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ikissjude · 4 years ago

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let’s not fall in love | nmr

genre angst, fluff at the beginning. warnings cursing. word count 1.3k

the time on the clock read 6:57, just three more minutes until you were free to go. after school study sessions weren’t your favorite thing in the world, all you wanted to do was escape to the dance studio across town, your current place of work.

looking out the window of school building, you watch as the sky mixed bright pink, purple, and orange hues together. sunsets were always beautiful in your town. oh how you would miss them.

finally, the time came for you to leave. packing your things as quickly as you could, you made your way to the bus station, finding the closest window seat when the bus arrived.

something about this particular bus ride caused you to reminisce: the day you first went to the studio, you found a new place you knew you’d love forever. and, with that studio came the best person you’ve ever met.

“five, six, seven, eight!”

watching from the reception desk, your eyes closely followed the figure of the small boy in the studio window. his moves were graceful, yet powerful, and he moved his body in a way that would hypnotise any person.

the routine ends and the boy collapses to the floor, giggling. you smiled to yourself as you thought about how cute he was. even after doing such a powerful dance, there was something charming about him that caught your eye.

you noticed the boy and mrs. nishimura, the owner (and also your teacher), who he was dancing with, leaving the studio and quickly fixed yourself up.

“oi, y/n, don’t work yourself to the bone!” joked the instructor, the studio was fairly empty that morning. you chuckled at her joke and looked to see the boy, although towering over her, hiding behind her. he was a bit shy, you could tell, his cheeks tinted slightly pink.

“oh, this is my son, riki! i forgot you guys haven’t met yet,” she pulled him from behind her. “riki, this is y/n, they’ve been working here for a couple months. you might see each other more often.”

you smiled and waved at riki, him returning the favor. watching the ordeal, mrs. nishimura laughed. “i’ve never seen you two so shy before!” she teased.

“ah, sensei!” you covered your face in embarrassment.

that first moment you met riki, everything finally made sense to you. thinking of these memories tugged at your hearstrings, knowing now that things might not go the way you wanted them to.

when the two of you finally warmed up to each other, you were inseperable. you spent most of your time dancing together, whenever you weren’t busy at the reception desk. the other rare times you two would hang out at a cafe and eat desserts. spending so much time with riki made it easy to fall for him.

it didn’t help sensing that riki had to be equally smitten with you. you still remember the first time he had gotten more touchy with you, walking to your bus stop with your hands linked together. after dropping you off he quickly kissed your cheek and ran off before you could react. you didn’t complain once when he kept doing it.

it was fun to be with him and to dance with him, so how the hell were you going to tell him that you’re leaving? how was he going to react knowing you two may never see each other again?

your bus came to a stop and you quickly bolted towards the studio, eager to get to your happy place one final time.

the bells to the door chimed as you walked right in, dropping your things behind the desk and making your way to an open studio. you had about an hour and a half to kill before the next class started.

as expected, you found riki sitting at the mirrors, waiting for you with his headphones on. he looked so adorable, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“riki,” you called out to him. he took his headphones off and made his way over to you, however his expression was unreadable. he looked as though he had been crying, his cheeks and eyes a bit puffy and red.

“hey, what’s wrong?” you asked worriedly. saying nothing, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, and pulled you out of the studio. you couldn’t tell what was running through his mind at all.

you figured he would bring you to your secret spot behind the big sakura tree, a place both you and riki spent most of your time together in. he didn’t face you once you got there, your heart beating out of your chest waiting for some sort of acknowledgment.

“i’m leaving japan..”

his statement caused your breath to hitch. “riki, what are you talking about?” he finally turns around and faces you, eyes filled with tears. “the audition, i got in. i’m leaving japan.” you couldn’t understand why this was such sad news for him, you encouraged him to audition for a company and he got in! so what was so sad about it?

“that’s great news, riki! why are you upset about it?” you cupped his cheeks to get him to look at you, thumbs wiping the falling tears. however, he shook your hands off and turned back around, unable to face you. “see, i was debating on not telling you until i left, like you were going to do.”

your heart sunk at this. “how did you know…”

he chuckled bitterly, “my mom. she told me you were leaving in two days, for some fancy dance school in paris.” your throat tightened as you felt tears welling, unable to explain yourself.

“listen, riki, i was planning on telling you, i swear! i just didn’t know how.” you tried to explain.

“that doesn’t even matter anymore, y/n. the problem here is everyone else knew except me! i was going to be the last to know and it was when you were leaving.”

you didn’t know what to say. he had a point. even thinking of telling riki you may never see him again broke you, but you should’ve told him sooner. every moment spent with him since you’ve gotten the news has only been savored by you. it crushed you realizing riki never felt those moments with you.

“i’m sorry.” you apologized, not having anything else to say. he sighed and turned back around to face you. “do i not mean anything to you, y/n?” his cheeks were flushed red. “no! you know that’s not it…” you attempt to reassure him, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. “riki, you have to understand that i didn’t know what to do!”

“then explain to me how telling me the day you left would be any better!” he shouted. you sighed, hating how right he was. “i was stuck…” you started. “it broke me knowing i was leaving someone i loved way too much behind, i just couldn’t bring myself to tell you.” you didn’t even notice you basically confirmed your feelings for the boy standing in front of you.

however, riki’s breath hitched, not expecting you to say such a big thing. you loved him. you actually did love him, like he loved you. “you love me..” he whispered, tears beginning to well in his eyes again. in this moment, riki knew things have already ended for you two. and sadly, you felt it too.

“you know i don’t want to lose you, me being in paris doesn’t have to stop us.” you tried to sway him, coming closer to cup his cheeks again, but he wouldn’t look at you. “y/n,” he swatted your hands away. “i think we already know this won’t work. we may never see each other again.”

“riki, please…” you could feel the boy slipping from your hands, your chest tightening as he began to walk away. with his back turned you couldn’t help but to break, the boy you love no longer with you. he turned around one final time before walking away for good, tears streaming down his face.

“y/n, let’s not fall in love.”

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jabbagabba · 4 years ago

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La La Land

Read Prologue, One

Warning ⚠️

Triggering subjects: disassociation, manipulation, mind control, gaslighting (READ AT OWN RISK)

Wandavision: Spoilers (up to episode 7, just to be safe) cheesy sitcom talk, the fifties, the ‘dinner table’ scene, The nickname ‘kiddo’

Oh, Kiddo

“Uh oh.” You didn’t need to check the recipe book to know that cookies weren’t suppose to make smoke invade the inside of the oven.

“Still better then the last batch.” Wanda said, a small cough falling from her mouth as you tipped the burnt treats into a small bin under the counter.

The sight of the now empty tray made you sigh sadly, the burnt pieces of dough was going to take decades to scrub off!

“I’m sorry about the tray.” You let it drop into the sink. “I promise, as soon as mom comes back, I’ll get you a new one.”

Wanda scoffed playfully, a point of her finger making the tray levitate in front of her. “Don’t be silly, kiddo!” You watched in awe as it turned back to its shiny silver. “I have an amazing cleaner.” You both giggle.

“Well I should at least do the dishes myself.” The sight of Wanda trying to argue made you hold your hand up in silent protest “No, no. You aren’t the only one who has hands.”

“You wash, I dry?” The perfect compromise.

The kitchen fell into peaceful silence except for the bubbly soap that filled the sink. It was the perfect start of a new day (maybe not for the oven) and you couldn’t help smile at the warmth that swelled through you.

“Busy hands make the heart grow fonder” Your mother’s words echoed inside of you as you finished the final dish.

The thought didn’t stay for long before the sound of a plate breaking made you jump, turning quickly as it hit the floor.

“My wife and her flying sources.” Vision quipped as the last of the shattered plate fell off his shoulder, dressed in a respectable suit and dress shoes.

“My husband and his indestructible head.” Wanda replied with a teasing smile. The perfect couple was a sight to behold as you grabbed the glass from the air above her and placed it back in the cuboard.

“Aren’t we a fine pair?” Vision gave his a wife a small kiss on the head and turned to you with a small smile. “Good morning, Kiddo.” You greeted him, drying your hands on the skirt of your dress. “I’m starting to think you came with the house.” Wanda chuckled.

“Mom will be back soon, I promise, the house will be teenage free before you know it.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” He lets the newspaper in his hand slide across the countertop. “I’m only teasing.”

“What do you say to silver dollar pancakes, crispy hash browns, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and black coffee?” Wanda’s words made your mouth water, it felt as though you hadn’t eaten in days and a full breakfast was just what you needed.

“I say. ‘Oh, I don’t eat food.’” He smiled.

“Well, that explains the empty refrigerator.” Her words confused you. There wasn’t even the carton of milk you were sure was there earl-

“Wanda?” Vision’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, she simply hummed in question.

“Is there something special about today?”

“Well, I know the apron is a bit much, dear, but I am doing my best to blend in.” You watch as she crosses the kitchen.

“No, no, there on the calander. Someone’s drawn a little heart right above today’s date.” He lets his chin rest on her head while you move closer to see. Sure enough, there it was.

“Oh, yes.” Wanda said with tense shoulders. “The heart.” She looked over at you for some guidance, the confused look she saw didn’t help calm her nerves. “Well, don’t tell me you have forgotten, Vis.” She turned in his arms with a look of accusation and hands laid on her hips.

“Forgotten?” He scoffed. “Oh, Wanda, I’m incapable of forgetfulness. I remember everything. That’s not an exaggeration. In fact, I’m incapable of exaggeration.”

“Well, then tell me what’s so important about today’s date.”

You had to stifle a laugh when you looked at him; mouth blown out like a fish and eyes wide, a stern look from Wanda made you cover it with a cough.

“What was the question again?” Vision turned quickly. “Oh, well. Perhaps, you’ve forgotten yourself.”

“Me? Heavens, no. I’ve been so looking forward to it.” You let Vision pass you, choosing to keep to yourself and take a sit at the table.

“As have I.” He said proudly with arms folded. “Today we are celebrating...”

Why were you so hungry?

“You bet we are...”

Why were you always, so hungry?

“It’s the first time we....have ever celebrated this occasion before.”

“It’s a.... special day!”

Something doesn’t feel right

“Perhaps an evening... of great significance...”

Can you feel her clawing?

“Kiddo?” Her voice makes you jump in your seat, letting out a small hiss from hitting your knee underneath the table. “You alright?”

“I...” Silly you, always dozing off. “I’m just peachy keen, Wanda!” A series of knocks on the door makes her pause and you’re quick to stand. “I’ll get it!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that...” She trailed behind you, a polite smile on her face as you open the door.

You barley grab the large plant that’s shoved in your face, the woman breezing past you with her hand out.

“Hello. dear, I’m Agnes. Your neighbour to the right.” Wanda lets out a awkward laugh but takes her hand anyway. “My right, not yours.” She’s loud and very, very talkative. “Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block. My mother in-law was in town, so I wasn’t.”

You pull the plant away from you with a huff. Wanda gives you an apologetic look, grabbing it from your hands, both of you watching as Agnes makes her way through.

“So, what’s your name? Where are you from, and most importantly, how’s your bridge game, hon?”

Very talkative indeed.

Wanda laughs as she crosses the room -leaving you to close the door - and sent Agnes a friendly smile.

“I’m Wanda.” She gestures to you over the woman’s shoulder. “And we call her ‘Kiddo’.”

“Easier that way.” You add as you smooth out your skirt once more, choosing to sit on the edge of the couch. Agnes turns to you with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear!” You wave her off with another friendly smile. “Wanda, Kiddo, lovely names for two lovely ladies.” You all share a small giggle.

“Golly.” Agnes’ eyes scan the room. “You settled in fast! Did you use a moving company?”

“I sure did.” You wanted nothing but to rip off that stupidly large bow off that equally obnoxious plant, but you didn’t want to be rude. “Those boxes don’t move themselves.” Agnes chuckled and you were itching to move it from the table Wanda placed it on.

“So what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house? With a daughter no less.” You and Wanda were quick to explain.

“I’m not her daughter.” You move back as her dress skirt fills your vision, looking over at Wanda. “Just visiting.”

“I’m married.” She added with a gleeful shine in her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t see a ring.”

“Well, I assure you I’m married.” She covers her hand with the other. “To a man. A human one and tall.”

Agnes was a very suffocating presence; her dress bold and checker patterned, your polka dots looked rather bland compared to it and when she took a seat next to you - practically in your lap at one point of readjusting - you had never felt so small.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll be home later tonight for a special occasion. Just the two of us.”

“Oh, is it someone’s birthday?”

“Not a birthday.”

“Well today isn’t a holiday, is it?”

Were there any holidays in March? You - like most days - were left completely blank.

“No, it’s not a holiday...” Wanda’s hands fidget, you couldn’t help but join, opting to pick at a thread on your sleeve.

Today was.... hmm, what was today? You tried to remember if Vision or Wanda spoke of anything special, but nothing really stood out from the crowd.

“An anniversary then?”

“Ye... yes!” The relief on her face was almost comical. “Yes! It’s our anniversary!” Agnes couldn’t hide her excitement, grabbing your hand mid pull of the thread and held another one for Wanda to take.

“Oh, how marvellous.” She turned forward, putting both of your hands in her lap as Wanda joined on the couch. “How many years?”

“Well, it feels like we’ve always been together.”

“Lucky gal.” Agnes shook your hand with a smile. “Isn’t it just, having such a wonderful influence like that?” Wanda blushed. “The only way Ralph would remember our anniversary is if there was a beer named ‘June 2nd’. “ At least she was entertaining, right? “So, what do you have planned?”

“How do you mean?”

“For your special night. A young thing like you doesn’t have to do much, but it’s still nice to set the scene.” You and Wanda shared a glance as Agnes turned once more. “Say, I was just reading a crackerjack magazine article -“ She gave you both a playful slap on the thigh as she stood. “- called ‘How To Treat Your Husband To Keep Your Husband,’ and let me tell you, what Ralph could really use is, ‘How To Goose Your Wife So You Don’t Lose Your Wife’.”

Maybe you were just a bad judge of character or you were simply just insecure, but Agnes, to her credit, had quickly found a way to pull on your hearstrings in a perfect way.

Or maybe she was just very funny.

“Hang on. I’ll go grab it and we can start planning.” She turned to you before leaving and pointed a perfectly manicured finger. “Now, I hope you don’t have plans, Kiddo! Suducing a man is a lesson no school could teach you, Though a pretty gal like you shouldn’t need a whole lot.” She laughed and you couldn’t help but feel the warm rush to your cheeks at the compliment. “Oh, this is gonna be a gas!”

With a final giggle and smile, Agnes was gone. You moved closer to Wanda as she let out a happy sigh.

“Before she comes back,” She turns to you fully. “- can I throw that horrid plant out?”

———

“-and you don’t have a song? Nothing special you played at your weddding?” Agnes asked, the magazine sitting on her lap.

“No, nothing special.” That seemed to be the go to answer for Wanda; no song, no inside joke and not even a favourite date. Maybe that was the new era of marriage?

“I’ll just loan you some records then.” Agnes said before pointing to the notepad in your hand. “Mark that off the list, Kiddo.” You nodded and did just that. “What are we up to?”

“We’ve got wardrobe, music and...” God, you had horrible handwriting. “Oh, decor!” Agnes let out a happy hum and looked back at the article.

“Hmm... oh, what about seduction techniques?”

“Oh, I have those.” The loud chuckle made Wanda frown, suddenly unsure.

Agnes was really good at that.

“Of course, you do.”

“Just out of curiosity, what does it say?” You both leaned in, the chair you were sitting on unfortunately made it impossible to see over her shoulder.

“That you should stumble when you walk into a room so he can catch you. It’s romantic.”

“Any other tricks?”

“You could point out that the death rate of single men is twice that of married men.” She suggested with a smirk.

“Now, that’s romantic.” The shared laughter is quick to die down when the phone rings. “Oh.” Agnes hands you a glass of apple cider, a small enough glass to blur the moral line of underage drinking, and raised hers with a grin.

“Drink up, dear.”

“Vision residents.” Wanda said politely over the phone, the voice of her husband making her grin. “Vision, sweetheart.” You had to stop yourself from grimacing at the bitterness of the drink, not a hint of apple was in it. Alcohol was truely disgusting.

“Don’t worry, dear. I have everything under control.” She turned towards you both with a knowing smile, debating whether or not to wrap the cord around her fingers like the giddy school girl she felt like.

Agnes took another sip and clicked her tongue. “Oh! I knew you looked familiar.” She said, adverting you attention. “You’re Lori’s girl, aren’t you?” You couldn’t explain why your stomach dropped. “Lovely woman, real smart cookie. Didn’t she want to be an actress or a.... hmm, oh....um -“

“A journalist.” The bitterness of the cider in that moment seemed like heaven, and you downed the rest in one go. Agnes giggled and nodded.

“That’s right, a journalist, very modern.” The conversation died after that, instead filled with tonight’s plan for Wanda. But even when you laughed and giggled along, deciding which record of Agnes’ to put on, that pit of dread remained.

You just wanted to know why.

———

So maybe baking wasn’t your strong suit, or even a decent hobby, but you did know how to set a mood. The candlight that filled the living room and the smell of vanilla (Agnes had enough of it to make you dizzy) was just the right amount of sweetness and romance.

“All done!” You call with a proud smile on your face. You turned as Wanda peaked her head out from the kitchen door.

“Aw, Kiddo, what would I do without you?” She had her hair curled to perfection, and makeup that made her look like a porcelain doll. She was the perfect wife and you had to admit, Agnes was right about you taking notes. “Are you sure you’ll get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You grab your coat from the dining chair and give her a final smile. “Have fun.” She disappears back in the kitchen and you try to hide the knowing smirk on your face as you hear the front door. “I know, I know, I’ll be gone in two min-“

“You never told me you had kids.” A male voice, one you had never heard before, interrupted you. Your coat buttons were long forgotten as the couple strolled in; Vision looking just as horrified and confused as you.

“I... uh.”

“I didn’t know you were joining us for dinner, Kiddo.” Vision said with a nervous laugh. “Mr. Hart, this is my...”

“Cousin. Just flew in.” You can’t stop your hands from fidgeting as Vision nods.

“Yes! Yes, my cousin, Kiddo.”

“You’re name is ‘Kiddo’?” Mr. Hart is hostile, and his wife has to slap his shoulder when he glares at you.

“Oh stop it, it’s a lovely name.” She steps from behind her husband and lets out a small gasp. “Oh, how every atmospheric.” You forced a polite smile, blowing out one of the candles when she turns.

“What’s going on here, Vision? You blow a fuse?”

“Why don’t you take a seat...” You are quick to grab onto Vision’s hand and pull towards you with a smile. “And we’ll go and fetch the lady of the house.” Vision almost trips on the way to the kitchen behind you, you were a lot stronger then you looked.

“What’s going on?” This was not at all what you thought was going to happen. Maybe you had too much cider? “Where is she?” Vision didn’t wait for you to answer, already out of the kitchen before you could even think of a answer. “Wanda!” She was only there a moment ago.

“Vision.” Her smile fades to horror and she’s quick to move her hands away from Mr. Hart. “Oh! Oh!” She looks back and fourth from Vision and the Harts. When she caught glimpse of you, she nearly fainted, covering her chest as her cheeks bloomed a bright red.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Well, what is... yeah, what is the meaning of...” His stammering wasn’t helping, at all, to calm anyone’s confusion. “Oh, the meaning of it! You want to know the meaning of it.... and the meaning of it is that this is the traditional Sokovian greeting of hospitality.” Wanda nodded, quickly making her way over as Vision covered her eyes. “Guess who?”

“Is that my host behind me?” She faked a laugh and you chose to find interest in your shoes.

“It certainly is.”

“Lovely to make you acquaintance.”

“Yes!” You wished the floor would suck you down to a hole in the ground, the awkwardness almost suffocating. “See, I forgot to tell you my wife is from Europe.” You look up with a grin as Vision put a hand on your shoulder. “And... so is my cousin.”

“Oh, how exotic!” Mrs. Hart said with a grin of her own, how on earth did they buy that?

“We don’t break bread with Bolsheviks.” Her husband grumbled.

“Oh, hush, Arthur!” She slapped his chest playfully with a chuckle. “Have you no culture at all ? And that dress!”

“Yes! It’s... “ Vision can’t help but take a double take at his wife’s appearance. “It’s so... Sokovian, Is what it is! Yes!”

“Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” Wanda was light and fast on her feet, making sure to pull the fabric from a lamp before going to the kitchen.

“Oh, Yes!” Vision gestures to the candles and follows his wife.

You turn to the couple, with the brightest smile you can muster.

“Please.” You say with arms wide. “Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable.” The minute they reach the couch and sit, you get to work on the candles. You only get five done before Vision barrels through the door.

“Can you help Wanda? She’s just... “ Mrs. Hart glances over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “- finishing dinner.”

You are quick to excuse yourself.

———

“Oh, where is she?” Wanda tightens her apron for the third time, eyes glued to the door. She had changed from the silk, now wearing a modest evening dress.

“Oh, thank heavens!” Agnes had barley even walked past the window and Wanda, wasting no time, opened the back door wide. “Oh, Agnes! You’re a life-saver.”

“What kind of housewife would I be if I didn’t have a gourmet meal for five just lying about the place?” Both you and Wanda grab for the various tins and trays, trying to save the poor woman’s arms. “Not that Ralph ever wants to eat anything but baked beans which explains a lot about his personal hygiene, mind you.”

“I can take that.” You weren’t expecting her to drop the large pot so carelessly, not being able to catch it in time as it hit your foot with loud bang on the floor. “Ow.”

“Oh, my!” Agnes dropped to her knees, wiping off your shoe and picking up the pot and lid. “Butter fingers.” You chuckle and wave it off.

“It’s okay.” She gives you a bright smile and placing everything properly on the bench.

“- sure she’s absolutely fine in there!” The sound of Vision’s voice booms through the kitchen, a warning that made you both flustered.

“Oh, thank you, Agnes. I think we’ve got it covered from here.” Wanda said, placing her hands on the woman’s back and pushing gently.

“Are you sure dear?” Agnes asked, getting a small “mhmm” back from her. “Many hands make light work. And many mouths make good gossip.”

“You’re so naughty.” Wanda scolds playfully, you were kept busy with unpacking several vegetables from her wicker basket.

“Oh, shall I pre-heat the oven then, dear?” The witch was quick to steer her around from it as you moved out of the way.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Oh, alright then. Well I know you’re in a pinch so this menu can be done in a snap.” Agnes made sure to snap her fingers, always one for the theatrics. “Lobster Thermidor with mini-minced turnovers to start.” She moved back towards the counter, Wanda letting out a breath as she followed. “Chicken à la king with twice-cooked new potatos for your second course.” She gave you a pat as she passed you. “And steak Diane and mint jellies for your main.”

Wanda had to move back as Agnes turned once more, finger inches from her face. “Do you set you own jellies, dear?” You both nod. “Good girls.” Wanda grabs her waist again and pushed but as she inches from the outside, she calls out to you. “Recipe cards are on the counter.”

Wanda closes the door, hands up as you read one of the cards.

“So, I guess we should start with-“

“No time, Kiddo.” With a flick of her wrist; every cuboard opened and you had to duck your head down to advoid getting hit with a frying pan. “Sorry.”

The kitchen quickly was in complete chaos; the smell of various veggies and seasonings overwhelmed your senses, and while you tried desperately to grab a wooden spoon from the air to stir, the kitchen bar devider opened.

Yeah, take out the papers and the trash, or you won’t get no spending cash

You and Wanda both watched in a mix of confusion and fear, apparently Vision could sing. You reached up on your toes once more and pulled the spoon down with a satisfied grin.

If You don’t scrub the kitchen floor, you ain’t gonna rock and roll no more

Oh, right. Mrs. Hart was inches away from a stressed out witch and her teenage sidekick surrounding by levitating kitchen supplies.

Time to close the shutters.

Yakety yak! Don’t talk back

You closed them with a sharp slam.

———

The past ten minutes had to be on the list of “worst moments ever” of your life, the world felt a little too off center and you had to remind yourself that breathing wasn’t just a personal choice. Wanda wasn’t doing too great either; the chicken went from borderline ash to newly laid eggs, it was starting to feel a little too warm in here. If you weren’t panicking so much, you might have remembered that the large coat you wore that had wool lining was easily removable.

“How’s the potatos, Kiddo?” Wanda turned to you with a frown at your apparence; you were covered in flour and unmoving from the corner, bowl in hand and eyes shinny.

“Am I moving?” You ask.

“No.” She gently grabs the bowl from your hands, grimacing at the mush inside and pulling you to the table. “Why don’t you have a seat? Hmm, take a few deep breaths and just re- oh no!” It was too late to save the cream from spilling on the floor.

Wanda almost wanted to join you at the table.

“Oh, what was I supposed to do next? What was the main course again?” She let the cards float around her, hands quickly turning them.”it was... steak.” Wrong card. “No. Steak...steak Diane!”

“Yes?!” You manage to look over at the closed blinds, Vision’s voice following again soon after. “I’m just coming... Fred.”

Wanda - after taking her own advice - had finally managed to put the kitchen back in order, all pots and pans back perfectly in their cupboards. You were finally calming down, able take a minute to process as she floated the lobster to the pot of boiling water.

But both of you felt the familiar panic burn through your veins when someone came rushing in from the living room, Wanda letting out a startled gasp and throwing the meat out the window. It was only after the window slammed shut that you realised it was just Vision.

“How can I be of assistance?” He asked with huff. Funny, you wouldn’t think a robot would need to take a breather.

“Well, the chicken is no longer a chicken and the lobsters just flew the coop so the steak is the last man standing.” Wanda replied, grabbing the recipe card from the counter. “It says here I can cut down the prep time with a meat tenderizer.”

“Excellent plan. Where’s the tenderizer?”

“I’m looking at him.” He gingerly took the mallet with a small “ah” and was forced to look up when the divider opened once more.

“Hoo-hoo in there!” Mrs. Hart’s head popped in and Wanda was quick to move, almost ruining the poor woman’s curls when she closed it.

“Hoo-hoo back to you!” She pulls at the strings of her apron with a sigh. “Finish the meat, find the lobsters.” She turned to you. “Lose the coat, Kiddo.” Her apron is pulled from her hips and Vision barley catches it. “We’ll be right back.”

You stand, pulling off the emerald green coat. One look at your dress and Wanda lets out a gasp.

“Can’t go out like that.” She grabbed the coat from you and folded it on your chair, the dress was covered and she had hoped that the coat would have been an effective shield.

“I can go home and change.” You say with a wipe of your cheek. Wanda stops you from moving.

“No, allow me.” She clicks her fingers and - with a dramatic puff of smoke - your old dress is replaced with a beautiful turquoise one, white lining on the collar and floral skirt to match. It was gorgeous. “Perfection. Now, lets go.”

You give a quick “sorry” at the door, startling Mrs. Hart as you trail behind your frazzled friend.

“I hope you’re hungry.” She said with a smile.

“Starved, is more like it.” Mr. Hart replied as he pushed off the couch, a frown permanently placed on his face.

“My head is starting to feel woozy.” A low growl from your stomach seemed to agree with Mrs. Hart, luckily a loud bang from the kitchen covered the sound.

“Were either of you aware that married men are killing single men at an alarming rate?” Wanda’s hands never stopped moving, and the nervous chuckle only made Mr. Hart more frustrated.

“What are you going on about?” Another loud bang made you all jump and you had to stop yourself from cursing. “And what’s going on in there?” You luckily didn’t have to stop him from moving as Wanda fell ontop of him, his hands catching her by the arms.

The room seemed to spin, things were moving so quickly you could barley keep up. Wanda was still in the man’s arms when a loud knocking filled the room, you were sure you were going to faint.

“Who could that be?” Wanda practically ran to the door, happy for the distraction and Vision was quick on her heels. Mrs. Hart pulled at your sleeve, a kind smile on her face.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“I... uh,” The words got lost in your mouth. Could everyone just calm down for a second? The slam of the door forced you both out of the small moment.

“Who was that?” Her husband asked.

“A salesman”

“Telegram!” Vision felt the glare of Mr. Hart. “A man selling telegrams.”

“Wouldn’t you know it.” Wanda added, hands behind her back. “Good news is more expensive.” You couldn’t hear what Vision said after that, but by the way his wife frowned and pulled her apron off him, it must’ve been yet another problem. She glided past you, the sight of a pineapple behind her back didn’t answer any questions, but you let her go on her way regardless.

“Well.” Vision said, hands on his hips proudly. “I think tonight’s going swimmingly. Anyone for Parcheesi?”

“My head is spinning.” Mrs. Hart replied, feet dragging her to the couch.

“Oh, Mrs. Hart -“ You grabbed her arm, gently helping her down as Vision fanned her face.

“Did you hear that? My wife’s head is spinning. Generally speaking, I don’t like her head to do that.” You could feel the annoyance radiating off him. “You know, I’m beginning to think you’re not management material, Vision.”

“Sir, if you could just wait a few -“ The glare he gave almost made your knees buckle, looking at Vision for help as he continued.

“You know, I had high hopes for you. But from what I’ve seen here tonight, you can barley keep it together. I mean, look around.” He gestured around him with his hands. “There’s all the chaos going on in your household. Now, when are we gonna eat?”

“Dinner is served.”

Oh, thank God.

The table behind you was set to perfection; each plate the perfect distance apart, and each with a set of cutlery and wine glass. You’re stomach was growling and you were quick to move to your seat - the only glass filled with some kind of juice - and gave Wanda a grateful smile.

“Breakfast for dinner? How very-“

“European.” Mrs. Hart interrupted, eyes glued to the table.

“Ohh! Let’s have a toast!” Vision moves to his end of the table, the Harts following as you raise your glass. “To my lovely and talented wife.”

“To our esteemed guests.” Wanda adds with a smile. You all clink your glasses with a small “cheers” and take a sip of the juice. It was sugary sweet, but did nothing to fill your belly. “Well, please eat before it gets cold.”

You don’t have to be told twice; sitting besides Mrs. Hart - who Vision was quick to offer a chair to like a gentleman - and letting your napkin rest on your thighs.

“So,” She said as everyone settled properly in their seats. “Where did you two move from?” She grabbed her napkin. “What brought you here?” You cut a small piece of the sausage and raised it to your mouth. “How long have you been married? And why don’t you have children yet?” Wanda let out a small laugh, so many questions!

“I think what my wife means to say is that we moved from...” You took another bite, warmth filling your body, and it took everything in to not gulp down the whole plate.

“Yes, we moved from...” Wanda’s face was a exact mirror of her husband’s, both struggling with empty memory.

“And we were married...”

You couldn’t stop eating, fork always full of egg and toast, the conversation becoming background noise.

“Yes, yes, we were married in...”

“Well? Moved from where ? Married when?” Mr. Hart’s voice snapped you back, another bite and you swallowed it down with a gulp of juice, eyes now between each end of the table.

“Now, patience, Arthur. They’re setting up their story. Let them tell it.” His wife waved him off with a smile and bite of food. Wanda stumbled once more, her fumbling only causing the tension to rise.

“Yes, what exactly is your story?”

“Oh, just leave the poor kids alone.” You took another sip, gagging as you felt something on your tongue.

“No, really, I mean,” It was slimy and thin, and as you pulled it out with your fingers, confusion filled you at the sight of a brown leaf. “I think it’s a perfectly simple question. Honestly.” It dropped to your plate and you picked up the almost empty glass, the bottom was a dark orange, and the hundreds of little pieces floating in it made you feel sick. “Why did you come here? Why?”

Something’s Wrong

Mr. Hart slammed his hand down on the table, startling you to the point of completey dropping your glass, juice staining the carpet by your feet. You were left helpless as you stared at the man in front of you.

“Damn it, why? Why did you...” The air from his lungs vanishes, face turning red as he chokes.

“Oh, Arthur, stop it.”

Why won’t you move?

“Stop it.”

This doesn’t make sense

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

Mr. Hart grips the table, letting out another failed attempt of breath before vanishing under it, still chocking.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

This is wrong, all wrong

“Stop it.”

I want to go home

“Vision, help him.”

And just like that, the world makes sense again.

You let out a shaky laugh as Vision helps the man up from the floor. You take one more bite of food as Mr. Hart checks his watch with a sigh.

“Well, would you look at the time?”

“Yes. We’d better be going.” Mrs. Hart replies, standing as you follow suit, making sure to tuck your chair in.

“Well... are you both alright?” Wanda asks, giving you a small smile as they walk to the door.

“We had such a lovely time.” She turns quickly and wraps her hands around Wanda’s eyes. “This guest is leaving your home.” She laughs.

“Yes, thank you for coming.”

You pay them no mind; body moving passed them on autopilot, you didn’t care to hear them say goodbye, didn’t care when Mr. Hart told Vision about a promotion, or when Wanda offered you the guest bedroom since it was just “too late to walk home alone, you didn’t care.

And when you finally slipped into the covers, eyes shutting as sleep took hold of you, you finally felt at peace.

Your mind was yours, and yours alone for the first time that day, and you wanted nothing more then to wake up under the star-lights in your bedroom.

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years ago

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Don’t Need Your Love pt. 3

Hi my loves! I’m having fun writing this story, there’s still alot more coming that’s for sure. Just give me the time😊 i hope you enjoy this next chapter🤍

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PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE || PART FOUR || PART FIVE || PART SIX || PART SEVEN || FINALE

Taking careful steps towards Jaemin’s room, Jeno pushed the slightly opened door to see what was happening inside his best friends room

“Just make it fit!”

“It’s not going to fit, stop making it fit. Jaemiiin” you screeched at the other guy, the two of you didn’t notice Jeno who is now standing by the door watching the two of you with a look of concern written across his face

“Uh guys, everything okay in here?”

Jaemin looked up from where he was sitting on the floor with you sitting on top of a suitcase

“Just packing some stuff to take home, why?” Jaemin said nonchalantly

“Nothing, just checking in on you guys. It sounded like someone was being maimed in here” Jeno answered with an eyesmile then walked away, gently closing the door behind him to let the two of you go back to whatever you were doing

“Why do you need to take home so many things?”

“I don’t want to be bored there plus I need all of these”

“Then atleast take another duffel bag, it’s not going to fit, Na Jaemin” the boy refused to take more than one tiny suitcase not even a duffle bag but the amount of stuff he was bringing was too much

“No it’s too much work to unpack, I don’t want future me to deal with that”

“Then don’t take all of this stuff, you practically packed your whole setup” you gestured to his now empty looking table, the two monitors were still there much to his dismay. You had to convince him he didn’t need to bring it home only to bring it back here

“I did not. I’m going to be home for a couple of weeks so I need my stuff with me”

“Did you even pack a toothbrush?” You deadpanned, already having an idea as to what his answer would be just by the look on his face

“I can just buy one there, we probably have an extra one at home” he mumbled, with a chuckle you reached out to give his nose a pinch

After successful closing his suitcase, you jumped over on his bed feeling a bit tired yourself. It was finally semester break meaning you had three weeks to rest and not worry about any school works

“When are you driving home?” Jaemin asked you from across the room

“Maybe next week. my parents just left for vacation so there’s really no one at home right now”

“Want to come with me?”

You heard his question the first time but decided to ask again, this time sitting up on his bed so you can see him

“What was that?”

“I said want to come with me? Just don’t want you lounging around your dorm alone or go home by yourself” he sounded sincere and concerned about you, tugging at your hearstrings you wanted to say yes on the spot but you stopped yourself

“I don’t want to intrude your time with your family” you answered, playing with the ends of Jaemin’s hoodie you were currently wearing

“You’re not intruding, I’m inviting you” walking over to you, he held your cheeks between his hands making you pout at him

Jaemin swears his heart is about to burst at how adorable you looked right now

“Can we do a rain check on that?” You smiled up at him, how could he say no to when you’re smiling at him like that so instead of giving you an answer he just leaned down to give you a kiss

You pulled him down to you until your back was resting on his bed, he wedge himself between your legs his arms on either side of you supporting him up as to not crush you with his body weight

You hummed along the kiss making Jaemin smile, you break away first to take a look at the boy on top of you

“What are you smiling at?” You asked him “Nothing” he answered then dipped his head back down to kiss you again.

You didn’t ask again after that, too afraid to hear the answer anyways.

Jaemin hoped you asked him again, ready to tell you his answer but you didn’t. You never did. So many times he did the exact same thing, hoping you were going to pick up on it but you never did. You just smile and let it go.

“But you’ll be alone here, don’t you want to get away from campus even for a bit?” Jaemin asked again when the two of you broke apart, this time lying on the space beside you resting his head on his arm and you mirroring his position

“I do but I don’t want to take away your time from you family, you already don’t get to see them enough you see me almost everyday” you told him

“You’re not taking anything away, like I said I’m inviting you. My parents won’t mind”

You already know by now it would be pointless to say no, he probably won’t let it go until you say yes anyways after knowing you’ll be left alone. Jaemin might not say it straight to the point but he cares very much for you.

“Okay, but only for a couple of days. My parents will be back by next week anyways, I can drive home then” he beamed at your answer, the idea of spending time with you outside of campus sounded like paradise to him.

And that’s how you found yourself packing your own suitcase then you were off to meet his family.

The realization that you were about to meet Jaemin’s family only came to you when he shook you awake from your nap with him saying you were five minutes away from his house.

“I think this is a bad idea” you mumbled, more to yourself but he still heard you

“Why?” he chuckled at you, briefly sparing you a glance

“What am I suppose to say when they ask who I am?” you asked back, looking wide eyed at Jaemin

“Say you’re Y/N”

“You’re not helping”

“You’re worrying over nothing, they’re not going to hate you if that’s what you’re thinking” Jaemin assured you, his hand resting on your knee to make you feel somehow relaxed but it didn’t lessen your worries one bit

“Maybe you should drop me off at the next bus stop or something”

“Will you please stop worrying”

“If we switch positions I bet you’ll be saying the same thing, how are you so calm about this?” you asked, when you looked over at him he had this huge smile on his face. His eyes had nothing but adoration in them.

“Do you find my suffering that amusing, Na Jaemin?” you deadpanned

He chuckled at you before leaning over the center console, you leaned away from him until your back was resting on the door. “Whoa there, little lady. I’m not gonna bite” he joked, then unlatched your seatbelt for you

“What if they don’t like me?” you mumbled, a pout forming on your lips. This time instead of poking fun at you, Jaemin reached out to hold both of your hands and held it in his

“They’re not, they’ll love you just as..” Jaemin catch himself midsentence, noticing the panic in your eyes. He choose to ignore it and change what he was about to say in hopes to not freak you out even more

“They won’t, I promise” he smiled at you then kissed both of your hands before letting them go “Plus we’re here so you don’t have a choice. Look my mom’s right there” he said then waved at someone behind you making you look back and shoot his mom an awkward smile and wave

Jaemin got out of the car and jogged to your side, opening the door for you

“Don’t worry too much, okay” he smile then looked back to his mom. Immediately getting engulfed in a hug, “Oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long”

“Mom, I was here last month”

“That was so long ago, did you lose weight? Are you not eating well there?”

“I am, mom. Stop fussing” he chuckled at his mom, giving her another quick hug before turning back to you, his mom also following his line of sight

“Oh you must be Y/N” she smiled at you, before you could process what she said you were pulled in a hug.

Jaemin just smiled at the sight before him, his two favorite girls together. He already knew his mom would love you, you were really worrying over nothing.

“Hi, nice to meet you too Mrs. Na”

“Come in, you two must be tired from the trip. I cooked Jaemin’s favorites dishes, I hope you like those” she said just like a dotting mother would, pulling you towards their home leaving her son on the driveway

You looked back at Jaemin to see him already smiling at you, flashing you two thumbs up before walking to the back of his car to get your stuff

“I should help with the stuff” you said but Jaemin’s mom already pulled you inside the house, “Oh he can do that by himself, love. How about some tea or do you like coffee? I hope you don’t drink the coffee Jaemin likes”

“Tea sounds good, thank you. And no, I don’t really drink that much coffee especially not his” you said, “I tell him too much caffeine isn’t good for him, but I don’t see him everyday” his mom said as she prepares the drink and snacks

“Oh don’t worry, he doesn’t order it that much anymore. Atleast when I’m around” she chuckled at your statement before passing you a mug, saying a quick thank you before taking a sip of the warm tea

“That’s good, thank you for weaning him off that awful concoction” you laughed at what she said, not noticing Jaemin was behind you, “Are you two talking about me?”

“Only the bad stuff” you answered

“What are you talking about? I’m an angel” he said with a sarcastic smile, hearing his mom snicker at her son “Of course you are, why don’t you do your laundry then?”

“I am going to do them, mother”

“Right, because you totally did not take them all the way here so you can sneak it in the next batch of laundry” she said with a pointed look, Jaemin just smiled at his mom before taking a bite of the cookie she prepared along with the tea

“When is grandma coming?” he asked, you already knew he was close to her form the amount of times you’ve heard him talk to her over the phone and the fond stories he told.

“Tomorrow, dinner. Be on your best behavior and keep your room clean”

“It’s always clean”

“Right, well if you two want to rest before dinner go ahead. I’ll call you when I’m done” she said then turned to the fridge, “Do you need some help?” you asked, already standing up from your seat

“No need, dear. You’re our visitor so don’t sweat yourself. Go show Y/N the guestroom so she can rest for a bit, sweetie” she told Jaemin

“Can’t she just stay with me?” that earned him an elbow to the stomach from you, “I raised you to be a gentleman, son” his mom just rolled her eyes at Jaemin before resuming what she was doing

“I am a gentleman, ask Y/N- Okay okay we’re going” he finally stood up when you pinched him on the side discreetly. His mom just watched the two of you with a smile on her face as you exit the kitchen, the quiet playful banter making her chuckle.

The rest of the day went well, you really were worrying over nothing. You met his dad and he was just as lovely as his mom. You can see why Jaemin was as caring as he was, he grew up in a home with nothing but love and care. You didn’t feel like you were intruding just like Jaemin said.

You woke up the next day feeling well rested, it’s the best sleep you’ve had in a while. No alarms, no worrying if you were late for your class. Choosing to lay there for a little bit more. After a while you heard a knock on your door,

“Are you awake?” Jaemin whispered, poking his head through the door

“No”

You didn’t hear an answer instead you hear a low thud from the door then a body laying on top of you

“You’re crushing me, Jaem” you said from under the covers

“What was that, I can’t hear you angel”

“Move” you said, pushing him off you making land on the space beside you. there wasn’t much since it was a single bed so he was leaning closer to you in order to not fall off of the bed

“You’re so mean in the morning” he mumbled, hugging your figure over the sheets “And you’re so needy in the morning but you don’t hear me complain about it” you answered him, poking your head from under the blanket to look at him

“I hear you complain about it all the time”

“No I don’t, I complain when you don’t let me go when I’m late for class”

“Sounds like a you problem, princess” he mumbled, eyes already closed and arms pulling you as close as the sheets would let him

“You’re my problem” you mumbled then nuzzled your face on the crook of his neck

Both of you didn’t say anything for a while, contented with each other’s presence this early in the morning.

“I’m not that hard to solve, you can just ask me if you’re ready to hear the answer” his voice breaking through the silence

You didn’t say anything for a while so Jaemin continued on,

“I’ll pass the ball over to your court, the next move is for you to decide. I’ll be just here to follow whatever you decide to do”

“What if I don’t know what to do?” you mumbled against his skin, “Then don’t think, just do what feels right. Do what makes you happy”

“And if you’re not happy with that?” you asked again, he didn’t answer for a while

You waited

“I’m in too deep with you, angel. Whatever makes you happy, do it. I’ll be happy either way”

“Jaemin” you mumbled his name,

“You don’t need to say anything right now, we can talk about it some other time. Can we just cuddle now?”

“Okay” you say, silently thanking him for not pulling an answer out of you. But then again this is Jaemin, he’ll never make you feel pressured into doing or saying anything you’re not comfortable with. You knew this conversation was over even before it started.

After the cuddle time you finally started with your day, his mom prepared a lovely breakfast for all of you. You can’t help but say you wish you had this everyday making his mom smile at you and put more food on your plate. For lunch, Jaemin decided to show you around town. He showed where he used to go to school with Jeno when they were in elementary, where his favorite cafe was when he was in highschool. Just little bits and pieces of him all around.

“So you’re telling me, you and Jeno have practically known each other since elementary?” you asked while taking a sip if the bubble tea you just ordered, “Yea, we were seatmates too” you smiled at his story, finding the story of those two adorable

“And you two decided to go to the same college too?”

“That was a coincidence, well kind of. I guess. We were joking around about attending the same school but we both qualified so why not”

“Well that’s one way of deciding your academic future”

“I say we’re doing pretty well” you continued on with telling stories about his childhood, finding young Jaemin quite endearing after hearing his stories.

It was almost time for dinner when you got back to his place, you can hear some conversation going on somewhere inside the house.

“Is that you, Jaeminie?” at the sound of that voice calling him out, Jaemin immediately smiled and jogged through the house making his way to the kitchen.

You followed behind him, already having an idea who was calling him

“Grandma! I missed you! You look like you’re aging backwards, tell me your secret” he joked around as he hugs his grandmother

“Oh shush, dear. Don’t flatter me” when the two broke apart from the hug, Jaemin’s grandmother saw you standing behind him

“And who is this lovely girl? you finally have a girlfriend?” she asked Jaemin,

“Don’t scare her away, I like her too much” he told his grandmother, Jaemin always told you this in a joking manner but hearing him tell his family that makes you feel some type of way. Like those butterflies were fluttering away in your stomach type of way.

“Aigoo, You’ll scare her away with that coffee order of yours. Did you know about that, dear?” she turned to ask you, the conversation clearly aimed to tease the guy

“Been trying to tell him it taste like oil fluids or something” you answered, “see, even she agrees. You better change that bad habit before it harms you”

“I already did, she won’t let me have it more than once a week” Jaemin said with a pout, making you smile proudly at his statement. It’s not that you dictate what he can and can’t do, but the excessive amount of caffeine he intakes can’t be good for him so you try your best to wean him off it.

“You two are having too much fun teasing me”

“We’re bonding, aren’t we...” “Park Y/N, Y/N” you answered her

“Me and Y/N are having a great time, why don’t you pick up the cake I ordered. I forgot to tell you” she said as she pushes her grandson out the kitchen

“Wah are you kicking me out of my own house?”

“Yes, now go. We’ll have some girl talk”

“Don’t gossip too much about me” you hear him call out as he made his way out the door

“Why don’t you help me prepare the table, dear?” his grandma asks you, already passing you the utensils

You prepared the table in silence while Jaemin’s grandma prepare the side dishes. You were working quietly then you hear her call your name out,

“Did the two of you meet at university?” she asks you

“Yes, we attended the same class”

“You know, that boy has always been shy. He only really stick to his circle of friends, have you met his bestfriend Jeno? those two have been inseparable since they were kids”

“So I’ve heard, they live in the same house now” the both of you chuckled at that

“Can I ask you a question, dear?”

“Of course” you answered, turning your head to look at the elder one

“How long have you liked my grandson?”

The question took you by surprise but deep inside you already had an answer, she must have noticed your hesitation so she decided to speak again

“You can tell, it can be our little secret”

“We were in class, our professor said we needed to pair up for a project. Suddenly I hear Jaemin saying he wanted to team up with me. I remember his exact words were ‘I want Y/N’. Something I don’t hear at all, especially not in class anyways” you smiled fondly at the memory,

“I’ve always said no to him when he asked me out, but that didn’t stop him from asking again. I just remember thinking it would be interesting to see myself the way he sees me, if I could like myself half the way he does. It’s scary whenever I think about how much I like him, but then I see him and suddenly I’m not so scared anymore” you didn’t notice the way Jaemin’s grandma was smiling at you as you speak, only after you finished talking and looked up to her you noticed the smile on her face making your cheeks blush at the realization that you practically just confessed your feelings for Jaemin to his grandmother

“And let me guess, you haven’t told him?” she asked you, shaking your head as an answer

“Sometimes I think he knows, sometimes we just avoid talking about it altogether making me think maybe he doesn’t feel the same way”

“Believe me, he does. The eyes don’t lie, my dear. The lips can be saying one thing but the eyes bares all the truth”

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spaghettiremix-blog · 6 years ago

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Another Story Duo in Hogwarts

RFA in Hogwarts could be found here

Note: I won't be doing all of Saeran's alter egos but only the egos we see in his route in Another Story so this may or may not containing spoilers! Constant vigilance, everybody!

anyways enjoy reading, my dudes!

—

V / Jihyun Kim

"A Hufflepuff through and through!"

his wand is 10½ inches long, made of willow and has a unicorn's tail hair for it's core

his Patronus is a Borzoi

his favorite and best subject is Herbology and you can't change my mind

he doesn't find any of Hogwarts' subjects too blandish or boring or insanely mentally scarring so he doesn't really have a subject that he dislikes although, the terms with Dolores Umbridge and Gilderoy Lockhart were rather unpleasant memories

his grades aren't as extraordinary like Jaehee's but his never ending politeness makes up for it

he doesn't know how to play Quidditch because he's like, half-blind so he settles for watching the players playing it instead

but he would make a good Chaser though

but then again, he's terrible with flying the broomstick so;;;

he can understand Parseltongue but only to a certain degree

he has a talent for non-verbal spell casting

potions-making makes him uneasy

heck, potions in general makes him uneasy

he barely leaves the Hufflepuff Common Room, but if he does though, you can usually find him with Jumin (and Elizabeth 3rd) hanging out in the library or in one of the Hogwarts Greenhouses

Apparation is a blessing to him

probably has Metamorphmagi blood in him

this dork loves to collect the magical cards that comes inside the chocolate frogs he has over seven hundred by now and he doesn't plan on giving them away

a Half-Blood but Jumin doesn't even care :)

Ray

"...he is better off in Hufflepuff!"

Hufflepuff's Golden Boy

his wand is 11 inches, made of hornbeam and has a dragon's hearstring as a core

his Patronus is a seal because as though as they may be percieved as adorable and cuddly in actuality, these mostly amphibious animals can be vicious, carnivorous predators

he plays Seeker on the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team

and he shall destroy you

affectionately

his favorite subject is Herbology and he's Professor Sprout's favorite student I'm so sorry Jihyun;;; but Potions comes in second place though

he finds Muggle Studies interesting but he doesn't really act to actually learn it

he somehow manages to sucks at Defense Against the Dark Arts and he hates it

he's actually very skilled in Alchemy so I guess that makes up for it

tries to learn Occlumency and he never bothered to learn it again because it hurts :(

non-verbal spell casting isn't really his thing but he tries

he can't find the heart to eat the chocolate frogs and collect the cards that are hidden inside so he settles for No-Melt Ice Cream instead and it's not really a bad investment

same as his brother, he's a Pureblood but Rika someone managed to thoroughly convince him that he's Muggleborn wizard

Unknown

"Welcome to Slytherin!"

his wand is 14 inches long, made of holly and has a dragon's heartstring as a core

his Patronus resembles a hippogriff, although it's non-corporeal, hinting that his past didn't really have any major positive outcomes that was strong enough to make his Patronus clearly defined

he plays as Beater for the Slytherin Quidditch Team

is it a foul to knock your own teammates with a bludger?

probably endures over 20+ penalties in every game he's in and it drives Snape absolutely insane

note: he still manages to become Captain;;;

although he's too much of a dick to admit that he has a favorite subject, he really likes Transfiguration

maybe it's because that he can just turn you into a teacup in just a just flicker of his wand, just in case you become too "annoyingly pretty stupid" in his eyes—which is a lot (he never actually does it though)

he doesn't bother to attend Defense Against the Dark Arts (nor Divination nor Herbology nor Care of Magical Creatures) since he thinks it's a pretty useless subject

"Why in Merlin's fuck do we need DADA for anyways? We're gonna be hexing, jinxing and cursing our way into battle anyways so might as well skip the bullshit and just learn Dark Arts instead."

he only ever attended DADA during "Mad Eye Moody"'s term with them

again, he's not really good at non-verbal spell casting, neither at Occulumency nor Legilimency but he's good at hexing people

he once tried to hex Saeyoung with a Instant Scalping Hex but it somehow manages to hit Zen instead

many cried that day

he prefers Chocolate Skeletons than Chocolate Frogs ("I'm telling you, my dear toy. The reason why they're so popular is because of these damn wizarding cards.") but he secretly brings back a whole box or two of No-Melt Ice Cream whenever you guys get a trip to Hogsmeade

he's proud of being a Pureblood but he's not proud of his family name nor lineage

he constantly disses on the Ministry of Magic

NE!/GE!Saeran Choi

"He belongs in Gryffindor!"

his wand is 12 inches, made of hawthorn and has a unicorn's tail hair as a core

his Patronus is a falcon — a representation that he was once a troubled soul but decided to cast away his old, evil habits to fly down the hard, right path

unlike Unknown's (and possibly even Ray's), Saeran's Patronus is lucid, well-defined and bright

when you asked him what makes it so bright everytime he conjurs it, he replied "Well, you're bright. So that makes sense if each of my memory of you is bright as well."

⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄o⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

damn boi, when did you get so smooth?

plays as Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team

Saeyoung's #1 fan and cheerleader

"WoOooO! There goes my brother, the shining, shimmering, lustrous, luminous, ever glimmering—"

"Mr. Choi, please."

"—AND EVER BLOSSOMING SAERAN CHOI! Now, ladies, I see you make a line towards him everyday but let me break it to you in the most subtle way possible—"

"—the poor boy is haplessly in love with MC."

"Saeyoung!"

whenever his brother speaks on the microphone (or just opens his mouth, in general), he gets an incoming migraine that he mentally prepared himself to repress

he loves him to pieces but Merlin's crocs, there are times where he catches himself wishing for his brother to get eaten by Aragog

he really likes Herbology, and tends to pull a Hermione Granger when it comes to this subject

Defense Against the Dark Arts is also his strong suit

although, somewhere in Lockheart's term with them, he tries so hard not to cast a Sardine Hex on him

he might have not have done it but he still holds a grudge

"That narcissistic buffoon unleashed some Tiny Tumbelinas of Terror as a form of lesson, MC. Tina Tumbelinas of Terror."

he just noped out of DADA when it was Umbridge's term

Gryffindor lost a lot of House points that year

he really likes going to Honeydukes and would probably make it his home if it was allowed

Ambrosius Flume and his wife like him very much and vice versa

"Dear, get the papers! We're adopting this boy!"

he brings a lot of sweets back to Hogwarts every weekend

two full sacks

and a lot of letters get sent to him by Ambrosius' wife nagging him to eat more healthily during the weekdays

he's good at non-verbal spellcasting, although it's kinda get hard to get used to

he's good a Legilimency but he doesn't use it very often — he's working on his Occlumency though (because Saeyoung won't leave him alone sometimes)

Apparition and using of Port Keys make him nauseous so he settles on commuting by broom instead

everyone thinks he's a Metamorphmagus because of his powdered hair

again, he's Pureblood but he doesn't really care because he'll love no matter what blood status you have :)

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger v #mystic messenger unknown #mystic messenger saeran #mystic messenger ray #mystic messenger jihyum kim #jihyun kim #unknown #saeran #ray #jihyun kim x mc #unknown x mc #ray x mc #saeran x mc #harry potter au

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whoknowsanymore124 · 4 years ago

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you’re breaking my heart here 🥺😭 i really loved this being from his pov, but damn if it doesn’t pull at my hearstrings!!! I’m really rooting for these two and it’s all because of how natural the progression of their relationship was developed by you. The “We aint gotta say anythin’, darling.” was my official undoing. They really do care and understand each other! I also loved his talk with her mom, i’m hoping it helps them in some way!! I adore this whole series and am really rooting for them to figure it out ♥️

A Wedding! A Wedding!

Syverson x Fem!Reader

vignette: Six months after Syverson surprised Y/N in NYC, the two have a forced reunion as they both attend Layla and Aiden's wedding.

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Syverson pulled at his collar for probably the hundredth time that day.

'This stupid, fuckin’ monkey suit,’ he thought to himself. He would take wearing pounds of military gear over a suit, tie, and dress shoes.

In just a bit, Aiden and Layla would be married.

Syverson was indifferent to weddings. He didn’t hate them, but he also didn’t exactly look forward to them. It was nice to see old friends and family. But it would be nicer to do so in a more casual and comfortable environment.

The weekend had already been crazy.

And Syverson was in a foul mood the whole week leading up to it.

If he allowed himself to self reflect on his own emotions, Sy would’ve recognized that it was the anxiety leading up to seeing Y/N for the first time since he showed up on her stoop in New York.

The reality was that he should’ve seen her the night before at the rehearsal dinner.

But there was an emergency at Sy’s farm. And it took so long to handle and fix that Sy had no choice but to text Aiden and Layla explaining that he wouldn’t make the rehearsal dinner later and apologized profusely.

“You’re alright. I think you know how to walk down an aisle,” Aiden had responded.

Then Sy had seen the three little dots, telling him that Aiden was sending another text.

“And heads up… Ain't got a clue what you know 'bout weddings, but the Best Man and Maid of Honor walk with each other.”

Sy sighed. He hadn’t even thought about the fact that Y/N was Layla’s Maid of Honor.

“Fuck,” Sy had mumbled as he read Aiden’s second text message.

But he just replied with, “Yup. I know.”

Sy hoped he could see Y/N before they had to walk down the aisle with each other. But she was running all over the place and doing the dozens of duties Maids of Honor had.

Instead of gathering before the ceremony, Y/N had been with Aiden and Layla as they did their “first look” photo-session in private.

It had been six months since Syverson and Y/N had seen each other.

The two of them didn’t really text and they definitely didn’t call one another. It seemed like they both had a shared understanding that keeping in touch would just make them miss each other more, keep the wound of heartbreak open, and leave no room for them to actually move on.

Layla hated traditional weddings, so hers was unlike any Syverson had been to before.

Instead of having the ceremony in a church, they were in a heavy forested area. Flowers and pebbles made up the aisle. And a giant tree was used as their altar. Various styles of vintage, wooden chairs were the seats for all the guests, and it didn’t matter what side anyone sat on.

One of Aiden’s cousins was marrying them instead of a priest.

And there was a single piano player stationed to the side of the tree to play their processional – and other music for the ceremony.

All the bridesmaids were wearing different textures, cuts, and fabrics. But Sy was observant enough to realize there was a consistent color scheme throughout the whole wedding – beyond just the women’s dresses.

Aiden suddenly appeared and Sy could tell the man had just been crying. Seeing Layla must've turned the man into an emotional mess. All the groomsman pretended not to notice.

Sy leaned close to his best friend and muttered, “You gon’ make a run for it?”

It did exactly what he intended: Aiden let out a surprised laugh.

“Not a fuckin’ chance, man."

“Then get your ass up there,” Sy shoved Aiden in the direction of the altar.

And just as Sy was trying to loosening his tie a bit…

He saw her.

Y/N was rushing behind Layla, holding her flowers and fixing her hair – overall, just making sure she looked her most beautiful.

The two were behind a thick tree, protecting them from the wandering and curious eyes of the guests.

Layla’s father was patiently waiting for Y/N to finish helping his daughter.

And Syverson was staring at Y/N, unable to rip his eyes away.

Of course she looked fucking beautiful. He knew there was never a chance she’d look like anything else.

Y/N was wearing a forest green thin strapped dress, with a high slit that Sy couldn’t look away from. With every movement or soft breeze, it gave a peak of her leg.

Syverson read Y/N’s lips as she asked Layla, “You good? You OK?”

Layla gave a watery smile and nodded before pulling her cousin into a bone-crushing hug.

Y/N smiled and said her goodbye as the music started.

Sy and her would be the last to walk up the aisle to the altar. And it gave them a moment alone as the other bridesmaids and grooms walked up before them.

On the way over to the group, Y/N’s steps faltered as soon as she spotted Sy.

To her credit, she recovered quickly and looked at the ground the rest of the walk to him.

And for the first time in a six months, Sy felt like he could breathe again. His chest didn’t feel tight anymore. His shoulders didn’t seem to have extra weight on them. There was a new lightness to him.

Y/N only raised her gaze to him once she was at his side.

“Hi,” she told him shyly.

“Hello, darlin’.”

“Please don’t let me trip over this stupid dress,” Y/N whispered and sort of laughed, trying to lighten the tension a bit.

“Ain’t got any faith in me, huh?” He teased right back.

Y/N’s eyes flickered to meet his and everything around them seemed to disappear.

But the moment slipped away as they remembered that they had a job to do and an audience watching them.

Syverson bent his left arm and offered it to her when it was their turn. He made sure to walk slow enough that Y/N wouldn’t struggle with the long dress and high heels.

The closeness messed with both of them.

Y/N felt the warmth of Syverson’s body and didn’t realize how much she’d missed it. He had always been her personal furnace – despite not needing one in the Texas heat. She also noticed how cleaned up his beard looked. It was still thick, but shorter and neater. Clearly he’d trimmed it for the wedding. She never expected to ever see Ethan Syverson in a suit, but damn should he wear them more often.

Syverson could smell Y/N’s perfume perfectly, and was happy to find that she hadn’t changed it up since they parted ways. The scent alone brought him right back to their past moments alone – the same moments he’d found himself thinking about constantly these past months. Her makeup was heavier than usual, enhancing her beauty, but also giving her an edge that was different than her everyday look. Her nails were longer and all done. And Sy hated that his next thought was imagining what they would feel like scraping down his back during the throes of passion.

When they reached the altar, Syverson realized he didn’t want to let Y/N go so soon. He knew there wouldn’t be another chance to touch her, even just as innocently as this.

Y/N gave him a parting glance before moving to the other side of the altar to await Layla’s entrance.

It took all of Syverson’s strength to stop staring at Y/N and join everyone else in watching Layla walk down the aisle with her father.

The ceremony only lasted 20 or so minutes. Layla and Aiden had written their own vows, and Aiden’s cousin wrote a very personalized and thoughtful speech about the couple. Almost everyone was in tears by the end.

Y/N glanced up at Syverson just before the couple kissed, and found that he remained stoic as usual. The two of them seemed to be the only two that had kept their emotions intact.

As the couple left, the wedding party slowly followed after them.

Syverson offered his arm once again, even though it wasn’t expected and the other groomsmen didn’t do it.

As soon as they were past the guests, Y/N pulled away.

“I gotta go help Layla,” she muttered before racing after the bride.

Close family of the couple and the bridal party lingered behind to take staged photos. And the rest of the guests went to the cocktail hour.

Y/N made sure Layla’s makeup was good and her dress laid correctly.

The time Sy got close to her again was when the photographer shuffled the bridal party around to take photos of them all together.

And as soon as the photos were done, Y/N disappeared once again. This time to say hello to what Sy assumed was the rest of her extended family.

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The wedding was more fun than Syverson had anticipated. He realized a live band made the energy less cringey than a cheap DJ who didn’t know how to read the room. Leave it to Layla to throw a wedding that Syverson liked.

If Y/N was avoiding him, she was doing a very good job of making it seem accidental. Syverson was able to distract himself with old friends he hadn’t seen in awhile. But his gaze seemed to always fall back on Y/N when she was near.

Ethan Syverson did not dance. Ever.

So he posted up near the bar instead, not having an issue with drinking alone while the rest of his friends made fools of themselves on the dance floor.

It was towards the end of the night and Sy was waiting on another drink, when he felt someone’s presence beside him.

“You must be Ethan Syverson,” a female voice said.

He raised an eyebrow as he turned to face them.

“Yes, ma’am. But I don’t believe we know each other,” his accent drawled out.

She smiled at him. “No, we don’t. But you fit Y/N’s description so perfectly: tall and broad. Thick beard. The strong and silent type."

That was when Syverson noticed how familiar the woman felt to him. Her y/e/c eyes were the same color as the ones that haunted him. And her smile was confident, yet mischievous – just like hers. Their body type was similar, as well.

“You must be Y/N’s mother,” Syverson said with a side smirk.

How had he not thought about Y/N’s immediate family being here? She was Layla’s cousin after all.

Y/N’s mother looked just like her. Making Syverson realize how beautiful Y/N would still be a few decades from now.

“I am,” she confirmed his guess. “Please, call me Meredith."

Syverson offered his hand. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

She chuckled as she shook it. “Oof. No wonder she fell for you. That girl isn’t used to those southern manners.”

Sy chuckled politely.

But her words echoed in his mind over and over again. “Fell for you”? She told her mom about him? About their relationship?

Syverson got his drink from the bartender and Meredith placed her own order.

From the way she posted up at the bar, it was clear to Sy that she wasn’t planning on leaving him alone quite yet.

When she got her drink, she turned to him. “You know, I would love to hear your side of the story…”

Syverson's gaze narrowed and he shifted his weight. “My side?”

“My baby girl has a bad habit of being rather pessimistic. She talked about you like it was the end of the world.”

He rubbed his beard anxiously. “I would rather not misspeak, ma’am.”

She smiled at his response. “Figured you’d say something like that.”

“How is she doing?” He blurted out.

Sy had made a promise to himself never to ask Layla about Y/N. But sometimes he’d slip when he had too many drinks with the boys and would slyly mention it to Aiden. But Sy knew he was never getting the full report from the man.

“Well, she’s heartbroken,” Meredith immediately answered, as if it were obvious.

Sy froze, not expecting such brutal honesty.

“Y/N knew she lost a good thing – maybe the best thing,” Meredith sighed sadly. It was clear a mother had taken on her daughter’s sorrow. "And she’s been rather miserable ever since.”

He quickly started saying, “I didn’t…”

But stopped himself from blurting out the wrong thing.

He cleared his throat. “I wasn’t the one who ended it. I wanted to…”

Syverson cleared his throat again.

Why was he saying all of this to her of all people?

“I wanted to try and make things work,” he finally confirmed quietly.

Meredith gave him a sympathetic look and squeezed his forearm. “I know you did, sweetheart. I know.”

Syverson’s gaze slowly moved to the dance floor and halted on Y/N, who was dancing with Layla.

The two of them were being absolutely ridiculous with their moves, not giving a damn if anyone around them was giving them weird looks or staring.

Meredith followed his eye line.

Taking a deep breath, she asked, “I know it’s not my place. But could I ask you one last thing?”

Syverson nodded, but still watched Y/N.

“Do you love her?”

He quickly looked at Meredith, surprised by her confidence to ask him such a thing, especially after only knowing each other for a few minutes.

Sy stared into her eyes, asking himself if he should be honest or lie.

Was self preservation even an option anymore?

He took in a deep breath and shifted his eight before he finally gave her a stiff nod.

He didn’t trust himself with words to answer such a question.

Meredith gave him another sympathetic look. “I thought so, honey.”

“Got any advice?” Syverson asked with a laugh.

Maybe he seemed pathetic being so open and honest with Y/N’s mother. But he realized that he just really didn’t care.

He was just…tired.

Meredith smiled and nodded. “Ask her to dance. Make it a slow one.”

Then she reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “It was nice to finally meet you, Ethan. I hope we see each other again.”

And with that, she gave him a wink and left.

The woman had incredible timing, because the music switched from a rock anthem to a song clearly made for slow dancing.

Sy tossed back his drink.

Thankfully it wasn’t his first and he had liquid courage running through his veins.

He watched as Y/N tried to make a subtle escape from the dance floor.

But she must’ve sensed someone watching her, because she lifted her head and their eyes instantly met.

Y/N froze at the edge of the dance floor.

“Would you dance with me, darlin’?” He asked her.

She swallowed heavily before nodding to him.

“I didn’t think you danced,” she mumbled as he pulled her closer and started swaying to the music.

“I don’t.”

Y/N’s expression turned confused.

“Ya keep leavin' the dance floor every time there’s a slow song,” he pointed out.

She shrugged. “Because there’s no one I want to dance with.”

He tilted his head. “But here you are.”

She laughed lightly, but didn’t elaborate on his observation.

They danced quietly.

“You ain’t one to be quiet," he second after a bit. "What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answered too quickly.

Y/N’s eyes scrunched closed for a second.

“I mean…” She took in a shallow breath. It was obvious her mind was racing about what she should reveal.

“It’s hard being around you," Y/N confessed.

Syverson was silent for a few seconds.

“It ain’t any different for me,” he finally admitted.

Y/N seemed surprised by his honesty for some reason.

For the rest of the song, the two of them remained silent.

Y/N even allowed herself to place her head on Syverson’s chest as they swayed.

Just this once, she ignored her fight or flight instincts and just let herself do what her heart was begging for.

When the song finally ended, it took Y/N a few seconds to realize it.

And Syverson made no efforts to move her.

Y/N eventually pulled away and took a few quick steps back from me.

She opened to her say something.

But what should she even say?

Sy gave her with sympathy. “We ain’t gotta say anythin’, darlin’.”

Then he stepped forward slowly, gently cupped the right side of her face, and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

But instead of pulling away, he moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

Y/N’s face dropped at the compliment.

“Go on,” he nodded behind her. “Layla’s lookin’ for you.”

But Y/N couldn’t seem to move – or even breathe.

Layla suddenly grabbed Y/N by the shoulder, snapping her out of her daze.

Sy backed away, watching Y/N get pulled into a conversation with the bride.

A few moments later, when Y/N turned back around to see where Syverson had just been standing, he was nowhere to be found.

And she didn’t see him again for the rest of the night.

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Let me know what you liked! please please please.

#captain syverson

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aomitois · 7 years ago

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3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 14, 16, 17, 19, 20, 47, 48, 50 for the fanfiction question please?

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in? Mystic Messenger, i think. there’s barely any drama here.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms? naaayi see a lot of people say some dumb shit, especially in some fandoms, but just ignoring them is fine enough, i won’t let it hinder my content enjoyment

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. oh boy oh boy i’ve been in so much fandoms xD i’ll list only the ones where there’s at least one ship i like(there are also other ships, but for things that i didn’t involve myself with its fandom)

DTB - Heiyin

Ladybug PV - Feligette

Mystic Messenger - Zenhee, Vmc

Naruto - Sasusaku

Bnha - Izuocha

Voltron - Sheith

Vampire Knight - Zeki

Bleach - Ichihime

Fairy Tail - Jerza

One Piece - Zotash

Owari no Seraph - Mikayuu

Pmmm - Madohomu

Assassin’s Creed - Arlise,Altachali (okay i’ve made up that name, idk if anyone else ships it??)

Kuroshitsuji - Cielizzy

Snk - Eremika

Drrr - Shizuona

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

DTB - that detective and widow from eps 3-4. big cringeee

Bleach - Ichi//ruki. the ship isn’t a big deal for me per se, but its fandom is unbearable

ML - never understood the popularity of nat/chlo

Avatar - Mai/ko

Mysme - V/rika

Naruto - Jira//tsu, Kaka//saku

Fnaf - literally any ship here, jfc they’re souls of murdered children why would anyone ship that

Dishonored - Daud//Corvo (yes i’ve seen ppl ship it and??)

Bnha - bkdk

Voltron - sh//lav, also at first klonce was a notp for me but gradually i started to tolerate it, and now don’t mind it (hell, i even ship it in some fics)

Teen Titans - bb/rae

Fairy Tail - cat ships

Opm - all ships

Snk - Ere/ri

Drrr - Shi//zaya

Inuyasha - Miro//sango

Kuroshitsuji - Seba//ciel

Soul Eater - Blackstar and tsubaki

Toradora - don’t remember ship name, the main characters

Hq!! - Iwa//oi

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom? hmmm i think my latest is DDLC. i just saw a lot of posts about it on my dash and wanted to check it out, since i like otome games and indie horrors. but not actually play them since i’m big coward xD so i just watched Manly’s gameplay. then i just went on tumblr to scout for some fanarts lol

9. What are the best things about your current fandom? there’s sooo many talented artists!

11. Who is your current OTP? currently i’m drowning in sheith hell, other that i remember put me in angst coma for good month were heiyin and zeki

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs? mmm hard to recall bc they don’t put me thru that much roallercoaster of emotions, and i liked a lot of friendships in many media. just few that i can think of atm: Corvo and Outsider, Altair and Malik, Sakura and Sai, Sakura and Naruto, Fairy Tail guild as a whole (seriously the jokes about nakama power are funny but they’re willing to go so much for their friends, their family, i spent few days crying about it)

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike? already listed in notp question yo, like half of them are pretty populari always reject what’s most popular in fandom before checking thing out and have to judge it myself. i won’t ship something just because it’s popular. i ship only things that pull my hearstrings. which for some reason are usually second most popular ships, that are at war with #1 fandom’s fav lmao

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite? as a kid i remember having really, REALLY strong feelings about couples in tv shows and wondered what the fuck is wrong with me, it wasn’t until over 10 years later that i discovered what is shipping and that i’m not alone xD earliest i can recall is Bloom and that blonde dude from Winx. boy i was really hardcore shipper, had headcanons, made tattoos on my dolls with their initials, couldn’t sleep at night thinking about their relationship. they’re no longer my fave, since i’ve long forgotten about them and heiyin is my absolute fave.

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them? oh yes a lot!! there are tons of really cute ships with good chemistry, that really suit each other, but i just don’t feel anything about them?? so i’m like oh yeah i like this, it’s sweet, but i don’t ship it. mostly bc they just didn’t have any romantic interaction even hinted, and usually i ship pairs that are intended to be canon. anyway the examples are idk, ships in sport animes like hq or knb, nejiten. also Sokka and Suki, Kataang.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking? yeah, ships where i don’t like the character or didn’t like at first. like i couldn’t stand Vorona at first, but later she was more likeable and Shizuona had such nice chemistry?? damn (and he’s my boy so i wouldn’t like just any ship) also still in drrr i reeeealy dislike Iza//ya, but with Namie (which i also dislike lol) they have such an interesting relation, like she’s the only one who can keep up with him, who’s equal in cunning schemes. that’s the only ship i can think of where i like paring but hate characters lmao

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why? can’t post if i don’t write anything ^^” well there is one original story that i roughly drafted the universe, but i plan to make it a comic, not write. and no idea where i would post it tbh.as for reading i don’t really visit neither ao3 or ff, i read only what i spot on tumblr, or on the two sites if some tumblr post redirect me there.

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not? i liveblog whatever i think about it as i read xD otherwise i’d forget everything at the end. that is when i read Wolfy’s fic. when i read something on tumblr i write review in tags, but it’s not really vast, since i keep all weird analogies to myself this time. and generally i don’t have much to say so i keep it short.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?can’t say i did, i don’t read it too often. i only read if it happens to show up on my dash and summary got me interested enough. i got really invested in Wolfy’s fics after he described one au, its world, the story. the more chapters i’ve read, the more i got fired up for next ones xD it’s just amazing, like i’m watching some good tier show in my head. mostly bc it’s not centered aroud the ship, but it’s the action story with slow burn in the background. hhhhng 10/10 my taste exactly 👌👌👌 i actually can’t seem to enjoy any other fanfics anymore bc it’s not the same style?? 😦

#thanks for the ask!!#whoops i rambled a bit about unrelated things

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o188 · 8 years ago

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i figured there would be no better use for my 1000th post than to thank everyone that helped me make it this far in the first place. as of writing this, i have somehow broken 200 followers. i remember being blown away when i broke 10. i was terrified to join the law & order / crime fandom and now not a day goes by that i am not so happy that i did. it feels like home, here. i’m so lucky, wow. there are days where i just want to rant about people -- about how they have made my day, my year, my life better. wait. i can do that on a follow forever, right? right. here we go!!

@southbronxabogado / @pcnkspy - i mean i can’t kick this post off without you, right? i have you to thank for pulling me by the ear into this fandom to begin with. you were my introduction to svu as it is, today. what started as ‘hey look at my stupid lawyer son rafael’ turned into so much more. i can’t believe how much you disliked sonny at first and how now the muses can’t be separated. i can’t believe everything we have put them through and plan to still do. thank you for bringing your barba back and thank you for sticking with me for this long. you’re a good egg. @alwaysfine / @badbagelll - holyshit, wow. i can’t believe how in love with your amanda my sonny is. i can’t believe they are going to get married and have the perfect family and just?? everything. i’m so pumped to do anything and everything with you from here on out. i was so nervous about approaching you at first but i am glad i did because i honestly live for how we yell at each other daily. thank you for being so lovely and patient. you’re the best. @raiinonme / @dadectiive - you were the first person in the svu fandom that i followed. i was so scared because, wow. nick amaro, huh? what an intimidating hot-head. would you hate me for playing the guy that replaced him on the show? i had no idea, but your posts were so wholesome and you adore pino so much and it was so easy to become friends. i love watching episodes with you and rambling about things. wowdang. i just want to interact with you everywhere. you and i both have so many muses and icb i now associate high school musical with you. wild. @littleostentatious - holy fuck. we did some blog-bouncing and somehow we managed to stick together and continue to do things. i will always love writing with you. our muse dynamics have always been so interesting. sonny and tony are so wholesome, y’know? like just wow. you always make me so happy whenever you are on the dash. you are so lovely and talented and i could just eat you up, i love you so. @bonesofmetal - i am so glad that you are back!! i missed you rather dearly and it’s been the sweetest treat to see you posting and thriving and enjoying yourself again. we have many adventures to send our boys on. i can’t wait. @intuitivc / @notagrey - i honestly feel so lucky that you still do things with me after my leaving the twd fandom. i only want to do more and more things with you. this new muse and our new plans look to be nothing but a blast and i can’t wait, honestly, to kick things off!! thank you for putting up with my move. i hope this year treats you well. i hope we have so many great things to come! @thepeopleversus / @muffiewrites - wow, okay? wow. i was literally so intimidated and scared and nervous when it came to you and look at us now. i love writing with you. i love talking with you. both of us are a bit wobbly when it comes to the whole friendships thing but i think what we got going is something grand. you are so talented. i mean it. you blow me away. getting things from you always makes me yell and it will never not be funny to me that our muses don’t ever listen to our plans. thank you, honestly, for giving me a shot -- and thank you for making me smile whenever i play animal crossing. i dunno. it just makes me so happy to see you on there. @starpledge / @synapsing - well, well, well. if it isn’t the person i actually love with my whole heart and soul. i can’t believe we ship sonny carisi with bucky barnes and will graham. what the fuck. i can’t believe that will and sonny make me so fucking soft. i can’t believe how invested we are. i can’t believe that you followed me and let me show you clips and episodes with this loser. i can’t believe how much i adore you. we belong together like peanut butter and jelly. like pancakes and syrup. like ryan and shane. oreos and orange juice. i fucking love you. @starxshine - do you know that you are, in fact, the friend that i have had the longest? because you are. wow. we have seen some shit together, huh? i am so lucky to have you in my life and on my dash. i adore you so much. hokulani is like a person to me. a person i know and trust. it’s wild. i have known you for so long and i still think so fondly of you. you’ve always been so supportive and lovely and understanding. your patience blows my mind. thank you for putting up with me all these years. @floraiison / @dcngeroushearts - we’ve only just kicked off writing together again but i still wanna say that, wow. i am so happy that i know you and tha we get to do things and speak almost on the daily. this past year was a little rough on me and you and i have some catching up to do, for sure, but i am excited -- even warm and fuzzy for the future. thank you for following me, even when tumblr makes you remake everything from scratch. @starredcomplexion - will i ever not be a total sucker for you? probably not. i’m so happy that we found each other again after losing each other for a bit, there. i have missed you -- missed your talent, and missed your ability to grab my hearstrings and just pull. i will never not love writing with you. the things we have done, wow. the muses we have shipped. here’s to there being more and more. you’re nothing but lovely. @bauranger - you and i have only just met and we have barely been able to write together but let me just say that getting your messages has been just ... lovely? you are such a fucking sweetheart. i feel so lucky to know you already and i hope that things are going well for you and that we get to do so many things together!! the rest of you are absolute dolls as well and should know that i adore you with all my heart!! 💖 thank you for following me, for speaking with me, for inspiring me, for liking my content, and for making my dash better. @bisnero + @squadmcm + @o177 + @deadlysericus + @carisiisms + @dailypeterscanavino + @barisi-is-bae @julesxobyrne + @gatekeepcr + @afraidofchange + @methodcop + @carisista + @scoundrcls + @bauchief @pigwithpersonality + @alwaystheassholedoctor + @vespertiilian + @explodingpens + @eatingthem @the-liars-you-love + @counselorsnark + anyone i may have missed because this is hard!!

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