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bangteamhyuk · 3 years

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Moving On

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Producer! Min Yoongi

Warning: mentions of sex, angst, contains heavy argument (One Shot)

Word count: 3,850k

Synopsis: You went back with Yoongi to your old apartment before moving on to the next. While cleaning, fixing, and rummaging all of the things inside, you two began to reminisce your life when you were still building your dreams together. Until he saw his old broken piano, then reality hits the two of you.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” you tried to catch your breath after rushing on to the stairs. Three floors were pretty tough for someone bringing cleaning tools, while hoping not to disappoint the person who was waiting for you for half an hour on the other end.

Yoongi turned around and crouched down a bit to see if you are fine “It’s okay. I’m sure you have reasons” He took the broomstick from your hand and put it together with the big vacuum cleaner he was holding. He paused for a moment and smiled at the sight of a white but clear oval diamond ring you were wearing. Your engagement rings.

You quickly blushed and turned away, flustered at the sight of Yoongi smiling at you. “Bunch of Min residents. Still cracks me up” you chuckled at the stick figure faces of you and Yoongi looking mean as the welcome door mat.

“Yeah, you thought of that” he pulled out the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

“But you were the one who drew those faces, Yoongi Matisse” you remarked as you fixed your hair. He scoffed as he put on his hairband.

“Ready to clean our stuff?” he asked. You nodded.

Yoongi went inside first and opened the curtain from the window on the front, giving light inside the studio apartment that were filled with dusts and memories. You followed. You turned around to see cobwebs around the table occupied with pictures, knick-knacks from all the travel you two had been, and even crumpled grocery receipts hidden on the side.

“5 good years huh?” you spoke, brushing your finger on the table to see how much dirt occurred over the years.

“Uhuh, 5 good years, and now we’re ready to move out Y/N” he replied.

“Look if we put the couch on the center, our visitor might think we’re bunch of couch potatoes. First impression last babe” you reasoned, as you sat beside Yoongi on the bare wooden floor of the room.

He shook his head “Y/N, I’m just saying that we needed to be reminded that it’s okay to rest once we get home, that’s why I was thinking that the couch should be there. Besides are we really going to admit and entertain guess here?” he gave you one tough argument that was hard not to consider.

“Ok fine, but what if I’m feeling a little frisky and want to do it while we watch TV? And then a burglar came from the door, right?” you turn to look at him with conviction in your eyes then continued “All I’m trying to say is that, putting it on the center have its disadvantage. Would you want your dick to be seen by a stranger, worse to a voyeur burglar?” you raised your arms and pointed it with your open palms at a non-existent couch against the other side of the empty room.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth in disgust “I can’t believe hearing this poor argument just to convince me in putting…” he paused then sighed “Fine, let’s put the TV and couch on the right side and the dinner table at the center” he conceded.

“Happy girlfriend equals happy life” you smiled at your victory. Yoongi turned to you and smiled dryly. You chuckled.

“We’re going to build our dreams here…” he spoke softly while staring at the open window in the midst of vacant space between the two of you. You stared at him and lingered for a moment.

“Yes, we will” you smiled, as you turned to stare at the open window as well, filling the bareness of the room with all your hopes and dreams together, as you closed your eyes.

“Achoo!” you sneezed as you open your eyes again, while patting the dusted couch and pulling the cushion seats out. Yoongi was mopping the hardwood floor, while you on the other hand was preparing to vacuum the old couch. Suddenly you saw something, you didn’t expect.

“Ugh Yoongi!” you burst into laughter. “What?” Yoongi quickly went towards you on the old couch as you pulled out something hidden underneath the seat.

“Your dried out condom! Ugh, gross!” you exclaimed as he grinned showing you his gummy smile that you love so dearly “I told you to put them to the trash, every time! Ugh! Good thing I found it before we sell these…” your face turned sour as you held on its tip and quickly tossed it on to the trash bin. “You know what, I think we should hand them over to the cleaners first before selling them. It’s been unused for 2 years…”

“You know for 5 years since we planned to put furniture on our place, I just realized we had a really great time with that couch” he stressed the world ‘really’ which made you blushed immediately, and well a bit annoyed at the same time. “Not once did we had any visitor, not even that voyeur burglar you were talking about” he raised one of his eye brow and smirked.

You quickly pulled out the dusted pillow and threw at him. “What? I’m just saying it wouldn’t matter if we put it on the center or not.” he laughed.

“Okay, Nostradamus. Let’s get back to business. I have book signing to attend to later” you turned your back to continue cleaning the couch while you heard him chuckle once more and resumed to mop the floor.

“What’s this surprise?” you tried to reach out for something, while Yoongi was making sure you can’t see anything through the blindfold.

“Take another two steps to the front. Here. Great. Now! The big reveal!” he slowly opened the blindfold as he showed you his D-I-Y wooden desk situated beside the apartment’s lone window.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” You gasped. “You made these? Even the succulents on the desk?” you hurriedly went to your new work desk and examined everything over and underneath it. You opened one of the drawers and saw a 20-dollar cat design fountain pen you’ve been eyeing for weeks in the department store “Yoongi, thank you!” you held it to your chest.

“Well, I did the wood work but not the succulents. I just..” he scratched the back of his neck. “add that for a little touch, you know, something to ease your stress when writing stories”

You quickly ran up to him for a kiss. “Yoongi, thank you! I love it! I love you!” he grinned.

“Can you kiss me again? Maybe deepen it?” you obliged, but parted for a second. “But if my work space is on the window then… where is yours?” you asked.

He shrugs. “I can stay at our bed. I mean, I’m sure you don’t make much sound when your busy so it’s okay. I just needed a laptop and my guitar to make music” you smiled weakly. “It’s really okay babe, it’s a win-win situation. Look at this way, if you put my workspace near the window, I might include unnecessary noise from the outside. This is great!” he hugged you tight, assuring you that all is well.

“We’ll make our dreams happen in this apartment, you and I” he kissed your forehead, reminding you that you are not alone in this city trying to make it big one day. “I’m here for you always Y/N”

“I’ll always be here for you too Yoongi. We will definitely make it happen” you closed your eyes, and rest your head on his chest. You two stayed like that for a while.

“How much do you think this desk would cost?” you tap the pen on your cheek.

“I deserve a $200 for this!” he pointed at the desk. “It took me a day to figure out how to assemble everything, and I had to scratch each side with a small sandpaper for an hour Y/N! An hour! Just so you wouldn’t get hurt over its sharp edges. So yes, I demand a $200 refund for this!” he raised his eyebrow to show you how much he protests at the thought of not being able to find a just compensation for his hard work.

“But Yoongi, it’s been used for over 3 years and unused for over 2, so expect it has some scratches around and the faint smell of old wood, so $100?” you examined the whole piece, while waiting for Yoongi to agree

He closed his eyes and shook his head “175!”

“150? Last price” you faced him.

“Fine. 150” he sighed, finally agreeing to the unjust price. You then wrote the price on the note pad.

Yoongi crouched down and rummaged through the piles of things on the floor, left untouched for 2 years and saw something familiar.

“Yoongi, what if we include the chair and then we can ask for $200 deal—” you stopped midway as you saw Yoongi pulled out his electric piano, all broken.

“Open the box babe!” you watched him open the huge ribbon and tore out the wrapper on the floor. You went to the table and refilled two glasses with cheap wine.

“Oh babe, you don’t have to” he gently pulled the brand new portable electric piano from the box.

“Happy 3rd anniversary!” you handed over his share of wine. As he pulled you down to where he sat, and you fell on his lap. “Oops, careful the wine might---” He didn’t even let you finish when he kissed you hard just to show you how grateful he was for the gift.

“Mmm…” you chuckled as you parted from the kiss and turn to the piano. You brushed your fingertips at the piano keys and smile “The greatest song of all time will be made here, in this piano. I’m claiming it!”

He hugged you tight as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “I definitely will. I love you so much!”

“You know, we can still have that fixed and sell it for…”

“No!” he exclaimed sternly. “I’ll keep it” he looked down; a bit embarrassed at his quick reaction.

You looked away, unsure what to say. You thought it was useless to keep something old and broken, but you guess it’s better that way. To let him keep a piece of you, the old you that he once knew.

“Congratulation’s Min Yoongi!” you popped the party pooper from the front door surprising Yoongi.

“Didn’t you see the live steam? The song I produced didn’t won” he closed the door and tossed the key to table.

“Doesn’t matter, the real winner is at home now! Yay!” you blew the party horn from his side, playfully tickling his ears. He brushed it down and pulled himself away, clearly annoyed.

You followed him still “It was great! The KMA failed to recognize it this year, who knows the next song you produ--- ”

“I don’t care about next year, or the next, and the next after that! It’s been 3 years, Y/N. 3 years since we’ve moved here and where has it gotten us? Nowhere!” he snapped.

You opened your mouth but quickly withdrew as you knew that saying anything further might make him more upset. “Baby, I…” you pulled him for a hug and gently stroke his back. “I understand how frustrated you are…” he shook his head and gently stepped away.

“No, you don’t. It’s easy for you to say, having a stable office job while you write as a hobby. But I only know how to produce music, it’s the only job I know! You don’t get to know, because you don’t have to rely for an award to know how good or shitty your stories are!” he snapped in anger.

You bit your lips and tried to process the situation, hoping you’ll say something to make him feel okay “Yoongi, I’m sorry that I don’t get to know that, but you know that I didn’t have much choice, but if I could I wanted to write full-time and you know that… We needed something on our table and---”

“So, it’s my fault now? That doing pizza delivery as part-time is not enough?” he didn’t even let you finished.

“I’m not saying that!” you finally cried, as you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands in frustration.

“Well then, tell me what? Because I find it hard to convince myself that it is not what you meant” he gave a sarcastic chuckle.

“Yoongi, why are we doing this? I’m just trying to help. Didn’t you say we’re going to make our dreams come true in this city, in this place, together!?”

“Well, you’re not helping, and clearly it isn’t happening.” He looked away as he took the opened bottle of wine you left on the table and chugged on it.

You looked to the ceiling and let out a long sigh “You know, I tried. For 3 years…” you nodded to yourself as you stared at the ceiling for a moment then at Yoongi. “I’ve seen you struggled. I’ve seen you succeed. I’ve seen you at your best and your worst. I saw you strive hard than anyone can in making songs, several of it! It was great, and I’m not just saying it because you’re my boyfriend but because I believe in you Yoongi. I believe in you, because I love you. I trust you no matter what, I trust that you’ll make it happen… Make US happen!” you paused.

“…But the way that’s been going lately? The way you pushed me aside, not wanting to talk things over. Having more arguments with you each day. Aren’t you tired? Instead of growing together, we’re just…growing apart!” you continued, shutting your eyes to the cold reality. You took a deep breath and pulled a glass from the kitchen sink and filled it water. You drank a glass full of it, hoping it’ll drown down the pain. He fell silent.

“You know what? Let’s…” you sighed at the thought “Break-up” you took your spare key and your bag hanging from the wall.

“Fine, leave!” he hit something aimlessly and heard a shriek of mismatched melody from the electric piano. You turned your back to see it, the electric piano you bought for him, broken and damaged. Like the way you and Yoongi are…

Silence.

You cleared your throat and began writing notes on your pad.

“When’s the wedding?” he turned to you while you sat a far from him.

“Next year, June 1st” you replied softly, resisting to look his way.

“Park Jimin’s a good guy…” he smiled weakly.

“He is.” You nodded. Then silence.

The only thing that broke the monotony of stillness between you and Yoongi within those four walls, was the sudden sound of a person knocking on the door from the other side. Yoongi slowly stood up, and went to the door to open and see who it was.

“Well, speak of the devil” he bit his lip and smiled at him. He wasn’t bitter or anything, in fact his smile was sincere after seeing what was in front of him, a genuine smile from you upon seeing the person you love, even if it was not him any longer.

He thought how bittersweet it was, to be someone looking through a window from the outside looking in, because he once knew what it feels like to be the source of your happiness. That smile he vividly recalls, even when he closed his eyes. Every outline, every mole, everything about you, he commits to memory even now that you’re gone.

“Are you ready for your book signing love?” Jimin chuckled.

“Did you get me food on the way?” you narrowed your prying eyes towards Jimin

He nodded “Cheeseburger with double patties, no onions but with extra pickles” he tilts his head to have you scoot over to his side.

You grinned, as you took your purse and ran towards Jimin. “See you tomorrow then? For the contract signing with Mrs. Song?” you turned your back to remind Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. “This apartment is already sold, so we just need our signatures to seal all deals”

“Mm, well, thanks. Congratulations by the way for winning KMA and MAMA for 2 consecutive years” you smiled.

“Well, the performer has a big participation to it too” he turned towards Jimin, as he shyly smiled and shook his head. “Hyung, really it’s the best music of all time!”

He raised his shoulder and looked at the dusted piano left on the floor “Not nearly, no…”

“Guess we’ll see each other around?” Jimin smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yeah, see you” Yoongi smiled and watched you two leave.

Jimin helped you with your seatbelt as he pulled out something from the backseat.

“Iced Café Latte with grainy sugar for my beloved fiancé” he handed out

“How come you always knew the perfect time I want my coffee?” he shrugs.

“I’ve gotten some information” he winks at you and started the engine.

“Hyung, there you are. I’ve been looking for you” Jimin sat beside Yoongi under a cherry blossom outside their music studio office.

“It’s break time and it’s spring, when can I have my peace?” he turned away, looking annoyed.

“Well, I’ve been thinking if we can add more lyrics to this verse? And…” Yoongi’s phone suddenly rang to notify a text, as Jimin’s eyes widened when he saw his phone glow, displaying a photo of you that Yoongi took when you two were still together. “You know Y/N?”

“Yeah, why?” Yoongi tilt his head, clearly confused as to why Jimin knew who you are.

“But he’s my girlfriend, hyung!” he stood up, almost as if ready to fight.

“Well, um, this awkward” he squint his eyes, unbothered at Jimin’s reaction “I didn’t know really that you are…” he opened his mouth then withdrew, finding words how to explain the situation “I don’t know how to say this to you but, he’s my ex”

The two of them, chatted for a while, agreeing on things that annoys Jimin and the things you used to annoy Yoongi.

“Do you still love her?” Jimin turned to Yoongi, his face sullen, hoping that he would like to hear Yoongi’s answer from his query.

He breathed hard “You know kid, you’ll never stop loving a person even if they’re gone. Even if you were left by time, leaving you to oblivion, making you a faint memory from that person. You just don’t” he took his coffee from the vending machine that was sitting on his side and drank before he continued.

“But that doesn’t mean you want that person to be there for you forever. Knowing that she’s happy, well even more happy without me by his side, that’s more than enough. Isn’t that what love is supposed to be? Even when it doesn’t feel like romance, it changes into something, something that transcends beyond it. I can’t explain kid, but you’ll understand it someday” he turned to Jimin, hoping he didn’t touch a nerve that would make him angry.

“I really love her, hyung. My manager’s pretty upset about this whole relationship situation but I couldn’t care anymore. If they find out about us or not, I don’t care! I’d rather admit the truth than deny and hurt her, she doesn’t deserve that. I just, I feel like she’s the one even when she’s moody and all” Jimin shyly confessed.

Yoongi nods “Jimin, you should know several things so you could avoid argument with Y/N. First, of all never underestimate her love for coffee. Never.” He straightened his palm to emphasize his statement.

“She loves coffee first thing in the morning, do not talk to her without her having a coffee yet, under any circumstance. Well, unless you don’t want a great day ahead of you, you could, but I do not recommend it all. Speaking of coffee, she would want one after having a stressful day or any stressful situation she was in. But this is important, take note, she likes sweet coffee and bitter ones on the morning.”

Jimin listened to him attentively as Yoongi continued “If she writes story, she’ll want you to read it from start to end. Do it and be honest, she hates mediocre comments so you have to be tedious about reading it. She loves it when you ask, so that’s a tip. If you fail to read everything, you can ask her. Oh, but be careful about your questions, because she’ll know when you didn’t read it all and she’ll be really upset”

Yoongi chuckled upon remembering how you love to eat unlimited BBQs “She also loves meat, like seriously a lot! So treat her to BBQs every often or else she’ll get moody for a month. She’s a heavy drinker too, so ready your liver and try to keep up with her. And lastly, never end the day without telling her how you truly feel, she’ll appreciate it, whatever it is that’s on your mind tell her. I can see the way she looks at you in that picture” he peered through Jimin’s phone on the side which was glowing due to several notifications “because that was how she used to look at me too. I bet she’ll understand you. She now loves you Jimin.”

It was already night time when Yoongi finished cleaning the room and putting everything that you two wanted to sell inside a big box. Yoongi looks at the broken piano and stared at it for a moment “I guess the greatest song of all time were never made” he stood up, picked it up and took it with him, as walked towards the door way.

He looked at the empty room, one last time “This place still smells like us, let’s not forget this scent wherever we are” he spoke softly to himself and turned the lights off.

He closed the door and saw the doormat again.

“Bunch of Min residents” you drew on the doormat. He chuckled “That’s pretty witty, wait let me add a little touch” he took the marker from you and drew your faces which made you two laughed even harder.

“This is a masterpiece! We need everyone to see this!” you quickly went to the door and put it on the entryway.

Yoongi smiled as he watched you from the couch and sighed at the thought of wanting to be with you forever. He just knew from that moment on you were the one.

He rolled the mat from the floor and tossed it to the nearest trash bin.

He knew it was too late for regrets, but at the same time he knew it was for the better. Whatever happened in the past brought you two to where you are all supposed to be now: Happy, contented but apart.

All the memories, your hopes and dreams that you two shared together, are now gone. Cleaned to make room for another one.

He looked at the door and smiled weakly “Ijen, Annyeong (Goodbye now)” and left.

Let’s move Goodbye to this place, that we grew attached to Let’s move Now to a higher place While taking the last box out of the empty room I looked back for a moment Times we cried and laughed Goodbye now

Moving On- BTS

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for getting here. Hope you’ll also like the spin-off series for this: Seesaw (Teaser)

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padawanlearneryetal · 3 years

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HELLO ALL!!!! Although I am nowhere near done with this house, I did finish Thi's room from Mothers' Love. Thi doesn't seem to be the type of person to like purple but she very much does and it fits her very much. It also happens to be my fav color so... yeah... Anyways, this is the layout of her room. If you guys notice, there's a teddy bear on the floor next to the bed resting in front of the bedside table. I put it there because the game didn't allow me to put teddy bears anywhere else except in a baby's crib or on the floor. Either way, it fits Thi because it's something she's... I wouldn't say ATTACHED to, but more like... there's sentimental value in the bear so she keeps it close by. She also feels really stuffy with anything other than her pillow and blanket on her bed so there's that too. There's a small bookshelf near the corner of the room, next to this gigantic play thingy and next to the TV. She's not much of a reader, but she's got a collection of books she likes so she keeps them there. I placed two tables in the corner to the left of her bed because I didn't have a way to make a corner table and the Sims 3 doesn't have a corner table either :( (or at least not that I know of). There's a purple laptop there too lol. Ngl, the two tables are kinda like my tables because I have one table facing one wall and another facing another wall but they're close to each other making them seem like a corner table. Although there is nothing on the table, both the table and bookshelf have picture frames of her and her teammates of different moments such as them winning stuff or just basically doing goofy stuff that happens to be on a photograph. One weekend day, Kya had come into her room to clean as part of a routine house cleaning and noticed that the photographs were only leaning on the wall or shelf edge, so that very same day after Kya and Lin (and even Thi, although lazily) finished cleaning the house, all three of them got into the car, went to the local art store, and Kya and Lin let Thi choose as many picture frames in any style she wanted to put her photographs into :) Now, Thi has more pictures she wants to and will put up of herself with Kya and Lin :) She just has to find the space :/ There is also a rug on the floor. Fun Fact: Thi likes to sometimes stand on one end of the rug and walk-rub her feet from end to end of the rug because she likes the softness on her feet and she thinks it feels comforting, especially after a hard practice with her pro-bending teammates. There's also a butterfly thing above her bed. I just thought it looked nice and so did she. Thi's not much of a decorator but anything she thinks looks nice will find a place in her room somewhere. There's two windows in her room, and sometimes she looks outside if she's TRULY bored since there's nothing to look out at from her room since Kya and Lin's house is very isolated. HOWEVER, if she did want a view, she would go down to the living room (which I am not completely done with yet) and look outside or go outside and look over her fence. I'm not even kidding Kya and Lin literally live in an area where they can see the city in all its glory and it's gorgeous. Also purple lamp hehe lol. And mirror too hehe. Purple door too HAHA. Truthfully, this room placement isn't matching with the room placement in my series only because I still want to play out this game and adopt kids, so in the room next to mine (which is also where Thi's room ACTUALLY would be in the series) is a baby room with baby toys and a baby bed and stuff. Kya and Lin's bedroom is still across the hallway so it's ok lol. ANYWAYS, that's all for right now y'all. Hope you guys enjoyed Thi's room tour. Up next will be Kya and Lin's bedroom (the master bedroom) and I am very close to finishing that. It looks AMAZING so far. Thanks for reading this y'all. :)

OOPS EDIT HAHA: If yg have ANY QUESTIONS OR ANYTHING AT ALL YG WANNA TELL ME PLEASEEEEE ANON ASK ME OR PUBLIC ASK ME IN THE ASKS THINGY BC I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YG AND WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR GUYS' QUESTIONS AND STUFF AND BE ABLE TO RESPOND TO THEM IN THAT COOL WAY WHERE TUMBLRS RESPOND TO THEIR ASKS THANKSSSS OK BYE :)

#Mothers' Love #Thi Beifong #kyalin #archive of our own #fanfiction.net #kya #kya lok #lin beifong #Mothers' Love House Tour #this room is literally my dream room Thi is lucky to have this room I am jealous of her #purple #purple lover

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keiwritesstuff · 3 years

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Hopeless

Ishikawa Yuki AU

Summary : When the pieces started to fall together, she knew she had no choice but to let him go.

Genre : slice of life, angst

Notes : long. Self-indulgent. 3rd person POV. Not sure if I got the characterization right. I wrote this all in one night. Not proofread, so there might be misspelled words and grammatical errors. Based on a prompt. Best read on pc/laptop/browser (if you’re on your phone), since the layout changes when it’s read/opened on the phone tumblr app.

When did she start noticing it?

Was is sometime after their relationship reached the eighth month?

Or was it when he started showing strange signs or started doing things that were very much unlikely for him to do?

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Even before they started dating, when they were just friends, Yuki had always listened. Whether she’s venting, or just simply talking about how her day was; he would always, always listen.

And so, when she caught him staring into space that day, just as she was talking about her thoughts on one of the matches she recently watched, she felt a little odd.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

He shook his head lightly. “I’m just a little bit exhausted. I stayed up watching the team’s past matches. For reference.”

She chuckled. That sounds just like him. Always finding opportunities to improve. He never thought of anything or anyone lightly. He always believes that there is always something new to learn from everyone regardless of age and experience.

She gave him a little smile and brushed her fingers lightly against his cheek. “You’ll do well. Your teammates got your back. You know that, right?”

He nodded.

And she brushed off the odd feeling. Yuki was just being…. Yuki.

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On their date the following week, Yuki suggested that they go to their usual place for dinner; a restaurant with tatami rooms for private dining, surrounded by luxurious green landscaping to cater to the demands of the many wealthy patrons who frequent the restaurant. She’s not used to at all, since she grew up in an ordinary, middle-class family, but the food is heavenly, and the restaurant provides a safe space for the both of them to spend some time together.

Yuki was reading the menu, seeming unsure of what he would have that evening. He was probably being cautious of his diet, she thought.

“I think I’ll have the usual.” she spoke first while Yuki was still scanning the menu. It’s the same food that she always had every time they went to the restaurant. Yuki was the one who suggested it when he first brought her to this restaurant, and she was teased a lot by him for not wanting to try anything else other than that particular menu, to the extent where he no longer needed to ask her what she would have whenever they go to this place for a meal.

She stifled a laughter when she remembered how Yuki used to tease her all the time about it, how he used to attempt to steal her food and cutely asked her to finish the tomatoes in his plate, and how they often argued about the secret ingredients in the menu. This restaurant held all those memories.

She was happily smiling at the thought, until Yuki asked,

“Hold on… which one is it again?”

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Two weeks.

They didn’t see each other for two weeks after that last date. Yuki had a busy schedule, filled with practice, meetings, interviews and photoshoots. It wasn’t the first time they couldn’t see each other for a long period of time.

But it was the first time that Yuki couldn’t respond to a lot of her calls.

She was probably calling at the wrong time. His schedule usually ends at 10 p.m, but he must’ve had extended meetings with his manager after that. Or he just wanted to rest. After all, not all of her calls were left unanswered. He did answer some of it. And as she suspected, he was just exhausted. Of course he was. After all, he was the team’s ace.

She understood her position. She understood his as well. This is as normal as their relationship would allow. Who he is… does not allow them to have what other couples have. They could not have that stroll at a park under the cherry blossom trees. They could not have those cheesy movie dates. They could not even go to the beach to watch the sun set, since there is a high risk of fans and paparazzi finding him.

Regardless, she was content. She loves him, and she would go above and beyond to make sure his career is not jeopardized by their relationship in any way, even if it means that she could not eat sundaes on broad daylight with Yuki.

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[Hey, how was your day? How was practice?]

She texted him.

[It was good.]

Came his reply.

[Did you have fun? Is Takahashi still messing with you since that day you accidentally ate his bread? Haha]

He responded,

[No, not really.]

Strange. It wasn’t like him to give that kind of replies. He usually would talk a lot, even in his texts. He would vent about how his teammates kept teasing him for being so popular, or how much he wanted to eat greasy, deep-fried food.

This time, it was really strange.

[Hey.. are you alright?]

She hit ‘send’.

Two minutes later, a reply came.

[Yeah. Just dead tired. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m going to bed. Good night.]

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This went on for a week more. The short replies, the unanswered calls, the brief conversations. To say that she was not upset was clearly a lie, since things weren’t like that before. And it’s not like he didn’t respond to her calls and texts AT ALL. He did. It’s just that.. it has become somehow different.

Or was she the one who became strange? Has she become… clingy? Could it just be her mind playing tricks on her? Or perhaps… this is what to be expected when one is dating a famous athlete?

Then again, beggars can’t be choosers.

She should be more understanding of his job. She should be supportive. There are things that she herself has not understood yet about how the industry works and she’s sure that Yuki already has a lot on his plate. He isn’t just an athlete. He is an ambassador, a representative, and to an extent, an idol to many.

She shouldn’t ask too much of him.

_________________________________________________________

It was on one Friday morning where she had to call in sick after waking up in shock, immediately running to the toilet and vomiting. She knew right away that she caught a high fever.

Has she not been taking care of her health lately? Was she stressed at work?

Overthinking?

Regardless, with shaking hands, and with the little consciousness she had left, she left a voice message for a close friend. She had promised him that she’d join him in a co-op expedition on Monster Hunter later that night.

“Hey, Yuji.. I can’t join you tonight.. high fever.. Need to rest. Sorry.. I’ll join you some other time, okay?”

With that, she hung up, mustered as much strength as she could, pulled up the covers and fell into an uneasy sleep.

+++

She was awoken by the sound of plates being handled. Her eyes shot open.

Burglar?

Terrified, she turned around slowly, only to breathe out a sigh of relief when she saw the person in her house. She had forgotten that she gave him the spare keys to her house.

“Gosh..Yuki.. You scared me..”

“Oh, hey, you’re awake.” he replied, arranging something on the kitchen counter.

“W..what time is it? How long have I been sleeping?” her hand roamed around for her phone. She found it and checked the time. To her surprise, she was out cold for a good seven hours and it’s already 3 in the evening. She groaned. Her whole body still felt heavy, but that sleep was very much needed.

“Are you alright?”

Yuki came to her and sat next to her on the bed.

On his lap, was a bowl of soup.

She stared at the bowl, and then.. at her boyfriend.

“Did you come here and….cook?”

“Yes..? And.. I know you’re sick and all, but how come I only found out about it from Nishida? Why didn’t you call me?” he asked out of sheer curiosity while helping her to sit up straight. She remembered the phone call this morning. “Oh.. I told him I couldn’t join our gaming session tonight.. he needed help taking down a boss. I didn’t have much strength to call anyone after that.”

“Taking down a boss..? Is it that important? You guys are ridiculous.” he teased.

She let out a weak chuckle. “Hey, Shara Ishvalda is not ridiculous. What’s ridiculous is you, suddenly showing up in my place after God knows how long we haven’t properly talked to each other.”

She meant is as a joke, but despite the fever flowing painfully in her veins and biting painfully at her joints, she could still notice the change in his expression. Oops. Did she say something wrong?

“I understand you’re busy. I shouldn’t ask too much of you.” she added, but Yuki was silent. The expression on his face was unreadable.

Was he upset? What exactly happened to him lately? Is he exhausted? Stressed? What is he hiding from her? Was something bothering him? Was it work?

Was it guilt?

Her thoughts were cut off when Yuki handed her a spoon. “I hope it tastes okay.” he spoke.

“Well... unfortunately, my tongue is currently deprived of its senses… and therefore, I deem your soup…”

She took a sip and imitated Gordon Ramsey’s face expression as best as she could, “…mediocre in terms of its taste.”

Her attempt to lighten up the mood worked.

Yuki was laughing softly.

Ah, there he was. Her Yuki.

The person who had made her heart pound like a drum, the man who often put others before him, the man who made her realize just how much she could love someone. She hasn’t seen that smile for such a long time. She missed that smile.

She missed him.

All she could do was stare at the man in front of her. With trembling fingers, she touched his cheek. “I missed this, Yuki. I missed you.” she said meekly. He took her hand in his own, but was silent for some time before saying,

“I’m here.”

“I know you’re busy. I know people expect a lot from you. I know you tend to carry the burden all on your own. I respect that. But-- I also want you to know that if you need any help, all of us are here for you. Me, your teammates, your family.. I want you to always remember that you---”

Yuki’s phone on the night stand vibrated, signalling an incoming call.

Yuki immediately answered the phone call and walked towards the kitchen, where she couldn’t hear him.

It was a short phone call. After it ended, Yuki went back to sit next to her on the bed. But this time, she could no longer form any words.

As much as she was surprised that she was interrupted mid-conversation, she couldn’t stop the chills that ran down her spine. Immediately, that feverish burn in her veins was replaced by something much, much more agonizing, and she could feel blood rushing to her head, trying to make sense of what she had seen.

She saw the caller ID, and she knew who it was.

She knew that name. She noticed that Yuki probably didn’t realize that she had already seen it, considering how he was trying to act normal after that phone call, but somehow… just somehow…

Everything started to fall into place. Everything started to make sense.

_________________________________________________________

Of all Yuki’s friends and teammates, only a few had personally known her. She had grown close to Yuji after she and Yuki started dating (especially when he found out both of them loved games), and Takahashi texts her every now and then, spilling tea about the things her boyfriend do during training, and sometimes sent her pictures of young Yuki because he absolutely loved it when she teased Yuki about it.

Masa, though, is the only one who knew her way before she met Yuki. In fact, he was the reason they met in the first place. She and Masa coincidentally shared the same social circle, and their passion and interest in volleyball and manga made them friends.

When Masa heard her voice over the phone in all seriousness, he knew something had definitely happened. She was not the type who talks about what happens in her relationship to others. She had always tried to resolve any conflicts on her own first. It was her way of protecting herself and Yuki.

When she had finished talking, he became silent, mainly due to shock and disbelief. Several things were running through his mind. What was Yuki doing? Has that boy lost his mind?

“Or maybe I’m the one overthinking? I’m not sure what to think of anymore, Masa.” she spoke. She wanted to believe that she was indeed overthinking. That she saw wrong. That everything happened was either just a coincidence or just Yuki feeling exhausted because of work. She wanted to believe in Yuki.

But it was hard. It was hard when the pieces just somehow…fit together.

“Hey, I’ll try and talk to him somehow and find out what’s going on. You should try to calm down and save your worries for later, okay?” he assured her.

They had been friends for a long time. She knew she could count on him. Plus, Yuki had always looked up to Masa. If there is anyone in the team who could get Yuki to talk about his feelings and thoughts in all honesty, it would definitely be Masa. She trusts him.

She trusts his judgment.

She wished she didn’t.

Because four days later, she received a phone call from Masa, confirming all her worst fears.

_________________________________________________________

Other than the restaurant, they have another secret spot where they could meet without the prying eyes of others.

It was at a small, empty playground on the hills. During daytime, the place would be crowded with children and the elderly who found the place suitable for walks and light jogs. At night, the playground is completely silent due to its not-so-close distance from the nearest neighborhood, and because of it’s location on the hills, the playground is a lot colder and eerier at night.

It was ideal enough for Yuki and her. They would sit on the swings and talk about many things while looking at the view from the hills. On colder nights, they would stay in his car, eating snacks and enjoy each other’s company. She was happy enough to have him next to her, healthy and smiling. She couldn’t ask for more.

This time, however, when she looked at him as he got out of his car and walked towards her, she knew that she will no longer be able to even ask for anything more.

“Hey,” she started.

“Hey,” he replied the same.

No hugs. No kisses.

It had really dawned on her that everything was ending right there and then.

Where do they start?

Where do things start to end?

Can it end quickly?

It’s starting to feel really, really painful.

She looked at him. Stared at him. His eyes, that see the best in everyone. His nose, that he loves to scrunch. His lips.. that had showered her with soft kisses. His hands... that had given her warmth for so many times.

How did things turn out this way?

But she knew she had to do it. It had to be done. What’s the use of a having a relationship if only one of them is committed to it?

“You know I’m breaking up with you, right?”

The words unexpectedly came out smoothly. She didn’t know she could be so… composed.

Inside, however, she felt as if every inch of her was slashed with a knife.

It seemed that he had already anticipated it. She could read the expression he wore on his face.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” she asked.

He paused for some time. And lightly nodded.

She stared at the view. The city used to look so vibrant from where they were. Now, it just looks like random lights piling on top of each other.

It’s making her dizzy.

She turned around to face the other way.

Calm down. Calm down.

“I figured it out early on.” she added.

She heard Yuki taking a deep breath. He didn’t look at her.

Guilt.

He was about to say her name, but she was quick to stop him. “No. Don’t. Don’t apologize. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t..need to hear it. I already know you’re sorry, Yuki.”

Don’t call my name. This is already hard . If you call my name, I’m not sure if I would be able to let you go.

“Instead of saying you’re sorry… I just hope that you would treat her better. Treat her nicely. Appreciate her. Respect her. Make things work, no matter what happens.”

Yuki stayed silent, and she continued,

“I realized that it is no use holding on to you, on this relationship, when it’s obvious that your heart is clearly with someone else.”

Breathe. It is for the best. Breathe.

“And so, Ishikawa Yuki… I release you from this bond.” she spoke. Her lips formed a little smile, attempting to diffuse the heavy tension in the air. Yuki could only stare at her, wondering how could she stay cheerful despite knowing what he had done. He was amazed at how calm and level-headed she was at that moment despite the obvious pain in her voice.

“So.. you should go now. Tell her that we broke it off. Assure her, and yourself, that we ended things on good terms. And move on, Yuki. I will move on as well.” she spoke again, giving him a light push on the shoulder.

Go. Please, just go.

“I… I can’t just leave you here.” he finally spoke.

“I won’t be here all night, silly. My car is right there, and I have work tomorrow.” she chuckled.

Breathe. Breathe. Just… breathe.

Their eyes met for the last time, and with a strain in his voice, Yuki finally said, “Thank you. For everything.”

She forced a smile.

It felt like an eternity. When will this end?

She smiled, almost bitterly. “Go.” she insisted.

And he did. She watched his back as he walked away. She watched him as he got into his car. And she waved her hand lightly as he drove off.

Breathe.

However, as soon as his car was out of sight, her knees buckled, and she knelt on the the ground. Biting her hand, she tried to stifle her cry as much as she could as she could no longer stop the tears streaming down her face.

It hurts. It hurts!

Help me. Anyone. Please. It hurts..

Please stop this pain.

How did things turn out this way? What did she do wrong? What exactly went wrong? What could’ve she done better?

Did she not love him enough?

Why couldn’t he give her his heart?

What did she do wrong?

What did she---

“Hey.” a voice came from behind her and she looked up in shock.

“M…Masa?”

Masa read her tear-stained face as he knelt next to her. “He told me this afternoon that he was meeting you here tonight. I told him to come clean about the whole thing.” he spoke as he took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

“God, you’re a mess.”

“S…shut up and let me grieve.” she managed to retort in between sobs. The tears haven’t stopped. How could they when she had held them back for so long?

“Alright, alright.” Masa calmly spoke and sat next to her on the ground. She looked at him as if he was insane.

“C..Can’t a girl cry alone?” she stifled another cry.

“In this place? Gosh, no. What if a couple comes here to have a good time and suddenly saw a girl crying on the ground? Good Lord, you’re going to scare the living daylights out of some poor souls. Have mercy on them, will you?”

She knew he didn’t mean it. She knew he meant well, judging from the hand on her shoulder that hasn’t left since he sat down.

She clicked her tongue as a joke. Words have seemed to fail her by now. She wasn’t sure what to do next. The love of her life has left her. What will she do now? How will she move on? Can she move on to begin with?

The thought alone scared her, and she found herself sobbing uncontrollably again.

“I..loved him, Masa.. but.. it wasn’t enough…”

She felt him pull her closer and she felt his hand gently guiding her head to lean on his shoulder. “Here, I’ll lend you my shoulder. The first 30 minutes is free. After that, you will be charged 500 yen per minute.”

She chuckled a little, but said nothing further. She let herself cry as much as she wanted to on his shoulder, the handkerchief was no longer of use at that point. His jacket was stained by her tears, but he made no noticeable expression of discomfort. He had been such a great friend despite his mean jokes, and she appreciated his presence next to her. She wasn’t sure what she could’ve done if Masa wasn’t there. Probably something really, really stupid and reckless.

+++

She woke up the next morning in a mess. She felt horrible, her eyes were still swollen, and her head felt unbelievably heavy.

Nevertheless, she woke up.

Just then, she received text messages. They’re from Nishida and Takahashi.

[Good morning! I heard from Masa-san that you and Yuki-san broke up. No worries! Let’s take down another boss tonight! I’ll let you curse as much as you want!]

[Mornin’! Hey, look at this silly photo of Nishida.]

She looked at the photo Takahashi sent. Yuji was getting hit by a ball while he was tying his shoelace. It was a bit blurry, but Yuji’s expression was definitely silly. She chuckled.

It turned out that Masa really didn’t waste any time to spread the news. Well, it’s better if everyone knew. It would save her from many awkward moments in the future.

And then came another text. This time, it’s from Masa.

[Oi, good morning. How are you feeling?]

She chuckled. She felt a slight warmth from the text messages.

[I feel like shit]

[Of course you do. I would be surprised if you suddenly said you’re fine, especially after what you put my jacket through last night. I found dried snot on it this morning.]

She unexpectedly laughed out loud.

[I’ll buy you another one. Sheesh.]

She managed to smile a little more.

She still wasn’t so sure how she was going to move on, but she will take the first step.

And she got up.

#i had this prompt bookmarked for so long #i am so sleepy #what even is this #help me #i can see oxygen

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besanii · 4 years

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wwx + lwj being isolated together on their (largely empty) campus after being forced to return early from their study-abroad trips, living across the hall from each other, bored out of their skulls; lwj's set to pass the time reading his online textbooks, meditating, playing guqin; wwx's going out of his mind without proper access to his dorm room, studio space, and novel stimulation; eventually they open their doors, tape out the space of 6 feet, & sit in their doorways swapping songs + bonding

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Tap-tap-tap

Lan Wangji takes out one earbud and frowns in the direction of his closed door. There is a long pause during which no sound is heard and Lan Wangji is about to put his earbuds back in when it starts again.

Taptap-tap-tap

Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptap…

Irritated, he storms over and yanks the door open, ready to snap at the offender, only to come face-to-face with…nothing. He blinks, confused, and moves to close the door again when he hears giggling from somewhere near the ground. He frowns.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

Wei Wuxian grins up at him from where he is splayed out on his stomach in the doorway across the hall and waves. His other hand is holding onto a long contraption made of a jumble of stationery haphazardly taped together that spans the entire width of the corridor, the end of which stops just short of Lan Wangji’s leg.

“Hiya, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian chirps. “I’d come closer but we’re not allowed.”

Lan Wangji feels a headache already starting to develop in between his eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose to ward it off and sighs.

“What do you want, Wei Ying?” he asks. “I’m busy.”

Wei Wuxian sits up on his knees with a wide grin.

“Can I borrow a pen?” He shrugs. “I seem to have used up all my spares.”

Lan Wangji stares at him, and then down at the long pole of taped stationery still lying on the ground by their feet. The throbbing in his head grows louder, more insistent. He has lectures to listen to, notes to take, and he needs to practice. He doesn’t have time to entertain Wei Wuxian and his flights of fancy.

“Ridiculous,” he says, and slams the door shut.

–

The next day, the tapping starts again. This time, Lan Wangji is in the middle of practicing a new song on his guqin and only hears it when he stops to make a note on the score. He’s half tempted to ignore it and return to his practice, but he finds himself instead opening the door again to see Wei Wuxian sprawled on the floor, lounging back against the door frame.

He perks up when he sees Lan Wangji.

“Lan Zhan! Hi!” He scrambles to sit back on his heels when Lan Wangji moves to shut the door again. “No, wait, don’t go!”

Lan Wangji pauses, one hand on the door, and sighs.

“What do you want, Wei Ying? I’m—”

“—busy, I know,” Wei Wuxian finishes for him. He scratches the side of his nose with a sheepish expression. “Sorry, I promise I won’t bother you for very long. I just…I’ve been working on a new piece for class and I really need a second opinion on this one part and you’re the only one on this floor who’s also doing Composition 4505 so…”

Lan Wangji feels a twinge of guilt at the hopefulness in his tone. It’s been three days since the beginning of their confinement and while Lan Wangji is used to silence, he knows it must be difficult for someone as sociable and energetic as Wei Wuxian, who is used to hanging out with others and thrives on social interactions. He sighs again.

“Give me a moment,” he says, and drags his desk chair over to the door. He takes a seat facing Wei Wuxian and folds his arms over his chest. “Alright, whenever you’re ready.”

Wei Wuxian beams.

The next day, Lan Wangji opens his door before the tapping even begins. Wei Wuxian’s door is already open and he’s crouching, stationery pole in hand, ready to begin tapping. Instead, the tip of the pole (one of those jumbo-sized Sharpies Lan Wangji’s seen him use to make markings on posters and charts) taps Lan Wangji on the chest and he raises an eyebrow.

“Oops? Sorry,” Wei Wuxian says with a nervous chuckle. He starts pulling the pole back when Lan Wangji makes a grab for it. “Hey!”

“I’m confiscating this,” Lan Wangji tells him sternly. “So you can stop damaging school property.”

“But how am I supposed to get your attention?” Wei Wuxian complains.

Lan Wangji sets the pole just inside the door of his room.

“The door’s open,” he says. “Just call me.”

Wei Wuxian takes his now constantly open door as an invitation to call on Lan Wangji at all hours of the day. He insists that they eat together (it’s one of the stranger experiences of Lan Wangji’s life, sitting cross-legged in his open doorway facing Wei Wuxian doing the same across the hall), and asks Lan Wangji to listen to him practice the dizi and give him feedback. He surprises Lan Wangji one day by pulling out a stack of flashcards he’d made to help him study for one of the subjects they didn’t share.

“I had too much time and I couldn’t sleep,” he admits, “so I looked up your course notes. You have a quiz on Monday right? Maybe this will help?”

His cheeks are tinged pink and he twirls a lock of hair between his fingers as he makes himself comfortable on the floor, not quite meeting Lan Wangji’s eyes. Bashfulness is a rather…charming look on him, Lan Wangji’s heart decides, and skips a beat. He’s still staring at Wei Wuxian, trying to process this new bit of information, when Wei Wuxian cocks his head to one side and blinks up at him with confusion in those big, gray eyes.

Lan Wangji’s heart skips again.

Oh.

Two weeks pass by in a blur of shared meals, study and practice sessions across the hall, and those newly-awakened feelings only grow the more time he spends with Wei Wuxian. He’s also started paying more attention to his little habits and thinking them cute, although he’s no longer sure if it’s because of the feelings or if the feelings are because of those habits.

Wei Wuxian is fidgety and restless by nature and if he has to sit still for long periods of time, he’ll start twirling things in his fingers. Like a pen, or his dizi, or his hair. He also likes to chew on the ends of his hair when he’s deep in thought, which Lan Wangji finds really quite distracting; his fingers itch to brush away the lock of hair from his mouth, and then maybe replacing it with his own—

His ears burn and he has to turn back to his book to stop himself from staring at Wei Wuxian’s mouth. Luckily, Wei Wuxian is too busy humming to himself as he scribbles on a piece of paper to notice.

They’re eating dinner on their last night of enforced isolation when Lan Wangji finally admits to himself that he almost doesn’t want this to end. He likes spending time with Wei Wuxian, just the two of them; he likes seeing him in his pyjamas, buried in his notes, reading glasses (reading glasses!) slipping off the bridge of his nose as he twirls a pen in his hand. He likes listening to him talk while they’re eating, even though Lan Wangji himself doesn’t contribute much to the conversation. He likes the way Wei Wuxian smiles at him over the top of his laptop, eyes crinkling at the corners and nose scrunched up as he makes faces.

He just…really likes Wei Wuxian.

He doesn’t know what to do with this information.

“Hey Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says, completely oblivious to Lan Wangji’s internal conflict. “What’s the first thing you’re going to do once we’re allowed outside?”

He’s chewing on the ends of his chopsticks, lips pursed in thought and Lan Wangji is transfixed. He barely even registers the question before his mind supplies the answer.

I’m going to kiss you.

It is only when Wei Wuxian squeaks, his chopsticks clattering to the floor as he turns bright red, does Lan Wangji realise he hadn’t spoken those words in his mind.

“Sorry,” he says, clearing his throat. His ears burn. “I didn’t mean—”

Wei Wuxian claps his hands over his ears and shakes his head.

“Nope, nope, stop talking,” he says loudly, his eyes squeezed shut. “You can’t say things like that, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji’s heart sinks. He opens his mouth to apologise again, but Wei Wuxian interrupts him to waggle a finger in his direction.

“You can’t just say things like that,” he whines again. “That’s not fair. It just makes me want to run over there and kiss you, but we can’t until tomorrow and maybe not even then because of this social distancing thing and that’s—not—fair!”

He scrunches up his face in a way that makes him look stupidly adorable and Lan Wangji really, really wants to jump him. But he doesn’t, because he still has some semblance of self-control.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says instead, louder, firmer, and feels a surge of satisfaction when Wei Wuxian wails and covers his face. “First thing tomorrow.”

(He does. Multiple times. Caution be damned.)

Notes:

Okay, so this is just for fun and isn’t mean to be a reflection of what it’s actually like to be in quarantine/isolation. I also haven’t had much dorm experience besides 6 months in Japan about 9 years ago, so none of this is accurate. The 14 day period is based on what Australia’s recommended as a safe isolation period, so that’s what I’m going with.

Stay safe and healthy everyone!

// buy me a ko-fi //

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#hey nonny nonny #asks #mdzs #wangxian #my writing #fluff #literally zero percent of this is accurate #they're stuck in their dorms for 14 days #and lwj catches Feelings #also WWX in a big soft jumper and reading glasses #i want #lwj loves soft and cuddly wwx #and also things in wwx's mouth #but yea

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audisamu · 3 years

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hc iwaizumi taking care of sick reader, how does he take care of her?

H. IWAIZUMI CARING FOR A SICK READER

notes; i love this man so much. you honestly have no idea how much i just stay up at night thinking about him. he is the perfect husband, boyfriend, friend, just anything.

──➤ Okay so imagine you’ve been with Iwaizumi for a good few months, you know that your relationship is serious but you’re still navigating the whole ‘dating’ thing.

──➤ You’ve come down with an awful flu. You’re basically bedridden and even if you weren’t, Iwaizumi insists you rest all you can.

──➤ In the morning, he made you some tea and took care of all your needs. He wouldn’t leave you alone but you didn’t mind being pampered a bit.

──➤ He had to go into work for the morning, but he promised he would be home at noon.

──➤ You spent most of your time scrolling through your phone and doing some work on your laptop (not really), and periodically getting a ten minute nap in before waking up with a stuffy nose and not being able to breathe.

──➤ You started to get worried around one. He hadn’t come home yet and you couldn’t do much by yourself in your current state.

──➤ After messaging him a few times you fell into another nap, this one lasting more than just ten minutes.

──➤ You’re woken up by the sound of the front door opening and you basically hop out of the blankets to see who it is.

──➤ Of course you know it’s Iwaizumi.

──➤ His eyes widen at you barreling down the hall, legs wobbly and snot dripping out your nose.

──➤ Though he wants to scold you for getting out of bed and using so much energy, your cute smile wins him over and he wraps his arms around you, letting you lean on him.

──➤ He tells you that he ended up having to do some extra work and that he was late. He tried to call you a few times but oops, guess you didn’t answer.

──➤ When you peek around him and onto the floor near the door, you see a bag full of your favorite snacks and some cold medicine.

──➤ He admits that he was worried about you and wanted you to feel better so he stopped on the way home to pick some stuff up.

──➤ After you exchange a few words, he remembers that you’re supposed to be resting and without a word, grabs the bag and you, hoisting you up into his hold.

──➤ Once you’re laid back in bed, he makes you drink the medicine and leaves you to your own devices for a bit.

──➤ After about fifteen minutes the medicine has ‘gotten’ to you and you’re a bit loopy.

──➤ The apartment you share is filled with you whining and demanding Iwaizumi to come and take care of you.

──➤ he begrudgingly submits to this and slinks back to the bedroom, only to see you sitting on the edge of the bed excitedly.

──➤ he glances next to you and sees the covers throw up. Before he can process you’re reaching out and grabbing at him, patting at the space next to you.

──➤ “Pleeeeease! Come cuddle with me, it’ll make me get better faster,” you’re basically begging him.

──➤ While he wants nothing more than to come and relax with you, he needs to make sure you actually get better and he doesn’t get sick as well.

──➤ He leaves you to go back to the kitchen and make some soup. He hopes that maybe this will get him back into your good graces.

──➤ Before he can do this though, the sound of you calling his name distracts him. He sighs and slips into the room, only to see you with your hands over your face.

──➤ “Hajime! Can you pretty pretty please get me a wet towel. My head hurts a lot,” your voice is soft and he quickly rushes to the bathroom to soak a towel in nice hot water.

──➤ When he comes back to the room he expects to hand you the towel and leave but before he can turn around, you’re tugging at his arm in attempt to get him to come lay down with you.

──➤ He considers his options and in the end, he lets you pull him onto the bed

──➤ Key word is he lets you. He finds it hard to keep a straight face as you attempt to pull him. He’s stronger than you on a regular basis but this sickly version of you is laughable at best.

──➤ He lets you snuggle into him and scoffs and whatever random praises and compliments you half-consciously shower him with.

──➤ Thankfully you slip into a deep sleep and Iwaizumi tries to get up to leave.

──➤ Right before he thinks he’s in the clean you shift and drape your arm over him, trapping him in place.

──➤ He decides that a nap would probably do him well and in the end you both blackout till morning.

──➤ Sadly, Iwaizumi is right and in the end, he ended up getting sick as well.

──➤ Good thing you’re there to return the favor.

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ratcourtjester · 3 years

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(So originally I was gonna do all three with both pairings since but that's not what ended happening so I will have the superbat part up later tonight or tomorrow hope you enjoy @peppersonironi !)

Okay, so this isn't how Kon imagined their first kiss happening. Not that he imagined it often! Just…once or twice. Like those rare times Tim gave him that manic grin that meant he was about to do something uncharacteristically risky and trusted him to have his back. Or when he was thinking intently on something. Or when his face scrunched up when something didn't quite add up. Or-

Okay, so maybe he thought about kissing Tim a lot more than he liked to admit. But he genuinely never thought it would be in the middle of a Wayne function. They were late coming back from Titans Tower (Tim would later tell Bruce it was because of a minor emergency but really it was because of a really intense round of Smash between him and Cassie) and Kon had given him a lift back to the manor. Tim was already dressed for the function (Kon still felt a little swell of satisfaction in his chest knowing he had been entrusted with his best friend's secret identity before the rest of the team) and Kon brought him in through the window of the study one of Tim's brothers had unlatched for them.

"Thanks." Tim said as he was set down, smoothing his suit out before looking back up at Kon, who was still floating in front of him wearing a goofy grin.

"Hey don't mention it, man. Next time I'll have my meter running though." Superboy joked, getting a somewhat amused eye roll from the former Boy Wonder. He opened his mouth to retort before frowning hearing the door handle turn. He glanced at it quickly before turning back to Kon, who shook his head. Not a Bat, he knew all their heartbeats. No one was supposed to be upstairs during these things and before Kon could dash out the window the door was creaking open. Tim's hands shot to his jacket, forcing Kon to follow as he pulled him closer, pressing their lips together. He took advantage of Kon's shocked gasp to slip his tongue past his lips, exploring his mouth.

Unsure what else to do, Kon slipped his hand to the base of Tim's skull, deepening the kiss even further and resigning himself to just going with it and enjoying the moment. In the background he heard the click of a camera and an almost sing-song, "Oops, wrong room!"

Tim broke the kiss and tugged him so he pressed even closer, glaring at the door over Kon's shoulder as he landed to accommodate the silent demand. "Do you mind, Miss Vale?" He asked, shifting as if he was trying to hid Kon's face from her (as if the giant S-sheild on his back didn't give away who he was).

"Not at all, I got what I wanted." Vicki hummed holding up her camera with a grin. "Have fun boys." She sang, closing the door.

"...She went back downstairs." Kon murmured after a minute. The other boy let out a sigh of relief and let go of him, stepping back to give them both some much needed space. Tim ran a hand through his mussed up hair, staring at the door.

"I should go downstairs and warn Bruce we're going to have to do some damage control." He sighed again, this time in resignation. "Better a PR disaster than an investigation and possible identity reveal…" he muttered mostly to himself.

"Yeah but won't that put 'Tim Drake-Wayne' at risk? Like, won't you be more of a target than you were before?" Kon asked, floating again and honestly only <i>kinda</i> putting together what just happened. Tim quirked his lips up in a grin that told Kon he had asked a stupid question and it amused him.

"Its not like it would be the first time that one of us got 'caught' with a hero." He reminded the clone, shrugging and moving to the door. "We have it covered. "Night Kon."

"Yeah…Night…"

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Kon tried to get the kiss out of his head, he really did! But fuck, he hadn't realized how much he had really wanted it…

The picture in the paper had been a Disaster(tm) and not just because Cassie and Bart kept teasing him about bagging a rich kid. Ma kept giving this knowing look that he was trying his damnedest not to look too much into and everytime Clark was over it became even more painfully obvious that this was going to eventually turn into one of those 'parental conversations' that neither of them wanted to have.

Tim, for his part, was acting perfectly normal (as normal as Tim acted anyways), which was driving Kon insane. He had brought it up once to let Kon know that Batman was handling it. Which terrorfied him more than he liked to admit. Other than that they haven't really talked about it. And that was…fine. Really.

Okay it wasn't and it took Kon another week before he found himself knocking on his best friend's door at the tower. There was a muffled 'come in' that he might of missed without his super-hearing. Tim was sitting cross legged on his bed in pajamas and one of his old domino masks going through something on his laptop, which made Kon grin a little. It looked so absurd it was almost cute.

"Hey Rob, got a minute?" He asked, definitely not getting a fuzzy feeling in his chest when Tim took off the mask once the door closed realizing it was just Kon.

"Sure, what's up?" He asked, moving so the other could sit on the bed next to him, which he did.

"About the…the uh, kiss…" Kon started and Tim frowned.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable, I-"

"No!" Kon said quickly, holding up his hands to stop him before rubbing the back of his neck. "You didn't, really. I was just thinking that maybe…we should do it more often. Outside of it being a quick cover. Ya'know, if you-"

He was cut off by a snort and his heart dropped to his stomach. He was about to tell him to just forget it and hide in his room with his dog when Tim was suddenly in his space. He smelt like coffee.

"That," he chuckled. "Was the lamest way anyone has asked me out before."

"That's not a no." Kon pointed out with a small grin.

Tim rolled his eyes and Kon kissed the exasperated look off his face.

No camera to interrupt this time.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #first kiss #superboy #red robin #prompt #peppersonironi

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grace-likes-things · 3 years

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Chapter Seven - Something Different

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A/N: uhhhh oops it’s been a long time. What with the world going to shit, I hope you can understand my struggle. Good news is I have the next 2 chapters written! This story is still going to be quite the ride so I hope you can stick it out with me, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Warnings: burns

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My sock-clad feet are digging into the soft carpet of Peter’s bedroom, my biology notebook across my lap, and a textbook strewn on the ground. Music plays softly to occupy the quiet of the room. We’ve just finished our second day back at school since the Sarah incident, and things are a little strange. Kids have all of a sudden been acting out of the ordinary, some small things — Jimmy S. dumped his lunch on the floor before laughing and walking out the door mid-day — and some more concerning — Hannah O. shook the climbing rope in gym until the kid on it lost his grip. The staff has been seriously concerned, and I think the school board is meeting to discuss what might be going on.

“Peter?” I ask, lifting my head to the boy taking notes at his desk in front of me.

“Yeah?” He says without looking back.

“Have you gotten any other weird feelings at school? Like before someone acts up?”

“Yeah, but it’s usually minor. It’s probably just a fluke. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s done something villain-worthy.”

I sigh, contemplating the strange events, “I know, but people are still getting hurt, even if it is minor stuff. Do you think it might have something to do with the blip?”

Peter turns in his chair to face me, “What? Like how?”

“Well,” I say, “Sarah, Jimmy and Hannah were all dusted, right? And the other kids, too. They blipped, they’re acting up, but as far as I remember, no one who survived the snap has done anything weird.”

“I guess you’re right, but — what are you doing?”

I give him a confused look, and he’s reflecting it right back, staring at my notebook, “What do you—?”

But when I lower my gaze, I see scrawled pen marks all over my once-neat biology notes. I lift my right hand, and to my surprise there’s black ink smudged all over the side of it. My pen has significantly less ink than it did five minutes ago. The lines on my paper are dug harshly, nearly tearing the pages at some spots.

“Did you mean to do that?” Peter asks, now with his full attention on me, concern littered across his features.

I keep staring at my hand in disbelief, “No,” I mumble, “I didn’t even know I was writing…”

We sit in silence for a moment, trying to process what just happened and all of a sudden a wave of content washes over me, and it’s not a concern anymore.

“It’s fine,” spills from my mouth, “probably nothing.”

“What? Y/N, you just ruined your notes without even realizing— “

“It’s fine, Peter, I don't want to worry about it.”

He looks at me, brows furrowed deeply, but gives in, “Alright…”

“Kids!”

Both of our heads turn toward the door, and May swings it open to address us, “Want dinner? I failed at lasagna so I’m thinking I’ll just door dash some Italian, who’s in?”

“Sure!” I say, cheery, “I’m up for Italian.”

“Y-yeah, May,” Peter says, not lifting his eyes from my notebook, “Italian sounds good.”

After dinner, once May has tired us out with questions about school, patrol, and lab work, Peter and I settle on top of his comforter to pick a movie to watch, his laptop laid precariously across our thighs.

“So what are you thinking?” Peter asks, “True crime? Horror? Comedy?”

“Hmm, I don't know, you pick. I’ll probably pass out again.”

He lets out a short laugh, “Alright,” and keeps browsing.

My mind wanders to other things, thinking about my dad picking me up later and home life. And then I realize something, “Peter, I never asked how you were doing after all this. You know, how are you and May adjusting?”

He’s been tired lately, I can tell. He doesn’t act it, not around his friends or at the tower — my dad decided to keep it running while the compound is being rebuilt — but when he thinks no one’s watching he seems exhausted. Maybe calm, but still drained.

He whistles out his next exhale, “I dunno. I guess I haven’t thought about it much. We both blipped, so for us the biggest thing was having to find a new apartment, her new job. But your dad helped, even if May told him not too, so that made it easier.”

“Mhm,” I hum, “And you? I mean, we were both there, on Titan, at the battle. It was…”

“Some scary shit?”

I laugh, “Yeah, some scary shit.”

Both of our giggles peter out before he says, “Yeah, I mean it’s hard stuff to deal with. It’s not like I’ve gotten over it or anything, but I’m just trying to stay optimistic. We got through it with almost everyone. I still have May, we’ve still got your dad, Pepper, Happy, and you’ve even got a brand new sister, so I’d say things are on the upturn for a while, I guess.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, a small smile on my features. Then I jostle his shoulder, “Knock on wood, though. Can’t be jinxing the only good luck in our lifetimes.”

He taps his knuckles lightly on his bed frame, “For sure, it’s nice not having an Avengers-level threat on the news every month.”

He slides the laptop closer, absently sliding his fingers across the track-pad, but I can tell he’s not really looking at the movie choices.

“You know you can talk to me though, right?” I glance up at him, heart beating a little faster at the idea of getting a look inside his head, “If anything’s on your mind. If you want to.”

“Yeah,” he turns his head toward me, and now we’re just centimeters away, each breath shared in the same space, “Yeah, thanks. Me, too, you know, if you need to get something off your chest.” But he says it slow, airily, eyes glancing across my face, feature to feature, and I realize I might be doing the same. I nod, and our faces get closer, just the smallest bit, and I find my eyes are focused on his lips.

“Hey, kids!” We hear May call through the apartment and quickly turn our heads toward the door. She’s not in the doorway, thank god.

“Yeah, May?” Peter sighs, settling back against his bed frame.

May now appears in the room, coat in hand, “It's gonna rain tomorrow and I don't wanna walk in it, so I’m gonna grab some groceries before the stores close. Think you can handle taking my bread out of the oven in a bit?”

“You made bread?” Peter says, in a oh-my-god-what-will-I-be-poisoned-with tone. I suppress a laugh for May’s sake.

“Yes, I did, out of the kindness of my heart,” She smirks at him, then turns to leave “The timer’s going off in about 30, you’ll hear it. Thanks!” And then we hear the apartment door close behind her.

“Well,” I sigh, shaking off the awkward demeanor in the room, “Are we even gonna have time to finish a movie at this point?”

He laughs, “Probably not.”

And we both get up to monitor May’s bread experiment, because god knows it’ll burn if we let it bake until her timer goes off.

“I’m telling you, it’s gotta mean something that I didn’t plummet to the ground when I webbed onto Thor’s hammer —“

“No way!” I laugh at Peter, tossing a dish rag his direction, “You weren’t even directly touching it!”

“But that’s gotta be some indication.” He protests, “Maybe I’m like, partially worthy.”

“How could someone be ‘Partially worthy?’ That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Cap was fighting with it! That means someone other than Thor can be worthy, so—“

“Yeah, but that in no way suggests that partial worthiness is even a thing,” I don't actually doubt him this much, but it’s fun to watch Peter push this idea so much.

“Fine, you know what? We’ll ask Thor if we can test it out next time he’s on Earth. I figure he’ll get drunk enough at the cookout to let us try it.”

“Oooh, you’re gonna try to steal drunk Thor’s hammer?” I laugh, leaning back on the kitchen counter, “That’s risky business, I don't think I want to be involved.”

“Not steal, just borrow for a brief experiment.” Peter tries to reason.

“Okay, fine, but don't come crying to me when a thousand year old god puts you in a headlock,” I turn away from him, checking once again on the sad-looking loaf of bread in the oven, “I think this thing’s probably done.”

“Thor wouldn’t put me in a headlock! I’m the baby of the team, he adores me.”

“First of all, I thought I was the baby of the team, and second, I am totally telling my dad that you took that title—“

“Y/N—“

“Nuh uh, you claimed it! I’m gonna make him give you shit for it—“

“No, Y/N, the—“

And then I feel the searing pain radiating across my entire left palm, down my fingers. A yelp of pain escapes me, and I look down in shock, dropping the bread pan out of my bare hand.

“What the hell?” Peter exclaims quickly as he darts around the counter, shutting the oven door and guiding me quickly to the sink. He turns on the faucet, and cold water starts running over my burned hand, easing the pain only slightly. I stare down in bewilderment at the throbbing red skin.

“What was that?” Peter asks over my shoulder, still holding my wrist to keep my hand below the water, “You weren’t even watching what you were doing!”

“I-I don't know—“ I say, flinching at the discomfort, just as confused as he is, “I didn't even know I was taking it out—”

“What?” He looks down at me now, “What do you mean?” I open my mouth to speak but I don't know what explanation to give him. I don’t remember making the decision to open the oven, I don't remember grabbing the pan.

“Okay,” thankfully, Peter seems to register the disbelief on my face and leaves me at the faucet, returning with the first aid kit from his bathroom, “Let’s get it clean and wrapped.”

I let him guide me to the couch, where he kneels in front of me and sets the first aid kit on the coffee table. I watch from what feels like miles away as he puts ointment on the worst of the burn — my fingertips and the heel of my palm — and gingerly begins to wrap gauze around it. While he’s working on my hand, I’m deep in my scattered thoughts; how did I manage to do that by mistake? Surely I should’ve felt the heat of the oven, should’ve flinched back at the first contact with the metal. I definitely shouldn’t have been able to hold the thing for more than a second without noticing — but I did, didn't I? Or else the burn wouldn’t be so bad. So what the hell happened?

I’m still sitting there trying to figure this out when the door to the apartment opens. We hear two voices enter, not just May’s.

“Hey! Caught your Aunt outside, Pete, thought I’d come up and say hi— what happened?”

My dad and May stop just as they walk through the doorway, just as Peter finishes wrapping my hand.

“Y/N burned her hand taking the bread out of the oven. Uh, sorry, May, it’s kind of ruined all over the kitchen floor.” Peter explains quietly.

My dad walks over and sits beside me on the sofa, taking my wrist gently to examine the injury, “What’d you do, kiddo? Ditch the oven mitt completely?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess,” I say.

He looks at me quizzically, eyeing the bright red fingertips that weren’t wrapped, “That wasn’t a serious question… you’re kidding, right? This isn’t just a forgot-the-oven-mitt burn. Your fingers are singed.”

“I-I don't know. I didn’t realize what I was doing…” I mumble out.

My dad looks to Peter for answers, but he’s just as lost for words as myself. He gives a shrug and a lost look in response. May rubs his shoulder in a motherly fashion.

“You okay, sweetie?” She asks.

“Yeah,” I say, looking directly into her concerned eyes, “Yeah I’ll be fine.”

I have a feeling she wasn’t asking about the burns, but I really don't know what other answer to give them. I don't know what happened.

Tony and May look at each other, communicating silently in that parent sort of way that they do, and I just stare down at my hand.

“Okay,” my dad says, “Well, we should probably get you home then. Pete, wanna grab her backpack for me?”

Peter diligently gets up and returns just a minute later with my backpack and sweater, handing it off to my dad, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, and I can't muster up anything more than a ‘yeah’ before my dad bids the Parkers goodbye and guides me out of the door.

Before I know it, my dad is opening the passenger door for me and guiding me into the car, and I can’t do anything to shake this trance-like state. It's an unbelievable feeling, having no recollection of making a choice to do something so painful like that. My dad’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

“—Earth to Y/N,” he says, waving a hand in front of my face, “Hey, what happened? Are you alright?”

“I- yeah,” I look him in the eye now, “Yeah, I just- I must’ve grabbed the pan without thinking.”

He’s still staring, doubtful, “You sure?” And a beat of silence, “Is everything okay with you and Peter?”

“What?” I ask, “Yeah, everything’s fine, I just— he just helped clean it. I-I don’t know what I did.”

He starts the car, obviously not satisfied with that answer, but pulls away from the curb and begins our route home nonetheless, “Okay, then. Let’s get some sleep into you, huh sweetheart?” His hand comes up to ruffle my hair, and I hum in response.

The drive home is quiet.

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A/N: oooooh what’s goin onnnnnn?

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lesdemonium · 4 years

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please please give us a 33. baby fic (i hope this means there is a baby and not the characters are babies or have known each other since they were babies) and 52. marriage of convenience geraskier mash-up 😌💕

oops i angsted all over this!!!

33. Baby Fic + 52. Marriage of Convenience

“What is this horseshit?”

Geralt looked up from the paperwork Yennefer provided him with. He was tensed, ready for a fight, but Yennefer held up her hand as if to stop him. It was with a huff that he allowed her to silence him, but he narrowed his eyes to find some way to voice his displeasure.

“The judge is a family matters type judge. He won’t care if you’re the better parent, or that Ciri actually knows you. In his eyes, the fact that they’re her grandparents and that there are two of them means they are the obvious choice. I agree with you, it’s horseshit, but if we want to win this, we have to play ball. Now, as your legal advisor, I cannot advocate for you... bending the rules. But as your friend. Well. I think you need to do whatever you possibly can to make yourself a more ideal candidate in this judge’s eyes.”

Geralt’s lips thinned. He wanted to yell at Yen, to tell her this was stupid and archaic and made no sense at all. He’d had Ciri for a year now after the death of her parents. As far as she was concerned, Geralt was her dad. Now her estranged grandparents thought they had rights, and by all accounts would win their custody battle? It wasn’t fair. It was deeply, deeply unfair, both to him and to Ciri.

“What are you suggesting I do, then?” Geralt finally spat, glowering at her.

Yennefer spread her hands out on the table, palms up. She looked at him, an eyebrow raised, and tilted her head. Already, Geralt didn’t like whatever plan she had in mind. But if it would keep his 18 month old with him, he would be willing to do anything.

“How do you feel about marriage?”

It was a stupid idea. Geralt knew that even as he worked himself up to have the conversation all throughout Ciri’s bedtime routine. He took his time with it, trying to stretch out the diaper change, putting on her pajamas, and reading her stories as long as possible. Eventually, though, it all came to an end. Ciri was tired, and when Geralt put her in her crib, she rolled over onto her stomach almost immediately, her butt in the air, chasing sleep.

Geralt’s steps were heavy as he made his way down the stairs. He could hear Jaskier at the kitchen table, typing away on his laptop, and Geralt’s heartbeat only got faster.

“Hey! Let me just--” he finished typing with a flourish, then closed the laptop. Jaskier turned to face Geralt with a smile, holding out his hand for Geralt to take. Geralt did, and sat down in the chair across from Jaskier. “How did the meeting with Yen go? What did she say about all this?”

Geralt swallowed thickly. “She said they have a case. Not really, because Ciri’s grandparents don’t know her and Pavetta and Duny had a will, but the judge they have, probably paid for... we’ll have an uphill battle. Yen thinks they’ll be able to prove Ciri shouldn’t stay with me.”

Jaskier’s face looked stricken. He tightened his hold on Geralt’s hand. “But that doesn’t make any sense! She’s been here since she was six months! You’re her dad. They can’t just... take custody away from you because they decided to swoop back into her life!”

Geralt shook his head. “They shouldn’t be able to. But they have money. This judge tends to side with biological family. We could probably dispute that, by leaning heavily on the fact that they were estranged, and I was in Ciri’s life even before the accident. But he also likes two-parent households. He’s not a fan of single parents.”

“God, of all the prejudiced--I can’t believe that. There has to be something we can do. They can’t just... take her.” Jaskier bit his lip harshly, looking down. His eyes were beginning to tinge red, and Geralt didn’t blame him. Geralt had cried his fill earlier that day.

“Will you marry me?”

The words burst out of Geralt so quickly, they were largely inarticulate. Jaskier’s eyes latched back onto Geralt’s as his eyebrows shot up. Geralt felt his mouth grow dry.

“Geralt, what--”

“A two parent household, Jask. We could be that if we got married. You’ve already been here for most of her life, she knows you and loves you. I love you. It would strengthen our case, and Yen thinks it’d be enough to get the judge to side with me.”

“Romantic, Geralt,” Jaskier said, voice dripping with sarcasm. He frowned and pulled his hand away from Geralt, instead wrapping it around his torso as if he were hugging himself. Or protecting himself. “Exactly what I’ve always dreamed my boyfriend would say. A marriage of convenience. Forgive me if I don’t swoon.”

“Jask, that’s not--” Geralt ran his fingers through his hair. It was what he meant, though. Jaskier was right. This wasn’t romantic, it was just pure convenience. He could understand the hurt, angry look Jaskier was giving him.

“I’m a little tired of Yennefer leading our relationship, Geralt. Do you really need her to field every single step we take? You only asked me out because she told you to stop being an idiot, and now you’re asking me to marry you on her legal advice. Jesus, did you consult her before we fucked, too? Did she give you tips and pointers? Should I thank her for you asking me to move in?” Jaskier pushed himself back from the table abruptly, the chair scraping on the floor. He stood up and walked into the kitchen proper, his back to Geralt.

“Jaskier, that isn’t what this is. It’s just to keep Ciri. I’m not trying to--”

“I know, Geralt. I fucking know, okay? And it’s very admirable and any other time I’d be swept right off my feet that you’d be willing to do anything for Ciri. But not when it means stomping all over me. I know Ciri always comes first, I agree, but can’t I at least be second?” His back was still turned to Geralt, but now Geralt could see his hands reach out to grasp the edge of the counter, holding Jaskier up. Geralt could see the muscles pressing taut against Jaskier’s skin.

Geralt stood, walking over to Jaskier slowly, as if he was a deer, easily spooked. Geralt reached out and touched Jaskier’s shoulder, and Jaskier yanked himself away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to hurt you.” Jaskier huffed out a humorless laugh. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You and Ciri are my family. I didn’t want to make you feel otherwise, but I know this proposal isn’t exactly... encouraging affection.”

“You can say that again,” Jaskier replied.

When Geralt touched him again, though, Jaskier didn’t tug away. Geralt took Jaskier’s hand again, turning Jaskier until Jaskier faced him, teary eyes and all. Jaskier’s back pressed against the counter and Geralt stepped into his space, taking Jaskier’s face in his hands.

“I’ll admit I wasn’t ready to propose, not actually. I don’t want this to be our story or for a hasty, courthouse, wedding of convenience to be how I tell the world I love you.” He took a deep breath, watching Jaskier’s face. Though his mouth was still a thin line and his hands remained tight on the counter, he was at least listening to Geralt. “When I propose to you, for real, it will have nothing to do with Yennefer, and will be solely about you. When we get married, we’ll have a ceremony, however you want it to look, and I will kiss you until you’re embarrassed of me. All I’m asking of you now is to help me keep our baby. Marry me on paper, that’s all. Please, Jaskier.”

Jaskier sniffed and rolled his eyes. “Your actual proposal better be so fucking romantic. And it is officially yours. There is absolutely zero chance of me proposing to you, now. You need to figure out how to make it a story worth telling to make up for this bullshit.”

Geralt nodded. He swiped his thumb out to wipe away a tear.

“And you are so in the doghouse. For a while, Geralt Rivia. This was a colossally bad false-start, and I demand to be woo’d and courted for my forgiveness.”

“Of course.”

Jaskier pursed his lips and tried to blink away his tears. “And marriage is something you want eventually, for real, not just to give us some legitimacy? Because I didn’t think you even wanted to get married at all. Being yours without a certificate didn’t bother me. But doing it that way when you don’t even want to do it that way, ever, that would just kill me, Geralt. I’ll do anything to keep Ciri but don’t--please don’t--I can’t if doing this will ruin everything.”

Geralt shook his head. “It won’t. We were going to get married one day, no matter what. The right way. I’m settling for doing it the wrong way so that I can keep you both forever.”

“Will things change?”

“Absolutely nothing. I’ll love you just the same before and after. It’s about legality only. Otherwise, I’m very happy with us.”

Jaskier took a deep breath and nodded. His arms finally snaked their way around Geralt’s waist and Geralt took that as permission to kiss Jaskier. It was soft, chaste, just a testing of the water. Jaskier looked wrecked when Geralt pulled away, though. He wouldn’t press it further.

“Okay. Let’s keep our baby,” Jaskier whispered.

send me a geraskier prompt mashup?

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yumichanhamano · 3 years

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Gift fic for Nike

Hello @maskedremnant ! I am your gifter for @mdzsgiftexchange :) Apologies for the delay! Had some issues on my end and I’m not very active on tumblr anymore.

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“Lan Zhan!” The man let out a sigh as he finished his sentence he was typing when the couch dipped under Wei Ying’s weight. There was a pleasant warmth pressed against his side as Wei Ying looked at his screen. “Oops, am I bothering you? You’re usually in your room if you’re doing your work.”

Lan Zhan was used to working in a quiet environment. He used to stay in his room most often, leaving only to use other facilities in the apartment. However, since meeting Wei Ying, many things in his life has started to change. He spent more time outside of his room after dinner. He used to only go outside if necessary or for exercise reasons, but now he frequented restaurants and cafés with Wei Ying.

He still stayed inside of his room, his place of solace, when he needed to focus.

However, there was still time before the deadline for the report so Lan Zhan indulged in spending more time with Wei Ying instead. Compared to working on his report, he preferred to watch Wei Ying pace around the living room instead.

He found that his roommate often mumbling to himself when he’s inspired or deep in thought. Just a second ago, Wei Ying was trying to find a source of inspiration for his art projects before he sat down beside Lan Zhan.

“No,” Lan Zhan said. Wei Ying smiled and Lan Zhan resisted the urge to smile back.

“Sooooooooo,” Wei Ying started in the way that he had a request but he’s unsure of how to ask, “we’ve been roommates for a while…”

Lan Zhan lamented that with all the time they spent together, they were still nothing more than roommates. He nodded in response.

“Well, you also know how I love to post pictures of myself and send them to my friends.” Lan Zhan too has been subjected to Wei Ying’s surprise selfies but he doesn’t tell Wei Ying that he had been saving them in a private folder on his laptop. “What I’m trying to say is that one of my friends saw you in the background and I was joking that we were dating. Now they’re convinced that I found a boyfriend, didn’t tell them, and I either get the choice of them marching into our apartment or we meet up with them.”

Lan Zhan blinked at Wei Ying, closed his laptop and placed it on the coffee table before something happened to it.

His heart was racing at the mere thought of dating Wei Ying.

The most logical thing to say was “tell them the truth”, but Lan Zhan can’t bring himself to say it when he had a chance to have what he always wanted. Even if it was not real.

“When do they want to meet?” he said instead, choosing indulge in his desires. If this was the closest, he’ll get to getting what he wants, he will take the chance. Wei Ying, completely unaware of Lan Zhan’s inner struggles, hugged him and called him the best. If Wei Ying knew the truth, Lan Zhan wasn’t sure that he would say that anymore.

On the day they were going to meet with Wei Ying’s friends, Lan Zhan made sure to dress up nicely. He wanted to leave a good impression them, even if their relationship wasn’t real yet. Lan Zhan will simply have to work harder to make it a reality. It felt like a dream far away, but he can only hope.

Wei Ying, as always, was whining that Lan Zhan always looked effortlessly good. What he didn’t know is that Lan Zhan always put effort into his appearance for Wei Ying. He was not a slob, but he dressed cleanly normally. But since Wei Ying complimented his outfit choice once, Lan Zhan wanted to continue to impress Wei Ying. It was natural to want to impress your crush.

Wei Ying had his hands stuffed in his pockets as they walked towards the restaurant they were meeting up in. But once the sign was visible, Wei Ying suddenly clung to Lan Zhan’s arm without any warnings and Lan Zhan felt like his heart was going to stop.

“Is this okay?” Wei Ying asked with a nervous smile.

‘More than okay,’ was Lan Zhan’s first thought that he had to bat away. Lan Zhan hated Wei Ying’s zero regard for personal space at first. It was a point of contention when Wei Ying first moved in. Eventually, Lan Zhan grew from being tolerant to not minding the small touches between them.

It was not the first time Wei Ying attached himself to Lan Zhan, but it was the first time they done such a thing in a public space. However, in this moment, they were a couple and this was normal for couples.

“Mm.” Lan Zhan was too caught up in his own racing thoughts that he didn’t notice the way Wei Ying snuggled closer with the permission or the small content smile.

They walked into the restaurant together, Wei Ying comfortably leaning on Lan Wangji’s side as they gave the name of reservation to the waitress. Lan Zhan noticed the way Wei Ying started loosening and tightening his hold on Lan Zhan’s sleeve. It was cute to see him nervous, but Lan Zhan was no better.

There was little comfort he could provide so Lan Zhan patted Wei Ying’s hands with his free one. Wei Ying looked at him in surprise before smiling fondly.

Lan Zhan wanted to tell him not to worry when he heard someone shouting Wei Ying’s name.

The moment was broken and Wei Ying turned to the source of the sound. He waved at his friends with one hand while pulling Lan Zhan with him with the other hand.

There were five people at the table, all watching them as they approached, and Lan Zhan unfortunately recognized one of them.

“Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang smiled slyly. Lan Zhan had a poor feeling that their lie was seen through already. Their older brothers were close friends and talked often, so Nie Huaisang had to know about Lan Zhan’s roommate. The only key thing is that he didn’t know if Nie Huaisang knew that Wei Ying was the roommate. Oddly enough, he didn’t recall Wei Ying mentioning Nie Huaisang in any conversations before either. “I never knew you two were dating.”

Wei Ying stiffened at his side and forced himself to relax as he smiled at Nie Huaisang, “Lan Zhan never mentioned about you either.”

“Our brothers are friends. We’re not that close actually. Enough of that for now, come,” Nie Huaisang said as he waved his hand, “Why are you two still standing there? Sit, sit.”

“So, this is the rumoured boyfriend,” Wen Qing said as she watched Lan Zhan like a hawk. “I was imagining someone… not him.”

“What do you mean? Lan Zhan is great,” Wei Ying pouted.

“I meant that he’s too good for you.”

“Hey!”

“It’s great to finally meet you,” Jiang Yanli said, as one of the nicer people in the group and broke up Wen Qing and Wei Ying before the argument escalated. “I hope you don’t mind us being a little nosy about you. I’ve never seen him so secretive and evasive about something before.”

Lan Zhan simply nodded in acknowledgement and kept that information in the back of his mind to ask Wei Ying later.

In the meantime, Wei Ying was already chattering away with his friends to bring the attention away from Lan Zhan, which he was grateful for. Lan Zhan could see why Wei Ying was such good friends with all of them. While each of them had differing personality types, they melded well overall as a group.

When the food arrived, the group kept chatting, which Lan Zhan can see why his previous attempts to keep Wei Ying from talking while eating failed.

Wei Ying was still an active participant in the ongoing conversation, but he talked less than he did before the food arrived. Although Lan Zhan was not largely successful in getting him to completely stop talking during meals, Wei Ying does keep the chatter to a minimum when they ate together.

Things went well until Wei Ying had to use the washroom.

Before he stepped away, he gave Lan Zhan a small peck on the cheek and a wide smile before running off. Lan Zhan felt like he was floating before he realized that everyone had put down their utensils and was staring at him again. Lan Zhan followed suit and placed down his utensils and suddenly got the feeling that he was in some kind of job interview.

“I’ll cut to the chase,” Jiang Cheng said, “Hurt him and I’ll break your legs.”

“What he meant to say is that we all care a lot about Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang added. There was a calculating glint in his eyes that Lan Zhan did not like. “He is a very dear friend to all of us here. We would hate to see him sad.”

“As do I,” Lan Zhan said. He didn’t expect to be given the shovel talk, but it was nice to know that Wei Ying’s friends cared so much about him.

“Good, we’re on the same page then,” Wen Qing said, “but if you do find yourself in a situation where you hurt him, you better start running and pray that we never find you.”

Jiang Yanli and Wen Ning were the only two that kept quiet, but their calm smiles were threatening in itself.

“Sorry, I’m back!” Wei Ying announced a moment later as he skipped back to the table. “What did I miss?”

“Not much!” Wen Ning piped up and pulled Wei Ying into a conversation about sports. It was fascinating how fast the conversation turned back to lighter topics like they hadn’t collectively threatened murder if he broke Wei Ying’s heart. But they had nothing to worry about since he wouldn’t let that happen. If it did, Lan Zhan could not live with himself.

“Lan Zhan, are you okay?” Wei Ying asked once they arrived back at the apartment. Nie Huaisang, Wen Ning, and Wen Qing ended up taking the same bus as them and then walked down a similar route for most of the journey home. Luckily, they all lived in different complexes so they eventually parted ways.

“Yes,” Lan Zhan said. He couldn’t tell Wei Ying he thinking about all the different ways he wanted to ask if they could start dating for real, or simply confess his feelings and wait for the other to reject him.

“I hope they weren’t too much. We’ve been told that we’re a noisy bunch,” Wei Ying said, his gaze glued to the floor as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “Is it- Would it be rude if I asked for us to continue pretending for, I don’t know, the next few months? I’ll just tell them that we tried the dating thing but didn’t work out so we’re just roommates. Or should I move out? That would make more sense, right? I can always find–”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan called out, stopping the other’s anxious rambles. He too felt like his nerves were all bundled up and ready to explode into thoughtless rambles, but Lan Zhan couldn’t bare the idea of Wei Ying he completely disappeared from his life.

“Yes?” Wei Ying squeaked and looked up. Lan Zhan’s heart squeezed at the sight of his watery eyes. There were a number of things that Lan Zhan wanted to do, but he settled with enveloping Wei Ying into a hug. “L-lan Zhan?”

Lan Zhan never initiated any kind of contact between them. He was never a big fan of physical contact, but it was always Wei Ying that reached out first. Lan Zhan didn’t mind it as much when it was Wei Ying for one reason and one reason only.

“Don’t leave.”

“Huh? I- Oh,” Wei Ying said and Lan Zhan hugged him tighter. “I won’t, I won’t! You’re such a good roommate! The best even! Where else will I find someone as amazing as you and is willing to put up with me?”

Lan Zhan huffed in amusement, “Then stay forever.”

“F-Forever?” Wei Ying asked as he tried to wiggle out of Lan Zhan’s hold. It was futile and he gave up after the second try. “W-What about when you get a girlfriend? I might be shameless but I can’t third wheel forever! She might not even like me!”

“I will not get a girlfriend then,” Lan Zhan stated as if it was the logical conclusion to the dilemma.

“I- What no! That’s not what I meant!” Wei Ying struggled again but gave up just as fast. “Lan Zhan, I like you but I don’t want to get in the way.”

“Wei Ying is never in the way.”

Wei Ying stilled in his arms. “Hey Lan Zhan… Do you like being with me too?”

“Yes.”

“Really? But I’m so clingy. And I’m always bothering you and annoying you.”

“Not annoying.”

Wei Ying laughed and snuggled further into the hug. “Even when I ask you for dumb favours?”

“Not dumb.”

“So… you don’t mind if we keep fake dating?”

Lan Zhan tensed at the question. He wanted it to be real, but–

“Why lie?”

“What do you mean…?”

“You could tell them that I am your roommate,” Lan Zhan said as he held Wei Ying in his arms, unwilling to let go. He wanted to ask this at first, when Wei Ying first proposed the whole fake dating thing. But he was being selfish when he was given an opportunity to be someone important to Wei Ying, even if it was not real.

“I could have,” Wei Ying agreed.

“Then why?”

“Don’t hate me,” Wei Ying mumbled against his shoulder. Lan Zhan thought it was a silly thought. There was nothing Wei Ying could do to make him hate him, ever.

“Mm.”

“I got a little lonely. Some of them have started dating and I’m still single. And I didn’t want to date just anyone! When they asked, I thought they would take it like a joke like other things I said. I never dated before, much less was interested in anyone so I thought they would know I was joking. But before I could tell them the truth, they got worked up over it and started asking about you. And… maybe… maybe I wanted it to be real so I’m lying to myself too.”

Lan Zhan’s mind went blank as he replied, “It can be real if Wei Ying wants.”

His mind is still repeating the last part of what Wei Ying said, trying to process the words and convince himself that he heard correctly, that Wei Ying wanted to be with him too.

This time, Wei Ying pulled away successful, but Lan Zhan’s hands rested at his waist. He stared into Lan Zhan’s eyes, looking for any hint that it was a joke, a prank, or anything to insist that he simply misheard. But all he saw was a hint of a soft smile that melted Wei Ying’s heart.

“Really?” Wei Ying asked. Lan Zhan nodded. “I… I really want to kiss you.”

Lan Zhan simply leaned down and they shared their first kiss. It was nothing mind blowing or fireworks going off like how media liked it play it off. It was a little clumsy but it was also their first kiss and Lan Zhan would never trade it away for anything.

“So, we’re dating dating now? Not pretend anymore?” Wei Ying asked when they broke apart.

Lan Zhan huffed fondly and Wei Ying pouted.

“What is that supposed to mean? That was my first kiss! I was saving that for someone special. Don’t laugh.”

“I am honoured to be Wei Ying’s first,” Lan Zhan said and smiled as Wei Ying’s face turned red.

“Don’t– don’t say it like that! Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying complained when Lan Zhan couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m supposed to be the shameless one! Why are you like this? Oh no, I’ve corrupted you. Lan Zhan, we just started dating and you’re already like this. How will I survive?”

“I will help,” Lan Zhan said seriously.

“Oh Lan Zhan, you’re the one bad for my heart with your smile so cute,” Wei Ying said dramatically. “I was already in peril just living in the space with you. Now I am subjected to a whole new side of Lan Zhan. Woe is me, death is coming soon.”

“I will protect Wei Ying.”

“How…?” Wei Ying asked dubiously.

“True love’s kiss.”

“Lan Zhan!”

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs #wangxian #yumih's writing

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lumiereandcogsworth · 3 years

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8,9, 10, 11, 12, 16, 17 , 18, 25, 30, 34, 35, 37, 48

good golly, thanks broski!!! i’m gonna do an under the cut thing cuz you know how much i talk and i don’t want to burden anyone in their feeds

8. oldest wip: heck if i know! but here’s what i did. i scrolled to the very bottom of my docs, at least to the point where fics started cropping up, and then scrolled back up until i found the first thing that hadn’t been posted already. and i found! my oldest wip! magic! it’s a CUTE idea involving my beloveds in the ballroom but apparently i haven’t touched it in over a year (last modified 8/16/20) which is a tragedy. here’s an excerpt for your troubles:

(gosh it’s so cute after this but i’m not just gonna post the entire thing. anyway)

9. current wip: heck if i know!! i’ve got a lot of pots that i’ve left to simmer in my kitchen, lady! truly i have many different scenes and moments in time. BUT! the last thing that i was like Oh? Hello? about was this lil fic involving adam and belle on their honeymoon in paris (well it starts in paris, you know they be going all over the dang place.) it’s so lovely and i feel like it’s relatively done but i’m letting it simmer particularly cuz sometimes if i let something sit long enough i’ll discover where it’s actually supposed to end.

10. do you set yourself deadlines? look at my disaster of a wips kitchen and ask me again if i set deadlines

11. books and/or authors who influence you the most? well of course fredrik backman influences me! we don’t write the same genre or style though, but he really inspires me to write about what makes me happy. all his works are just purely about love and friendship and family and trust and loyalty and what happens when those things are put to the test. and he writes about this stuff cuz it’s what he knows and what makes him most happy. and i love it so much. when i look at all that he’s done and written, it makes me feel like i can handle writing my own book, even multiple books. i know a lot of authors do this, of course, but his works just mean so much to me and i feel so inspired by him. i want my books to be about all those things too (though with an added hint of royal drama, perhaps), and… i don’t know. i’m getting myself all choked up! i’m simply inspired.

12. describe your perfect writing space. i’ve been writing stuff on my phone a lot lately. i really only write on my laptop when i’m working on a bigger work. though, i think even that juliette’s birthday fic was mostly written on my phone :/ so i guess perfect writing space is a comfy seat on the couch (or in bed) with No Noise (besides white noise) and either lamp or natural lighting!

16. how many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with your project? i think i read through and edit my works like 2-3 times before posting, maybe 3-4 if it’s a little bigger. and if it’s Real Big then i’ll have grace take a gander at it. it’s important to have a Local English Major on stand by in times of trouble.

17. what writing habits or rituals do you have? oop! answered already! darn i thought there was no overlap. so close.

18. if you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be and what would you write about? well it’s not like @ilikebigassbuttsandicannotlie and i have an entire universe that we’ve built over the last year or anything. that would be crazy, ha ha. also i’d definitely do another fic/art collab with @drawnby27emilys - the first one was a grand success! ah, my two emilys! have you two met? i’m introducing you here now since you’re both tagged.

25. favorite part of writing? when you’ve just gone completely tunnel vision with it. nothing in the world exists except the one you’re creating before you. you look up and somehow you’ve written 2,000 words and you’re not even convinced that you blinked once the whole time.

30. favorite idea you haven’t started on yet? my book lol. and that’s not entirely true, i’ve written plenty about those kiddos. but nothing strictly book yet, ya know? just a lot of world and character building. which is still important!!! i try to remind myself!!! but i really would like to start the actual thing. i thought i did once but i don’t know where that scene was going. i’ll probably only end up using part of it, if anything.

34. what was the hardest scene you ever had to write? AH. strike two, i answer this one as well.

35. what scene/story are you least looking forward to writing? theres a scene in my book that i know is gonna take all i have to get it right. also a fic idea that i just cannot bring myself to properly get on paper cuz it frustrates me.

37. first sentence on your current wip: well i’ll pull from that “current wip” from the beginning of this monstrous post:

“He watched her, his Belle.”

(of course)

48. what’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written? i’m like you, jess. i think i sprinkle a bit of myself into everything, when it applies. besides some traits (adam’s night owl-ness, belle’s humming and singing to herself all day long, etc.) i think i’m more in my work in the way of what it’s about. all that domestic fluff and such. even if i don’t live domestically with anyone or have a husband or children yet, it’s all very much me. the kind of sweet, gentle love that i hope to express to those around me, and that i hope to have for myself one day :”)

#gosh what a BEAST of a post #but thank you very much i had a great time!!!!#leighswhannell #answered

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alwaysmychoices · 3 years

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Your turn for fic writers asks! 4-9, 13 and 40 :) <3

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I always have With and Without in my brain, tbh. Right now, I’m working on the chapter where they take Louise to rehab & then another chapter where Charlie keeps pushing herself to overcome her fear of going back to Edenbrook.

I also have a few other ideas - like a one shot that @stateofgracious gave me the idea for where Ethan gets jealous when Charlie goes to a conference with another doctor. I’m interested in doing a series about a HC I did where Ethan and MC hooked up before working together. Recently, I mentioned my very first Open Heart fic idea, which was Ethan gaining custody of Dolores’s son and MC helping him. Talking about it brought all those ideas back. Those are the main ones, but I honestly don’t know when or if I’ll ever write them.

5. Share one of your strengths.

I think I can connect to the character’s emotions and convey them pretty well. Also, I do so much angst that I hope it’s a strength!

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

I do not know when to shut up. I have a very hard time cutting anything, so sometimes, it’s just way too long and takes too much time to get to the point. I also don’t describe locations or anything like that, so I don’t give that immersive experience that can be nice for a reader.

And writing fluff is hard. Without some kind of conflict to drive the story, I don’t know what to write. Even when I do write it, I never think that my fluff work is my best work either.

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

So, my laptop’s background is actually a quote from “Making Amends.” It’s “gone were the days of flirting with the divine,” which I am really obsessed with. I just like how it expresses hubris and this feeling of falling from grace.

But my favorite is probably from “After Hours”

“In that moment, he knew he was going to kiss Charlie Greene, and it was the best thought he’d had in a very long time.

When he closed the small distance between them, Charlie’s only thought was ‘Finally’ before everything else was lost to the fireworks that flashed before her eyes.

There was a profound, blissful moment of clarity where Charlie suddenly understood that this had been inevitable. This kiss – as surprising as it felt – had been coming on from the moment she picked him over David. It had been written in stone the second she made the decision to stay with him, and their bumbling attempts at friendship had been merely a stepping stone.”

Firstly, it was a huge moment in the series, so I adore it in that sense. But I also love how it captures their entire relationship building up to that point, putting things into perspective going forward. The entire time, they’re thinking that this is the wrong thing to do, but in this passage, it’s framed as a destined act where there is no blame to be had. I’m a big fan of how words fit together as well, and “bumbling attempts at friendship” gets me.

I have a few others, but I’m bad at remembering them. I keep a giant word doc of WAW (it’s up to 300+ pages now, oops), so I’ll probably start bolding my favorite passages.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. This is from “Crying in the Rain”:

“You terrify me,” Charlie blurted out, and Ethan took a startled step back.

...

“When I actually almost lost you, I was so devastated that I wasn’t afraid anymore,” Charlie confessed, “I understand if you changed your mind,” she added with a crack in her voice because, really, she didn’t understand.

How could someone be this close to greatness and change their mind?

“I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry. And if I ruined everything, I’m so sorry, Ethan,” Charlie had to look up to blink back the tears, but they slipped down her cheek anyway. She laughed softly, wiping them away as Ethan stared at her, “But please don’t change your mind. Because my answer is yes.”

...

Ethan kissed the top of her head, squeezing her tighter as he whispered, “My Charlie.”

“I’m afraid, too,” Ethan admitted, scared to lessen his grip in case she might somehow disappear.

“That’s okay,” Charlie whispered.

I love this for so many reasons. Their shared vulnerability is so raw and uncomfortable for both characters, and the fact they’re willing to show it to have the other person is incredible. Also, the idea that they can do this and still be afraid is really important to me. It wouldn’t have been authentic to the characters if they weren’t scared, and I was proud of the way it was expressed and not neglected for the Rom-Com moment. I love the balance of Rom-Com drama and emotional authenticity. I just love it so much.

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Emotionally, “Is This Goodbye?” broke me. To capture it well, I felt like I had to put myself in that emotional space, and it was hard. I was crying, and at one point, I decided that I just had to write it instead of dragging it out. I think I was up until 4 in the morning writing it. I usually edit right away, but I gave myself a long time so I could have a break to recover, lol. I’ve written a lot of angst (for example, look at my Royal Romance fics), but that experience was more intense than what I’ve done before. I think I asked a lot more of myself, but I’m happy with how it turned out.

Writing-wise, I had a hard time with “Goodbye” because it was the last chapter of A Weekend with Dr. Ramsey, and I was balancing a lot of competing elements. I wanted it to be a final ending, but I wanted to leave room for my next series. I wanted it to be painful but not to painful, etc.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Write what you want to read, keep practicing, and even if you hate your work right now, don’t delete it.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

And here’s the big one. I had a hard time picking a fic for an alternative ending, so I got inspired to do “What if my AU series never happened?” or an AU to my AU, if you will. AND IT GOT KINDA DARK.

Here’s my alternative to “With and Without” and “A Weekend with Dr. Ramsey,” starting with “Drunk Texts.”

I ended up making it a post on its own because it became so long...

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taeguboi · 4 years

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BTS HC - Lockdown

In which each BTS member lives with y/n

I’m hoping these imagines might lighten the mood for anyone who might be feeling a bit lonely right now.

Please see the end of post first if you need some context or wish to see the notes

Has good balance of me time and us time

steps back when you both need space

sitting in the back yard on some chair reading a book

taking in the sun

The restrictions don’t hinder him from making sure you both get plenty of sun and fresh air

it isn’t much but in week 1, he gave the back yard a little tidy up

turned it into a place to chill out

so there aren’t any flower planted or decor

but it makes all the difference

there’s chairs, a table and a parasol

to you, this is perfect

Spot of tea under cooler weather

or orange juice under the sun

Board games at the table in the back yard

you tried cards once out there but even just the slightest breeze...

“Goddammit!!!”

The card games are for when it rains

or for when neither of you quite feel like going out today

He swears you’re cheating at UNO

you swear he’s just really bad at it

turns out he keeps saving those wild 4 draw cards too long

which you gather over his last 3 rage quits

because he just slings the cards, revealing them to you

“You play it too safe” you tell him

so he plays it a bit less safe

“Yes! Finally I won!”

“OH! Look at that!” you smile

he smiles back because of how proud you...

“...it’s sunny again!”

‘Goddammit y/n...’

Shopping trips together

not so helpful when the rules get stricter

“One adult at a time please...”

oh dear

who goes in?

so you go in

“Crap! Namjoon has the shopping list!”

this period of time really shows how you complete each other

pretty much every day you each think

“what would I do without him/her?”

Random talks

he tells you about this one book he read

and now you want to read it

so you do

and you can’t take your eyes off it

you find a new love for reading

so sometimes when you both need me time

you remain in the same room, just reading a book each

Every day you feel enlightened

almost sad at the thought of going back to normal life

because you won’t have as much time for yourself

Jin

Everyone is suddenly having the time to cook from scratch

imagine Jin’s frustration since he did this all along

so when certain things he usually gets aren’t in stock

“Oh for crying out loud!”

you sometimes have to calm him down when shopping

and since only 1 adult in at a time it’s like a really awkward phone call

you’re just stood outside alone like

“For Christ’s sake Jin! Calm down!”

but he makes every meal taste great anyway

“Sorry it doesn’t have the usual...”

“Jin, please!” you reply

because it’s still really yummy because

“you’re still the best cook in the world, okay?”

“Okay fine...” he sighs “Thank you”

can I just add here food is the only time you both get hysterical at each other

He still low key hoard particular ingredients when he FINALLY can get them

and you have to explain how irrational he’s being

“We don’t need SIX tubes of tomato puree!”

“Jin... How are we going to use up all THIS fruit and veg before it goes off?”

But he’s not selfish, no

if he’s in a shop and sees someone elderly, he helps them out

“Would you like me to reach that for you?”

“Do you need any toilet paper? There’s 2 packs left - here”

“Here’s my number; let me know if you need me to run any errands for you”

ahh you’re lucky to be living with such a gentleman

Daily walks in the park to feed the ducks

“This is the best kind of exercise” he tells you “...relaxed and where you can connect with nature”

some of the ducks at the beginning of the lockdown are a bit nutty

Jin may or may not be low key scared of that one goose

“I swear it’s giving me the evils”

it may or may not have chased him the second day in

“Wahhhhhh!!!”

*Jin running away in the distance*

You cooked for him that evening

“Honey, I don’t know how to put this...”

“Aw sweetie it’s okay about what happened in the park; I mean you were the one holding the bread and...”

“oh no no” he replies. “this meal is awful”

r00d

but it’s okay

you knew the minute you offered to make dinner it wasn’t going to turn out well

so you both agree the kitchen will be his space to work his magic in during lockdown

and he somehow gets better than he already is at cooking

just woowwww

foodgasm

but neither of you get podgy

Lazy exercises together

chair exercises watching the tv

small periods of jogging in the woods

“oh wow, what’s that?”

you come across some random squirrel

and all of a sudden trips to the park for that daily walk

it turns into a nature watch

bird watching

luckily he forgets about the angry goose

Sometimes talking about what you miss

and then promising to do all of those things when everything is back to normal

so many plans

and it helps you both stay optimistic

because you just created a bunch of stuff to look forward to

Suga

Late night movie marathons

and accidentally getting into a routine of late mornings late nights

Cooking together

because neither of you want to do it

but someone has to

can’t live on instant food for all this time

Night time walks

less people, less danger

please don’t yell at me if we’re not supposed to do this in real life I haven’t actually been out that late during lockdown hahaha

it’s only around a few blocks

but deep talks, you know

There may not be much room in the back garden

but you have a ball and a hoop

basketball together

he teaches you to shoot better

“yes! I did it!”

*he hugs you from behind*

sorry that was gay

He’s actually quite chill about the whole lockdown situation

almost like he forgets the circumstances sometimes

“I think I might nip down to _____’s house today...”

“Uh, Yoongi, remember?”

“Oh yeah”

Detective series marathons too

the two of you trying to figure out whodunnit

sometimes even low key bets or light arguments if you disagree

a mildly sore loser when you’re correct

smug af when he is correct

Evenings lounging in the back yard with the drink of your choice

some quiet music on

random hypothetical conversations and questions about life

“what if...”

“what happened to...”

“don’t you think that cloud looks like a goldfish?”

Board games that keep the brain stimulated

why is he so good at scrabble

you can’t recall a game you’ve won

but no monopoly

not after the last time

“I want a divorce!”

“We’re not married”

“Yet”

tbf you might as well be an old married couple

because there’s those films you just watch over and over

close to unlocking the power of mind reading

“want a cup of tea?”

“omg I was about to ask that”

Some days you get on each other’s nerves a little though

so you each occupy yourselves with little chores

and even though you weren’t in the mood to do anything together

you’ve just made the house look great in a day as a team

and you’ve got everything you need just in time for dinner

“I’m proud of us”

“I’m proud of us too”

J-Hope

Picnics in the back garden

much better than one in the park though

there’s no packing involved

there’s cushions

sometimes low key fine dining

your favourite is the one evening picnic the other day

you had been shopping alone for the essentials

and he wanted to surprise you

he had set up a makeshift table out of a few old crates

did the cooking

the pasta dish was lovely

there was even dessert

okay the dessert was M&S

fairy lights

seriously you swear you weren’t out for that long how did he manage all of this so fast?

wine

staring at the stars

and there were blankets too

dozing off until early hours of the morning

finally coming indoors at like 2am

sleeping in til noon oops haha

then binge watching some random show together

and now it’s your new favourite

For some reason you have a big stock of popcorn

watching any old crap on the TV as an excuse to eat it

like there’s 3 films on this afternoon that sound shite

but you’re going to watch them all anyway

and the third one is actually really good

more popcorn more films

“we should probably go out at some point...”

whoops it’s been like 4 days now

and now it’s raining damn

fuck it, you go out anyway

dancing in the rain in an empty park

followed by shivering on the walk home

he gets in the shower first

but then runs a lovely hot bath for you

candles, bubble bath, the works

just so you can have some relaxing time to yourself

so thoughtful

lockdown doesn’t mean needing to compromise on showing you love each other

Jimin

You’re not quite sure how you got pulled into this

but Jimin decided to make use of his YouTube following

Virtual dance classes

and fun little exercise sessions for all the family

He does the dance classes solo

but he loves to flaunt you to the world even in lockdown

“Today joining me for this session... my lovely significant other, y/n!”

at first you felt uncertain and a little conscious

but thanks to Jimin your confidence grew

He helps you stay positive during a tough time

and you even feel like your self improvement has been going amazingly well

he even inspires you to make your own channel

to show the world what you love; [insert hobby/interest here]

people love the both of you

they go to Jimin’s channel to keep fit and happy

and your channel just fills them with joy

But not everything revolves around the virtual world

Care packages for all of your friends

food and other essentials get mailed to the ones that lost their jobs

and for the ones still working, a bundle of stuff for their mental well being

and a little drawing with rainbow colours in each

and a positive message

Woolly jumpers, cushions and hot chocolate

sweater paws

Sometimes in the evening you doze off

like you fall asleep just as you are

and you wake up to the smell of food and a blanket over you

Sometimes you miss your friends

and Jimin hates to see you down

so he organises a big surprise

his hands over your eyes as he walks you into the living room

“surprise!” you hear over the laptop

and then Jimin hands you some gifts

he asked them all a few days ago to send you something meaningful

and your heart just melts

and you may or may not cry a little in front of your friends on the video call

you just have to do something in return so

You make the living room all nice whilst he’s making a video in the garden

wow you’re actually quite proud

the lighting is just right

the improv decor is actually somewhat aesthetic

“Honey, why’s it so dull in here..... Woah, what’s this?”

“Dinner’s ready” you smile

and you have a gift for him too

you can’t wipe the smile off his face when he sees it

a scrapbook of memories between you and him

which you look through after eating

“We’re going to make more memories like this once this blows over”

Lots of online socialising

Calls with his friends

which you always end up being a part of in the background with your commentaries

Cute online double dates with Jimin and/or your best friend

Will try everything and anything to kill the boredom

“look what I found in the bargain bin at the supermarket!”

“Tae, I’m not really sure I’m in the mood to take up crocheting...”

but actually it turns out to be more fun that you thought

he has his little ways of making everything fun

one day you guys just find some random paints in a cupboard

and WOW

he’s so good at it

such beautiful landscapes

Makes sure that you both maintain some sort of routine

“best make sure we have an early night lovely”

“why? it’s not like there’s much to do tomorrow”

but no matter how sceptical you may be at times

he’s determined to be your sunshine

he helps you stay sane

makes everything sound productive

“because tomorrow we are going to make a playlist for when we walk, feed the ducks, go shopping, learn how to make a new dish...”

makes you a cup of tea just because

or breakfast in bed

the perfect companion

caring about even the people he can’t physically be with

“we haven’t heard from _____ in a while; we should drop a phone call or something”

but it isn’t just a phone call

it’s also a letter in the mail a few days later

plus a painting for the close friends

Dressing up really formal for a home date

3 course meal, courtesy of the microwave

then a slow dance in the living room

always the romantic

“tonight was amazing... will I see you again?”

“you are terrible Tae, you really are!”

such a joker

he keeps you smiling through it all

Jungkook

Tries to get you to go on daily jogs with him

“Can’t I just walk?”

“Come on, y/n; get those endorphins running through you!”

you try like once

*wheezing*

nope

Nintendo switch

Not that I have one welp

I can just imagine it okay

Lots of active games

thrashes you at Wii Sports Tennis

but you whoop his ass at Bowling

he does most of the shopping

so that he can go for a jog first

and also so he’s not out too often in any one day, two birds one stone and all that

Doesn’t quite always get the shopping list right….

“Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“I wrote 1-2 bananas… You’ve brought back 12”

blames your handwriting

Small bits of banter like this keep you both sane

and he eats all those bananas in like 2 days

“What? There was no cereal in the shop”

someone teach this boy to cook please

*brings back like a crate load of instant noodles*

at least it means you’ve come up with something to pass the time

teaching Jungkook some basic meals

maybe beginning with breakfast first thing in the morning wasn’t the best idea

“Jungkook! I said keep an eye on it!”

“I did”

and he literally just watched the bacon burn instead of regularly flipping it over

bless

Singing to you whilst snuggling on the couch

bliss

meme-y dances before bed time

like you’ll be sat in bed maybe watching tv / reading

and something moves in the corner of your eye

oh my word Jungkook

*insert all the meme-y dances you have even seen him do*

the biggest dork

can’t stop laughing at his own silliness afterwards

jumps into the bed and puts his head on your shoulder

falls asleep like this quite fast

well you aren’t surprised since he’s always so energetic

Small campfires in the back garden

the best marshmallows you’ve ever had

and it’s so much fun

campfire stories

usually people have a guitar around the fire

not Jungkook though, no

*serenades you with a ukulele purposely singing out of tune*

has you in stitches

people in the neighbouring houses hear the laughter and some think it’s insensitive to be laughing so much

but seriously, if you can’t laugh, what can you do?

So I thought I’d make a post around the strange times many of us are living in. Whilst I get that some readers may not be in a situation like mine (UK) so a quick bit of context for you even though I made the location / country ambiguous in my writing. The circumstances explained in the imagines though are of course based on my experiences in England.

Right now, we are limited in what we do; only essential shops are open, (supermarkets, pharmacies, etc,) the country is being advised to go out as little as possible, (only for food shopping, medical reasons and exercise,) social gatherings aren’t allowed, our death rate has been increasing due to the virus (even our prime minister has it,) and our NHS is overwhelmed - currently more than 10,000 being treated as I’m listening to the news and writing this note.

I hope everyone is staying safe and doing the right thing by staying indoors and maintaining social distancing.

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So I wrote this for my lovely, super chaotic twin @allegra-writes birthday and she wanted me to share it with you guys! So it is a personal fic for her and about her. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as she has! And feel free to go show her same birthday love!!💖💖

Sitting at a table, ankles locked, staring at her laptop screen.

Taking a sip of her tea, the long haired brunette shook her hair from in front of her face. After giving it much thought she begins to type out the next paragraph, fingers furiously hitting the keys to capture the words running through her mind before they get lost.

She stops, fingers hesitantly going to touch the next set of keys when a plate is placed beside her laptop. She glances at the plate, confused. “Excuse me? I didn’t order this.” She said to the barista that placed it by her. “I know, some lad ordered it for you.” they answered before going back to work.

“Well okay then..” the girl mumbles to herself looking back at the plate.

It’s a chocolate croissant.

She shifts the plate a bit and sees a napkin with something written on it. Raising an eyebrow, she fully lifts up the plate and slides the napkin from underneath.

“Hi, I know this is either really cheesy or creepy but I just wanted to say you’re absolutely one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen. I was having a pretty rough day and seeing you smile at your laptop was enough to make it brighter so thank you.- SA”

Glancing around the small shop she goes too twice a week to get some writing done. She looks for any hint as to who sent the note, not noticing the gray capped figure slipping out the door.

This went on for a few weeks. Everyday around 2:30, a chocolate croissant would be brought to the brown eyed girls table, along with a little napkin note signed ‘-SA’. It’s safe to assume it’s a secret admirer.

Usually she might’ve been a bit creeped out. But maybe it’s the atmosphere of the place that puts her at ease, or maybe the fact that the only place she ever receives these notes is here and none at her job or house, knowing that she’s not being followed.

Glancing at the time she sees that it’s 2:25 and gets up to go use the bathroom or that’s the plan. She noticed the barista who usually brings her the croissant isn’t in today, and with any luck the guy will do it himself.

She watches from her spot that leads to the corners of the bathrooms.

“Can I have a chocolate croissant please? And is Jules in today?”

Hearing a British accent ask the question . Trying to catch a glance of the register. She catches a glimpse of a white cap with dirty blonde hair underneath.

Jules was the name of the barista who always delivered, this might be him.

Watching as he grabs a napkin and a pen from his pocket, she feels her heart rate pick up as she is finally about to find out who this mystery guy was.

She quickly sneaks up behind him as he places the things on her table, the same spot it’s always placed.

“You know it’s disrespectful to buy a girl sweets and still not know her name this much.” She calls out to him, noticing how his shoulders tenses.

He’s tall, not super tall but still has a bit of height on her. He slowly starts to turn, a sheepish smile and his face knowing he got caught.

Brown eyes meant icy blue ones. It takes everything in her not to gasp at the sight of the boy. ‘Holy crap he’s gorgeous!’ she screams in her mind.

Intense blue eyes, sharp jaw, dirty blonde hair. Blue jeans, white shirt. Holy crap this dude just walked out of a magazine.

He shyly looks down, a smile coming across your lips. “Well I did ask you for a day on the napkin today but,” he takes off his cap to run his fingers through his hair.

“Oh..oops. Well now you can ask me in person. But I will need a name first.” She said, smiling back at him, feeling heat rushing to her cheeks while his was doing the same.

“Harrison.” He says, putting out a hand.

“Allegra.”

Tags:: @underoosjae @sovereignparker @allegra-writes @andromedaaaaaaaaa @spider-parker04 @lost-space-ranger @hey-its-grey @gwenvrse @marvel4geeks @spidey-boy-89 @peterismymans @parkerpeter24 @marvelousmrstark @spideygirl2003 @starlight-starks @localpeter

#happy birthday #happy birthday allegra #chaos twins #i love allicat #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield

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