to look through the peephole. The hallway is empty.

There's another knock, and you jump, bumping your head against the door. It's coming from the other one. The twin door. Slowly, you remove the safety chain and unlock it, opening it just an inch or so.

"Sorry," the person on the other side says.

For a moment you forget how to breathe. The person on the other side is Bucky, smiling sheepishy, and looking like a fucking model in his pyjamas.

"Hello," you answer, resisting the urge to smooth down your t-shirt.

"I just, I just wanted to apologise," he stutters, scrunching his eyebrow together. "For, for last night. I didn't mean to… I mean, I didn't mean to scare you, and the lady in the reception jumped to conclusions before I could explain, and…"

You blink and exhale slowly. "Not your fault," you mutter, too drunk on his presence to articulate properly.

"I know, but still. I'm sorry."

"You're forgiven."

"Good. Okay." His voice drags a bit, and it looks like he's turning away. You're just about to close the door when he turns back. "Listen… Uh, it's… Can I ask you a favour?"

Not ready for the conversation to be over yet, you nod. "Of course. What do you need?"

He grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck and hems and ums for a while. "This is gonna sound… You can say no, of course, but…"

"What is it?" The buzzing has returned to your ears, and you have to focus to hear what he's saying.

Bucky mutters under his breath, it looks like a screw it. "Last night was the best night's sleep I've had in, well years. I was wondering, maybe, if… if I could sleep in your room again."

You're a bit taken back by that. "What?" Your voice is squeaky.

"Yeah, no, of course, I understand." He smiles and inhales deeply. "Good night, Y/N."

It takes a second for your brain to unscramble. "Wait. Yes, I don't mind. It's nice with some company," you wheeze, holding the door open, though a small voice in the back of your head tells you that this is crazy. Not crazier than last night, you interrupt yourself, and open the door fully.

There's uncertainty in his steps as he enters your room, invited this time, unsure if he's heard correctly, but your smile makes him warm inside and he quickly crawls under the covers.

You leave the door ajar, and with a giddy smile and a racing heart you return to your own bed, climbing in with more grace than you thought you possessed. This is nice. The room is settled, it feels natural. You exhale and turn over on your side, facing Bucky. He's facing you too, and there's a sleepy smile in his eyes. As you place your glasses on the nightstand, he closes his eyes.

"Thank you," he breathes.

"Sleep tight, Bucky," you answer, but he's already drifted off, soft snores filling the room. You feel oddly at peace.

Part 2

#bucky barnes x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #fluff #sleeping #misunderstandings #hotels #oneshot #fan fiction #fanfic

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* adapted from @librajiminn on twitter

A fun game to celebrate 2020 ending! The rules are simple: recommend your favorite OMGCP fics so everyone can enjoy them, while trying to fill in enough slots to get a bingo!

This is going to get long, so I’ll put it under a cut. Also, I’m too orderly to try to shoehorn my favorite fics into these particular prompts, so I’m just going to go right to left, top to bottom, taking the prompts literally, until it’s bedtime. 

1. first fic you bookmarked: “Here Comes the Sun” by @doggernaut, 19k, G, no warnings, Zimbits

For the past month, the man with the baby and the sad blue eyes has been stopping in for a cup of coffee an hour before closing. He always sits in an overstuffed chair in the corner and drinks his coffee while his baby sleeps next to him in the stroller. Sometimes he pulls a book out from the diaper bag he carries with him; other times he just stares straight ahead as if in a daze. He never asks for a refill, always respectfully gathers his things and leaves ten minutes before the shop officially closes. Eric desperately wants to ask him what his story is. 

My notes: I read Check Please over the course of two days in June of 2019. On the second day, right after catching up, I looked at @peppermintfeminist‘s AO3 bookmarks and found a fic by @doggernaut. Then I read just about everything @doggernaut had ever posted. It was glorious. This fic in particular is so cute. 

2. most recent fic you bookmarked: “Flight Check” by @edgarallanrose, 15k, E, no warnings (though there is a creepy/handsy guy at a club to watch out for), primarily Zimbits with most of the other popular pairings in the background

Flight attendant Eric “Bitty” Bittle has been working his way up at Samwell Airlines for the past four years, and his new promotion has provided him the opportunity to work with a brand-new crew. Unfortunately for Bitty, that crew includes an incredibly handsome but equally grumpy pilot, Captain Jack Zimmermann, who seems to want nothing to do with Bitty. Even worse, Jack refuses to eat any of Bitty's baked goods. Will Bitty be able to win the captain over? Or is there another reason Jack has been avoiding Bitty?

My notes: There are a lot of great things about this fic--Jack’s character arc, Lardo’s dialogue, that scene in Seattle--but the reason I bookmarked it is the scene where Bitty’s basically slut-shaming himself and Jack gently but firmly tells Bitty not to do that and that it was the creep’s fault. 

3. a fic that made you cry actual tears: “a little bit more” by @ivecarvedawoodenheart, 14k, T, no warnings, Holsom

“I just wanted,” he says, “a perfect day. With you. Because it’s our last day together and our last day being here as undergrads and we’re kissing the ice tonight, and the weather’s supposed to be beautiful, and you’re moving tomorrow and Holtzy I just — I don’t want to be missing you already.” Holster wipes his eyes before he even realizes he’s crying. Behind him, Ransom sighs. “One more day where everything’s the same,” he says, feeling around blindly for Rans’ fingers. He feels Rans nod as he laces their fingers together. “Yeah. Yeah, Rans. I’d like that a lot.” __________________________

Holsom after graduation and throughout the subsequent six months after Holster signs to an expansion team in Oregon, and realizes his feelings for Ransom too late. Holster's POV :) kinda angsty, but there's a happy ending :)

Inspired by shitty-check-please-aus: "Holster moves to Oregon while Ransom stays on the east coast. The time difference makes it difficult to talk and one day they wake up and realize they aren’t best bros anymore."

My notes: I almost never cry at fics. I searched “tears” in my fandom email account and only a handful of my fic comments came up, but Syd is a literal master of Holsom angst, always. 

4. longest fic you’ve read: “Like Real People Do” by @xiaq, 153k, M, No Warnings, Kent Parson x OC

Parson gestures with his spoon toward Hawke. “So am I allowed to ask about the service dog or is that not PC?”

“My medical history is more of a 3rd date conversation," Eli says.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because. No one sticks around afterward and I like to live in glorious denial for a short period beforehand.”

It comes out more self-deprecating than he intended.

Parson looks…thoughtful. “Well, does this count as one or two?

“Pardon?”

“This. Ice cream. I mean, technically it’s a second location, but still the same night. So is this one date or two?”

“One,” Eli says firmly. “If it’s happening within the same three-hour period.”

“You’re the expert,” Parson says, which, he’s really, really, not, but ok.

“So still two dates to go then?” Parson continues.

“I—what?”

“We’ve got a roadie coming up but then we’re home for almost two weeks. When does your semester start?”

“You want to do this again?” Eli asks.

Parson stops idly twirling his spoon.

“You don’t?”

He does, Eli realizes. He really does. Because apparently he actually likes Kent fucking Parson.

My notes: Okay, this fic has my whole entire heart. I’ve read it multiple times in its entirety, and it’s almost twice as long as the full-length novel I’m querying. Eli is one of my favorite OCs I’ve ever seen in a fic (probably tied with Damian Navarro and Ari Paxton, both brainchildren of @fozmeadows). Anyway, this is probably going to be the next thing @themeaningoflifeischeese and I read out loud to each other. 

5. a fic you almost didn’t read: “when all else fails (i’ll still be right here)” by @whoacanada, 6k, T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (and I don’t remember if I think there’s stuff to warn for, sorry), Zimbits

The National Hockey League is resurrecting the Quebec City Nordiques, and the expansion draft hits the Falconers much harder than expected.

My notes: Given that this was for @omgcpheartbreakfest, I was worried this would be all angst--all hurt and no comfort. Which made me sad, because I love @whoacanada‘s writing but I wasn’t up for reading unresolved angst. But @doggernaut reblogged the fic, so I asked if the ending was sad, and it’s NOT! There is quite a bit of angst but the ending isn’t sad. 

6. a fic that convinced you on a ship you didn’t ship before: “it drops with the gravity of rain” by @geniusorinsanity, 16k, T, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (attempted sexual assault by an OC), Nurseydex

It happens like this:

“I don’t--this is a bad idea,” Dex says, his lips still tingling, his hands shaking on Nursey’s hips where he’s shoved him away. “This is a really bad idea, Nurse. I can’t--We can’t do this.”

And there’s hurt in Nursey’s eyes and his bottom lip is swollen from Dex’s teeth, but he says, “Okay.” And then, “It’s chill, Dex. Just friends, then.”

It happens like this:

“Actually,” Nursey says, talking more to his granola than to them, “I kind of have a date.”

It happens like this:

When Nursey calls, Dex almost doesn’t pick up the phone.

My notes: So I was really confused and a little disturbed when I first found out people shipped Nursey and Dex. Like, Dex just wasn’t someone I trusted. But then I was moving out of the house I’d been living in, and I needed stuff to listen to as I packed and cleaned, and @khashanakalashtar‘s podfics came in clutch. I gave this one a try even though I didn’t like Dex, and @geniusorinsanity blew. My. Mind.

7. a fic from an unusual POV: “Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy” by @porcupine-girl, 8k, G, no warnings, Zimbits

Jesse Snowden knows all the best restaurants and gourmet food shops in Providence, so when Jack Zimmermann starts bringing in incredible baked goods, he's eager to find out where the new bakery is. When he meets the man behind the pies, he decides that there's no way Jack could really appreciate this guy's talent the way he does, even if they are friends. He starts hiring Jack's chef on the side, in the hopes that maybe once Bitty's done with college he'll come work for Jesse.

Good thing there is absolutely no way whatsoever that Jesse could possibly be misinterpreting this situation.

My notes: Oh my gosh this is so funny. The secondhand embarrassment factor is huge, but like, the hilarity. 

8. a comfort fic: “Don’t Need to Compromise” by @khashanakalashtar, 11k, E, no warnings, PB&J

“Hey,” said Kent, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that would change his entire life, “you said that like you know from experience. Have you done this before?”

Jack and Bitty have not done polyamory before, but they do know Ransom and Holster’s polycule, which contains March.

And March?

March is trans.

My notes: I’m in love with @khashanakalashtar‘s entire Directionverse series (and honestly a lot of their other writing), but “Don’t Need to Compromise,” which is the second fic in the series, just makes my heart swell especially much. The gender feels are so good, and all the characters are so good to each other, and when I listen to this on walks I have to actively try not to arm-flap. 

9. a fic you wish could be a movie: “Ice Crew Please!” by @petals42, 61k, T, no warnings, Zimbits

Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.

He’s not, of course.

Enter the Ice Crew.

AKA: The Ice Crew AU

My notes: This fic has its tender moments, but what I love most about it is the sheer goofiness. Ransom and Holster and Shitty are HILARIOUS in this one. I’d love to see their shenanigans in movie form. 

10. a WIP you read as it was updated: “Something Borrowed” by @fozmeadows, 48k, M, no warnings, Kent x OC

All things considered, Ari did his best to prepare himself for the advent of Kent Parson, Potentially Difficult Housemate and New Star Liney. The problem was that his best was an idiot.

My notes: So technically I didn’t start reading this until the first 19 chapters were posted. But there was still plenty of anticipation for the final few chapters. And like, @fozmeadows (as mentioned above) makes EXCELLENT OCs. And I love how their fics consistently convey that having bad things happen to you does not mark the end of your story. 

Okay, it’s bedtime, so have 10 excellent fics. I got bingo twice, because I went straight across on the top two rows.

#mine #omgcp #omgcheckplease #check please #fic recs

[excelsi-or]

just a little sweeter (pt. 10)

HELLLLOOOOOOOO~~ are you guys still there? LOL, it’s been like a month and a half since I last posted on here. The end of the semester just really got intense with projects, presentations, and finals. But I’m here and back for at least two weeks. I wanna see if I can bosh out the rest of this series before I move onto another one. 

I hope you’re all well. If you wanna update me on what’s new with you all, I’d love to know. I applied to grad school. I have one more semester left before graduation. Vaccinations have started in my area of the world. I started playing Hollow Knight (if anyone wants to talk about THIS GAME, please do. I love it.) Think that’s kinda it. 

BIPOC reeeeeccccc: N. K. Jemisin’s The City We Became is EXCELLENT. Diversity, racism, feminism, LGBTQ representation. I love it so much. One of my favourite books of the year, hands down. Nicole Crowder on IG does like upholstery and interior DIYs and content. I’ve been wanting to upholster these two chairs in my home and she put up a whole 2 min tutorial on how to do it. 

w.c. 3k (lol, it got really long oops! fluff and mature content, not quite smut, but it was definitely getting there. The first draft of this part was basically just smut, so I chopped and fixed it LOL. hope you guys still like it.)

pt.1; pt.2; pt.3; pt.4; pt.5; pt.6; pt.7; pt.8; pt. 9

“What do you mean you haven’t had sex with him yet?”

She rolls her eyes and sets a bowl in front of her previous roommate. Soobin had moved out months ago, shortly after she’d met Jihoon.

“It’s going really slow.” She slips into the seat across the table. “We haven’t really said I love you yet either.”

“What do you mean ‘haven’t really said’? What? Just ‘cause Woozi’s an idol he doesn’t know how to treat you right?”

She motions for Soobin to tuck into the food. “Jihoon is treating me wonderfully, thank you very much.” She pauses, her chopsticks hovering in the air. “It’s just… slow.”

“He has a whole child!” Soobin chews her noodles as she continues. “You’ve already passed the point of going slow.”

“It’s not as if Eunha is my child.”

“The kid spends more time here than any of our friends or your family.”

“Jihoon’s been busy.” She shrugs. “It’s easier for him to leave Eunha here than take her with him. Plus, you know the Terror likes her.”

Soobin chuckles. “That little horror of a brother of yours likes everyone.”

She smirks. “Okay, fair.” Then she waves her chopsticks between them. “But Eunha’s probably the reason why he’s going slow. We need to see if we’re compatible.” She meets Soobin’s gaze. “The man has a child.”

“It’s been months!” Soobin quickly cuts in before any interruptions. “Seven months to be exact. You would think that the next step at analyzing compatibility is whether you guys vibe in bed.”

She hums. She doesn’t want to admit out loud that yeah, she’s been having fantasies about Jihoon. However, she hasn’t gotten any clear signals from Jihoon that he wants to pursue anything further than making out on her couch after a date. And before she can broach the topic, he’s off to go get Eunha. If Jihoon never wanted to have sex with her, she wonders if that would be a deal breaker. But she really has no idea.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

“Sex? No.”

“So, what do you guys talk about?”

She throws her head back with a laugh. “You say that as if the only thing you and Jae talk about is sex.”

“Well, it came up a lot when we first started dating.”

“That’s because you guys started off having sex.” She sighs, turning her noodles with the tips of her chopsticks. “This relationship is really different. I don’t know how to gauge it.”

“Do you love him?”

“I haven’t told him.”

“But you do.”

“Yeah.”

“And does Eunha put you off wanting to be with him?”

She rests her cheek in her palm. “I honestly thought she would, but she only makes me love him more.”

“Then talking about sex, even if you’re not having it, is the next step.” Soobin gauges her friend’s reaction. “Even if Jihoon is the type not to want it. You should at least know that. He’s obviously done it at one point.”

There’s a pause before they both say, “The child.”

She nods. “You’re right though. We should talk about it.”

Seungcheol knocks on the studio door. “Hey. You needed me?”

Jihoon turns in his chair and nods. “Yeah. I need a second set of ears on this song. Bumzu hyung and Soonyoung are busy.”

Seungcheol nods and falls into the seat next to Jihoon. He notices the book on the desk. It’s been sitting there for a while. “You finish it?”

Jihoon glances at the book. “Oh.” Then, he resumes clicking through the excessive number of files open on his screen. “Yeah.”

And you haven’t returned it?”

“She reads it when she comes over.” Jihoon hands over the headphones and finally catches Seungcheol’s expression. “What? Is there some big meaning behind that too?”

Ever since he started dating, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and basically everyone in the building has found various meanings in his songs and life that allude to how ‘in love’ he is. He’s not about to tell everyone he’s in love—she doesn’t even know that yet—but not everything going on is about his relationship.

Seungcheol shrugs as he adjusts the headphones on his ears. “You seem to think there isn’t.”

“God.” Jihoon sighs and turns in his chair. He drops his cheek into his palm. “Enlighten me.”

“She’s a big reader and doesn’t like to leave books unfinished. If she’s letting you hold onto it for her, for when she comes over here, that says something.”

“So does leaving my daughter in her care, but we all have something we need taken care of.” He turns back to the screen. “Now, listen to this hook for me.”

Seungcheol settles back into the seat. He bops his head along to the melody until the lyrics play clear in his ears. Wide eyed, he turns to Jihoon and pushes one headphone off his ear. “We’re not putting this on the album, are we?”

Jihoon looks over at him with an eyebrow lifted. “Why not?”

“This is such a… a bedroom… sex song.” Seungcheol shakes his head. “We can’t put this on there.”

Jihoon frowns. “What?” He looks at the file name and feels his cheeks heat up. “Whoa. Not that one.” He quickly closes the file and makes sure that it’s closed. But his checking gives Seungcheol time to see a folder with her name. There’s one for Eunha that none of the boys want to ask about, but his girlfriend? She’s fair game.

“You have a folder of songs for her?” He acts horrified. “And that was one of them?”

Jihoon tries to think of any way out of this conversation and realizes that due to his carelessness, he can’t. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

“How many songs are in there? Do they all sound like that?”

“I refuse to answer those questions knowing that everyone is going to know by tomorrow and it’s already embarrassing that you know about one of them.”

“Hey.” Seungcheol’s voice goes soft. He likes to tease, but he recognizes touchy subjects when he broaches them. “Sorry. I didn’t realize. You know you can talk to me, right?”

Jihoon side eyes him. “I don’t want to admit how I feel about her to you when she hasn’t even heard all the songs on there.”

“What’s the folder for?”

“Just… inspiration.” Jihoon leans back further in his chair. “The songs on the upcoming album have come out of there. At least the less… perverted ones did.”

“There are other songs like that.” Seungcheol tries not to sound too surprised.

Jihoon’s cheeks are so warm that he takes a sip of his iced coffee. “Lately… yeah.”

“Have you…” Seungcheol shakes his head. “No. How could you? You always come home for Eunha.”

At this, Jihoon looks at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well… just that if you guys were having sex, you wouldn’t come straight home to your daughter, would you? Not when all of us would know.” Seungcheol narrows his eyes. “Right?”

Jihoon doesn’t even know how to respond to that except with the truth. “Fine. No. We haven’t yet.”

“Because of her or because of you.”

“Things are going slow. I don’t know… how to broach the topic.”

“Why can’t showing up to her door with passionate kisses be enough?”

“And what? Leave Eunha with you guys overnight?”

“Yeah, why not?”

So, Jihoon does just that and it turns out so much better than he expected.

“Why does this shirt,” he mutters between kisses, “have so many buttons?”

She giggles against his lips and steadies his hands in hers. “You’re excited. Like a child. Calm down.”

Jihoon hums, obsessed with the taste of her lips and her hands around his. She guides him through the motion of unbuttoning her shirt. Once they’re undone, he pulls away slightly. She tips her head. Jihoon is gentle with her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders. Her eyes watch him the entire time, watch him admire her body as the fabric falls to the floor. His hands start from the sides of her thighs up her body, skimming over her underwear, and holding her under the arms, hands right by her breasts.

“You’re really gonna tease,” she chuckles. She closes the distance between them, kissing him and fumbling with his shirt. His shirt is easy, his sweatpants he practically steps out of. It’s once they’re both just standing in their underwear that she stops him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Jihoon kisses her shoulder and up her neck to the base of her jaw. “Why would I want to stop?”

“Eunha?” she hums. The child’s face is prominent in her mind, but becomes hazy every time Jihoon sucks a spot on her neck.

“She adores you. Which gives me permission to also adore you.”

She smirks, arms wrapping around Jihoon’s neck to force him back to her lips. “I’m glad I pass the test.”

Jihoon scoops her up and carries her to the couch. She gasps in surprise, which forces him away again. Spread along the couch are a lot of her art supplies. When she turns back to him, there’s a grin on her face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to jump me tonight. I was planning to paint, so…”

“Do you want to clean first?” he chuckles.

She shrugs.

Jihoon snorts and picks her shirt up off the floor and hands it to her. As much as he wants to sleep with her, it seems tonight may not be the night. He finds his sweatpants and pulls them on then helps her move her art stuff. He sits on the coffee table while she manoeuvres her piece from the floor to the desk.

“Do you want to paint?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “I want to spend time with you.” She moves some stuff to make space for her piece.

“Do you want to teach me to paint?”

She peers over her shoulder at him. “Really?”

“Well, I’m impossible to teach, but I don’t want to leave yet.” Jihoon glances at her bare torso, as she hasn’t bothered to button the top. “And I like the view.”

She rolls her eyes, an amused smile on her face. “Are idols allowed to say stuff like that?”

Jihoon looks around her home. “Unless you have a listening device and turn me in, I’m confident to say how I feel about you.”

A smile blooms on her face at hearing that. She pulls one of her watercolour pads off the desk and motions for him to join her on the floor. She flips past the first two pages, but Jihoon still catches glimpses of them.

He grabs her wrist to stop her. “Were those of Eunha and me?”

“Oh.” She tilts her head and flips back. “Yeah.” The first page is from the night he had come over to learn to cook. The second was their first date.

Jihoon looks to her expectantly and she can only shrug.

“I draw what I like.”

Jihoon doesn’t know why he finds that embarrassing, but his ears feel warm.

She tips her head back in a laugh. “Of everything that’s happened tonight, Jihoonie, I don’t think you need to be embarrassed to hear that I like you.” She returns to the one with Eunha on it and pulls the sheet. “I wanted to give it to you, but I thought maybe it would be creepy if you knew I was painting you and your daughter from memory.”

Jihoon stares at the paintings. He can see Eunha’s expression in them; how happy she had been with the meal and the dessert. If this is what he’d look like that night, he had been extremely relaxed. His finger traces over the skin, amazed at how seamless it appears.

When his eyes lift to meet hers, she seems surprised to see tears.

“What’s wrong?”

Jihoon shakes his head. “Nothing.”

She slides closer to him and her thumb brushes his tears away. “You’re crying.”

Jihoon sighs and his head tips back, as he tries to keep the tears in. “I… it’s just that…” Jihoon’s gaze rests on her again. “No one else has seen Eunha like this. The members do, but they helped me raise her. Which is why sometimes she’s an absolute menace.”

She smiles.

“But…” Jihoon studies the painting, at his baby so beautifully depicted. “I don’t know. This kind of reminds me that maybe I’m doing okay if she looks like this.”

“Jihoon, you’re doing great. She’s happy and she loves you.”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m failing her all the time, and…” The tears appear again. “And I feel like I lost some of who I am, because I had her.”

She eases the sheet of paper out of his hands. Jihoon uncrosses his legs so she can move between them, draping her legs over his thighs. Her hands plant on the floor between them as she leans forward to press kisses to his face. His eyes close at the sensation. “Jihoon, she is all you. Your music is who you are. You live and breathe Seventeen. Just because you became a father doesn’t mean you lost any piece of the Jihoon that was there before she existed.”

Jihoon lifts a hand to the back of her neck to pull her closer. Painting is put on the back burner, as they get lost in the feeling of kissing each other. Jihoon’s legs curl behind her to prevent her from moving away. His free hand slips inside her shirt and finds home on her hip. His thumb moves back and forth across the skin there.

Meanwhile, her hands have pulled him as close she can get him, her fingers tangling in his hair. When she gives the hair at the base of his neck a small tug, he groans. This lets her slip her tongue into his mouth. He tastes like her coffee, unsurprisingly enough. And she has to admit, it tastes better on his tongue than in the cup.

She can feel his growing hard on through his sweatpants. When she pulls away to breathe, she asks, “So we’re not painting then?”

Jihoon hums something incoherent, because she latches her lips against his neck.

“Wait,” he breathes.

She slows her assault on his neck, but doesn’t stop.

“No hickies.”

“Simple enough,” she breathes against his skin.

Jihoon finds himself falling back onto the floor as her kisses trail all over his body. Her hands explore every muscle and memorize them. Jihoon enjoys the treatment, his eyes closing while he lets his other sense take over. She wiggles him out of his sweatpants again and then returns to his lips.

“Bed?” She adjusts her body over his, putting pressure against him, which makes it impossible for him to reply.

Jihoon looks up at her and his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. She sucks a spot on the soft skin near his jaw, but stops before it can leave a mark. He manages to roll them over.

“You’re making it really hard to think.”

She slides a leg between his, which seems just enough friction for him to grimace. “You’re thinking with something else.”

“Where’s your bed?”

Her eyes dart to her left. He helps her to standing and then lifts her. Her legs wrap around his waist. If there had been other objects in the way, he would have knocked into all of them, because she starts kissing him again. And it seems like his brain shuts off as soon as she does that. He presses her against her bedroom wall and when he ruts against her, her breath catches.

“So, you are needy.”

“Lee Jihoon, you are literally between my legs,” she manages between kisses. “Yes, I’m needy.”

Jihoon pulls away for a moment. “But you’ve seemed so calm and collected tonight.”

She rolls her eyes and gently kisses his cheeks before saying, “If I was ready to pounce on you when you walked in here, would you have wanted to fuck me?”

Jihoon jumps at the blatant term, but he pivots so that he can lay her on the bed. One of his hand sneaks between her legs, his other arm propping his body over hers, and drags his fingers over the fabric. When she squirms beneath his touch, he says, “Maybe not. But… I’ve wanted this a while.” He meets her gaze. “So I don’t think too much have scared me away tonight.”

Her head tilts back as he begins to rub his fingers in circles. He watches her carefully.

“Stop staring,” her breath hitches, “and kiss me.”

Jihoon smirks. “Make me.”

She snakes a hand behind his head to pull him down towards her. Her kisses stutter depending on the speed of his fingers. His kisses trail down to her neck and nibbles the soft skin on her collar bone. She presses her hands into his shoulders to try to keep her bearings. When he kisses back up her neck and sucks the soft spot of her jaw and she moans something beautiful, he knows that’s a sound he’s going to have in his mind long after this is over.

He slows his fingers down. “How close are you?”

Her breath is heavy; she can’t even answer him. Her rut up into his hand is good indication though.

Two of her orgasms and one of his later, he returns from the bathroom with a washcloth and gently cleans her off. Then he lies on top of her again, her hands go to massage his temples.

“So, you’re going to tell your daughter we… coloured when you came over today?” she teases.

Jihoon rests his cheek against her chest, listening to her heartbeat slowing down after the exertion. “I told her she was staying with the members because I was coming over here for a play date.”

She laughs. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

Jihoon can’t help but smile as he falls asleep.

#woozi #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #lee jihoon scenarios #Lee Jihoon #seventeen scenarios #Seventeen #seventeen imagines #Svt

[satashiiwrites]

Hello! 7, 29, and/or 40 for the fic writer asks?

7. Favorite piece of writing advice?

When you’re writing your first draft ignore the rules of what good writing should be.  

I’m serious.  

The most important part of a first draft is getting the words down.  You can always come back later and grimace over how you used the same descriptor like fifty times in a page or you misused the wrong word.  You can smack yourself for starting the last five paragraphs with the same word tomorrow.  You can realize that the dialogue doesn’t fit two months after you posted it. 

In the meantime, just write.  Get the idea out.  Put something down. Starting is also the hardest part. 

Side note: I’m a terrible editor. I usually get to a certain point and say: “good enough” and throw things out into the wild for other people to contemplate. 

I also think that there’s also a lot of terrible writing advice out there.  Yeah I know that long form fiction used to mean a certain word length when we were mostly bound to paper books but you know…. I’ve read just one actual paper book this year and it was because it wasn’t available digitally (which grrr). Old rules are meant to be broken—you just might write something more interesting for not having followed someone’s rules. 

Also—when’s the last time you got really great advice from someone famous?  I’ll listen to Neil Gaiman any day over just a magazine article listing ‘rules to get published’.  

Then again, I write mostly for myself and my friends’ enjoyment. 

29. Where do you get your inspiration from?

Everywhere?  Conversations with you ( @quietborderline or @radio-chatter) which sometimes ends up running me about 30 k words or more depending on what we’re talking about.  You both are great cheerleaders 😉, 

Sometimes all it takes is seeing something on my tumblr feed or a moodboard that doesn’t even seem related to the fandom in which I choose to write the idea.  I love the moodboards that other people post for other couples and my brain just is a magpie nest of random bits of ideas that end up stuck together some days. 

I also read/listen to a lot of books on tape.  I try to alternate nonfiction and fiction while I’m on my runs and they usually end up being my daydreaming/plotting sessions.  I’m also the type of person who will have the tv on in the background at home just for noise (which totally means I don’t watch things real closely sometimes) so sometimes I get random tangents with my favorite characters and attach them to whatever I last watched. 

I also watch a lot of documentaries on all sorts of random things.  

40. What do you think your writing specialty is?

Ooof. Well… um?  We’ve mentioned before that I don’t like editing very much. I’m probably your person if you like wordy, overly described deep world building/immersion in the story.  I think I do that okay?  Otherwise AAT would probably be only 100k words instead of the monster it is.  I love falling into research holes and have been known to listen to entire college lecture series on topics that pertain to my current writing projects (hello The Great Courses!). This is why I have a mini-hydroponics garden setup in my kitchen. 

Or maybe I should say shower sex?  That does seem to be a recurring theme 😅 see: exposure therapy, hydrotherapy for the soul, Just Friends? Buddie vs the Kiss Cam series.  I seem to write a lot about it (my inner Evan Buckley would like to remind people that the bathroom is the room where you’re most likely to get injured in your home so perhaps consider some anti skid patches for the shower floor). 

#ask and you will be answered #fic writer asks

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Sugar Kiss Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2

Space Force Netflix

Fuck Tony Scarapiducci x Reader

Notes: I get a little bit cared away by my inspiration so this part is kind of long. But, I hope you will stay until the end because it’s really important ! I hope you will like it !

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.  

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F. Tony couldn’t really explain what kind of impulse took him that Friday evening on his way home. But, one thing was sure, he needed to see you. 

After one week of feeling ashame and stupid. Writing draft after draft of tweets not sure of the good things to write, apologies, joke, publicity proposition, before immediately erasing them. He became foolishly hopeful to cross your path on the entry of the General Naird office or in the lobby.  It’s only when Wednesday arrived that the idea that maybe you were mad at him slowly started to drive him crazy, leading him to be distracted and sad. 

On many occasions that week, people had asked him if he were okay, confused in front of his unusual silence and the way he was absently biting the nail of his thumbs. 

Even Brad, who usually had a smile each time the four stars general became angry at Tony, started to ask questions that Friday morning.

“ Are you okay ? You are sit on this chair for almost thirty minutes now “ 

“ Yeah yeah interesting. Brad...did...Y/N is the kind of woman to do the cold shoulder traitement...or things like that...did she bring you a box of somethings this week...did she get ill ? “ Tony asked, ignoring the previous question of the one star general about his state of mind.

“ Y/N ?  No I didn’t see her this week, she had that new product she was preparing to release so she was kind of busy. And she certainly is not ill, my wife always knows when one of us is sick. I don’t know how she does it, it’s almost like if she ....” Brad replied half mumbling to himself. “ Why do you want to know if she is the kind to do the silence traitement...what did you do F. Tony ? “  

The joy that maybe you weren't mad at him, abruptly chasing the dark cloud, making him jump out of the inconfortable chair.  

“ She had a cake release ? It wasn’t announced anywhere ! How should I were suppose to known that !” He exclaimed, already writing his next tweet for the moonlight cake twitter. Returning to his office, letting Brad wonders what’s happening and repeatedly calls his name. 

But,once the funny tweet was ready, he still couldn’t send it either, having a strange feeling that it wasn’t the right thing to do. Feeling that Fuck Anthony Scarapaducci didn’t had often in his life.

And there he was, standing in front of the bakery door, waving at you, a smile full of hope plastered on his face . 

Like always, you were stunning even in your simple casual jeans and t-shirt . At your expression, who’s quickly shifting for the most adorable smirk he ever seen, you didn’t expect to see anybody tonight.

Trying to calm the now fast beat of his heart and stop the fog invading his brain as you were reaching to unlock the door. A thousand of sentences started to spin in his head. But, none of the brilliant introductions or explanations for his presence really seem to justify the impulse who’s caught him. Letting him totally mute in front of your amused gaze.  

 “ Well, I know you didn’t really have close hours in space, Spaceman, but on earth it’s kind of a  popular thing. “ You joke, your smile illuminating his night. 

“ Yeah I know...We work on that...I was near and I thought to come see if you still were there...” He lied. “ I can come back another day if you prefer…?” 

“ And let me eat all by myself the two last cinnamon rolls of the day ? No, come in, save me of a devastating sugar rush “ 

" If you insist on offering me a cinnamon roll…" He smiled, passing the door.  

Looking around, admiring the simple but elegant Moon theme you had put in the main room.  Succeeding somehow to make something like space, usually cold, welcoming and warm just like you.  

“ Welcome to Moonlight cake F.Tony “ 

“ Thanks, I like it, it’s really...it’s really you, but with the moon...like Space Force is great but here it’s...really moonie...Instagram aesthetic...” He replied, realizing too late that he was babbling. Closing his eyes,cursing against himself. He suddenly opened them at the soft touch of your hand on his arms. 

“ Thank you, it was kind of the idea... F. Tony, I’m sorry but...are you...are you mad at me, for not telling you sooner about twitter ? Because I swear I thought that you knew“ You shyly ask, the expression in your face, a mix of curiosity, hope and sadness, hurting him. 

“ Mad at you, me ? Naah, of course no...I didn’t reply because of all this job the general Naird had for me this week. That man is so lost if I’m not here to read his tweet and arrange his meeting...” Fuck Tony reply, exaggerating his expression. The last grumble of his own fear that you were mad at him leaving his body like a stone out of his chest” And your uncle tell me about that cake release so I just think that you didn’t need that kind of distraction, that all I swear “  

Seeing you smiling again, the expression so painful for him, leaving your face. He caught himself smiling, like if your happiness was sufficient to make himself happy, like a human bluetooth device.

“ Take a seat I will come back with the pastries  “ You offer him, disappearing being the double door of the kitchen. 

Absently sitting on one of the bistro chairs of the counter, passing a hand in his hair to keep them smooth and in order. F. Tony gave another look around him, discovering your touch in every little decoration and design. Passing from the soft grey of the wall from the blue roses on the counter and the framed picture of the moon. 

“ Sorry for making you wait, I put a batch of cupcake in the oven for tomorrow. So, what brought you here ? “ You asked, contouring the long surface before sitting at his side, putting one of the dessert plates with the precious roll in front of him.

“ I um...I “ He started, fidgeting with his fork, the thought of telling you that he simply wanted to see your face crossing his mind before being shut down by his ego and fear of rejection “ I’m here to offer you my help with the media and talking about an idea“ He suddenly exclaimed, the fog of his brain vanishing.  

“ I'm listening “ You reply, tearing a piece of your roll.

And the simple things that you were truly listening to him,giving you all your attention ,gave him one of the best feelings in the world. 

" When I plan a meeting or press conference we always have the same company hired by the government who serves us awful coffee and hard as hell cookies. No surprise after that, that these reporters ask stupide and horrible questions, they are angry. But, if we serve them your soft, sweet pastry...happiness." He explained, taking a bite of his own sweet. 

" That seems a really great idea, but what makes you think they will accept the change. They will maybe not like what I have to offer or my price. "

" We will probably have to make a plan with a smaller size of your product, bite size, smaller but more for the same cost to bake. But trust me, after a taste of your stuff they will say yes to everything you will ask." He replied, sure of his affirmation. Naird maybe didn't take him seriously when he was talking about social media, but, even he was able to see that in planification, F. Tony didn't play games. " The reputation of Moonlight cake is perfect in the town and at the base. Link to the space force event you will become a legend." 

"Did you think about what it will cost me to do this ? Transport, staff and stock ?" 

" I had thought of it too. If you bring some regular stock, we can sell them at the cafeteria, to the soldier and staff, creating a limited event. So, you will raise your sales of the day and It will also give the chance to gain new customers. “ He continu, glad to not lose all his capacity in front of your brilliant gaze.   

"That's smart,but I'm only a small bakery in a town in Colorado. Government won't hire small business like mine usually" You asked, your knee brushing his as you instinctively approaching him, caught in the discussion. 

" Please, I'm Fuck Anthony Scarapiducci. " He smirks, approaching his face of yours, like if he was about to give you a secret. " I have important contact. " He wink, his heart racing,your delicious perfume waking up is sense. 

" And you will help me, just like that, for my pretty eyes? " You reply,almost in a whisper playfully flirting.

" Y/ N I could do so many things for just the sight of your pretty eyes…" F. Tony flirty confesses, his face at only few inches of yours, giving a glance to your lips. 

Your gaze locked, you slowly approche of each other, attraction pushing you like a magnet. 

Before being suddenly distracted by the loud noise of the oven clock. 

" I...I have to take the cupcake out of the oven" You shyly tell, taking a quickly step back.  

" Yes, no problem I um…" He started misunderstanding your shyness for regret, preparing already himself to leave.  

"I will come back in a minute, stay there please “ You ask, giving him a shy look back before coming into the kitchen,a smile on your lips. 

"Yes! I... I will wait for you here….that you come back…here " He replied surprise, his mind slowly realizing that you almost shared a kiss. That you would actually let him kiss you.

“ They are perfectly gold and smell divine “ You announce, coming back in the main room where F.Tony was waiting for you, lost in his thoughts. “ Are you okay, you seem really serious right now “ 

Lifting his decided gaze on you, his heart beating like crazy, he didn’t bother to reply getting up off his chair before cupping the side of your face with his left hands, his finger tangling into your hair. Approaching gently his face of yours, building his courage, he suddenly kissed you, passing an arm around your waist. 

The kiss, at first sweet and gentle, becomes quickly passionate. Putting your hands on the back of his neck and his shoulder, trying to keep your balance as your head was starting to deliciously spin. You feel his lips leave yours, making you miss the pressure of his mouth almost immediately. 

“ I really have to go...both of my phone's vibrate...Naird need me...I...I text you...I swear…” F.Tony whispers, taking a step back before kissing you quickly one more time in the lips. “ I’m sorry“

Turning on his heels, passing the door, a mix of emotion bursting inside his chest. He let you in shock in the middle of the bakery, your fingers brushing your lips, your heart and his resonating at the same beat.

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Psycho ~ Minghao, Jun and Wonwoo AU

Genre: Angst, thriller AU smidge of fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, serial killer stuff.

Requested: Yes

Anonymous said: jun, wonwoo, or minghao scenario inspired from baekhyun's psycho pls 🥺

Words: 3,871

~Sorry for the wait, I hope you like it!~

Your chest felt heavy. The air around you was silent and smelled like gun smoke and blood.

Your eyes fixated on the body of him.

Voices started yelling, to you it sounded like it was underwater.

“DROP YOUR WEAPON! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”

You blinked a few times with a blank expression and dropped the gun turning slowly towards the police with your arms in the air.

The day had started like any other day. On your way to work you ran into your oldest friend, Jun. He works at the small coffee shop you stop at every day on your way to work.

Up until 3rd grade you were the kid that was friends with everyone yet nobody. Everyone was nice to you, but you never quite fit into a friend group until Jun transferred in when he moved to your Seoul from his hometown. Nobody wanted to talk to the transfer student but you made an effort to be his friend. From that point on it was you and Jun against the world.

You got to work, a newspaper office. You sat at your desk, about to begin working on one of the columns you had been assigned. You popped your fingers then began typing your rough draft when your boss approached your desk.

“I need you to come to my office.” He said quietly.

You looked up and nodded getting up and following him to his office. You shut the door behind you and he motioned for you to sit down.

“Y/N, you have been here since you graduated. Out of all of the graduates we took on that year, you are the one who has improved the most.” He said.

“Thank you, sir. That means a lot to me.” You smiled.

“That being said, I trust you with this story.” He said and handed over a small file.

Unbeknownst to you this small file was going to grow large with evidence. It would become essentially your lifeline, your obsession.

You worked quickly on your other assignments before cracking open the file.

There has been a string of murders in your city and some surrounding areas and seems as if they are all connected.

You began doing research on the computer. Before you knew it, you were the last person in the building and it was nearing 10:30pm. You sighed and placed the information you got into the file. Tomorrow you decided you would begin talking to people and truly investigating it.

You checked to make sure the building was locked before shouldering your bag and walking out into the crisp evening air.

Thoughts swirled in your brain. You had always enjoyed the occult and studying murder cases, especially serial killers. Never in a million years did you think working on a story about an unfolding serial killer case was going to be your big break.

You were half way across the street when a car honked at you. You jumped and looked over to see a police cruiser. Your neighbor of several years, who had turned into a close friend, Minghao hung out the window in his uniform.

“You’re out late, let me give you a ride home.” He called.

“Are you off?” You asked. He nodded and motioned for you to get into the car.

It was warmer than outside and you were grateful.

“Did you just get off?” He asked as the light turned green and he took off heading toward the apartment building that you two live at.

“Yeah, I got caught up on some research for a new story that my boss gave me today.” You replied.

“What is it on?” He asked.

“You actually may be able to help me out on it, are you familiar with the recent string of murders?” You asked and looked over. His face was blank.

“Your boss put you on that story? It is horrifyingly gory.” He said

“So you are.” You replied.

“A bit, but I can’t say anything.” He said.

“No worries, I won’t ask then. Just investigate.” You said playing with your hands.

“You are a reporter, not a detective.” Minghao said, you rolled your eyes.

“You could say those two occupations are one in the same, one just gets to have more information easily accessible while the other has to do some more digging.” You replied.

The rest of the ride was silent. You were glad when Minghao finally pulled into the apartment building.

“Thanks for the ride.” You said and headed up.

Once you got into your apartment you ate a little and studied some of the notes you had taken today before going out onto your balcony for your nightly cigarette.

After you lit it inhaling the harsh chemicals, you jumped seeing someone on the balcony to your left, that apartment had been vacant for some time.

“Sorry to scare you.” A voice said. You placed a hand over your heart waiting for it to calm down.

“I moved in this afternoon, I am Wonwoo.” He continued.

“Y/N. Where did you move from?” You asked.

“Changwon.” He replied.

“Well it is nice to meet you, welcome to Seoul.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” He said with a hint of a smile before disappearing behind his sliding glass door.

“Who was that?” You jumped at the sound of Minghao’s voice on the other side of you, the balcony to your right.

“Our new neighbor.” You replied and took a drag of your cigarette.

“You will have to check out his background, make sure this new serial killer isn’t him.” Minghao said cooly accompanied with a wink. You rolled your eyes and crushed your cigarette.

“For all I know it could be you.” You said sarcastically, you went into your apartment before he could come back with another witty comment that more often than not just frustrated you.

You laid in bed staring at the ceiling mulling over the case. Minghao was right, they were down right gruesome. You had only seen a handful of crime scene photos but you knew once you saw more they would haunt your dreams. This was the exact reason you chose to be a reporter rather than a detective. But here you were with what could be one of the greatest crime stories of the decade.

“You can talk to us, we aren’t pressing charges on you.” One of the police officers said as you sat in a small interrogation room. “We just want to know what happened.” His partner said.

Your eyes fell from the officers to the table, you wanted to talk but you couldn’t.

The door burst open, “Y/N!” You looked up for a moment before looking down.

“I am going to take over.” The familiar voice said to the officers showing his badge. The officers nodded and left.

The figure sat down across from you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked.

You looked up into his gaze, “I killed him.”

It had been a couple weeks since you got the story to work on, it was taking up your life. You had posted a few small pieces on it while working on the big picture.

As you exited your work you were met by Jun.

“How long have you been here?” You asked walking toward the bus stop.

“A while. I haven’t seen you forever.” He said.

“I see you everyday.” You quipped.

“Yeah so you can get coffee, like one on one. We haven’t hung out in a long time.” He said.

You sighed.

“I know, I have been working on a big story for work and it has taken up most of my time.” You replied. Jun sighed.

“I miss the good old days.” Jun said.

“Yeah when you would flip and go missing for a few days? So fun.” You snapped rather harshly. You were sleep deprived and frustrated with this story, it was ridiculous they couldn’t find him.

“Wow, Y/N. I’m sorry I am such a burdensome friend. I’ll see you later.” Jun snapped and brushed past you walking down the street.

“Jun wait.” You said, but it was too late he was too far away.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Quarreling with your boyfriend?” You jumped and looked to see your neighbor, Wonwoo.

“He is just my friend.” You say and then look down.

“Oh, my bad.” Wonwoo said, you remained silent.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked you.

“No, I haven’t.” You replied.

“Would you like to go with me? My treat.” He said.

You contemplated. You had been so busy with work you had hardly gotten to know your new neighbor which was unlike you. You liked to know your neighbors and to be their friend.

“Sure, I would love to.” You said, giving him a small smile.

“How does curry sound?” He asked.

“Perfect.” You replied.

The two of you walked away from the bus stop to the nearest restaurant with curry.

You made small talk as you walked along. You learned he has a brother, he moved to Seoul for school, but is currently just working at a small grocery store before school begins in a handful of weeks.

After you ordered your food you thanked Wonwoo for treating you to dinner.

“Considering you just moved in I should have treated you to dinner.” You said.

“That is alright, you can treat me next time.” He smiled.

You had thought he looked so cold each time you had run into him but you were pleasantly surprised to find Wonwoo is actually a really kind person.

“So what do you do for work? It seems like whatever it is it takes a pretty heavy toll on your mind.” He said as he sipped on his drink.

“I am a journalist. Usually it doesn’t bother me too much, but I am working on a really heavy story right now so it is a bit draining. I would like to apologize for not being super friendly since you moved in, that isn’t like me.” You replied.

“I understand. What story is it, if I may ask?”

“I’ve named it the Seoul Night Stalker case. Real original, I know.” You said taking a bite of food. Wonwoo’s eyebrow arched.

“You are the head reporter on the case?” He asked, you nodded, “I can see why you seem so drained. That is a heavy case. I am actually going to school for criminology so this case has peaked my interest.” He said.

“It is crazy, that is for sure. I just want this sick individual found and put behind bars.” You said losing your appetite.

“Maybe you should take a break from it. It is obviously taking a toll on you.” Wonwoo said.

You furrowed your eyebrow.

“I can’t, this is my big break. I’ve been a mediocre journalist at the newspaper but this is my opportunity to become a better known one.” You said. Wonwoo sighed and continued eating his food.

You got yours to go and the two of you walked out. You were walking in silence towards a bus stop that would take you back to your apartment when Wonwoo’s phone rang. You couldn’t help but see that it was a blocked number.

“Sorry I have to take this.” The two of you stopped and he turned his back to you walking a few steps away.

You played with your hands hearing a little bit of the conversation. When Wonwoo was done on the phone he turned back to you.

“I am sorry, someone called in sick, I have to go pick up another shift. Thank you for eating dinner with me.” He said.

“Thank you for paying, have a nice shift.” You said and parted ways.

You sat on the bus thinking. Wonwoo was right, this was taking a toll on you but you didn’t want to show any weakness, you wanted to just plow through and write your story.

You thought back to your interaction with Jun and decided to call him. After ringing it went to voicemail.

“Hey, Jun. It’s Y/N. I just wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. That was very rude and there is no excuse. I actually kind of need a break from work. Do you want to travel to the countryside this weekend? You mean a lot to me, I know you had it hard. I shouldn’t use it against you, that was wrong of me. Anyways, sorry I am rambling. See you soon, Jun.” You left a message. You sighed and looked out the window.

Once you got to your apartment building you went straight to Minghao’s apartment and knocked on the door knowing he would have some alcohol. But to no avail he was not home. You had some at home, but you preferred drinking with others. Plus, Minghao knew what it was like to have a job that comes home with you.

So you went to your apartment and vegged out for the rest of the evening. You hadn’t been sleeping well so you tried taking a hot shower to relax before you laid down.

You were almost asleep when your phone began ringing. You picked it up to see Jun’s name flash across the screen.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Y/N, where are you?” He asked, there was a hint of fear in his voice.

“I am home, why? Are you okay?” You asked.

“I gotta talk to you, but I can’t talk to you there or over the phone. I saw something... Meet me at the 24/7 cafe down the street from where we live. Stay safe.” He said and the line cut out.

You were worried. You quickly threw on some clothes before running out and down the stairs.

You got there, he wasn’t there yet. You ordered your usuals and found a place to sit.

You kept checking your phone, the minutes turned to hours.

You tried calling but his phone kept going straight to voicemail.

It was almost 4:30 in the morning when you finally gave up and went home catching about 2 hours of sleep before getting up to go to work.

You were really worried, during your lunch you finally called the police station to report Jun missing.

“I am sorry miss, he is over 18 so until it has been 24 hours since you have heard from him we can’t do anything. Have you told his family?” The operator asked.

“He doesn’t have any.” You replied, “Thank you for your help.” You said and ended the call.

You weren’t hungry so you went right back to work.

After a while you were brought out of your thoughts when someone knocked on your desk.

You looked up to see Minghao in his uniform standing in front of you.

“I need you to come with me.” He said. You nodded and saved your work and followed Minghao outside.

The two of you got to his police cruiser.

“Can you tell me what this is about?” You asked. Minghao sighed and looked down.

“I’m going to need to take you into the station, you were the one that called in about Jun right?”

You had this sinking feeling in your stomach. You didn’t say anything.

Minghao opened the back door of his cruiser and helped you in.

The ride was silent as he drove to the police station.

You were taken to a small room. Another officer came in.

“Were you close with Junhui Wen?” The officer asked.

“Yes, he is my best friend.” You said.

“When was the last time you saw him?” The officer inquired.

“Yesterday around 6 when I was getting off of work.” You replied.

“Was that the last time you spoke?”

“No, he called me a little before midnight and asked me to meet him at the cafe espresso on 6th avenue. I went there but he never showed up.” You said.

“Was anything off?”

“He seemed a little scared, a little out of breath. Is Jun okay?” You asked.

The officer bit his lip.

“He was found in a park this morning, we didn’t get a positive ID until a couple hours ago.” He said.

You let out a loud sob as tears streamed down your cheeks. The police officer sat awkwardly.

“I am very sorry for your loss. I will let officer Xu come back in and take you home. Thank you for your cooperation. We will keep you updated on the investigation.” He said and left you alone. You cried until you couldn’t. Minghao walked in and put his jacket around you and helped you stand. You were numb.

Minghao took you home, he went inside to your apartment with you to comfort you.

You had taken a week off of work, but that didn’t stop you from investigating. Jun was murdered similarly to the women in the case you were studying.

“Y/N. You need to stop, this is tearing you apart.” Minghao said as he found you at the park where Jun was found.

“I think I am getting closer to figuring out who it is.” You argued.

“That isn’t your job, it is the police or NIS.” He yelled.

“Well obviously they aren’t doing their job because they haven’t found him! You know what I found out? Evidence is going missing, they aren’t investigating their own people.” You said.

“Where did you hear that?” He asked, his voice lowered.

“I can’t say, they wanted to stay anonymous.” You replied.

Minghao shook his head.

“You need to stop before you become a target.” He said.

“Is that a threat?” You asked.

Minghao looked at you, his gaze was icy.

“I’m going back to work. I will talk to you once you’ve calmed down.” Minghao said and left you alone.

When you got home there was a small paper slipped under your door.

You aren’t the only one who has been investigating. Do you want your inside scoop? Meet me at the park at midnight. See you soon.

xx “The Night Stalker”

You did as the note said. You went to the park. You waited.

“What the hell are you doing here?” A voice said.

You turned to see Minghao. You shook your head.

“Stop following me around. Just go.” You replied and turned around folding your arms.

“I’m not following you. I asked you to meet me here.” He said in a monotone voice.

You turned back toward him with wide eyes.

A smirk was playing on his lips.

“I hate that you were assigned to this case. I didn’t want to hurt you. But you know too much.” Minghao said.

“And Jun?” You asked.

“Killing men totally isn’t my style, but he caught me. He was obviously going to tell you so I need to shut him up.” He replied.

“You are sick!” You screamed.

“I know.” He said with a cold smile.

You stared at him in unbelief. You started to think of all the time you had spent together laughing and having fun. Looking back on it, he was off. But you had grown to love and trust him like a brother.  

“Because I have some sort of semblance of what normal people call feelings toward you, I won’t hurt you as bad as the others. It will be quick I promise.” He said as he slowly began approaching you.

You pulled out the gun you were hiding in your waistband, pointing it at him.

“Trying to play vigilante, eh?” He smirked.

“I just want you dead so you can’t hurt people anymore.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Once you pull that trigger you will be just like me.” He smirked.

“I will never delight in the shedding of blood you sick freak.” You replied.

“Ouch, your words hurt.” He said sarcastically with his hand over his heart.

“Maybe you deserve to die as violent and slowly as those girls, like Jun did.” He smirked.

BANG

Minghao looked at you shocked before looking down to his chest to see the blood spurting out of his chest.

“Son of a bitch. You actually did it.” He muttered before falling over.

Your chest felt heavy. The air around you was silent and smelled like gun smoke and blood.

Your eyes fixated on the body of him.

Voices started yelling, to you it sounded like it was underwater.

“DROP YOUR WEAPON! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”

You blinked a few times with a blank expression and dropped the gun turning slowly towards the police with your arms in the air.

They took you to the station. “You can talk to us, we aren’t pressing charges on you.” One of the police officers said as you sat in a small interrogation room. “We just want to know what happened.” His partner said.

Your eyes fell from the officers to the table, you wanted to talk but you couldn’t.

The door burst open, “Y/N!” You looked up for a moment before looking down.

“I am going to take over.” The familiar voice said to the officers showing his badge. The officers nodded and left.

The figure sat down across from you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked.

You looked up into his gaze, “I killed him.”

Wonwoo took your hand in his and softly grazed his thumb over your knuckles.

“We were almost there, I am sorry you had to do that.” He said. While investigating you figured out that Wonwoo was an NIS agent.

After you received the note you called the local police and hatched this plan. You knew if you didn’t go they wouldn’t catch the murderer, Minghao.

This was something that was going to stay with you for the rest of your life. You quit your job at the newspaper and packed up leaving town as soon as you could. You found a small town on the other side of the country. You worked at a local corner store.

It had been a pretty busy day at the store and you were exhausted, someone called in though so to get some extra hours you took the closing shift for them.

You were sweeping preparing to close the store when someone approached you.

“Excuse me.”

You looked up to see Wonwoo, you smiled softly.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Yes, I was actually wondering if you wanted to go out to eat after you get off of work?” He asked.

“I would love to.” You replied.

The only person you kept in contact with was Wonwoo after you had left. Whenever he got the chance he would come to visit you.

You never talked about the past with him, that was one thing you loved about him. He never brought it up and you knew he wouldn’t.

“It’s a date.” He winked and your heart skipped a beat as a stupid smile made it’s way to your face as he left.

Originally you thought you could never have happiness or any semblance of a normal life again. You were grateful for Wonwoo who decided to show you otherwise.

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[seijch]

you find yourself in the depths. how long have you been down here? the saltwater feels like a second skin, the pressure building within you a challenge to dive deeper. you know, tucked into an isolated crevice of your mind, that you should be careful, lest you lose yourself to the void. but when it calls for you so sweetly, you have no choice but to answer.

last updated: 04 october 2020 

beyond this point, you’ll find a list of wips i find myself wanting to work on the most. each wip’s synopsis and progress will be updated semi-regularly. if you want more information or would like to be tagged if/when they’re finished, shoot me an ask!

the edge of dawn ➣ kuroo tetsurou, high fantasy au (inspired heavily by fire emblem: three houses)

⇢ currently on the backburner, draft one (<50% complete, 5.9k).

kuroo just has one of those personalities, so charismatic and larger than life that it almost annoys you. you’d follow him anywhere, through life and even death, if that’s what it takes. as seasons change and the world turns upside down, you find those vows becoming closer and closer to the truth.

i like you a latte! (and other basic pickup lines) ➣ oikawa tooru, coffeeshop au / part of the five weeks of fluff event.

⇢ currently on the backburner. planned release date: 01 november 2020.

oikawa, in truth, is a good barista. he knows how to walk the line between different flavor profiles, and his latte art is to die for. (he’s also easy on the eyes, but that’s neither here nor there.) the problem lies in the fact that he insists on holding up the line to chat you up -- and won’t even give you a complimentary drink for the time he wastes.

untitled ➣ matsukawa issei, urban fantasy au / part of the five weeks of fluff event.

⇢ currently on the backburner. planned release date: 08 november 2020.

it had taken you weeks to gather the necessary ingredients for this potion. all that’s left is to brew it and have some poor sap test it out. unfortunately for him, matsukawa has seen a concerning trend in both being your test dummy and being the one to bear the brunt of the inherent complications of whatever bullshit you tried to whip up. and this time? well, it goes about as well as you’d expect.

untitled ➣ futakuchi kenji, (vaguely) reincarnation au / inspired by this prompt

⇢ currently planning (solidifying concept, dynamic, etc.). planned release date: 09 november 2020 local time. futakuchi birthday fic.

in which you are the afterlife’s receptionist and kenji has found himself (unwillingly) signed up for the reincarnation program. you’d change it for him if you could--you’re getting tired of him taking all the candy you leave for visitors whenever he makes an appearance. unfortunately for both of you, the powers that be demand that he be dragged through a few lives before he deserves the cushy afterlife he longs for.

untitled ➣ semi eita, xenoblade chronicles 2 au / part of the xenoblade chronicles 2 universe

⇢ currently on the backburner. planned release date: 10 november 2020 local time. semi birthday fic.

what starts as a chance encounter in the commerce hub known as argentum sets off what might be the world’s most convoluted set of dominoes.

banana pancakes ➣ yamaguchi tadashi, neighbor au / part of the five weeks of fluff event.

⇢ currently on the backburner. planned release date: 15 november 2020.

as it turns out, the cute boy that lives next door is suffering constantly from a shortage of ingredients (and sometimes, recipes). you have no choice but to help him out.

untitled ➣ kuroo tetsurou, superhero au

⇢ currently planning (solidifying concept, dynamic, etc.). planned release date: 16 november 2020 local time. kuroo birthday fic.

for you, causing havoc within the city has never been about fame or fortune. it might sound unhinged, but think of it this way: you’re tired of being nice. it’s time to go apeshit. or it would be, had it not been for a particularly incessant thorn in your side, a hero by the name of panthera. to make matters worse, a criminal organization known as nohebi is on the rise, and you’ll be damned if your stress relief sessions get ruined by some third party. thus begins a rocky partnership with your worst enemy (and the realization that you two might not be so different, after all).

untitled ➣ tsukishima kei, friends to lovers au / part of the five weeks of fluff event, inspired by this song

⇢ currently on the backburner. planned release date: 22 november 2020.

confessing to the person you like is hard. your palms are sweaty, you’re fumbling over your words, and holy shit all you can hear is your heart hammering in your chest. but you know what they say: practice makes perfect.

untitled ➣ kuroo tetsurou, knight au / part of the five weeks of fluff event

⇢ currently on the backburner. planned release date 29 november 2020.

destiny is preordained. in three days, you will ascend to the throne. kuroo will become the captain of the royal guard. you will be forced to marry someone you barely know and don’t love, turning a blind eye to their...other affairs. but right now, you choose to take fate in your own hands.

chasing daybreak ➣ kageyama tobio, high fantasy au (inspired heavily by fire emblem: three houses)

⇢ currently on the backburner. planned release date 21 december 2020 local time. kageyama birthday fic.

kageyama may have only lived one life, but he’s seen it almost come to an end more times than he can count. how many times, he wonders, will he have to bring everyone back from the brink? how many times will he have to tug at the threads of time, reweave it into a tapestry where everyone lives to see tomorrow?

though the depths are a cruel mistress, should the pressure become too much, you are always free to surface. it would do you well to remember that, should you visit again.

#nav #anyway i have BRAINWORMS for all these and im trying to work on them ... i promise nskdfs #i want to post at least one thing from the wips per month esp as things get busier + a fair amount of my wips as a whole (bc this is NOT a- #complete list) have the potential to be larger projects

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

HWU101: A Transfer

Masterlists: [Hollywood U] || [Red Carpet Diaries]  || [Baby Hunt]  || [Love & Scotch HWU/OH]  ||  [#HollywoodHacks HWU/LH]

Characters: Alex, Thomas Hunt, Addison Sinclair, Holly Chang, Mike Tanner, Ben Park (#LoveHacks)

Series Background: This takes place in my current Hollywood U AU a couple of years before Love & Scotch. It also is set before the #LoveHacks Choices series. 

Hunt and Alex are dating openly. He had his tenure stripped and they are both on probation, but they are in the clear. With the success of Permanent Wound and the press from outing Richard Sheridan and The Silver Circle, Alex is in high demand. She wants to produce her first movie and Hunt has agreed to direct (coming out of retirement). Now if only they can agree on it!

(This starts off with the canon storyline of them moving forward with Centaurus Lost, but it falls apart at the start of this and moves on with an original story.)

Chapter Synopsis: Hunt agreed to come out of retirement to direct Alex’s first solo-produced film, Centaurus Lost, but the production is going anything but smoothly. Will things change with the arrival of new student, Ben Park?

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 “Cut!” Hunt shouted. His fingers dug through his hair as he turned away trying to gather his thoughts. “Get out! All of you! OUT!”

 “Professor?” Addison questioned, looking up from one of the actors, whose costume she was adjusting. “We still have two more scenes to shoot today.”

“Leave! That includes you, Miss Sinclair. I know how you feel about following directions, but just this once do as you’re told,” Hunt grumbled. “Everyone out! This isn’t working. I need to think.”

“Let’s wrap for today,” Alex stepped forward attempting to calm the cast and crew of Centaurus Lost. “Get some rest and be back tomorrow ready to pick up where we left off.” 

“It’s okay,” Alex continued, noting the looks of uncertainty on the faces of those around her. “Go! Enjoy the beautiful afternoon.”

Alex helped the crew clean up and put the equipment away for the day, her gaze shifting to Hunt. He continued pacing off to the side, deep in thought.

 “Hey.” Alex ran her fingers up Hunt’s back, once everyone else had left. “Tell me what’s going on.”

 Hunt shifted away, Alex’s hand falling beside her.

 “This film isn’t working.” Hunt’s scratched his jaw thoughtfully. “Miss Chang and Mr. Tanner did not stop bickering about the script all day. Every time we went to shoot a scene, one or both of them, decided there should be changes. They both have some ideas of merit, but right now, they’re hurting this film far more than helping it.”

 “Thomas,” Alex breathed. She attempted to move closer, but he avoided her once more.

“I walked away from directing once because studios fed me uninspired projects. I refuse to compromise my artistry or ethics,” Hunt ranted, his gaze stern and unrelenting. “As I said, the project has to be right for me and this one isn’t working.”

“Let’s just talk about this,” Alex suggested.

“I know how much you wanted this to work… You’re the producer, find some way to fix this!” Hunt paused for a moment before continuing. “Or... I’m leaving this production.”

Alex felt her eyes misting at his tone. “Fine!”

“Alex,” his voice was softer now at the hurt in her eyes. He moved closer.

She shook him away. “Compartmentalize. I know.”

He nodded. “Go fix this. Convince me why I should take a chance on this film when so many facets of it are falling apart already.”

Alex turned and walked away. She didn’t dare look back. The past few days had been a strain between them. Even if they had agreed not to bring work home, it was hard to turn her feelings on and off. It was one thing when she was just balancing Professor Hunt, with boyfriend Hunt, now she also had business partner and director Hunt to keep separate.

 She knew before she could fix the film, she had to save the screenplay. 

Alex texted Holly and Mike. “Campus Brew. 30 minutes. This is not an option. Be there or you’re out.”

“Nice try, sweetheart. You can’t make my movie without me,” Mike replied.

“Whose movie?” Holly answered. “I believe I’m the lead writer. My name is first on the script.”

“Relax, Pixie Dream Girl. No use getting mad and looking all hot when I’m not there to see,” Mike argued.

“ENOUGH! Act like professionals. Show up for this meeting. Or breach your contracts and be out. I’m serious.”

No wonder this film was sinking. These two were never going to play nice, which is why she had chosen a public venue for their meeting, at least that would force them to keep it together to some extent. (She hoped.)

Alex stormed into the coffee shop, barely looking up from her phone as she followed the heated text exchange from her screenwriters. At this point, nothing short of an epiphany would save the film and she knew it. Hunt was right. 

“Ahh!” A deep voice startled her as she bumped into someone, scattering their books and papers all over. 

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t even looking.” Alex quickly apologized. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s okay, Jesse Quick,” He chuckled more to himself than anything else. He adjusted his glasses.

“I’m not sure who Jesse is?” She looked at him curiously. “I’m Alex!”

“She’s just..." He paused, noting how Alex’s red shirt hugged her petite figure and the way her brown hair appeared windblown from seemingly rushing off, perhaps to save Central City. His mind had already begun sketching her before he could stop it. Everywhere he looked he saw inspiration. He quickly shook the thoughts from his head as he noted the change in her expression. "You just kind of remind me of a character from one of my favorite shows.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She smiled softly. 

“You should! She’s great.” He bent down to pick up his fallen papers. 

“These are amazing,” Alex marveled as she helped collect his scattered sketches. “You’re very talented… I don’t think I ever got your name.” 

“I’m Ben, Ben Park,” he repositioned his books and sketches in his arm so he could shake her hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Ben. I don’t think I’ve seen you around campus before,” she noted. She would definitely remember a face like that. 

“It’s actually my first day,” Ben admitted. “I just transferred from Grantmore University.” 

“In that case, can I buy you something to drink? It’s the least I can do for running into you,” Alex suggested. 

“You don’t have to do that,” he replied. 

“I want to,” Alex insisted. “I can offer you some tips about classes and any professors you may have–if you’re interested and have a few minutes.”

“I don’t want to intrude, you look like you have a lot going on,” he smiled shyly. 

“I’ve got a few minutes before my meeting. You’d actually be doing me a favor, keep me busy until then?” 

“Okay,” he agreed. 

“Great! So tell me more about yourself, Ben. What are you studying? Please tell me you’re here as a graphic artist, because if not you need to change majors ASAPs,” Alex laughed, she didn’t mean to come off so insistent, but she meant what she said. She ordered coffee for the two of them. 

“I am.” Ben blushed at the compliment. “I’m also looking into the writing program.”

“Oh, do you want to be a screenwriter?” Alex questioned. “I’m actually meeting with two screenwriters in a bit if you want to meet them.” 

Alex hesitated after she made the suggestion. Perhaps Holly and Mike were not the best exemplars of the program… at least, not at the moment. 

“I’m more interested in writing a graphic novel.” His fingers grazed a sketchbook, that he held tightly. “I’ve written drafts of a few ideas, but…”

“Do you mind if I take a look?” Alex asked cautiously. She knew how temperamental some writers could be about their unfinished work. 

“They’re probably not good,” he shook his head, considering her request. 

“You got to start somewhere, right?” Alex offered.

Ben reluctantly handed her his sketchbook containing his draft of an outer space superhero adventure. 

Alex leaned back in the armchair in the coffee shop and began flipping through his draft. Page after page, her expression changed as the story hit highs and lows. She followed the characters through joyful, devastating, and humorous moments. “This is really good, Ben.”

“You don’t have to say that,” he took his sketchbook back. 

“I mean it. It’s really good! You should definitely look into the writing program. Clearly you have a talent for it too!” She encouraged him. 

Alex and Ben continued drinking their coffees while Alex waited for Holly and Mike to arrive. Her mind had lightened with seeing the joy in his eyes as they talked about his creations, it was a lovely sight. One she had almost forgotten about while on the set of Centaurus Lost. No, it wasn’t just joy, it was passion. Passion for his creations, that’s what was missing on set. She just needed to figure out how to inspire Holly and Mike to that level of creative passion. If the screenplay had heart, the rest of everything would fall into place.

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[awgish]

LOWKEY: Jennie x Reader (Harry Potter AU)

*A/N: So, this was another request sent in a long time ago. Sorry, it took so long. I had so many drafts for this AU. Inspiration came from the songs: Lowkey by Niki (highly recomend to listen to her and 88rising) and Candy by The Rose (stop sleeping on them). Anyways, hope you enjoy this!*

*Also, if I remember from Harry Potter, sixth and seventh years are allowed to buy alcohol? So, Jisoo (seventh), Y/n and Jennie (sixth), Lisa and Rosé (fifth).*

*Gif is not mine*

Just a sip of firewhiskey is enough to sear the back of your throat. The burning sensation brings ease to your mind as you think about the weekend. School has been tough; studying for your N.E.W.T exams are killing you and you can't seem to catch a break from them.

Across from you, is Jisoo who also takes a sip of firewhiskey. Her cheeks are already bright red, her mellow personality even more mellow - if possible. Next to the Ravenclaw, is Lisa, who is bragging about how Gryffindor will win the quidditch match against Hufflepuff tomorrow.

"No offense, Y/n," Lisa smiles, circling a finger around the rim of her mug. Her eager personality is coming out every second even though she's only drinking butterbeer.

"None taken," you smile. Quidditch isn't really your thing - although you take pride in your hufflepuff house, sports are the last thing on your mind on how to represent your badger pride.

Another sip of firewhiskey, and the burn in your throat starts its way down to your stomach; and oddly enough, you feel a burn of courage pulse through you.

Just behind you, you hear a familiar name pop up from a random student's mouth, your ears perk up, alert and listening.

"I heard Jennie's parents found her a potential suitor - someone from Beauxbatons Academy."

You feel Lisa and Jisoo's eyes glancing pass you and on to whoever is talking about your slytherin friend. Book still in hand, you watch Jisoo blindly flip a page of her book and Lisa take another sip of her butterbeer.

"Must be nice to have rich boys and girls wanting to marry you." Another student adds, and now you're tensing up, but why?

The entrance door slams open, the spring wind making Jennie and Rosé’s entrance more dramatic. The room went silent, probably startled by the loud slam of the door. Within a few seconds, everybody went back into their own worlds.

The slytherin and hufflepuff make their way towards the rest of you. Rosé sits next to Lisa and Jennie takes the seat next to you.

"Sorry, we're late," Rosé says, taking off her scarf. Lisa also helps Rosé, gently undwinding and folding the scarf away, "some fourth years threw stink bombs in the library. Madam Pince wouldn't let any of us go until someone confessed."

You give a small reassuring smile to your fellow hufflepuff. Madam Pince is never forgiving; it's a  surprise she actually let everyone go. You look at Jennie, who is staring down at her hands. A small nudge from your elbow, and Jennie gives you her full attention.

"Want some?" You ask pushing your mug of firewhiskey towards the silent slytherin. She gives you smile, taking away the cup in your hand.

You watch her with amusement. Jennie takes her time drinking down the firewhiskey, not fazed by the burning sensation the drink causes. When the mug leaves her lips, a satisfying look appears on her face; the alcohol doing it's job right

A couple hours later, you and Jennie are the only ones left at the pub along with a few couples and professors. Jisoo left to finish some homework and the two younger ones went to hangout with Joy and Yeri.

You can feel heat radiate off your cheeks and a numbing sensation has taken over your body. You can also feel the heat radiating off of Jennie. Within the hours, your bodies have gotten closer together; something you finally notice when Jennie reaches for the cuff of your sweater.

“This sweater looks cute on you,” Jennie smiles, and you can’t help but admire how gummy her smile is.

“I sure hope so,” you look down to examine your sweater, “you bought this for me last christmas.”

Jennie laughs, a euphoric feeling blossoms within you. Was Jennie’s laugh always this pleasant? You look up again, catching Jennie staring at you. The both of you burst into laughter, caving into each other.

Jennie shushes you, placing a finger on your lips. But you’re too hysteric, and continue to laugh. “I think we should get going.”

You nod, trying to act mature. With a moment of silence, you and Jennie seem fine, but you break under pressure and let out another fit of laughter, Jennie following a second later.

As the two of you finally manage to walk out the door, the cool spring breeze welcomes you. You can’t help but to whip your head back and  inhale the fresh spring air; you always love the feeling of oxygen filling up your lungs.

“You always do that,” Jennie says, crossing her arms.

Your head tilts back to its upright position, eyes landing on Jennie who is a few feet away from you. “Always do what?”

Jennie mimics what you did a few moments ago - a bit exaggerated you think, but you know what she’s talking about.

You roll your eyes, “Sorry if I like the smell of fresh air after being in a pub full of sweaty teenagers and drunk men.”

Jennie laughs, taking a few steps forward. “Are you saying I smell?” Her eyes narrow down on you, and you feel like its a teasing gesture.

Usually, you would back down whenever Jennie is like this. You have never been good at flirting, heck being this flirty with Jennie is a surprise. But this time feels different, it is different.  It must be the firewhiskey - you always hear it gives people courage.

“You were the smelliest one in there,” you gently bop a finger on Jennie’s nose.

Jennie can only give you a jaw dropping reaction and a slap on your arm. You retaliate with a gasp, pretending as if Jennie had cut off your arm.

“Let’s go see where the others are,” Jennie walks away, not waiting for you. You’re not sure if you killed the mood of the night, or if Jennie genuinely wants to find the others.

You walk slowly behind her, watching the way she saunters. You feel the need to say something, something creative, funny, or easy-going. As you open your mouth to say something silly, Jennie turns her heels to look straight at you, and it’s her who speaks first.

“Why are you taking so long to be by my side?” Her arms cross over her chest and she shifts her weight to one of her legs.

“I - you seem mad?” you realize how that came out like a question. Of course she’s mad. . . is she?

If a stranger were to have this conversation with Jennie, they would probably still sense Jennie’s continuous annoyance. But you’re no stranger. Although barely noticeable, you can tell Jennie’s face softens, a small innocent moment that rarely comes from the slytherin.

“You think I’m mad,” Jennie takes a step forward. She sounds hurt, an emotion you’re not used to hearing from Jennie.

“You’re not?”

Jennie can only let out a disbelief chuckle. She dips her head towards her chest before looking back at you. With confidence, Jennie walks up to you. “I was never mad. I just wanted to find the others.”

“Oh.” That’s all you can say - think really.

“You’re compellingly odd, you know that - in a cute way,” Jennie smiles locking a hand with yours. A small tug and the two of you are walking towards Hogwarts again.

“I guess that’s a good thing,” you give Jennie’s hand a slight squeeze, “now I know why you haven’t said anything about that Beauxbaton suitor.”

Jennie stops in her tracks, caught off guard, “Who told you that?”

You shrug, now pulling Jennie to continue walking, “A few classmates were talking about it before you came.”

“You’re not jealous?”

“I was,” you say, feeling a teasing smile draw on your face, “until you called my compellingly odd - in a cute way.”

Jennie rolls her eyes. “I’ll have to rethink about that.”

“You were the one who wanted us to be lowkey,” you look down at your entwined hands. The warmth from Jennie’s is something you want with you forever. But, forever seems to be a dream for now, until Jennie is ready to tell the world about your love for each other. Even your best friends don’t know about the two of you, “I like how our hands fit together.”

Jennie hums, her thumb soothing over yours. “I like it too.” She leans into your body, her head burying itself into your neck.

“Who knew Jennie Kim would be so soft for a hufflepuff?” You joke and Jennie pinches you softly, her head cocking backwards.

“You’re pushing it,” but you aren’t and the both of you know that very well. You press your forehead against hers, something you love doing since dating Jennie, “we don’t have to be lowkey anymore.”

“Whenever you’re ready,” you look down at Jennie’s lips, wanting to kiss them.

Jennie does the same, a thumb sliding over your cheek. Before she closes the gap between your lips, you hear two words that make your heart skip a beat.

“I’m ready.”

#blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #girl group scenarios #blackpink #jennie scenarios

[sweetheartjeongguk]

second chances | prologue

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: royalty au, angst, romance, future smut

rating: pg

warning(s): none at the moment 

word count: 1.8k+

summary: blessings come in all shapes and sizes. in your case, it comes in the form of a man napping in the flower bed outside your cottage.

a/n: sorry for the long wait! i’ve been busy with school and work, and i lost some inspiration during that time. enjoy this new series! 

masterlist

Blessings come in all shapes and sizes.

In your case, it comes in the form of a man napping in the flower bed outside your cottage. At first, you think that your vision was taking a turn for the worst. There’s no way that anyone from the village would travel ten miles to come sleep in a pile of daisies and wildflowers outside your house.  If anything, it’s just a one way ticket to blotchy rashes and a horrible case of the sniffles.

You decide - as any sane person would do - that you should poke the body with the branch you had found on your journey from the marketplace that you decided to use as a walking stick. One poke, two pokes - nothing. You gulp when the body continued to lie motionless on the muddy earth.

For a moment, you fear the worst.

What if someone comes across this scene and accuses you of murdering an innocent man who just wanted to lay and admire the scenery around you? You can’t even prove that you didn’t do it - after all, the man’s probably dead! You can’t afford to leave your sister and her husband penniless while you rot away in the local prison with not a gold coin to your name.

‘He doesn’t look that heavy. Maybe I can bury him in the back and if anyone asks about the random dirt pile, pretend that I was starting my garden a season too late?’

“Alright, I’m up. Can you stop poking me now?”

You choke on a scream when the body grunts at you. So, he isn’t dead after all! More than half of the man’s face is covered by his jacket he flung across to shield from the afternoon sun, but you’re able to catch a small glimpse of his eyes - bloodshot, crusted over with sleep, and unimpressed.

“Sorry! Sorry…” You pull your arm back, tossing the stick behind you and nervously sticking out your hand. Hopefully he won’t be able to notice the sweat building up on your palm. “Let me help you up.”

“I’m fine.” He groans, completely ignoring your kind gesture as he pushes himself off the ground with slight difficulty.

You watch as he takes a small tumble to the right before straightening up and brushing off the excess dirt and grass from his clothes. You try not to snicker at the streaks of dirt and clumps of grass still entangled in his black mop of a hairstyle.

“Sorry for disturbing you, but I’ll be on my way now.” He speaks through gritted teeth, ignoring the throbbing pain in his lower back and legs from his long journey from the far-side of the kingdom. “Don’t go poking strangers with a stick next time, alright?”

Your mouth twitch up into a nervous smile. With nothing more to say, he fastens his belt tighter and turns on his heel towards the gravelly road behind your cottage. It’s not hard to notice the little limp in his step and the darkening bruise that peeked from beneath his coat. Your little hands unconsciously grips on the small sack of coins you earned that morning, squeezing anxiously as his figure draws further and further away from you.

You should leave him be. You should let him keep walking into the woods, never looking back and never giving you one last word in the conversation. You should ignore the sick feeling in your stomach that something was wrong.

That you were letting go of something precious.

“Wait!”

He turns.

You shouldn’t have looked in his eyes.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t know we’re going to keep up with all these expenses. The king’s already raised the tax by a few silvers, and we’ve only scraped by a couple coins this week alone.”

You can’t help the sigh that escapes your lips, expelling your frustration in hot puffs of air. You try your hardest to ignore the barren jar that sits in front of you and the man in front of you. Covered in a thin layer of dust and cobwebs, it’s practically laughing and spewing insults in your face.

You have no money! No money! No money!

“I can pick up another delivery job from Sue down the road. She’s always looking for some help into town.” You weakly supply, fingers twitching to take ahold of the glass in front of you. The look of your companion’s face keeps you at bay.

“She’s already getting help from that boy two miles down. Yeontan or something like that.”

“Yeonjun.” You swat at his shoulder. “Then what about the Kims at the marketplace? Their son’s been gone for at least a year now, they might need some help with their store.”

“No,” Your friend sighs impatiently. “Namjoon’s back already from his military service. Came back last week. Something about coming back home and marrying that boy he was friends with as a kid. Jin, I think.”

Your form immediately crumbles. Sure, you’re happy that someone as sweet and kind as Kim Namjoon could return home and get married to the love of his life. You can’t help but feel an inkling of bitterness creep into your veins. You feel a tap on your palm, urging you to look up from the splintery kitchen table and into the tired but understanding eyes of your best friend.

“We’ll take care of this like we’ve always have.” His fingers interlock with yours, sending you a small burst of relief with a single touch. “I’ll ask for more work down at the quarry. They’re always needing extra hands around there.”

“Taehyung, I-I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve already helped out with last month’s payments.” You shake your head fervently, fighting through a wavering tone. “I-I can’t keep making my problems your problems too.”

“Last time I checked, you’re my best friend. If you’re going through hell, I’m right behind you every step of the way.” Taehyung squeezes your palm again. “You’ll never be a burden to me.”

Thick globs of tears well up in the corner of your eyes, completely contrasted by the wide smile you send him. Immediately noticing the glistening sheen, Taehyung starts furiously shaking his head and wagging his finger from side to side.

“Nope, nuh-uh. You know how I feel about crying - if you cry, I cry. Then, everything will just get awkward.” You choke on your laughter, eyes still watery and burning from tears.

Taehyung’s joking grimace softens into a slant. “We’ll get through this, we always do. You’ll be fine.”

You’ll be fine.

Taehyung frowns when there’s an uncomfortable twitch in your smile. “Did I say something wrong?”

You shake your head.

“Did I remind you of him again?”

You scoff, rubbing at the stray tears that accidentally drip down your cheeks. “No, of course not. That’s old news already.”

“Are you sure?” Taehyung asks again, his voice even softer and cautious.

You hate being treated by a delicate flower whose petals are barely holding onto the stem. You’ve dealt with it your entire life. When your parents died. When your sister and her husband left for the neighboring village two years ago. When he left.

Bristling slightly, you nod.

“Of course, don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.”

He knows you’re lying. After all, you’ve been friends with Taehyung since you were children and living the life with your happy family in the once warm and loving cottage. Now, it’s only filled with dust and forgotten memories in the form of ripped sepia-stained photographs and rusted necklace chains. Your home’s no longer a home, and you know that it’s been your fault. You could have held onto a little harder, listened a little more, worried a little less.

Maybe he would have stayed a little longer.

“My mother’s expecting me home in a bit, but I could stay a little longer if you’d like?” Taehyung asks, lips puffing up into a cute pout. “Maybe I can play with Haneul when he wakes up.”

You burst into a giggle. “Go home, Taehyung! You’ve done enough for the night!”

Leading him to the front of the house, you help Taehyung into his coat, sneaking a gold coin into the pocket without him noticing. You know that the gold coin could have been used for another repair on your house or even on a couple groceries from the marketplace, but if anyone else deserves that gold coin, it’s Taehyung.

“See you tomorrow! Tell the little squirt Uncle Taetae will see him later.” Taehyung blows you a teasing hand kiss as he rights himself in the driver’s position of the carriage and grabs ahold of the reins of the horse. “I’m looking forward for that little project he’s got going on.”

“You and me both.” You snort, leaning against the frame of your front door. “Have a safe trip, Tae.”

Waving with one hand, he snaps the reins into action and heads off in the direction of his house - behind your house and down the gravelly path into the trees.

You don’t call after him. Instead, you turn on your heel and disappear behind the broken door of your cottage, swaddled in complete silence and an uncomfortable draft let in through the faulty window by the kitchen sink. You should put the money jar back on its spot next to the front door on a rickety side table that’s about ready to collapse at any minute.

Yawning tiredly, you head into your bedroom, the thought of sleep and warm blankets seducing you back into the comforts of your bed. When you push open the creaky door, the corner of your mouth curls into a half-smile at the tiny bump in the sheets completely covered under the massive wool blanket. Tiptoeing carefully across the wooden floorboards to the right side of the bed, you peel back the blanket, holding back a coo at the sight.

Rosy cheeks slightly damp from the heat of the room and dotted with barely-there freckles. Curled up on his side with his thumb threatening to pop back into his drooling mouth. Dark hair an absolute mess, sealed across his forehead by the film of sweat on his face.

You chuckle at the storybook tucked underneath his pillow - it’s a wonder he sleeps soundly with the thick pages pressing against the back of his neck. You’ve endured too many hours of role playing what feels like a million different characters, ranging from an ancient, scraggly dragon with a smoking problem and an innocent princess who falls in love with the knight who rescues her to a wise, middle-aged king with a mighty beard and an old witch who lives in a swamp. You’ve suffered through crocodile tears when you happily announce the end of the story, but your little stubborn prince demands more story time - but this time, everyone’s a dragon.

In accordance to “royal decree”, you were forced to carry him across the house for an entire afternoon as you pretend to soar through the air and fly across the entire kingdom in search of “the powerful and mighty King Haneul”.  

You may regret many things in your life, but you’ve never regretted your little boy.

Not for one second.

#bangtan bookclub #btsguild #thebtstown #yoonkooknetwork #daeguboynet #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi fluff #yoongi fluff #suga fluff #min yoongi angst #yoongi angst #suga angst #bts fluff #bts angst #bts x reader fanfiction #bts x reader fic #reader insert #fluff #angst

[saeyoungsspaceprincess]

Bad day (Saeyoung x Reader)

Waking up, you didn't know how bad your day today would be. In fact, you thought it would be a great day. A day, better than all the days you had the last bunch of months.

You've been so extremely stressed and just exhausted from your life in general. Even if you used every ounce of strength you have, at least the nighttime was when you started feeling bad. If you didn't still live with your family, you would've just gone to your boyfriend, the one you're in love with, you felt like you reached a point where you just want to depend on someone, you just can't handle this stress anymore. You're overflowing. And one night, a bunch of days ago, you broke down.

You started sobbing, shaking as tears ran down your cheeks, gripping your huge teddybear you got on christmas from your family, you kept sobbing, starting to feel naseous and for once, you were able to let go, cry, express your pain and live your pain, feeling even worse. You wanted him to be there, oh you really wished he was there at the moment and with that thought you started gripping harder and harder, more tears making their way down you face while you were choking on your ugly sobs.

'I hope no one can hear me' was what ran through your head, still sobbing and crying uncontrollably. You just wanted to go away, be free, just slide away peacefully, take the offer of going to space with your boyfriend because you can't handle all this anymore.

The hate, how your parents feel, your father's suicidal thoughts, the ranting and negativity of your mother. Them dumping their problems on you, you want to listen to them properly, help them, but you don't even know how to start helping them properly, oh you wished so many times to just tell them they needed professional help, because they do.

But what are you supposed to do, you can't be this mean to them. It's not like you really are mean, you just don't think you're in any place to tell this to them.

You need to press on something and pull your knees up and hold them against your chest as hard as you can, gripping harder and harder, using more strength to pull yourself together. Your sobs rock your whole body, making you gag but not enough to make you throw up. You know you need to take control over your breathing and just as you think you can calm down, another sob rocks your body, messing your breathing up again. Your thoughts travel to what you should do again, trapping you in your mind once again.

A sound snaps you out of your thoughts, a tune. A familiar tune. It's Saeyoung. He's calling. You manage to calm your breathing down a little before you pick up.

"Good evening, honey~! What does my space princess think of heading out with me for a little? Just run away for a small road-trip?" he chimes. Hearing his voice makes you want to cry even more, as your body rocks with a silenced sob, he didn't seem to have heard.

"You okay, honey? You're not responding. What's wrong?" his tone changed, from cheerful to gentle and concerned. Hearing his words, you can't hold back anymore.

The only word you manage to croak out is Saeyoung, and then you start sniffling again, the whole process you made in force-calming yourself being in vain as you sob, cough, cry and try to get air into your lungs.

"Shit, what happened? No. Just… I'll stay on the phone. I'll be there on a minute. Shhhh, I was already on my way to you, I'm about three minutes away from here, one if I drive faster. Remember the breathing exercises you always did with me? Let's do that." he continues the breathing exercises, trying to calm you down while still driving.

"I'm there, I'll hang up now. Don't move, I'll come to your room." you hear shuffling, the signature beep indicating he's hung up. The next thing you hear it your door opening and someone running upstairs.

The door opens and he makes his way to you, embracing you in his arms as you keep crying. You sling your arms around him, pulling him to you as hard to you as you can. He pulls your head closer and runs his hand in soothing motions over your back. It crushes his soul to witness you shaking, crying in his arms, feeling your tight hold around him. Tears brim in his eyes as he feels you shake in his arms but he quickly blinks them away.

"Do you want to go outside, just, get out for some time? We can watch the stars together." the hacker suggests.

"I… yeah, thank you." you mumble. Hearing your reply, he easily scoops you up in his arms and carries you out of the house and into his car. Once you're seated, he wraps his jacket around, closes the door and takes a seat himself.

He drives the two of you away from all the lights into the night. Not too long after, you see more and more stars and looking up, you feel at peace. You listen to the soft music playing silently and take in your surroundings.

As the car comes to a stop, you can feel Saeyoung squeeze your hand gently and turn your head to look at him. He gives you a small smile, the moonlight shining through his locks, making his eyes shine brightly. You blush, averting your gaze as he goes to your door and lifts you up again.

"Thank you, Sae. I didn't expect you to show up. I love you." you mumble, being tired from crying as your eyes feel worn out and dry.

The hacker carries you to a bench standing in the moonlight and sets you down, heading back to the car and brings some blankets and cushions. He tucks you and himself in and pulls you into his lap, gently stroking your side and holding you to him.

"I'll always be there for you. You don't need to thank me, honey. Oh, you're probably wondering why I brought all this. I actually planned to bring you here, you seem stressed recently and I guess I was right. We can still do the road trip, at least you could get away from there for a while. Just, rest your thoughts, I know you love your family." he places light kisses on your face, still stroking you. If it wasn't for him holding you, you would have fallen of the bench.

"A road trip actually sounds nice. Getting away from all this, especially staying with you sounds really good. We can watch the stars and keep each other warm. Thank you so much, my hero." your voice is small and you struggle keeping your eyes open, but you bring your hands around him and pull yourself closer to him and his warmth. You feel at peace, even if you don't feel much less sad, the peaceful feeling washing over you is more than enough to make you feel safe and better.

"We'll stay at a hotel today, I rented a caravan starting tomorrow. You can sleep if you're tired, I'll check in and bring you there, no need to worry about anything, okay?" you answer him with a slight nod.

He keeps stroking your side and holding you close. Watching you while you drift off to sleep, peacefully closing your eyes, trusting him with your most vulnerable state. He smiles and keeps you in his embrace. After about fifteen minutes, he feels safe to stand up without waking you, placing you on the passenger seat all tucked in inside those blankets.

"I'll make sure you're going to feel better. I don't want you to suffer alone. I love you, my universe."

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Hiya! I hope it's okay to upload this before finishing my requests. I've got them allnand I'll write them as soon as I can get to them, but I'm working a lot for my graduation and I have to go job hunting as well, so I might not be able to get to the requests for some time, and I've got ideas myself as well inside my drafts, this was one of them.

I hope it's alright and I'll get to posting as soon as I have the time and inspiration, thank you all for hearing me out~!

Have a great day!

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #saeyoung #luciel choi #saeyoung x reader #luciel x reader #707 x reader #hurt/comfort #is slightly self-indulging but i started writing this one a loooooooong time ago

[charmandhex]

Okay, so this is sort of a post I’ve been considering writing for a while, both kind of an “in the back of my head” sort of way and a bit more directly in talking to @windywords123. Fundamentally, it’s an update on the status of my writing, which I realize sounds lot more ominous than it really is.

First off, still writing! Currently, it’s sort of an “every other day” schedule, because with my work schedule as it is, I’m basically just working and sleeping on work days. I’m likely to be less consistent with when I’m posting, even though I am still writing, and I’m working on being okay with that.

Second, update on specific projects:

Published WIPs:

Party of Four

My boy! My beautiful magic boy!

In progress, most definitely, but it’s much slower going. That’s a mix of both personal and other fic commitments. I realized I’m happier not pinning myself down to this fic and limiting what I’m writing to one fic.

It also keeps rapidly spiraling out longer than expected. Crystal Kingdom was not supposed to be quite that long. So I’m trying to gear up for that again with Eleventh Hour. I think once I can get solidly into Eleventh Hour, it’ll be smoother sailing. This one’s going until it’s done.

But, uh, distinct possibility it’ll be north of 300k when that happens. Surprise?

Catalytic

This one is honestly technically sort of challenging? The second half of this is remembering, and the technical side of this scene is running up against my desire to convey the level of emotion in the scene. I kind of built it up in my head, so it’s tricky. I think I just need to be in the right mood and possibly listen to Disrobed on loop (heh, Lup) to get it right. Eventually I might do a Lup-centric parallel fic.

The Bonds Between Us

Sort of an update on the spur of the moment kinda thing? There’s definitely some things floating around this blog that I should add to that. It’s not something I actively write for, more if I have a short fun idea to chase to say fuck you to writer’s block.

Dungeons, Dragons, and Degrees

Another update on the spur of the moment thing. I need a good Blupjeans idea for this.

Recollection

Another tricky one! I feel like this is a recurring theme. The problem here is that I feel like my writing style has so drastically improved over the course of the past year, that I might need to go back and rewrite and partially rewrite this one before I can go forward with it.

Press A to Start

It’s a fun idea, and I want to go back to it at some point, but I haven’t been able to pick up that same inspiration as when I started. Plus, it’s a little bit of a logistical nightmare.

Not-yet-published WIPs:

The currently untitled fic lovingly referred to as the Blender Fic:

This will no doubt be another long boi. Its nickname is as such because I’m taking canon and figuratively throwing it into a blender. Lovingly! This one is going to be a lot of stuff l haven’t done before, that I know will challenge me, but I’m looking forward to it. I’m trying to get something of backlog ready to go before I start posting.

As to what’s gonna happen? Well, I can tell you that Lup lives, and it only gets more buck the fuck wild from there.

Rough Draft

No, seriously, that’s the title of the fic. It’s another Lucretia centric fic set in the Stolen Century. It’s a mostly written oneshot. I need to write a final scene or two, rewrite another, and edit.

Lydia oneshot

Strangely I’ve started impulse writing a oneshot about Lydia and her finals moments in the Suffering Game. It’s a oneshot, and distinct possibility it’ll be up tomorrow.

Others

And of course I’m prone to impulse writing oneshots just in general, but those are a little less predictable. Possible topics include: Lup postcanon, Taako and Lucretia postcanon, Taako and Angus found family shenanigans, assorted Magnus fics.

So yeah. That is... more or less where I’m at fic-wise. And this is mostly a “for me” sort of update, to assess where I’m at. But if you have questions, well, I’m here.

#charm talks #also thinking about a post detailing all of my fics but undecided on that

[thefreshfinds]

JOHNNY QUEST THE REBEL:

Johnny The Quest’s rhymes are beyond any listener’s wildest dreams. While others use their music to speak on artificial topics like sex, drugs & their drip, Johnny Quest the Rebel uses his natural skill to not only put the hating n-ggas to sleep, but he also conveys an influential message. If it isn’t through clever punchlines & entendres, then he gets personal — telling his own story for others to relate to. However Johnny Quest the Rebel is one who believes that one should F.R.Y.D  (F.ollow R.each Y.our D.reams) because he knows what it’s like to feel lost & unsure of how you are. Wholeheartedly he defines as one who’s empathic, truthful & real. The “Rebel” side comes from a daily challenge of having an active role in life. “I believe that one of our purposes is to unravel the world.” he goes on to say. On the whole Johnny Quest the Rebel is the voice who demands the world to give up the answers because often we are left wondering “why?”

Starting his musical journey in two different points of his life — Johnny Quest the Rebel first got his big break in 2000/2001. He recalls the first time he freestyled with his older brother & cousins in his Grandma’s basement, saying that they all grew up pretty humble. So Johnny figured if he could be a kid star like Bow Wow then they would never have to worry about money. As he grew up & did a couple of group projects, it wasn’t until he hit rock bottom in 2012 when he started to use music as a therapeutic process to help battle with anxiety & depression. “Music, amongst a few other things, helped me re-instill my confidence & got me out of my low.” Johnny Quest the Rebel adds “It always has, even as a listener, but I just owned that I wanted my music to do for others as it had for me.” After hearing responses from his music, Johnny decided to take music seriously. He was going to live his dream & wake up the people! Till this day he’s thanking his lucky stars. To define Johnny Quest the Rebel’s sound, would be more of a renaissance style. It has all the main components of our golden era of hip hop: storytelling, being the voice for those who are afraid to speak & genre defying — testing all sounds solely to reach different audiences. DREAM gives you a snippet of Johnny Quest the Rebel’s versatility and star power. “You will hear me express how it feels to have a dream even that moment when you realize you can really make it happen.” he adds. “Find your dream & pursue it with 1000% effort, 10x the amount you personally thought you could give.” All in all DREAM sheds some light on Johnny Quest the Rebel’s journey & gives people who have dreams some inspiration to keep going. Like the famous writer Marsha Norman says, “Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”

The Break Down:

1. Dream: Stomping into your circadian rhythm, Johnny the Quest keeps one alert in the first song “Dream”. Before the beat drop, an high pitched voice echoes out “Dream” over the white noise. Then the beat fuses in beside the familiar voice with sprialing hi-hats, an 808, reverse & futuristic sound effect. However once Johnny booms in saying “all I had was a dream” that’s when things go in full effect. As the beat continues on, Sunnie sings the chorus with effortless passion & sensuality, “If I close my eyes a little longer, baby everything will be ok *insert vocal run to “ok”*/In fact that don’t kill me, it only made me stronger/Well I say turn a dream into tomorrow/And turn tomorrow into today. Johnny Quest the Rebel then uses smooth yet minimal auto-tune for the cut-throat bars he’s about to spit. Ultimately, Johnny Quest The Rebel leads by example that anything is possible if you work hard for it & advices others to do the same. Sometimes we wait for opportunities to come but we should go and find them instead. An example can be seen from this very line from Johnny: “All about the timing, not the diamonds or the risk/But a young Rebel said I need to shine too/Hunting down dreams cause they won’t find you/.../If it glitter & it golden let it blind you.”

2. Truth or Dare: “Truth or Dare” levels up as the second track with a finely tuned violin chord & 808’s that are guaranteed to stick with you from the very beginning to the end. Ultimately the wise MC speaks on his undying hunger to accomplish his goal to make it. “Young Pixar, for my dreams I will risk all. Only way is up when you’re coming from a pitfall.” Even when he’s lived in a nightmare, he still rose with the sun & made things happen. Not only for himself, but for his people as well. Johnny Quest the Rebel also feels highly blessed & favored to be living his dream. Fading out is a voice that says “Don’t wake me up.” & then the famous phrase (and album title) “Dream.”

3. Projects 2 Mansions: “Projects 2 Mansions” breaks the rims off the speaker with it’s stormy base (& yes! It really does sound like it could come off an 90’s sitcom). As the base goes ham, the background leaves some space for the twinkle effect & hi-hats to work it’s magic. The reverb here is the “oooh” & “yeah” that’s highly pitched but also mesmerizing. As Johnny Quest the Rebel questions the listener “Is this everything that you’ve dreamed of? The most hated on I dream love.” he also uses punchlines & metaphors to speak on his luxurious life, living his best life with the homies & gives the haters something to think about. “Hustle like Russell, back when I had to bag a Kimora.” Johnny Quest the Rebel also spreads the word on how it happened (& if you do this too, who’s to say that it won’t happen as soon as tomorrow!?) “Cause I done paid my dues, I swear they cost a lot/.../Only reason that I’m here, somebody paid for me/Don’t get caught up in these streets & be somebodies prey homie. Instead of a 9 to 5, he’s doing what he loves. But to get there is pretty simple: Dream first, hustle second.

4. In My Zone: “Channel surfing on electric waves,” Johnny Quest the Rebel gives us some insight on what pushes him on a daily to achieve his dreams. “Catch Johnny on the star track/..All white but I’m all black/90’s baby so I’m all that/Searching for my bag of chips on different continents. Trying condiments. Even when the going gets rough, Johnny Quest the Rebel advices all in the song to just stay in your zone because eventually it will all pay off. Believe it or not, he’s been through the drafts. Still, he can never be taken out. In unison a feminine voice says in the back “In My Zone.” during certain parts (& the vocals even resemble the singer, The Weeknd’s range). The beat also has a chill-wave feel to it & just cruises into your cerebral cortex.

5. JOHNNY TSUNAMI (SKIT): This short excerpt sounds as if it comes from the greater times when technology was on the rise. At first the interviewer explains who Johnny Quest is & ask then goes on to ask him the question, “Why this quest for the perfect wave?”. Gracefully, he stays composed & gives the best answers to this one which are followed by a couple more.

6. Top of The World: As he takes a hit & answers how to catch the perfect wave — Johnny Quest the Rebel, the beat goes ham with laser beams & hi-hats. While on a “surf board with a dream catcher,” the MC goes to say that this first verse was a favorite because he left some gems that most people won't understand on the first listen. “I love when people listen them come back weeks or months later & are like, “Oh that’s what you meant”. This song also falls in as his favorite one off the project as well, “It came together so smoothly & it’s a dope song.” he adds “I wanted a record that I was able to stay true but that could be listened to in different spaces that everybody could get on they wave.” For me, I interpreted this song’s message as a P.S.A for those who are afraid to break out of their comfort zone. Don’t say you’re going to do something. Just do it. Even if you fall, brush yourself off. Try again. After all, you create your destiny. An example can be seen in these lines: “Life’s a b*tch & I treat it like a model..Now they’re calling me the Native Sun/Waves speaking in my native tongue/Talk back with a body language/English probably is a second language.”

7. www.(420 Reprise): Paying contribute to his right hand Mary Jane, the beat takes a sultry approach( which could be contributed thanks to the fumes or the lighter that sparks up in every song off of Dream) & finds a way to our “Blaze it Up” playlist. As the guitar strings make an appeasing tune, Johnny Quest The Rebel speaks about his daily ritual: to smoke & drink water. Yet he also lets us in a little & speaks on the best piece of advice he’s received from his lady “She tell me not to worry ‘bout what they say/Master your high, grasshopper till you feel like Sensei/And then you treat the world like it’s your dojo/ You gotta give back where nobody can steal your mojo.” At the end, the guitar goes into solo & nails what a guitar riff should sound like.

8. 20/20 Vision: In midst of the snaps, snares & twinkle sound effect — Johnny Quest the Rebel sings in auto-tune “I see in 20/20 my vision, so clear, so clear.” According to the MC the profound message is that any/everyone who has a dream is going to see their vision before anyone will support it or believe it is possible. “Shit this record might make someone quit they day job.” Johnny adds. As long as you keep your focus & work ethic intact then the sky is the limit.

By: Natalee Gilbert

LINK(S):

1. DREAM: https://soundcloud.com/jquesttherebel/sets/dream

2. Instagram: @jquesttherebel

#soundcloud #freshfinds #music #musicblog #rap #listen #banger #musicians #hip hop #follow #johnnyquesttherebel #dream #mixtape #unsignedhype #motivationalquotes