#wc 80k+

[angelsaxis]

I am moving on to rereading and bulking up The Mantel! It's a YA fantasy that takes place in modern times so I have to handle the prose and dialogue SOOOOO differently HDKSBDKSNDKSJS

Its easier to read because of that, but I want to make sure I can elevate the prose still because it doesn't quite sound like Me. It's a little generic is all, though it is funny.

[bucketbueckers]

I'D RATHER PRETEND

extra 1: proposal ‘a few years had gone and come around...you looked at me, got down on one knee’

tags: @angryflowerwitch @avvwritesstufff @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @bueckersg1rl @l0verl4ne @clouded-whispers @dolliest-thena @katemartinlvr @numberonepartyanth3m @glamourdaya @pbbucks @unadulteratedcyclepaper @paiges-1vur @thelightknight21 wc: 4.7k notes: based on this request 🫡 sorry this took forever, i took a break from writing for a bit (writing 80k+ words over the course of a month alters your brain chemistry tbh). i was gonna link the proposal and the wedding together but decided to split them just so i could get something out for y'all! soooo trust that the wedding oneshot will be in the works soon and other slice of life snippets. if there's anything you wanna see, feel free to request! i'll get around to it when i have the time & my inbox is always open for yaps 🙂‍↕️as always i hope y'all enjoy!! 🫶

NOVEMBER 13, 2028

The first week of their postseason vacation couldn’t have gone any better. After a successful last year with the Sparks and the Wings respectively, Tess and Paige needed the time out of the country, away from basketball and other people. For four years, they’d spend up to six months away from each other training, playing, or travelling – it wasn’t much different from what they were used to in college, but they were nearing their five year anniversary and if Tess was being honest, she loathed only having Paige for half of the year. They planned to spend the first two full weeks of the offseason in Naples, Italy, where Tess had grown up – completely alone with plenty of time to relax after a grueling championship contending season.

So the first week was amazing. They flew in on a Monday, ordered room service and promptly fell asleep after dinner, far too jet lagged and exhausted after hours of travelling. On Tuesday, Paige treated her to breakfast in bed: delicate pastries and fruits and savory meats, then they toured an art museum – the Sansevero Chapel Museum. Tess was pretty sure Paige spent more time staring at her than the actual art they’d paid to look at, but she wasn’t going to complain. She enjoyed Paige’s attention more than she liked to admit. On Wednesday, Tess showed her around the inner workings of the city and the street she grew up on. Paige even met some of her extended family, such as her paternal grandparents and some other cousins. Tess’s family welcomed Paige in with open arms and made sure they stayed for lunch. They spent the rest of the day walking around the city hand-in-hand with Tess sharing childhood stories as Paige listened intently. On Thursday, they visited the San Carlo Theatre – coincidentally enough, they were performing an opera of Romeo and Juliet, which endlessly amused the both of them. On Friday, Paige decided she wanted to try every pizza place that Naples had to offer, and Tess didn’t really have the heart to say no to her. The weekend was spent lounging around, walking around the city some more, and visiting the beach, although they quickly gave up on that endeavor because it was entirely too cold.

Then the second week rolled around and Paige’s entire demeanor changed. When Tess woke up on Monday morning, shirt and underwear haphazardly thrown on after a long night, Paige was lying silently next to her, hands folded over her stomach. She was staring at the ceiling fan like it held the answers for whatever existential question she’d been pondering. Paige and silent were two things that never ended well when they were mixed together. The last time Paige had been eerily quiet had been after New Year’s in 2024 – that was a month of dread and panic that Tess never wanted to go back to, so she rolls onto her side, gazing at Paige.

“Do you ever think the trees are trying to communicate with us but we’re too dumb to understand them?” she asks seriously, watching five different expressions cross Paige’s face before she settles on amusement, laughing quietly.

Paige finally cranes her head over, her face softening when she locks eyes with Tess. Her hair is unruly, a mess from the night before, mascara flaking and her skin littered with marks. Tess is certain she’s never seen anyone more beautiful than Paige and she’s certain she never will. Even after almost five years together, Paige still makes her heart beat like she’s a teenager with a crush. “What happened to ‘good morning?’” she jokes.

“Not a good morning when I wake up and you’re social distancing,” Tess grumbles indignantly, pointing at the space in between them. “What happened to, I don’t know, ‘loving your girlfriend?’”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Paige croons, her tone teasing. She rolls Tess onto her other side, curling an arm around her abdomen, her fingers lacing together with Tess’s over her navel. She rests her chin just above the crown of Tess’s head, sinking into the pillow. “Better?”

Tess hums, content, her hair raising at the feel of Paige’s skin against hers. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” she asks.

Paige huffs out something akin to shocked laughter. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“Paige, we’ve been together for almost five years,” Tess states. “You think I don’t know when something’s on your mind?” She twists the ring on Paige’s thumb as the blonde falls silent, thinking. “I don’t want you to ice me out,” she admits. “We said we wouldn’t do that. If there’s something wrong –”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Paige says quickly. She squeezes Tess’s hand, craning her head to press a gentle kiss on her temple. “Nothing’s wrong. Believe me. Everything’s perfect. Just…a big moment for us right now.”

“Free agency?” Tess asks, turning around in Paige’s embrace to face her fully after adjusting her arms. Paige’s face looks torn, uncertain – free agency has to be what’s weighing on her now, right? They’ve had this conversation numerous times, especially late at night after rough games when they’re missing each other and the distance feels like a burden. They’ve done this before, which is what Tess clings onto – they’ve been hundreds of miles apart in college but it’s so different now that they’re in the league and that they know their future is with one another.

“Free agency is up there,” Paige confesses after a while, frowning. “We don’t gotta talk about it right now. This is our vacation.”

“We say that every time,” Tess says softly, trying to start a conversation, not an argument. That’s been one of the biggest points of growth with Paige over the past few years. Tess is often too quick to jump to a conclusion, to get into her head about a situation or however Paige must feel about something. They’ve had these growing pains discussions numerous times, learning to be patient and trust each other more and more. Tess searches Paige’s features. “You and I both want to play ball. You know I don’t mind competing against you, but…I don’t like the distance, either. So, what do you want from whatever team you’re interested in?”

Paige hesitates, but Tess stares at her imploringly. “A younger team,” she says. “Lots of people are retiring. Stewie, BG, Sloot, Natasha. I wanna go to a team that’s gonna be together for a while, be a championship contender. I wanna be closer to you, too.”

“Okay,” Tess says, feeling slightly relieved – she and Paige are in agreement on that much. She wants longevity, a team that’s reliable, where she can settle down. She’s been stubborn on keeping up her apartment lease in LA just because she didn’t want to purchase anything permanent that wouldn’t have both hers and Paige’s name on it. “Do you have a team in mind?”

“I’ve talked to some people, yeah,” Paige says. “Have you?”

Tess nods. Paige’s thumb finds her jaw, tracing the skin there absentmindedly. “Say it on three?”

“On three,” Paige confirms. “One.”

Tess swallows. “Two.”

Together, they both say “Three,” and then –

“Valkyries,” they say at the exact same time.

The tension melts from Paige’s shoulders immediately as Tess breaks into peals of laughter. Paige shakes her head fondly, tucking her chin into the crook of Tess’s neck to hide the blush on her cheeks. “Okay. So we’ll sign with the Valkyries if they reach out to us during free agency.”

“Don’t think there’s gonna be an ‘if,’” Paige says quietly. “I talked to Azzi and she said Natalie was very interested in us. They recently got some crazy salary cap increase so I think their plan was to splurge on us, make it hard to say no. Pretty sure they also got Kiki and Ayoka to resign, so me, you, Azzi, Kiki, and Ayoka? Playoffs, easily.”

“Oh, so you think we’re starters?” Tess asks teasingly.

“You think they’re gonna drop a couple million on bench players?”

Tess shakes her head fondly, but presses her lips to Paige’s hairline, unable to keep the smile off her face. “I can’t believe we’ll be playing together next season,” she murmurs, feeling Paige tighten her arms around her waist. “After kicking your ass for nine straight years –”

“That is not what happened,” Paige interrupts, smushing her finger into Tess’s cheek. “2025? Ring a bell? UConn natty?”

“I recall a lot of things from that night but a natty was not one,” Tess states. “I remember you coming to my hotel room, and –”

Paige slides her hand across Tess’s mouth, shutting her up, but her eyes are slightly wide. “Don’t,” she says softly. The corner of her mouth twitches like she’s trying to hold back laughter. Tess rolls her eyes and she pushes Paige’s hand off of her. “Does this mean we gotta start apartment hunting now?”

Tess hums. “Maybe a house?” she suggests, watching Paige’s reaction carefully. As her words sink in, a smile grows unabashed on Paige’s face.

“You wanna buy a house with me?”

“Paige,” Tess says, a little indignant. “Duh?” Paige’s expression turns unbelievably tender, her smile softening. Tess quirks a grin of her own. “I’m thinking of something permanent, you know? Settle down, finally? Stay with the Valkyries until we’re, what – 40 something, Diana Taurasi style. Retire in the Bay. We’ll have our house, maybe four bed, couple baths. Us, maybe a kid or two, guest room for our friends. We’ll probably be coaching somewhere, collecting our rings when we’re old and washed up.” Tess swallows, realizing the gravity of what she’s just said. “I mean, if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

“Tess.”

“Hm?”

“Shut up.”

Before she can respond, Paige’s fingers are curling around her neck, pulling her in closer until their lips meet, and kissing her with a softness and a gentleness that hasn’t disappeared after so many years together. Tess can’t help but smile, feeling the promise, the agreement, that Paige presses against her. When she draws back, Paige’s smile is wide, her teeth showing and the corners of her eyes crinkling. “I want that with you,” Paige murmurs, just so that there’s absolutely no confusion. “Lemme put a ring on it before we start talking about kids, yeah?”

Tess narrows her eyes dramatically. “You need to hurry it up, then,” she says. “I won’t wait around forever.”

Paige lifts one of her hands, kissing her knuckles with a coy smile. “Trust me. Gonna make it worth your while, baby.”

Tess honestly should have known that she had another trick up her sleeve, but she was too lost in the moment to overthink her words. So she acquiesced, giving into the deep, lingering kiss that Paige pressed into her lips, letting herself sink further into their bed and reveling in the way Paige’s lips danced across her skin.

The rest of the week passed with little interruption or further weirdness. Paige did seem a little nervous at times, though the moment never lasted too long, so Tess didn’t think much of it. She and Paige continued to make the most of their time in Italy. They had a private couple’s painting event, where Paige, for whatever reason, painted the two of them as stick figures driving around in a basketball shaped car (she’s lucky that Tess is in love because otherwise…God help her). Paige booked them in with a renowned Italian chef who taught them how to make homemade pasta and various sauces, which went as well as one could expect – that is to say Tess was just endlessly distracted by the way the veins in Paige’s hands protruded as she kneaded the dough.

Then, on Friday the 17th – Tess’s birthday – Tess woke up to Paige’s lips on her face and an assortment of brunch food. They indulged for the better part of the morning, not leaving the bed until the afternoon until their spa appointment. Paige had declared that she “deserved to be pampered” and who was Tess to argue against that? The resort masseuse and the nail techs were incredible at their jobs and Tess left the appointment feeling incredibly refreshed. Her birthday dinner was at an upscale restaurant in the heart of the city and Paige gifted her another charm for her bracelet – this time in the shape of the Italian peninsula to remind her of their time here.

Saturday the 18th was different – there was a palpable shift in the air. She woke up a little past eleven in the morning, alone, which was concerning in and of itself because Paige is rarely awake before she is. Paige is a chore to get out of bed in the mornings and always has been. She’s the CEO of “five more minutes” or “come cuddle” which, Tess will admit, has only become more endearing over the years, but right now, all it does is worry Tess after the conversation they had earlier in the week about free agency.

She hardly has the time to overthink it too much because Paige is shuffling back into their room, sporting an insane case of bedhead and a slight smudge of toothpaste lingering on her bottom lip. The blonde grins at her, easing her nerves instantly, and she presses one knee into the bed as she leans over Tess’s body, planting a kiss onto her lips. “Good morning!” she chirps, which is the next indicator that something is up.

“Good morning,” Tess says, honestly a little confused. She wipes the foam off of Paige’s lip. “What’s gotten into you?” she asks suspiciously.

“What, I can’t be happy?” Paige raises a brow, leaning in to kiss her again. Tess stops her with a hand to her chest.

“Okay, now I know you’re being weird,” Tess states. “You woke up before me. You got out of bed and attempted to make yourself…somewhat presentable, when the first thing you do in the morning is beg to be the little spoon for a little while.” As she speaks, Tess smooths out the mess on Paige’s head, frowning slightly. “You’re too happy right now. And you keep trying to distract me. So, you’re plotting something. What’s going on?”

Paige huffs dramatically, leaning away from Tess. “Nothing’s wrong, ma, swear,” she vows. Tess narrows her eyes at her, studying her features closely, but all she can make out is an anxious earnestness and unequivocal love. Paige cups her cheek as she kisses her temple gently, moving her mouth to her ear to whisper, “Everything’s perfect right now. Trust me, okay? Just wanna make you happy.”

“You do,” Tess affirms. Paige’s words soften the tension in her shoulders. Maybe she is overthinking again, which isn’t unlike her. Paige has never given her any reason to doubt her words, not in the near five years they’ve been together. She owes it to Paige to have more faith in her, in them.

A smug look crosses across Paige’s features as she pokes Tess in the cheek obnoxiously. “I know.” Tess rolls her eyes fondly as Paige leaves the bed fully. “Now get dressed. This is our last day in Italy and we got shit to do. Can you do my hair?” Tess meets her eyes through the mirror, raising a brow slightly. “Please?” Paige adds.

“I’ll house train you one day,” Tess mumbles, though she knows Paige is basically a lost cause at this point. Her girlfriend smiles at her and all of her faux annoyance washes away in an instant as Tess presses a kiss to her cheek, beginning to work on her hair. Paige gives her free reign to work and Tess elects to leave Paige’s down in natural, loose waves. Then, they get dressed – Paige dons a baggy pair of black cargos with an oversized white sweater and matching white sneakers. She doesn’t forget her chain or the various rings on her fingers, which makes Tess contemplate telling her to cancel their reservations for wherever they’re going so they can spend the day in bed (again – but that’s no one’s business but their own). Tess herself dresses in white sneakers, a pair of light-wash blue jeans, and a patterned sweater that she’d stolen directly from Paige’s luggage – the very sweater that Tess claimed made Paige look like an art teacher.

Once they’re ready to go, Paige leads her hand-in-hand down the busy streets towards a restaurant. They indulge in a late lunch, cracking jokes, sharing stories and optimism for the future – Paige wants an outdoor court built at whatever house they’re buying (possibly the least surprising thing Tess has ever heard), and Tess’s only real complaint is that she doesn’t want to live in an obnoxiously huge mansion. As long as the house has what they need and they have their family, then there’s not much else that Tess wants.

After lunch, they arrive at a private pottery making class, which takes a good few hours out of their day. Paige looked absolutely silly with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and covered in clay, and Tess is sure that the only thing that stopped them from initiating an all-out clay war was the elderly woman who was carefully instructing them. Eventually, their creations start taking shape – a vase for Tess and a lopsided mug for Paige, and while they get fired in the kiln, the instructor talks them through the history of Italian pottery and ceramics.

Tess had thought the pottery class was their last stop on the day, but Paige had something else planned. “It’s a secret,” she claimed, but she seemed a little more nervous than she was earlier that day, which did little to quell Tess’s sudden anxiety until Paige pressed her lips to her knuckles. “Trust me.”

And so she did, allowing Paige to lead her down the streets once more in the fading daylight. The sky was lined with streaks of pinks, oranges, and a dimming yellow. Tess knows she says it a lot, but in this light, Paige looks absolutely radiant – the sharp lines of her face softened by the gentleness of the sky, the blush on her cheeks heightened by the chill in the air. Her palm was warm against Tess’s, rough in some places and smooth in others, but Tess loves every inch of Paige just the same.

Finally, the two of them stop in front of an unassuming door, one that Tess had never seen growing up here. Paige’s nerves seem to return tenfold as she pauses. Tess watches her face contort as if she’s battling some internal decision. She squeezes their linked hands, feeling the relief that exudes from Paige’s body, and the blonde smiles tentatively. “You first,” she states, resting her free hand over the door knob. Tess gives a confused, yet trusting nod, as Paige opens the door and ushers her inside.

The breath is all but sucked from her lungs as soon as she’s indoors. The lighting in the room is dim, but Tess can see nearly everything. The rose petals creating a path for them, the flickering of candles strewn about, but the part that truly captures her attention are the polaroids that hang from the ceiling on thin twine strings. The one closest to the entrance are incredibly new, selfies of the two of them from the week before, a picture of Tess and Paige swept up with Tess’s extended family. There’s a solo shot of Tess grinning at the camera for Paige, dolled up in her birthday dress and holding a glass of wine.

Paige doesn’t say anything – she doesn’t have to. She rests her palms over Tess’s hips as she guides the both of them forward, allowing Tess the time to properly look at all of the pictures. As they walk through the room, which Tess figures was an art gallery given the abstract paintings on the wall, the pictures get older and older. There’s a photo of the two of them from the WNBA finals, confetti sticking to their sweat-slick bodies as they embraced in the middle of the court. There’s a photo of them at the Olympics holding up their matching gold medals. There’s countless shots of them sharing the basketball court, as rivals, and part of Tess can’t help but get choked up because they’re not going to be rivals on the court after this vacation is said and done. After nine years, she finally gets to play with Paige, as teammates, and she’s not sure if there’s anything in the world that could possibly top that feeling.

Their WNBA memories filter out, leading to their college ones. There’s one of the two of them from the national championship, displaying the two of them staring at each other – Tess on one side of an half-empty court, Paige on the other swarmed by her teammates. The pride reflected on Tess’s face is evident in the photo. There’s a bunch of other memories, their February game, holidays celebrated with each other, their summer of 2024 world tour, and photographs of them from when they were “pretending.” Tess spots herself perched on Paige’s lap during the first Thanksgiving she spent with the extended Bueckers family, arguing over Fortnite with Paige as Paige’s siblings watched on in amusement. There’s countless FaceTime screenshots, back when the two of them were truly getting to know each other, selfies from their Bose trip that changed everything, and finally, as they’re nearing the end, the photographs melt into their initial soft launch photos, that damned coffee shop and Paige’s less than subtle appearance. But the last photo isn’t like the others. The rose petal path has led them to the back end of the art gallery, still illuminated by the soft lighting. The last photo is framed. It’s of the two of them shaking hands after the first game they played against each other on February 8, 2021. That date has stuck with Tess for a while now. If you’d told her younger self in 2021 that she’d be here, now, with Paige Bueckers, she wouldn’t believe you. But now? She can’t think of anything more fitting, more obvious than her and Paige.

With tears brimming her eyes and wrought with nostalgia and gratefulness, Tess turns to meet Paige’s gaze, but she’s already looking at her. She always is. Paige looks extremely nervous, but there’s a spark of determination that Tess knows all too well.

“We met almost eight years ago,” Paige states, her voice soft as her shaky hands reach out for Tess’s. “In Gampel. We played against each other and I learned so much from you – I just didn’t have the courage to talk to you, and I regretted that for months. Then, two years after that, in May of 2023, God sent you to me again. It was awkward, and unconventional, and I thought you didn’t like me –” the two of them share a watery laugh, “–but I knew I had to make the most of it. Of us. I wasn’t gonna let you get away from me, not again. So we fake dated. I just wanted you in any way you’d have me. I was happy to just be your friend. But as time went by, I fell for you, and…” Paige smiles at her. “I was scared at first, but part of me knew it was gonna happen. You’re a competitor, you’re stubborn, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. You get me, always have, and me falling in love with you was real. We’re real. I’m so thankful for what we have, for you, and knowing that we’ll be playing together next season is everything I’ve wanted for nearly eight years. I can’t wait to do this with you. I can’t wait to build a life with you. On New Year’s Eve in 2023, I told you my resolution was building something permanent. I’ve kept that promise, but I’m gonna amend that to say my resolution is to build something permanent with you.”

Paige releases her hands, exhaling, and Tess almost chokes on a sob when Paige carefully drops down to one knee, her hands reaching into her pocket to produce a small ring box. Her hands shake as she opens the top, revealing the gold engagement band and a stunning, sparkling diamond, minimalist yet beautiful in the way Tess prefers her jewelry. But the ring doesn’t hold her attention for too long. She gazes down at Paige, at the tears beading at her waterline, the clear anticipation and nervousness and unfiltered love in her eyes. Tess watches a soft smile spread across Paige’s face as she finally asks the question she’s been waiting to hear for years. “Tess Kennedy, will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

Tess doesn’t even have to think about it. She sinks down across from Paige, throwing her arms around her neck and pulling her in for a bone-crushing hug. “Oh my fucking God,” she murmurs, not even feelingly slightly ashamed as she soaks Paige’s sweater with her tears. Paige wraps her arms around her middle, pulling her close tightly as she laughs.

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes, Paige,” she stresses, barely resisting an eye roll when Paige’s face lights up, simultaneously melting with relief. “I told you I wanted to marry you almost four years ago. You really thought my answer was gonna change?”

Paige huffs, amused, as she slides the ring onto Tess’s finger. The candlelight reflects beautifully off it. The ring is gorgeous but Tess can’t keep her eyes off of Paige, whose eyes shine with tears and gratitude. “Just wanted to hear you say it.” Her tone is gentle but also a little smug. “Tess Kennedy wants to marry me,” she sing-songs.

Tess rolls her eyes fully as she and Paige stand up. “You literally got down on one knee and asked, you jerk,” she retorts, reaching up to cup Paige’s cheek and brushing away one of her tears. Her voice is soft despite her words, which makes Paige laugh as she grabs Tess by her wrist and presses a kiss to her open palm, her smile bright and fully enamored. Then, a realization dawns on Tess and she groans, pressing her forehead into Paige’s shoulder. “Oh my God. Is this what you were so nervous about last week? Not free agency?”

Paige laughs, a sound straight from the belly as she wraps her arms around Tess’s shoulders. “I didn’t lie. I was a little nervous about free agency, but I was a lot more nervous for this. Knew you’d say yes – you’re in love with me and shit –”

“And shit?” Tess asks, shaking her head.

Paige nudges her. “Just wanted to make it perfect for you,” she admits, all teasing gone from her tone. “Told you I had to make it worth your while.”

“It was perfect,” Tess says honestly. “You could have asked me anywhere, anytime, and I would say yes. I love you. But I did really like the pictures.”

Paige pulls back to grin at her. “Thought you would,” she murmurs, leaning down to kiss her gently. “I love you, too. Is it too early to call you Mrs. Bueckers?”

Tess pushes her away with a hand to her chest, affronted. “For the record, we’re hyphenating,” she declares. “Mrs. and Mrs. Bueckers-Kennedy.”

“Might not fit on the jerseys,” Paige goads.

“We’re gonna win the Valkyries a couple of championships,” Tess says. “They’re going to have so much money they’ll figure out how to get our names together on the jerseys.”

Paige smiles again. “That works for me,” she says, softer this time. She presses her lips to Tess’s again, pulling her flush against her body, enveloping her in a warmth she’s content to feel for the rest of her life. Tess grins against her, but Paige responds with a smile of her own, not minding, only holding her tighter.

She doesn’t know how to explain it – this overwhelming happiness. She’s engaged – oh my God, she’s fucking engaged; her parents are going to lose their mind – and she has everything she’s ever wanted. That much was true years ago when she had her natty wins and her girlfriend, but now? She has her fiance and the promise of a future together, on the same team, in the same house in the Bay, and all she really knows is that she can’t wait to walk down that aisle whenever the time comes.

[dojunie]

dojun wip update with snippets...!

→ swimming for dummies; ljn

current wc: 30k

est finished wc: possibly 40k… and… and i’m already working on a part 2…

info update: in my top 3 as far as writing priority goes, stuck in a mental block with the last scene before the ‘ending’ (also possible retitle incoming lol)

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→ misdial; ljn

current wc: 58k

est finished wc: 70k-75k

info update: again, very big writers block, i’m realizing that i don’t actually like the current trajectory of this plot so im struggling between rewriting it completely or trying to fandangle what i DO like about it into a something that makes more realistic sense

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→ misdial, the lake house; njm

current wc: 24k

est finished wc: 35K

info update: high prio! i’m having fun writing this so it’s coming to me easier. no current writers block, just a little hard to sit down and concentrate…

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→ courtside; ljn or njm (itwd retitle/rewrite)

current wc: 61k

est finished wc: 80k-90k

info update: still my pride and joy. this is not coming any time soon LOL, but i am actually having a lot of fun with this one too… struggling between maybe posting the first chapter and seeing how it does (but worrying about people getting bored waiting between updates…) or sucking it up and waiting to post it only until its completely finished (which will be in 2026 by this rate…)

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and, secretly, a new contender to the board…

→ overnight gamer; ldh

current wc: 31k

est finished wc: girl idk. rough ballpark, 50k, but that sounds like wishful thinking even to me

info update: not really an update bc i’ve never posted about this on here before but here is half the reason i’ve been so slow with working on everything else… hello, gamer haechan brainrot!

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authors note: so! hello my friends :D i've been mia for a little bit because every time i go away for a while i get nervous to come back LOL but... i've been writing! so i thought it might be nice to post a little update so you all don't think i've died or anything

[madamechrissy]

haiii absolutely NO rush whatsoever, but how many chapters do you think that Baby You’re a Star will be?^^

Heyy love, I would say at least six to eight chapters so you're looking at 60-80k ish wc ;) Because I am keeping each chap at 10k! <3 They have a lot that will go on - next chap is when we're tapping into some angst for the lovesick fools

[secret-third-thing]

17! tell me everything 👀

God fears me for my process is fucking biblical.

Also link to post if people want to play <3

Please note this is for fanfic. My original fiction process has EVEN MORE STEPS AHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA.

Step 1: Be absolutely overwhelmed with an idea. I know an idea is worth writing when it pesters me enough that it intrudes when I'm doing other things or writing other stories. If it doesn't, I send it to the plot bunny graveyard. Get fucked.

Step 2: Let it cook. That's right. Every idea has to cook a little bit. It decides when it's time for plotting. Sometimes it's an immediate plotting situation, sometimes it cooks for a year or two.

Step 3: Write down some key points. What do I wanna have happen? This is to help me figure out scope. I am much better at looking at an idea and sussing out how long it's gonna be. I categorize it into one of the following categories

Baby (under 3k)

Big Baby (3-5k)

Solid Oneshot (5-10k)

We're pretending this is a one shot (10-17k)

Normal Mult-chap (17k-50k)

Danger zone (50-80k)

Chonky Monster (80k+)

Absolute Unit (150k+)*

Someone help me I've fallen (200+)*

*my pet peeve is fics that go on forever when they should have just ended. YOU NEED TO PLOT BETTER. jk it's fanfic do whatever you want.

This step is done partially for fun and partially because it helps me figure out how many beats and scenes I need.

Step 4: I decide on a target word count (I'm good at guessing. I'm usually within 15% of my est wc when I finish) and then I fill out my math sheet that I made while I was bored and unemployed last year. It basically estimates how many scenes I need assuming scenes average at 1200-1500. And then it divides those scenes into acts and then it tells me how many scenes per point in the save the cat outline. 😂 If people want it they have to slide into my dms and ask me nicely + compliment eris and/or beron. Ideally both.

Step 5: Time to fill out the main beats of the outline! Yay! This takes X days, which is to say it takes the time it needs.

Step 5b: If I have multi povs, I do this process for every pov

Step 5c: Then I weave the povs together - which beats can be shared? etc

Step 6: Write out every scene I plan on writing 🫡 I know exactly what's happening and the intended outcome. Yay!

Step 7: Work on something else. This story needs to cook a bit.

Step 8: Come back and see how I feel about the story. Then I do this scene analysis thing where I ensure that my scenes are covering different elements of craft so we are as efficient as possible. If a scene does not accomplish a goal, I yeet it. This is KEY. I'm not gonna type it all out here partially because it's long/complicated and partially cause the mentor who taught me it, asked me to keep it vague since she's worked hard to cultivate her mentorship guidance and process.

Step 9: I make scene tweaks. If my outline has gaps, I cry about it and then radically accept it'll come to me later.

Step 9b: Sometimes I shop the outline around and make revisions based on feedback.

Step 10: Draft. But only when I want to. I don't brute force shit anymore. (I've been writing the full fic first before posting this time around) But yes. Write the full damn first draft. This takes however long it takes.

Step 11: Set it aside and do anything else, ideally not writing related. Watch movies, play games, go to an art museum.

Step 12: Revision time!!! YAY! Read through the entire fic. Write down allllll my horrible little thoughts about it. teehee.

Step 13: Re-outline. Really see what the story actually is. Decide if I need to rewrite anything.

Step 13b: do any necessary rewrites. cry about it1!!

Step 14: Revise POV/ Voice

Step 15: Revise Character

Step 16: Revise Plot again if needed

Step 17: Scene level edits (world building, descriptions, dialogue, details whatever)

Step 18: Now it's time for beta!!! Please cry clap. Depending on the posting situation (event week vs whenever) I may just do one chapter instead of the full fic.

Step 19: NOW do the edits! Again!

Step 19b: Send to betas again for feedback. Edit again. Repeat indefinitely.

Step 20: Grammar pass!!!

Step 21: Beta pass 2 (usually just a sign off that im not insane)

Step 22: Dark Night of the Soul. I grieve. I wonder if this is any good. And then by the end of brooding, I'm feeling a little evil.

Step 23: Post and give very little shits about kudos etc because they mean nothing and I know I'm fucking awesome. (you are too btw.)

Step 24: Kill God.*

Step 25: Become God.*

*Sorry these last two steps are for me only.

Hope this helps!

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In The End 1

»Summary: Han Y/n, hailing from a prominent family in Seoul, returns to South Korea after years abroad. Amid her family's internal power struggle for their hotel empire, Y/n's disinterest in the chairman position disrupts the status quo. A mysterious phone call prompts her return, marking a turning point. As she confronts her arranged marriage to Min Yoongi, a once-fancied childhood crush, the stark reality sets in. The contrast between her youthful fantasies and the complex man he has become introduces unforeseen chaos.

»pairing: Husband! Yoongi x Wife! reader

»genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Angst,

»wc/date: 14.3k | September 2023

» warnings: Angst, Yoongi is cold, the reader is cold but eventually opens up and is very independent, arguing, sibling rivalry, Parental violence (not a lot, but did want to add that beforehand. If you do not want to read, all italicized part is where you can skip)

»note: I'm very excited for this fic as I'm about 80k words deep. But disclaimer beforehand. Once I have the next part fully edited, that is when it will be posted. AS WELL, I have soft launched some new stuff coming soon which you can read the description for each in my new Masterlist! I hope you all enjoy, 'In The End',

»  m.list | Taglist | Thoughts? Comments? Concerns

»Teaser

Han Y/n gazed out of the window, her eyes tracing the intricate lines of Seoul's skyline as the plane began its descent. The familiar landscape filled her with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. It had been years since she had set foot in South Korea, and even longer since she had last been in Seoul, her hometown.

As the plane touched down and taxied towards the terminal, memories flooded her mind. The scent of her mother's cooking, the laughter of her siblings echoing through the corridors of their sprawling estate, and the warmth of her father's guidance – all of it seemed like distant echoes from a life she had left behind.

Han Y/n, the eldest in the Han family, stood at the pinnacle of the family hierarchy. Her father, Han Ji-Min, had built an empire that loomed large over South Korea's corporate landscape. The Marblegold Group was more than just a conglomerate; it was a behemoth, a sprawling empire with tentacles that extended into numerous industries.

At its heart was the Marblegold Hotel, a towering symbol of opulence and prestige in the heart of Busan. But the Marblegold Group's reach went far beyond hospitality. It was a multifaceted business entity, a franchise that encompassed an array of enterprises. Under the Marblegold Group umbrella were shopping centers that rivaled the world's finest, clothing stores that set fashion trends, and an assortment of retail outlets that catered to the desires of the elite.

It was a true economic powerhouse, a name that commanded respect and awe in the business world. And at the center of it all was the battle for control, the quest for the coveted chairman position, the throne of the Han empire.

Of Y/n's siblings and herself, each of them brought their unique talents and ambitions to the table, and their father's approval hung in the balance. The competition was fierce, a high-stakes game played on the grandest of stages, where the winner would wield unparalleled influence over the Han family's vast empire.

However, she had chosen a different path and her sole focus wasn't on gaining the chairman position of Marblegold. After leaving behind the opulent halls of her family's estate for the bustling streets of New York at such a young age, Y/n stayed to completing her undergraduate studies, and Master's in Business Administration. The allure of independence and the thrill of carving her own path had kept her away from home for far longer than she had initially planned.

But now, as the plane came to a complete stop and the seatbelt sign blinked off, Y/n knew that her journey had come full circle. She had received a phone call a few days ago – a call that had jolted her out of her American routine and thrust her back into the world she had left behind. It was her father's voice on the other end, grave and unyielding, informing her of a family emergency that required her immediate presence.

Han Y/n stepped onto the tarmac from the private family jet, her attire a seamless blend of luxury and American style with a touch of modest Korean elegance. The meticulously curated ensemble exuded a quiet confidence that spoke of her years abroad in the United States.

She wore a tailored ivory pantsuit crafted from the finest silk, the jacket expertly cut to accentuate her figure while maintaining a professional edge. The slim-fit trousers elongated her legs, and the subtle sheen of the fabric caught the sunlight, creating an ethereal glow around her. The crisp lines of the suit were juxtaposed by a pastel peach silk blouse with a high neckline, embracing her Korean roots while adopting a hint of Western refinement.

Her accessories were subtle yet unmistakably opulent. A delicate gold necklace adorned her neck, its pendant glinting as it caught the light. The matching gold bracelet on her wrist whispered of her family's affluence. A pair of understated pearl earrings lent a touch of classic elegance, while her fingers showcased an heirloom ring that spoke of generations of Han family heritage.

Y/n's choice of footwear combined comfort and style – a pair of sleek nude pumps that added height without sacrificing practicality. Her hair, long and glossy, was swept into a sophisticated updo that showcased her delicate features and the graceful curve of her neck.

Though she exuded an air of confidence, her outfit was a reflection of her individuality – a blend of cultures and experiences that had shaped her. As she made her way through the airport terminal, her steps were purposeful, her head held high. People turned their heads, drawn by her commanding presence and the seamless fusion of elegance from both sides of the world. The whispers of silk, the glint of gold, and the aura of poise all came together to paint a portrait of Han Y/n – a woman who carried herself with the regality of her heritage, the assurance of her education, and the strength of her determination.

Y/n retrieved her carry-on bag from the overhead compartment and joined the stream of passengers disembarking the plane. She could feel a mixture of emotions swirling within her – uncertainty, apprehension, but also a strange sense of curiosity. She had been away for so long, and her family dynamics had undoubtedly evolved during her absence.

Walking through the airport terminal, Y/n's steps were steady, her demeanor composed. She had learned to carry herself with a certain poise in the corporate world, a skill that served her well as she navigated the bustling crowd. As she approached the arrivals area, she could see a driver holding a sign with her name. She nodded in acknowledgment, her heart starting to race as she realized that this was it – the moment of her return.

"Wow, Mr. Gu, you look like you haven't aged a day," she remarked with a warm smile as she approached the driver. It was true; Mr. Gu had been the family driver for as long as she could remember, and he still had the same kind eyes and friendly smile.

Mr. Gu's face lit up with genuine delight as he bowed respectfully. "Welcome back, Miss Y/n. It's wonderful to have you home."

The drive to the family estate was a mix of familiarity and novelty. The streets of Seoul had changed in subtle ways, but the essence of the city remained unchanged. Y/n's gaze drifted over familiar landmarks, each one bringing back a rush of memories. She could hardly believe that so much time had passed since she last walked these streets.

The sprawling mansion came into view, surrounded by meticulously landscaped gardens and the imposing gates that had always separated the Hans from the outside world. As the car pulled up to the entrance, Y/n felt a surge of memories rush back to her.

She stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on the grand entrance of her childhood home. The ornate doors opened before her, and she was met with the sight of her family gathered in the lavish foyer. Her three siblings stood before her – Han Ji-Woon, the determined and driven elder son; Han Soo-Min, the shrewd and calculating second daughter; and Han Tae-Jun, the charismatic and charming younger son. They were all dressed impeccably, exuding an air of authority and ambition.

"Noona, you're finally back!" Ji-Woon exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and relief. He stepped forward and enveloped her in a tight hug.

Y/n smiled, returning his hug warmly. "It's good to see you, Ji-Woon. It's been too long."

Soo-Min's gaze was appraising as she looked Y/n up and down. "You've certainly adapted well to the Western style," she commented, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Y/n chuckled, not missing the subtle challenge in her sister's words. "Well, living in New York does that to you. How have things been here?"

Tae-Jun grinned, his charm evident as always. "Oh, you know, the usual power struggles and corporate drama. You've missed quite a bit, Noona."

Y/n glanced between her siblings, sensing an undercurrent of tension beneath their greetings. It was as if her return had disrupted the delicate balance of power that had settled in her absence. She knew her siblings well, and she could read the guarded expressions in their eyes.

Soo-Min's smile, while polite, carried an edge of rivalry. Ji-Woon's grip on her arm tightened almost imperceptibly, a sign that he was not entirely thrilled by her return. Even Tae-Jun's easygoing demeanor seemed forced, his charm masking deeper emotions.

Y/n's smile remained poised, but she couldn't ignore the subtle tension. "I've heard bits and pieces about the family dynamics from afar. I can only imagine the drama," she said with a soft chuckle, attempting to diffuse the tension.

Soo-Min's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "You have no idea."

Ji-Woon's tone held a note of challenge. "It's a different world now. You've been away for a long time."

Tae-Jun chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. "But we're all here now, together again. Let's make the most of it."

The atmosphere remained charged as they exchanged pleasantries and caught up on each other's lives. The uneasy undertone persisted, each sibling subtly jockeying for position, their ambition for the chairman position palpable. Y/n navigated the conversation with grace, recognizing the underlying tensions that had simmered to the surface.

Soo-Min's words carried an edge as she inquired, "So, Unnie, have you finally come back to stake a claim in the family business?"

Y/n's smile remained serene. "I'm here for family, Soo-Min. That's always been my priority."

Ji-Woon's gaze turned piercing as he remarked, "Family is important, but so is commitment. Some of us have been carrying the weight of this business on our shoulders."

Tae-Jun interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, let's not turn this into a confrontation right away. We've all missed Y/n, and I'm sure there's plenty of time for serious discussions later."

Y/n nodded, appreciating Tae-Jun's attempt to ease the tension. But deep down, she knew that her return had sent shockwaves through the carefully constructed power dynamics within the family. She was a wildcard, a variable they hadn't accounted for – a successful woman who had built her own life far from the corridors of power in Seoul.

Y/n navigated the subtle tension that clung to the air, her siblings' scrutinizing gazes like a weight upon her shoulders.

"Where's Father?" she inquired with a measured tone, her gaze shifting between Ji-Woon, Soo-Min, and Tae-Jun.

Ji-Woon's expression was guarded as he replied, "He's in his study. Probably reviewing some important documents."

Soo-Min's eyes held a spark of curiosity, her tone laced with skepticism. "Why do you want to see Father so urgently, Y/n? It's not like you've been in a hurry to return home all these years."

Y/n met her sister's gaze evenly, not betraying any hint of her true motives. "There are matters that I need to discuss with him. Family matters."

Tae-Jun, always one to ease tensions, interjected with a grin, "Well, we wouldn't want to keep you from those pressing family matters, would we? Go on, see Father. We'll catch up later."

As Y/n turned to leave her siblings, she heard them exchange hushed comments under their breath, their snarky remarks echoing in the hallway. She couldn't help but smile at the realization that despite the years that had passed, some things remained unchanged.

"Always the mysterious one, our Y/n," Soo-Min's voice dripped with sarcasm, and Ji-Woon let out a chuckle that seemed more mocking than genuine.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, turning to face her siblings with an arched eyebrow. "And you two? Still as competitive as ever, I see."

Tae-Jun grinned, attempting to defuse the tension. "Come on, don't be too hard on them. It's just been a while since our parents have seen the eldest daughter return from the distant lands of America."

Y/n's lips curved into a sly smile. "Ah, yes. The prodigal daughter returns, and the siblings gather like vultures sensing fresh prey."

Ji-Woon's tone grew serious. "You can't deny that your sudden return has raised questions, Y/n. We've all been through a lot since you left."

Y/n's gaze met Ji-Woon's, and she could see the underlying challenge in his eyes. "I never claimed to be ignorant of the past. But as for my return, you can believe whatever you wish."

Soo-Min's voice turned icy. "We know you too well, Y/n. You've always been the one who manages to escape the family drama while we deal with the consequences."

Tae-Jun, sensing the escalating tension, chimed in, "Let's not start a fight right now. We're all here together after so long. Can't we enjoy a moment of peace?"

Y/n's smile remained enigmatic, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and resolve. "You're right, Tae-Jun. We should cherish this moment. After all, who knows what the future holds?"

With that, she turned and continued down the hallway, leaving her siblings to exchange puzzled glances. As their voices faded behind her, she found herself reflecting on the web of emotions that had always characterized their relationships. The competitive spirit, the simmering rivalries, and the unspoken desires – they were all woven into the fabric of their family dynamics.

Just as Y/n was lost in her thoughts, she heard a warm voice call her name. "Miss Y/n."

Turning, she saw the head maid, Seo Mi-Young, approaching with a gentle smile. Y/n's face lit up, and she moved forward to embrace the older woman.

"Mi-Young, I've missed you," Y/n said, holding the embrace for a moment before pulling back. "How have you been?"

The head maid's eyes twinkled with affection. "I've been well, Miss Y/n. It's good to have you back."

Y/n nodded, feeling a surge of warmth. "Thank you. I'm glad to be back."

Mi-Young's gaze held a knowing depth as she looked at Y/n. "You've grown into a remarkable woman, Miss Y/n. I remember the young girl who used to follow me around, full of curiosity and spirit."

Y/n smiled, a fondness in her eyes. "Those were good times, Mi-Young. You were like a mother to me."

The head maid's smile deepened a hint of emotion in her eyes. "And you were like the daughter I never had."

As they spoke, Y/n could feel the years melting away, the familiarity of Mi-Young's presence wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She had spent countless hours with the head maid, learning about life, family, and responsibility. Mi-Young had been the one to guide her through her early years, nurturing her with wisdom and love.

Mi-Young cleared her throat gently. "Your parents are in the study. They've been waiting for your return."

Y/n nodded, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation stirring within her. "Thank you, Mi-Young. It's time I spoke to them."

Mi-Young's eyes held a mixture of understanding and support. "Remember, Miss Y/n, your path may have taken you far, but your roots are still here. Your parents love you, no matter how many miles separate you."

With a final smile, Y/n bid her farewell and followed Mi-Young through the corridors. Small talk flowed between them as they walked, the familiar rhythm of their conversations evoking a sense of nostalgia and comfort. Mi-Young's presence was a balm to her soul, a reminder of the family she had left behind.

Y/n stood before the door to her father's study, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The weight of the past, the years of separation, and the unspoken expectations hung heavily in the air, creating a tension that seemed almost tangible. She took a deep breath, summoned her resolve, and pushed the door open.

As the door swung open, Y/n's gaze met the sight of her parents seated across from each other – a juxtaposition of warmth and sternness. Her mother, elegant and regal, was the embodiment of grace and welcome. Her eyes lit up as she saw her eldest daughter enter, and a smile spread across her face.

"Y/n, you're finally here," her mother exclaimed, her voice carrying a mixture of joy and relief. She stood up and opened her arms, welcoming Y/n into an embrace that felt like a long-overdue homecoming.

Tears threatened to well up in Y/n's eyes, but she held them at bay. She allowed her mother to wrap her arms around her, standing there stiffly as if a stranger was hugging her. The embrace felt foreign, a reminder of the emotional distance that had always existed between them.

"Mother," Y/n said, her tone polite but distant. "It's been a while."

Her mother's hands tightened for a moment before she released Y/n, her smile faltering slightly. Y/n could see the hurt in her mother's eyes, a flicker of emotion that was quickly concealed.

"Indeed, it has," her mother replied, her voice taking on a more formal tone. "We're glad to have you back."

Y/n's gaze then turned to her father, his stern expression unyielding as ever. She offered a nod in acknowledgment, not bothering with any formalities. Her father's gaze held hers for a moment before he inclined his head in a brief nod.

"Y/n," he said, his voice as measured as ever.

"Father," she replied, her tone equally detached.

The tension in the room was palpable, an unspoken undercurrent that seemed to swirl around them. Y/n could feel the weight of unspoken questions, the expectations that had brought her back, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Her mother's voice broke the silence, her tone light yet with an undercurrent of concern. "Y/n, you've been away for so long. We've missed you."

Y/n's gaze shifted to her mother, and she offered a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes, Mother. It's been an interesting time."

Her mother's eyes softened, her worry evident. "There's much to catch up on. We'll have time to discuss everything."

Y/n nodded, her heart heavy with the knowledge that some conversations would be harder than others. The past, the present, and the future converged in this room, a space that held the echoes of years gone by and the promises of what was yet to come.

As they settled into the conversation, Y/n could feel the weight of her father's gaze upon her, his expectations unspoken yet ever-present. The tension remained, a reminder of the complexities that defined their relationships and the challenges that lay ahead. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if bracing for the decisions that would shape the future of the Han family – decisions that rested in the hands of a woman who had returned, carrying with her the echoes of her past and the hopes of a new beginning.

But as the conversation continued, her father's gaze remained unyielding, his words measured and businesslike. It was as if they were discussing a transaction rather than matters of family and heart. Y/n's mother excused herself with a warm smile, leaving Y/n alone with her father.

Once they were alone, her father stood up and walked to the window, his gaze fixed on the sprawling estate beyond. The tension seemed to thicken, the air heavy with unspoken words.

"Y/n," he began, his voice taking on a more solemn tone, "I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to return."

Y/n's heart raced as she nodded, her gaze fixed on her father's back. "Yes, Father. I must admit, I was surprised by the urgency of your call."

He remained silent for a moment, his eyes distant as if lost in thought. "You've been away for years, pursuing your education and your career. I've watched you from afar, proud of your accomplishments."

Y/n's confusion deepened. "Thank you, Father, but why call me back now?"

He turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "Y/n, you are the eldest daughter of this family. With that comes certain responsibilities."

Y/n furrowed her brows, uncertainty clouding her features. "Responsibilities? I've always carried out my duties as a Han."

Her father's gaze held hers, unyielding. "There is a matter that requires your attention, a matter of great importance to the family."

Y/n's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of her father's words. "What matter, Father?"

He sighed, the weight of his decision evident in his voice. "Y/n, you need to marry and bring an heir to this family."

The words hung in the air like a heavy cloak, and Y/n's heart skipped a beat. The implications of his statement settled over her like a storm cloud, the realization of what he was asking sinking in.

"Marriage?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... why now?"

Her father's gaze softened, a rare glimpse of emotion breaking through his stoic façade. "Y/n, as you well know, our family's legacy and our position in society are of utmost importance. We need a strong alliance to secure our future."

Y/n's mind raced, memories and emotions colliding in a whirlwind. The weight of tradition, the expectations of her family, and the choices she had made all seemed to converge in this moment.

Her father's gaze turned distant again as if he was recalling a distant memory. "You remember Min Yoongi, don't you?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, her mind flashing back to her childhood – the fleeting moments, the shared laughter, and the unspoken connection she had once felt with the young boy who had grown up to be the CEO of Min Tech Solutions.

"Min Yoongi," she murmured, her voice tinged with surprise. "Yes, I remember him."

Her father's gaze bore into hers, his tone measured. "He is a family friend, and he has agreed to enter into a marriage alliance with us. You two have known each other since childhood. Your union would not only strengthen our ties but also secure the future of our family legacy."

Y/n's thoughts spun, the gravity of the situation settling over her like a heavy fog.

Marry Min Yoongi?

The memories of their shared moments flashed through her mind – the laughter, the camaraderie, and the unspoken affection that had once existed between them. But those memories were from a time when life was simpler when the weight of family expectations and societal pressures had not yet fully taken hold.

"Father, I..." Y/n's voice faltered her emotions a tangle of uncertainty and conflicted feelings.

Her father's gaze held hers, his voice softening with a rare touch of empathy. "Y/n, I understand that this is not an easy. But you are the eldest daughter, and your role in the family is significant."

Y/n's mind raced, torn between her duty to her family and the desires of her heart. She had spent years building her own life, pursuing her dreams, and shaping her identity far from the confines of tradition. Now, faced with the weight of her father's expectations and the memories of a past connection, she found herself at a crossroads.

As the silence stretched between them, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her response. The decisions she would make in the coming days would shape not only her life but the lives of those around her. The legacy of the Han family, the echoes of tradition, and the complexities of her heart all converged in this moment, a moment that would define the course of her future.

-

Y/n sat alone in her newly decorated room, the gentle glow of the chandelier casting a soft light across the space. The room felt both familiar and foreign, a reflection of the changes she had undergone during her time abroad. The walls are now adorned with tasteful artwork and subdued colors, a departure from the vibrant hues of her youth. It was as though the room itself had grown up alongside her.

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Y/n winced as she dabbed at the small cut on her cheek. The wound wasn't deep, but its sting seemed to reverberate throughout her being. She had spent hours crying, her tears a mixture of anger, frustration, and a profound sense of betrayal.

As she gently applied the antiseptic ointment, Y/n couldn't help but replay the argument with her father in her mind. The coldness in his eyes, the way his voice had cut through the air like a blade – it was an image that was etched into her memory. She had never seen him so consumed by rage, and it chilled her to the bone.

Tears welled up in her eyes again as she thought about the lack of remorse in his expression, the way he seemed more concerned with maintaining his authority than with the pain he had caused her. It was as though their relationship had been reduced to a mere transaction, a business deal to secure their family's legacy.

Her gaze shifted to the photograph on her nightstand – a snapshot from her time in New York, surrounded by friends who had become her chosen family. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the carefree days, the nights spent exploring the city, and the laughter that had been a constant companion.

Y/n sighed heavily, her reflection in the mirror mirroring her inner turmoil. She never thought her life would turn out like this. Yes, she understood the weight of her family's wealth and status, the expectations that came with it. But the reality of her situation – the callousness of her own father's request, the resentment from her siblings who saw her return as a threat – was a bitter pill to swallow.

She wished she could go back to the days when her dreams were simpler when her biggest concern was whether Min Yoongi would ever notice her, the boy with the captivating smile who had once occupied her prepubescent fantasies. But reality had a way of shattering such illusions, revealing the harsh truths that lay beneath.

Dressed in a silk robe, Y/n let out a shaky breath and turned away from the mirror. She walked to the window, gazing out at the night sky. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled within her heart.

Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against the cool glass. She wished she had ignored that phone call from her father, wished she had stayed in New York where she had forged her own path, far away from the suffocating expectations of her family. But now, she was back in Korea, caught in a web of obligations and traditions that seemed to tighten around her with every passing moment.

Y/n knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. The wounds on her cheek would heal, but the wounds within her heart – the fractures in her relationship with her family, the shattered dreams of a love that had turned into a cruel twist of fate – those wounds would take time to mend.

As she stood lost in her thoughts, a gentle knock on the door startled her. Y/n turned, her eyes meeting the concerned gaze of Mi-Young, the head maid who had been a steadfast presence in her life since childhood. The years hadn't changed Mi-Young much; her hair had turned a little grayer, but her eyes still held the same warmth and care that Y/n remembered.

But as Mi-Young's gaze fell on the cut on Y/n's cheek, her professional demeanor dropped entirely. Without hesitation, she rushed forward, her hands cupping Y/n's face in a loving manner. She inspected the wound carefully, her expression a mix of worry and tenderness.

"Oh, my dear child," Mi-Young murmured, her voice a mixture of concern and affection. "You shouldn't be handling this alone."

Y/n managed a small, reassuring smile as she reached up to touch Mi-Young's hand. "It's not too bad, Mi-Young. Just a scratch."

Mi-Young's eyes searched Y/n's face, concern still evident in her features. Before she could say anything, Y/n's fingers tightened gently on her wrist. She seemed torn between her role as a servant and her genuine care for the young woman she had watched grow up. Before she could say anything,

"I promise you, I'm okay," Y/n reassured her, her voice soft but determined. "But what's going on, Mi-Young? Why did you come?"

Mi-Young took a step back, her hands folding neatly in front of her. "Your future husband and his family will be attending later on this week as well as a dress fitting scheduled to prepare for the dinner," she said, her tone shifting back to her professional demeanor.

A heaviness settled in Y/n's chest at the reminder of the looming arranged marriage. She nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before she looked back at Mi-Young.

Y/n's heart sank even further. The reality of the situation was closing in on her, suffocating her with its weight. She managed a small nod, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to navigate the days ahead.

"Miss Y/n," Mi-Young's voice was gentle, "I know this is difficult. But remember, you are stronger than you think. You've faced challenges before, and you've come out of them even more resilient."

A tear finally escaped Y/n's eye, and she wiped it away with a frustrated sigh. "Within twelve hours of being back, I'm already thrust back into this toxic environment. I'm just supposed to be okay with it."

Mi-Young's arms encircled Y/n in a warm embrace, offering a silent understanding. "I know it's not easy, my dear. But you have the strength to face whatever comes your way. And remember, I'm here for you, just like I always have been."

Y/n's grip tightened on Mi-Young's embrace as she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability. She let her guard down, allowing the tears to flow as she clung to the one person who had always shown her unwavering kindness and love.

Mi-Young held her close, a motherly figure providing comfort in a world that felt so overwhelming. "It's okay to feel upset, Y/n. Your feelings are valid. But don't forget the resilient spirit you've carried with you since you were a child."

Y/n's voice trembled as she spoke, her emotions raw and unfiltered. "I just... I already want to go back to New York. I miss the life I had there, where I was free to be myself without all these expectations."

Mi-Young pulled back slightly to meet Y/n's gaze, her eyes filled with compassion. "I understand, my dear. But remember, you can still be yourself, even in the midst of these challenges. It may be a different path, but it's still yours to shape."

A tear rolled down Y/n's cheek as she looked into Mi-Young's eyes, a mix of gratitude and sadness. "Thank you, Mi-Young. Your words mean more to me than you'll ever know."

Mi-Young smiled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/n's face. "I want to see you happy."

Y/n's heart swelled at Mi-Young's words, a rush of warmth replacing the ache within her. She leaned into the embrace once more, finding solace in Mi-Young's unwavering presence. "Thank you."

"And, Miss Y/n," Mi-Young hesitated, her eyes softening once again. "I've been informed that arrangements have been made to move all your belongings into the Han mansion."

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "Move my things? But I never..."

She trailed off, realizing that her father was likely behind this decision. The idea of living under the same roof as her family was suffocating. She needed space, a place where she could breathe and be herself.

"Thank you, Mi-Young," Y/n said softly, her voice tinged with gratitude. "But I won't be moving into the Han mansion. I've already made arrangements to move into a penthouse. I need my own space."

Mi-Young's eyes widened slightly, but then a knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Of course, Miss Y/n. I'll make sure your wishes are conveyed."

As Mi-Young turned to leave, Y/n reached out and gently touched her arm. "Mi-Young, thank you. Thank you for always being here for me."

Mi-Young's smile grew warmer. "It's my honor, Miss Y/n. Remember, no matter where you are, you always have a family here."

With those words, Mi-Young left the room, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts once again. As she stared out the window into the night, the weight of her decisions and the uncertainty of her future pressed heavily upon her.

-

The Han family mansion exuded opulence, every detail meticulously designed to exalt their stature. The grand chandeliers bathed the room in a soft, warm glow, illuminating the surroundings with an air of luxury that befitted the family's reputation. In the midst of this refined setting, Han Y/n stood poised, an embodiment of grace and elegance.

Y/n wore a floor-length gown made of a rich burgundy fabric that flowed elegantly, adorned with intricate embroidery that traced delicate patterns along the edges. The dress hugged her figure in all the right places, the off-shoulder neckline adding a touch of sophistication. The traditional elements of the gown were seamlessly blended with a modern silhouette, reflecting her unique blend of heritage and contemporary flair.

As she descended the grand staircase, the soft rustle of the fabric accompanied each step, a symphony of poise and confidence. Her dark hair was swept up in an elaborate bun, adorned with delicate pins that glimmered like stars against the night sky. A pair of elegant diamond earrings caught the light, framing her face with a subtle, radiant glow.

The dinner was set to take place in the family's opulent dining room, a space that had witnessed countless meetings and celebrations over the years. Y/n took her place at the table, next to her father who occupied the head of the table. Her mother and siblings were arranged on the other side – Han Ji-Woon, Han Soo-Min, and Han Tae-Jun.

As Y/n settled into her seat, the atmosphere was charged with an undercurrent of tension. Her father's presence at the head of the table was a stark reminder of his authority and the power dynamics within the family.

The staff moved with practiced grace, bringing out dish after dish in a perfectly choreographed dance. The staff moved around the table, pouring wine and attending to each family member's needs. Their presence was an unspoken reminder of the family's status and the rigid hierarchies that defined their lives.

As the first course was served, the silence was broken by the sound of Soo-Min's voice, laced with a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "My, my, Unnie. What a lovely fashion statement you're making with that cut on your cheek. It's positively daring."

Y/n met her sister's gaze, her annoyance barely concealed. "And what's that supposed to mean, Soo-Min?"

Soo-Min's smirk was evident, her words laced with provocation. "Oh, nothing much. Just wondering if it's the latest trend to showcase your independence."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "You know that's not why it's there."

Soo-Min's scoff was barely contained. "Oh, I'm well aware. I'm just curious how you acquired such a daring accessory."

Y/n's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Believe me, it's none of your business."

Soo-Min's smile turned into a sly grin. "Oh, come now, Y/n. Are you trying to hide something from us? Did someone give you that cut, or did you give it to yourself for a bit of attention?"

The accusation hung in the air like a challenge, and Y/n's resolve hardened. "You really have a knack for twisting things, don't you? Unlike you, Soo-Min, I don't have to resort to such tactics for attention."

Soo-Min's smile didn't waver, her eyes locking onto Y/n's. "Is that so? It's just interesting that you've returned after all these years with a sudden need for our family's spotlight."

She could feel her father's eyes on her, his attention heightened by the tense atmosphere. With a calm that belied the turmoil within, Y/n's retort was sharp. "Not that it's any of your concern, Soo-Min, but I accidentally nicked myself."

The retort held a subtle edge, a reminder that Y/n was no longer the compliant older sister who would silently endure the barbs of her family. The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, the tension palpable as Y/n's words hung in the air.

Soo-Min's lips curved into a sardonic smile, her eyes narrowing as their gazes locked. The exchange carried an unspoken challenge, a clash of wills that simmered beneath the polished surface of their interactions.

Ji-Woon's voice, smooth as silk but laced with an undertone of rivalry, cut in. "Must we engage in this petty banter, especially tonight of all nights?"

Tae-Jun's infectious charm seemed to counter the growing tension, his voice lighthearted. "Come on, let's not dampen the mood. We're all here as a family, right?"

Their mother, elegant and composed, cleared her throat softly. Her gentle but firm voice carried a hint of caution. "Let's remember the purpose of this gathering. We are here to celebrate Y/n's return"

But the unspoken tensions lingered, threatening to boil over at any moment. Y/n could feel the weight of her father's gaze on her, a reminder that their actions were being scrutinized.

As Soo-Min opened her mouth, a tense argument looming on the horizon, their mother's hand on her arm silenced her. A subtle but stern gaze passed between them, and Soo-Min subsided, albeit begrudgingly.

Ji-Woon leaned forward, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Of course, Mother. How could we forget the importance?"

Soo-Min shot him a look of annoyance, her sharp retort quick on her tongue. "Oh, don't pretend like you're not eager for the chairman position yourself, Oppa."

Y/n watched the back-and-forth with a mixture of frustration and resignation. It was a familiar dance, one they had engaged in countless times before – a competition for their father's favor, a rivalry fueled by their shared ambition. As the siblings' bickering continued, the room seemed to crackle with tension, an electric charge that threatened to ignite at any moment.

Tae-Jun, ever the peacemaker, attempted to intervene. "Hey, can we please just enjoy this dinner and put our differences aside for once?"

But Soo-Min's retort was swift and biting. "It's easy for you to say, Tae-Jun. You don't have to prove yourself like the rest of us."

Soo-Min's lips curled into a half-smile, the tension between them simmering beneath the surface. The exchange didn't go unnoticed by their father, whose eyes bore into Y/n with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine.

"Enough," her father's voice cut through the air, his words curt and commanding. The table fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of his authority hanging over them.

Y/n shifted her gaze to her plate, her appetite diminished by the atmosphere that had settled over the room. She could feel her father's gaze lingering on her, a reminder of the expectations that loomed over her. Despite the elaborate surroundings and the lavish meal before her, she felt trapped in a web of obligations and familial pressures.

Ji-Woon, the elder son, cleared his throat, his voice carrying an air of self-assuredness. "Father, I've been considering ways to expand our hotel chain into international markets. I believe this move would significantly boost our revenue."

Y/n's father nodded approvingly, his attention shifting from Y/n to Ji-Woon. "Continue your research, Ji-Woon. We need to maintain our stronghold in the industry."

Soo-Min's voice cut in, her tone calculating. "And what about Y/n, Father? She's been away for years. Will she now be contributing her ideas for the company?"

The tension in the room escalated, the underlying rivalry between the siblings palpable. Y/n met Soo-Min's gaze, her eyes holding a mixture of defiance and weariness. "Soo-Min, if I recall correctly, your concern for my involvement seems rather sudden."

Soo-Min's smile was sharp, her words laced with a hint of condescension. "Well, we all know that you've been enjoying your freedom abroad while the rest of us have been working diligently to uphold the family's legacy."

The atmosphere grew increasingly strained, the unspoken animosities simmering just beneath the surface. Y/n's father interjected, his voice firm. "Enough of this. We are family, and we should be supporting each other's efforts, not tearing each other down."

Tae-Jun attempted to diffuse the tension with a charismatic grin. "Father's right. Let's focus on the future and the opportunities that lie ahead."

Their mother, who had remained silent, finally spoke up, her voice carrying a note of warmth. "This dinner is meant to celebrate Y/n's return to Korea. Let's not allow disagreements to overshadow this moment."

Tae-Jun seized the opportunity to contribute positively. "Thank you, mom, you're very right. We should be celebrating as a family. Noona, we've missed you."

Y/n offered a small, genuine smile in return, appreciating her brother's attempt to ease the tension. "Thank you, Tae-Jun. I've missed all of you too."

Soo-Min, though less overtly hostile, couldn't resist a snide comment. "Yes, it's been such a long time since we've seen you, Y/n. We're eager to hear about your adventures in America."

Ji-Woon interjected with his characteristic charm, trying to lighten the mood. "Tell us, Y/n, did you meet any interesting people during your time abroad?"

Their mother, sensing the need to maintain harmony, directed the conversation towards less contentious topics. "Y/n, have you seen the new renovations we've done to the mansion? We wanted everything to be perfect for your return."

Y/n nodded, genuinely impressed by the tasteful changes made to the family home. "Yes, Mother, it's beautiful. You've done a wonderful job."

The staff, who had been discreetly observing the family dynamics, continued their duties with a quiet efficiency. The tension, though temporarily diffused, still lingered beneath the surface, a constant presence that defined the relationships within the Han family.

As the evening continued, the conversation shifted towards more neutral subjects – the family's business ventures, upcoming social events, and Y/n's future plans. Despite the efforts to maintain civility, the underlying currents of competition and ambition continued to simmer, a reflection of the complex web of relationships that bound the Han family together.

-

Min Yoongi strode into Min Tech Solutions, his steps echoing through the sleek, modern lobby of the towering building. Dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, his presence demanded attention. He was the embodiment of power and control, his cold demeanor only accentuating his status. To the employees, he was the enigmatic CEO of the company, known for his brilliance in technology and his strategic mind.

Behind him trailed his two closest friends—Jung Hoseok, his dedicated and efficient assistant, and Kim Seokjin, the charismatic head manager of the company. Despite their different roles, the trio had been inseparable since their school days, their camaraderie unbreakable.

As they made their way through the lobby, the employees paused in their tracks, bowing respectfully as Yoong passed by. It was a well-established ritual; a silent acknowledgment of his position. The private elevator beckoned at the far end of the lobby, its sleek doors sliding open upon their approach. Stepping inside, the trio was enveloped in the elevator's plush interior, a cocoon of silence and anticipation. It began its ascent, carrying them toward the upper echelons of the building, where the executive offices lay like a sanctum of innovation.

Hoseok leaned forward slightly, his tablet in hand, and began to brief Yoongi on the day's schedule. "Sir, you have a busy day ahead. First, a meeting with Kim Namjoon regarding artwork, followed by a suit fitting, dinner with your parents and brother."

Yoongi nodded along, his gaze focused on the numbers ticking up on the digital display. However, his attention snapped back to Hoseok as the next item on the agenda was mentioned.

"Lastly, you're supposed to contact your soon-to-be wife, Han Y/n."

Yoongi's brows furrowed, and he exchanged a puzzled glance with Seokjin. It was a rare occurrence for anything to surprise him, but this unexpected piece of information managed to do just that. He turned to Hoseok, a mix of disbelief and irritation evident in his voice. "What are you talking about?"

Seokjin chimed in, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah, Hoseok, what's this about a wife?"

Hoseok furrowed his brows, glancing down at his tablet again, as if the answer might have slipped onto the screen without his notice. "I... I'm not sure, Yoongi-hyung. It's on the schedule, but I wasn't informed of the details."

Seokjin leaned against the mirrored wall, his brows furrowing in contemplation. "This is unexpected, Yoongi. Are your parents aware of this?"

Yoongi's lips formed a thin line as he shook his head. "I have no idea. This is the first time I'm hearing about it."

Hoseok fiddled with his tablet, his brows knitting together as he tapped on the screen. "Wait a minute, let me check something."

As the elevator continued its climb, Hoseok's expression shifted from confusion to realization. He sucked in a sharp breath. "I think I know what might be happening."

Yoongi and Seokjin turned their attention to Hoseok, waiting for an explanation.

Hoseok looked up, his eyes locking with Yoongi's. "It looks like someone added this to your schedule without proper communication. And based on the timing, I have a strong feeling that this lunch with your family is more than just a casual gathering. I think they might be planning to discuss your marriage, Yoongi-hyung."

Seokjin shot Hoseok a look of disbelief. "Are you saying Yoongi is getting married? Without even knowing about it?"

Hoseok's expression mirrored Seokjin's incredulity. "I don't have any more information than what's on the schedule, guys. But if it's there, it seems to be something your parents are orchestrating."

The air in the elevator seemed to grow heavier with every passing second. Yoongi's eyes widened, his mind struggling to grasp the enormity of the revelation. Marriage? The notion seemed utterly foreign, especially given that he was entirely unaware of any such arrangement. His heart pounded, and his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.

Yoongi leaned against the elevator wall, his mind racing as he tried to process the information. "This doesn't make sense. I'm not even in a relationship, let alone engaged."

Seokjin let out a low whistle. "This is some next-level parental intervention."

The elevator chimed, indicating their arrival at the executive floor. The doors slid open, revealing the minimalist design of the top-level offices. Yoongi stepped out, his thoughts still in turmoil.

Seokjin's eyes widened in realization, his voice a mixture of awe and amusement. "Yoongi, you're the unsuspecting star of a real-life K-drama plot."

A rare quirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi's lips. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him, and the irony of being caught in his own storyline was almost amusing.

-

The sun had risen on a new day, casting its warm light across the bustling streets of Seoul. Amidst the city's vibrant energy, Y/n found herself seated in a familiar haven—a cozy Korean barbecue restaurant that held a wealth of memories. By her side were her steadfast companions, Jimin and Jungkook, the bonds of their friendship unyielding even across time zones and continents. The three of them had shared countless meals and memories over the years, and their bond remained as strong as ever despite the distance and time that had passed.

"Y/n, you're really trying to out-eat us today, huh?" Jungkook teased, his eyes dancing with amusement as he placed a piece of meat on the grill.

Y/n chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, you know I have to keep up with you two somehow."

Jimin chimed in with a playful grin. "Yeah, Jungkook's metabolism is like a black hole. I don't know where all that food goes."

Jungkook shot Jimin a mock-offended look. "Hey, watch it. I take offense to that."

The trio's camaraderie was palpable as they shared stories from their recent adventures. Just two months ago, both Jimin and Jungkook had been in New York for work, and they'd managed to catch up with Y/n despite their busy schedules. It was moments like these that bridged the gap between continents and reaffirmed their unbreakable bond.

Amid the friendly banter, Jimin's tone turned more serious as he leaned back in his chair, fixing his gaze on Y/n. "So, Y/n, you're the talk of Korea these days."

Y/n's eyes widened in feigned innocence. "What? Who told you that?"

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "Come on, Y/n. You know everyone's buzzing about your return. People are practically writing novels about it."

Y/n chuckled. She had expected her arrival to go relatively unnoticed, considering her family's business dealings and her complex relationship with them. Yet, both of her friend's words made her realize that her mere presence seemed to stir up interest and conversations all around.

"We're serious, everyone's been talking about you coming back," Jimin remarked with an amused grin.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? I didn't think it would be that big of a deal."

Jungkook chimed in, his playful smirk matching Jimin's. "Well, you've always been somewhat of an idol to people here. Even in the States, you managed to stay kind and down-to-earth despite your background."

“Idol?” Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm just me, guys. I don't get what the fuss is about."

Jimin pulled out his phone and tapped a few times before showing Y/n a news article with her picture. "Well, this might give you an idea."

Y/n took a glance at the article, her eyes widening slightly at the headline. "Seriously? They're writing articles about me coming back?"

Jimin grinned mischievously. "Oh, you're a hot topic right now."

Y/n shook her head, still finding it hard to believe. "It's weird, isn't it? I mean, I've been away for years. Why would people care?"

"Well, you're the eldest of your family, last I checked unless you have an older sibling no one knows about. And considering your family's reputation, your return might be seen as something significant." Jungkook leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "The eldest of the Han family returns after mysterious disappearance years ago, is it to save the Marblegold group? That kind headline does have is rather captivating.”

“Cut it out Jungkook,” Jimin says hitting his shoulder, “You can’t even spell captivating.”

Bucking towards Jimin, Jungkook was about to attack his hyung before both of their attention turns to Y/n as she sighed softly, her expression tinged with resignation. "Yeah, I guess so. The Han family isn't exactly known for its pristine reputation."

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a knowing look, their expressions showing sympathy for their friend's predicament. Y/n's family history was something they were familiar with, having known her since they were kids. Her complex relationship with her family was something they had witnessed firsthand.

Jimin, with his warm smile and easygoing demeanor, had carved a name for himself in the world of dance and choreography. His creativity and passion had led him to become a successful choreographer, working with renowned artists and creating captivating performances that resonated with audiences worldwide.

On the other hand, Jungkook's journey had taken him into the realm of gaming—a path that had led to immense success. Known as one of the biggest gamers in Korea, Jungkook had built a reputation for his skill, dedication, and charismatic presence. His online presence and gaming prowess had garnered him a dedicated fanbase and had solidified his status as a prominent figure in the gaming community.

As the conversation continued, the trio delved into deeper matters. Y/n found herself opening up about the whirlwind of events that had occurred within the first 24 hours of her return—her arranged marriage, the tension with her siblings, and the unfamiliar path that lay ahead.

Jimin's expression grew serious as he listened, and he leaned forward slightly. "Y/n, are you sure you’re okay withthis?"

Y/n offered a small smile, appreciating the concern in her friends' eyes. "Honestly, I don't know. It's a lot to take in, but I'll have to figure it out."

Jungkook chimed in, his tone gentle. "And this guy you're marrying, Yoongi. Is he someone you know? The name sounds familiar, like I can picture his face but I’m not sure from where."

Y/n's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as she thought about Yoongi. "Yeah, I actually knew him when we were kids."

Jimin raised an eyebrow playfully. "Is he the Yoongi you had a crush on?"

Y/n playfully swatted at Jimin's arm. "Cut it out, Jimin. But yes, it's the same Yoongi."

Jimin and Y/n shared a laugh at Jungkook's expense, who suddenly choked on a piece of meat from their barbecue feast. Y/n quickly passed him a glass of water, her concern evident as he coughed and sputtered.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Y/n asked, patting his back gently.

Jungkook finally managed to catch his breath, his face red from the coughing fit. He took a sip of water and shot a playful glare at Jimin. "You two are something else."

Jimin grinned sheepishly. "Hey, you're the one who couldn't handle the truth bomb."

Y/n chuckled, relieved to see Jungkook recovering. "Don't worry, Jungkook. We won't drop any more shocking news on you."

Jungkook shook his head with a dramatic sigh. "I should've known better than to eat while you two are talking."

Once the laughter subsided, Jimin turned the conversation towards a more serious topic. "Y/n, is there going to be an official statement about your sudden return and this marriage situation?"

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, her expression uncertain. "I don't know, guys. Honestly, I don't have control over these things. It's all happening so fast."

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting concern and sympathy. They had known Y/n long enough to understand the complexities of her family dynamics and the challenges she faced. Without saying a word, their supportive presence spoke volumes.

Jimin leaned forward, his expression concerned. "But are you at least going to stay with your parents until the wedding?"

Y/n shook her head, her eyes distant for a moment. "No, I'm not staying with them. I stayed with them last night, but my new penthouse should be ready this afternoon. Even when I'm married, I intend to have it as a place of solitude A place I can go to when I just need to be alone "

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his voice. "A penthouse? That's quite the upgrade."

Y/n chuckled softly. "Well, I guess the Han family name has its perks. But honestly, it's just a place to stay. I don't want to be in the middle of all the family drama."

Jimin nodded in understanding. "Can't blame you for that. Family dynamics can be... complicated."

Y/n's smile turned wistful, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You have no idea."

"So you're really going through with it? "Jungkook says, with a look of sympathy and his eyes. "The marriage?

Y/n sighs as she chews a piece of meat in her mouth before slowly nodding "I don't really have a choice in this."

Without uttering a word, their supportive presence spoke volumes, a testament to the deep bond they shared with Y/n. But just as they settled into a comfortable silence, Y/n noticed something out of the corner of her eye that drew her attention away from the heartfelt conversation.

Paparazzi.

The word alone held a weight that tugged at Y/n's composure. While she had always been adept at maintaining a cool demeanor, the unwelcome intrusion of cameras and attention had always unnerved her. Her return to Korea, marked by the chaos of her family's dynamics and the sudden arranged marriage, had plunged her right back into a spotlight she had never sought.

As if sensing the shift in Y/n's mood, Jungkook's gaze followed hers and found the source of her discomfort—the paparazzi gathered outside the restaurant. The awareness passed like a silent current between the three friends, momentarily casting a shadow over their carefree evening.

Jungkook leans in slightly, his tone gentle yet probing. As Y/n puts a hand up to cover her face, her hair moves behind her revealing the cut that she’s been hiding from them the whole time. "Hey, what happened to your cheek?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and she froze momentarily. Jimin's gaze sharpened, his concern growing. "Y/n, is everything okay? Was it your dad again?"

Her friends' perceptiveness sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. They had known her for so long that they could read her like an open book. She looked down, her fingers tracing the still-fresh cut on her cheek as if lost in thought.

-

After hearing her father's request, Y/n tried her best to hold back her emotions. The news hit her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling as though she was being treated like a pawn in a game. She had always known that her family's priorities lay heavily with the business and their status, but this was a blow she hadn't expected. Her emotions simmered beneath the surface as she struggled to maintain her composed facade.

"I don't get a choice in all this, do I?" Y/n's voice was steady, but the undertone of frustration was unmistakable.

Her father's silence was deafening. The lack of response fueled the growing agitation within her. The chill demeanor she had cultivated over the years began to crack, revealing the storm of emotions that raged beneath the surface.

"Is this what you've been planning all along?" Y/n's words were sharp, her voice laced with anger. "To use me as a means to boost your business? Because I'm not the son you wanted? Is that it?"

Her father's expression remained stoic, a mask that hid his true thoughts. The silence, the absence of denial, was a confirmation in itself. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place in a way that sent a surge of resentment coursing through her veins.

"You never cared about me, did you?" Y/n's voice grew louder, her frustration breaking through her usual restraint. "All those years in the States, and the only time you ever reached out was about the business. You never once asked how I was. And now, you want to control my life, my future?"

The tension in the room escalated with every word, the air charged with the weight of years of neglect and unspoken resentment. Her father's silence seemed to amplify the roar of her anger.

"Answer me!" Y/n's voice cracked, her composure slipping. "Was this your plan all along?"

Finally, her father's voice cut through the air, a sharp retort that echoed with his authority. "Y/n, you will address me with respect."

The sudden raise in his voice hung in the air like a shockwave. The room fell silent, the tension almost palpable. Y/n's heart raced, her chest heaving as she met her father's gaze with a mixture of defiance and desperation.

"Respect?" Y/n's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt. "You demand respect after years of treating me like a commodity? This is why I've never considered you my father."

Her father's expression remained unchanged, his silence a wall that she could not break through. The argument had reached an impasse, the chasm between them widening with every passing moment.

"You can't force me into this marriage," Y/n's voice quivered with determination. "I won't be a pawn in your games."

Her father's voice finally broke the silence, but his tone was cold and measured. "Y/n, you have a duty to this family, to our legacy. It's not about being a pawn, it's about fulfilling your responsibilities."

A bitter laugh escaped Y/n's lips, tinged with irony. "Responsibilities? Is that what you call it? This isn't about family to you. It's about control and image."

Her father's gaze bore into hers, his eyes hardening. "You will marry Min Yoongi. That is not up for negotiation."

The defiance in Y/n's eyes blazed brighter. "Funny you decide this for me, but you don't do the same for your other daughter, Soo-Min."

A tense silence settled over them, a battlefield of wills and unspoken regrets. The air hung heavy with the weight of their opposing desires, the clash of tradition and individuality.

Her father's voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "Think carefully, Y/n. Your actions will have consequences."

Y/n's own voice was laced with a newfound resolve. "So will yours."

Her father's face tightened, his jaw clenched as his gaze bore into her. The tension between them was palpable, a heavy cloud of conflict that seemed to envelop the room.

"Y/n," he said, his voice a low rumble, "you will do as your duty demands."

The words were a command, a final declaration that brooked no argument. The room seemed to vibrate with the weight of their opposing wills, the clash of generations and aspirations.

But Y/n was done yielding to his authority. The fire within her burned bright, fueling her determination to forge her own path, even if it meant challenging the very foundation of her family's expectations.

"I won't marry Min Yoongi," Y/n's voice rang out, her tone resolute. "I won't sacrifice my happiness for your ambitions."

Her father's face reddened, his features contorting with anger. "You are being selfish, Y/n. You're tearing this family apart."

The accusation hung in the air, a bitter accusation that cut deep. The room seemed to vibrate with the tension between them, the years of unspoken grievances finally finding their voice.

"Selfish?" Y/n's voice wavered with a mix of frustration and sorrow. "You've spent years neglecting me, using me for your business, and now you want to dictate my future? This is not the family I want to be a part of."

Her father's fists clenched at his sides, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to contain his anger. The air was charged with their conflicting emotions, a battleground of wills that seemed impossible to resolve.

Lost in her tumultuous thoughts, Y/n barely registered the approaching footsteps until it was too late. Her father, his face a mask of anger and frustration, stood before her.

"Y/n," his voice was a low growl, a stark contrast to the authority he usually commanded. "You will not defy me."

The tension in the air was palpable, a charged silence that crackled between them. Y/n's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and trepidation.

"Defy you?" Her voice was laced with bitterness. "What if I were to reveal your true motivations for this marriage?"

Her father's eyes narrowed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "What are you implying?"

A bitter smile twisted Y/n's lips. "Do you really think I haven't heard the rumors? About your dealings, your secrets? What if those secrets were to see the light of day?"

Her father's face darkened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. The atmosphere was charged with a new kind of tension, one that carried the weight of hidden truths and unspoken threats.

"You wouldn't dare," his voice was a low warning, a thread of desperation creeping in.

Y/n's own voice grew colder, the realization that she held power at this moment giving her a surge of adrenaline. "Try me. I've spent years being your obedient daughter, your pawn. But I won't be silenced any longer."

A strained silence settled over them, the air heavy with the threat of revelation and retaliation. The seconds ticked by, each one echoing with the weight of their choices.

Finally, her father's mask of control shattered. With a guttural roar of frustration, he grabbed a vase off his desk and hurled it in her direction. The glass shattered against the wall, a shard flying dangerously close to Y/n's cheek, leaving a small cut in its wake.

Pain radiated from the cut, a sharp reminder of the turmoil that had erupted between them. Y/n's hand instinctively went to her cheek, her gaze locked onto her father's figure, his chest heaving with rage and regret.

In that moment, the truth hung in the air, a truth that could not be ignored or dismissed. Their relationship, once strained, was now broken beyond repair. The silence between them was heavy, the room feeling like a battleground of shattered expectations and shattered glass.

With a final, seething glare, Y/n turned away and walked out of the room. The door closed behind her, a barrier that seemed to symbolize the irreparable divide that had grown between father and daughter.

Her footsteps echoed through the hallways, her chest heaving as she walked away from the turmoil she had left behind. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, anger, and sadness mixing in a potent cocktail of conflict.

-

Y/n's response carried a trace of hesitation, a fleeting chink in the armor of her usually collected façade. Attempting to deflect the situation, she offered a wistful smile, her attempt to downplay the significance of the cut on her cheek palpable.

"It's really not a big deal," she finally said, her voice almost dismissive. "Just a small cut. It'll fade in a couple of days or weeks."

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a knowing look, their mutual understanding woven into their unspoken conversation. They knew well the intricacies of Y/n's family dynamics and the complexities she faced. Instead of delving deeper, Jimin discreetly gestured for the check, a subtle acknowledgment of the paparazzi's impact on their evening.

Their unity was unmistakable as they collected their belongings, readying themselves to leave. Jimin's gesture and Jungkook's nod conveyed a sense of unity, an agreement forged in their shared experience. "Let's wrap up here," Jimin suggested softly, the words a quiet signal to retreat.

Jungkook's agreement echoed with an underlying current of protectiveness as he looked at Y/n. "Yeah, let's get out of here."

The presence of the paparazzi had turned Y/n's demeanor from cool to agitated, the shift in her disposition revealing her vulnerability. The weight of the unwanted attention had stripped away the layers of her practiced nonchalance, exposing the unease that lay beneath.

-

With a sense of urgency, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin entered Yoongi's corner office and shut the door behind them. The plush surroundings contrasted with the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in their minds. As they gathered around his desk, their brows furrowed in contemplation, each trying to piece together the puzzle that was Han Y/n.

Seokjin furrowed his brow and leaned against the edge of the desk, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "Han Y/n... I swear, I've heard that name somewhere before. But where?"

Hoseok tapped his tablet absentmindedly, his gaze distant as he pondered the enigma. "Yeah, it's like there's a memory floating just out of reach. It's frustrating."

Yoongi, his jacket now neatly hung over the back of his chair, sat before his computer, his posture rigid and his expression as cool and intimidating as ever. His fingers hovered above the keyboard, ready to dig into the virtual realm for answers. He began typing her name into the search bar, the screen populating with a cascade of results. The name held a resonance that couldn't be denied, and he was determined to unearth the connection, even if it meant delving into his own past.

Seokjin's voice cut through the silence, his voice a mixture of frustration and determination. "There's a face tied to that name, I'm sure of it. A face from our past."

The rhythmic tapping of keys paused as Yoongi's fingers stilled above the keyboard. His eyes were fixed on the screen, the images of Han Y/n sparking fragments of recognition within him.

"I remember now. Han Y/n," Yoongi's voice was measured and composed, his cold exterior unwavering even as his mind raced to make sense of the connections.

Hoseok and Seokjin turned their full attention to him, their eyes a mix of curiosity and expectancy. Yoongi swiveled his computer screen to face them, revealing the articles and images that had captured his attention.

"She's the eldest daughter of the Han family," Yoongi's tone held a touch of steel, his gaze fixed on the images on the screen. His demeanor remained as icy and intimidating as ever, the enigma of Han Y/n doing little to thaw his exterior. "We were classmates back in middle school."

Seokjin's eyes widened, a gasp escaping his lips as the puzzle pieces started to fall into place. "Wait, you mean the same Han Y/n who vanished without a trace?"

Yoongi's nod was subtle, his mind a whirlwind of memories and unanswered questions. "Yes, that's her. She was always the quiet, intelligent, but rather beautiful type. And then, one day, she just disappeared."

Hoseok leaned in, his gaze scrutinizing the images on the screen, while his tone held a mixture of curiosity and awe. "And now, she's back in Korea and making waves with her accomplishments."

Seokjin whistled softly, his words carrying a sense of awe and disbelief. "This is surreal. The heiress of the Han family, the same girl we knew, is now at the center of it all."

Yoongi's expression didn't waver, his cold demeanor acting as a shield against the surge of emotions that threatened to break through. "But what's the reason for this marriage? And why bring her back into the fold now?"

A palpable silence enveloped the room, the weight of their thoughts hanging heavy. Yoongi's fingers unconsciously tapped against the keyboard, a rhythmic accompaniment to the intensity of their discussion.

Seokjin leaned back, his expression pensive. "There's more to her story, something we're not seeing."

Hoseok leaned forward, determination evident in his voice. "We need to find out where she was all these years, what she's been up to, and why she's back now."

Yoongi's gaze remained fixed on the photo displayed on his screen, his thoughts racing like a well-oiled machine beneath his calm facade. The photo portrayed a woman who exuded confidence and grace, a far cry from the quiet girl they had known. Her enigmatic smile and poised stance held a thousand untold stories, and Yoongi couldn't shake the feeling that her sudden reappearance was just the beginning of a much larger narrative.

Seokjin's voice pierced the quiet once again, his words carrying a mix of determination and curiosity. "Whatever happened during her absence, and whatever led to this arranged marriage, we're going to find out. There’s no way there isn’t some bigger reasoning behind this."

Hoseok's brows furrowed in contemplation as he glanced between Yoongi and Seokjin. "But the question is, if this arranged marriage is true, why would your parents agree to such a thing?"

At that moment, Yoongi's intense gaze finally shifted away from the photo of Han Y/n on the screen. His eyes held a glint of realization, and his lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile.

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Hoseok, find out who added that dinner appointment to my schedule. And I want to know why."

Hoseok nodded, his fingers dancing across his tablet's screen as he began his investigation. He had been through countless tasks and challenges as Yoongi's assistant, but this one seemed to carry an air of significance that couldn't be ignored.

Hoseok looked up from his tablet, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. "Yoongi-hyung, it seems the addition was made by your parents' personal assistant. It's highly unusual for her to act without your parents' approval."

Yoongi's lips pressed into a thin line. "Seems like they've got something up their sleeves."

Seokjin leaned forward, his brow furrowing with a blend of seriousness and concern. "Perhaps it's time to have an open conversation with your family about this, Yoongi. If they're making decisions about your future without your knowledge, it's only fair that you have a say in the matter."

Yoongi's gaze turned distant for a moment, his thoughts drifting to his family and the complicated dynamics that had shaped his life. He was known for his resilience and his ability to navigate challenges, but this particular situation hit close to home in a way that left him vulnerable.

"I do have dinner with my parents this evening," he stated calmly, his tone unchanged from its usual cool demeanor. "Perhaps it's time I got some answers."

Hoseok looked back down at his tablet, his fingers poised over the screen. "I'll dig into Han Y/n's background, see if I can find any information that might shed light on what happened while she was gone, why she disappeared, and why she's suddenly in the picture."

A sense of determination radiated from Yoongi as he leaned forward, his eyes locking with Hoseok's. "And let's find out what my family is really planning. If they're orchestrating something like this, it's time they understand that I won't be easily manipulated."

The resolve in Yoongi's voice sent a shiver down Hoseok's spine, a reminder of the man's unwavering strength beneath the layers of complexity.

-

Y/n stepped into the luxurious expanse of her penthouse, the grandeur that surrounded her contrasting starkly with the whirlwind of emotions raging within. The heels of her shoes clicked against the opulent marble floor, a rhythmic echo of the disarray that had marked her recent encounters. As she kicked off her high heels, an unspoken tension clung to her movements, a sign of the anxious turmoil that had settled within her.

The penthouse, with its extravagant decor and impeccable furnishings, should have been a sanctuary of calm. Yet, as her gaze swept over the pristine interior, she found it difficult to escape the cacophony of thoughts that raced through her mind. The echoes of her friends' words from the Korean barbecue reverberated within her, a symphony of anxiety that had taken residence in her thoughts.

Jungkook and Jimin's revelations about her newfound prominence within Korean society seemed to amplify the weight of her return. The collective attention of a nation had zeroed in on her, dissecting every move she made, every choice she contemplated. The sheer scope of it was overwhelming, a cacophony of voices that left her disoriented.

The situation with her family, marked by complexities and conflicts, seemed to have reached a crescendo. The arranged marriage to Yoongi, a pact that had implications beyond her understanding, hung over her like a shadow. The very foundation of her world had shifted, and uncertainty had taken root where once there had been surety.

She swept her gaze around the spacious foyer, where the light danced off crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling like delicate jewels. A coat she had been wearing moments ago was casually draped over a plush armchair, while her purse landed on the nearby couch with a soft thud, seemingly discarded without a second thought.

As she navigated the grandeur of her penthouse, a space that mirrored the luxury she had grown up with, she found herself grappling with a sense of unease.The penthouse was a breathtaking testament to opulence. Located in the heart of Seoul's elite district, it occupied the uppermost floors of a gleaming skyscraper, affording her a panoramic view of the bustling city below.

The space was divided into two stories, connected by a grand staircase adorned with a crystal chandelier that cascaded from the ceiling above. 

The first floor, bathed in the warm glow of ambient lighting, boasted an open-plan living area and kitchen. Creamy marble floors met rich, dark wood furnishings, creating a harmonious contrast that was both inviting and sophisticated. The living room was graced with plush leather sofas and oversized floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the cityscape.

What struck Y/n most was the artwork adorning the walls—exquisite Korean calligraphy and contemporary paintings from her collection in New York. It was a visual tapestry that bridged her past and her present.

The kitchen, a vision of modernity and functionality, featured state-of-the-art appliances and gleaming granite countertops. A long, sleek dining table sat at the center, where Y/n could host guests and family gatherings in style if she were even given the opprotunity.

Ascending the grand staircase to the second floor, she found herself in a cozy yet refined personal sanctuary. Her bedroom, a symphony of neutral colors, exuded tranquility. A massive four-poster bed with intricately carved wooden panels dominated the room, flanked by silk curtains that billowed gently in the breeze from the open terrace.

The terrace, a haven of greenery and serenity, was a juxtaposition to the bustling city below. Here, she could find solace amidst potted bonsai trees and meticulously maintained Korean gardens, a nod to her roots and a sanctuary for contemplation.

Y/n's penthouse was more than just a luxurious dwelling; it was a reflection of her identity—a blend of old and new, tradition and innovation.

Y/n, in her customary demeanor of composure, surveyed her surroundings with a detached appreciation. She was dressed impeccably, her attire carefully chosen to reflect both power and sophistication. A charcoal-gray pantsuit, tailored to perfection, molded to her form, while a pristine white blouse peeked from beneath the structured jacket. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back in a controlled cascade, the dark waves a stark contrast to her porcelain skin.

In this realm of luxury, her usual chill facade remained intact. Yet, as she moved with precision through the penthouse, an observant eye might catch a flicker of internal turmoil, a hint of tension beneath the practiced exterior.

The penthouse exuded opulence, an extravagant tapestry woven with the finest materials. Y/n's sense of aesthetics allowed her to appreciate the harmonious fusion of design elements, even as her thoughts wandered.

The weight of the events that had unfolded in the short span of a day tugged at her composure, an undercurrent of vulnerability that threatened to breach her carefully crafted facade. Y/n was adept at masking her emotions, a skill honed through years of navigating a world that expected perfection. And yet, the battle raging within her was undeniable, a tempest that had eluded her control.

She moved with practiced grace, her demeanor a tapestry of poise. But behind the mask of composure lay a maelstrom of thoughts, a whirlwind of questions and doubts that cast shadows across her mind. Her pulse quickened, the rhythm of her heart in sync with the disarray of her thoughts.

The luxury that surrounded her felt alien, a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within. The decor, meticulous in its detail, seemed to pale in comparison to the complexity of her circumstances. Though she appeared unfazed, even internally about her situation at hand, she couldn't deny the appreciation she felt for the meticulously curated space. She noticed with a small, almost imperceptible smile, how her cherished furniture and decor from her New York apartment seamlessly melded with the opulence of her new abode.

As she walked further, her eyes fell upon a collection of photographs placed thoughtfully on a side table. Among them was a family photo from her youth, a captured moment of innocence and happiness. Her fingers brushed against the edge of the frame, a mixture of emotions stirring within her. With practiced ease, she gently turned the photo face down, a subtle gesture to shield the past from prying eyes.

Making her way to the kitchen, the spacious room adorned with top-of-the-line appliances and sleek marble surfaces. Her fingers glided across the wine bottles displayed in an elegant glass cabinet. She selected a bottle of Romanée-Conti , a rare and expensive vintage that spoke to her refined tastes.

Pouring the wine into a crystal glass, she observed the rich, deep hue of the liquid as it swirled within the vessel. Raising the glass to her lips, she took a measured sip, savoring the intricate flavors that danced on her palate. The stress and tension of the past day seemed to melt away with every sip, replaced by a momentary respite.

Y/n wandered into the living room, the plush carpet cushioning her steps. Her eyes alighted on the turned-over photograph frame, an unintentional reminder of the past she had left behind. The image evoked a whirlwind of emotions, emotions she had buried deep within herself. Her grip on the wine glass tightened, her knuckles whitening as she stared at the frame.

A rush of memories flooded her mind—the carefree laughter, the warmth of family, and the dreams she had once nurtured. But beneath the surface of nostalgia lay a tapestry of complexities, of expectations and responsibilities that had woven her destiny into something far different from what she had envisioned.

As tears welled in her eyes, Y/n blinked them back fiercely, refusing to let her emotions overcome her. She took a steadying breath, allowing herself to acknowledge the weight of the past and the path she had chosen to forge. With a determined gesture, she turned the photograph back upright, letting the memories resurface, if only momentarily.

As her thoughts drifted, the silence was suddenly shattered by the intrusion of her ringing phone. Y/n's hand, which had been idly tracing the rim of her wine glass, stilled abruptly. Sighing deeply to herself, she retrieved her phone from her purse, which had been haphazardly discarded on the couch.

Her eyes flickered over the screen, her heart skipping a beat as her gaze settled on a name she hadn't expected to see.

The name glowed on the screen, a stark contrast to the dimmed lights of the penthouse. It was a connection she hadn't anticipated, a thread linking her to a person whose path had unexpectedly intersected with her own.

A myriad of emotions churned within her—confusion, apprehension, and a trace of something she couldn't quite put into words. Her thumb hovered over the screen, torn between answering and maintaining her self-imposed distance.

Setting her wine glass down delicately, Y/n cleared her throat, a subtle action that accompanied the sweeping away of unshed tears. In that moment, her face transformed into a visage of unwavering resilience, a mask carefully worn once more.

Amidst the quietude of the room, the persistent ringing of the phone continued, its resonating sound akin to a persistent reminder of the beckoning connection. Eventually, yielding to the inevitability of the situation, Y/n released a resigned exhale and reached for the phone. Despite the tempest of thoughts raging within her, her voice emanated a composed and cool demeanor as she spoke, grappling with her inner turmoil.

"Hello?"

A palpable pause hung in the air, as if even he, on the other end of the line, was taken aback by her response. Gradually, his voice, enveloped in a warm yet slightly uncertain tone, permeated the airwaves.

"Y/n, I hope I'm not intruding."

Leaning slightly forward at the edge of the couch, her posture exuding a controlled ease, Y/n found herself in a state of both relaxation and vigilance, her defenses still standing firm.

"Not at all, Yoongi-ssi. How can I assist you?"

A soft chuckle, suffused with gentle amusement, resonated from the other end of the line. "Please, call me Yoongi. After all, I will be your husband."

Y/n's voice, like chilled silk, cut through the air. "Very well, Yoongi."

The atmosphere grew heavier, the tension palpable even through the phone lines. Y/n, her words measured, couldn't help but question, "May I ask how you obtained my phone number?"

There was a pause, a momentary hesitation that underscored the enigmatic nature of their conversation. "Let's just say I have my ways, Y/n."

It was Yoongi's turn to chuckle, his voice holding a frigid edge. "In our impending partnership, such details will become trivial."

Y/n, her resolve unyielding, replied in kind, her voice echoing with an icy calmness. "Very well, Yoongi. How can I assist you?"

Across the bustling city of Seoul, Yoongi sat in his spacious office, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the metropolis below. The glow of the setting sun bathed the room in a warm, golden light, creating a tranquil ambiance amidst the urban chaos. His gaze wandered to the photo on his desk, a snapshot of the moment when Y/n had disembarked from the airplane—an indelible memory etched in the recesses of his mind.

With practiced nonchalance, he maintained the conversation, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. “Y/n, I believe it's essential that we meet before the upcoming family dinner. There are matters we should discuss regarding our sudden marriage."

A subtle pause from Y/n on the other end piqued his curiosity. Her demeanor still frigid, hesitated for a brief moment before agreeing, "I will send over my availability."

A knowing smirk seemed to creep into Yoongi's voice as he responded, "I look forward to seeing you, Y/n."

With that, the connection ended, and Yoongi leaned back in his office chair, fingers tapping contemplatively on the mahogany desk. He had just set a new thread in motion, one that would draw Y/n further into the intricate web of their entwined fates, and he relished the challenge it posed.

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[literaticat]

I’m really really sorry to ask a WC question and I told myself I wouldn’t send this, but… I’m losing sleep over word count woes. I sometimes dream about word count. I’ve read your dracula post, where you write that anything up to 90k in an Upper MG fantasy might be okay. Is this STILL accurate in 2025, particualrly given the slumping MG market/new trend toward shorter titles?

Do you think an 88k Upper MG fantasy will be an instant reject for many agents? My story is tightly paced (I’ve spent months mercilessly line editing/killing my darlings/deleting what scenes I can w/o breaking the story… it was originally 120k). I think the tight pacing will be clear if the agent makes it to the pages/even just the first scene. The query/first 50 pages has been reviewed by an ex-agent turned freelance editor on Reedsy who said the pacing was solid and that the story moves right along (judging by the first 50). But she also said MG should top out at no more than 50k words. There’s just such a huge range/so many mixed opinions. So I’m worried most agents will read “88k” and auto-reject before reading the blurb/pages. Should I put my ‘housekeeping’ paragraph beneath the blurb for this reason? But it won’t make a difference for QM.

Is it ever acceptable to just leave the word count out of the query? But I feel like that might be a worse red flag if it makes them assume its like a 250k doorstopper. But again, if the agent uses QM, it wouldn’t be possible. 

Is it ever aceptable to ‘round’ to say 85k from 88k? How much rounding is acceptable? I’m assuming an agent probably expects some flunctuation if a writer continues revising a manusript after querying. But I also don’t want to straight up lie. I just want them to look at the first page.

I could get the story down to 79-80k by removing a significant sub-plot and I have a version where I did that. But I truly feel it hurts the story, so I don’t necessarily want to send that version. But if it actually would make a difference and increase the already small chance of getting ANY version of my story out into the world, maybe it’s worth it. Would those 8-9k words make a huge difference to the eye of an agent?

(Feel free to toss this if you just can’t with another WC question. I get it. But I felt compelled to type this out. It was oddly therapeutic. Maybe the dreams will stop.)

I was going to roast you mercilessly for asking about word count in the LONGEST QUESTION OF ALL TIME, but then I realized that would be hypocritical since half my answers are the longest answers of all time. Looks like we BOTH have a problem with keeping it concise. ;-)

I hope typing all this got it out of your system.

I do get why authors worry about this. The Word Count guideline is one of the only things that seems firmly within the author's control -- you can't really help it if an agent likes your book, but at least you CAN make sure you've followed every instruction to the letter!

The problem is, I'm afraid there is wayyyyy too much emphasis put on this poor little guideline in author circles. There is ZERO reason you should be stressed out or losing sleep here. Over 3k words? 8k? Come ON. Do you really think an agent really cares about 3k-8k words more or less in a novel-length work? If I'm loving the book and zipping through it, I wouldn't NOTICE 3k or 8k words.

Please snap out of it and listen to me.

I'm going to be super blunt:

NOBODY GIVES A SHIT WHAT YOUR WORD COUNT IS IF YOUR BOOK IS GREAT.

AND IF YOUR BOOK ISN'T GREAT -- IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR WORD COUNT IS.

We don't ask for word count because we care about word count. For the most part, neither editors nor agents really care about word count! Surprise! (The exception being certain publishing imprints that have extremely specific guidelines, such as leveled early readers or certain kinds of educational books or certain kinds of category romance, which you would know if you were writing a book like that, if you don't know, that means you aren't!)

We don't ask about word count because we are looking for a reason to auto-reject. It's not a test. Really!

We just want to make sure your thing is *the length of a book* -- it would be a red flag if your word count was so high or so low that it wasn't within shouting distance of the "normal" range, because that tells the agent that you really don't have a firm grasp on what category you are writing or the realities/norms of publishing.

But the "normal range" is very large. And you are firmly within it. So relax.

As to the other part: FWIW, I don't mention word count in my pitch or put it on the front page of the ms when I am sending to editors. It's actually fine by ME if you don't do either of those things, either, as I can see your word count in the QM form. But other agents might feel strongly about wanting it in the query itself , so... whatever. Just round it and put an "approximately" sign if you are worried about it. After all - it's not going to be the same length when it is published, right? IF anyone asks, which they almost certainly will not (because they don't care), you can just say, hey, always revising, exact word count fluctuates, but it's around this. Which it is.

[isthatmickey]

intro post

i've gif'd. i've written. might as well introduce myself! credit and thanks to @callivich for this idea c:

Name: kimberly

Age: 27

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? 

i’ll be real. i’m down bad for size difference. i saw an edit on tiktok about their hand size difference… oh, i was stoked. it only went downhill from there. i love how raw and angsty they are. their relationship and individual storylines are basically the antithesis of everything i do not consume (cheating, heavy angst, rape, violence), yet here i am. joke’s on me!

How long have you been a fan?

4 months. though, i did try to get into them way long ago, but remember learning about 3x666, so i didn’t commit to them.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene?

the prison reunion scene will always hold a special place in my heart. it’s the first thing i officially watched (off of tiktok). also, i LOVE coming back to that night scene outside byron’s apartment. the yearning, the jealousy, the love, the understanding, the anger. they both look so good, too, so it’s a real easy rewatch.

Do you write or draw or make edits?

i write and make edits (mainly gifs)! i’m isthat on ao3.

Favourite type of Gallavich fics?

canon divergent, canon compliant, a/b/o (we need more of this), enemies to lovers (also need more of this). 

Favourite Gallavich quote?

mickey: guess what we’ve been doing, daddy? ian: can’t we just, like, wait for each other?

Anything else you'd like to share about yourself?

i have always struggled to read extremely long fics. before gallavich, my highest read wc is 80k in the dbh fandom. 100k in the 1d fandom way back in 2017. i read 2 gallavich 100k+ fics in the span of 2 weeks… that is insane for me. i’ve never consumed fics this long this fast. like i said, these two have me in a chokehold.

[wangxianficfinder]

F/F WangXian

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splash;; by defractum (nyargles) (E, 11k, wangxian, modern w/ cultivation, gender changes, F/F, merpeople, rule 63, smut)

Like the sea loves the shore by Say (E, 15k, wangxian, LQY & WWX, implied/referenced WWX/WC, F/F, rule 63, dark LWJ, protective LWJ, sirens, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, angst w/ happy ending, eventual smut, human WWX, siren LWJ, age difference, non-human genitalia, minor character death)

make me whole, make me new by occultings (microcomets) (E, 24k, WangXian, Rule 63, Cisswap, Femslash, Modern AU, College/University, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, (briefly), Pining, Jealousy, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Light Humiliation, Bathing/Washing, Bath Sex, as is the wangxian way, Hurt/Comfort, kind of, Lesbian Sex, Getting Together, First Time)

The Flower Blooms in Day and Night by TheRedFig (T, 46k, WIP, WangXian, Rule 63, Lesbian AU, Period-Typical Sexism, Fem!WWX, Fem!LWJ, Pining, Sexuality Crisis, Internalized Misogyny, Sexual Harassment, Happy Ending, Heteronormativity, Spoilers for Novel, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, NOT for the main pair, Genderswap, TW in the beginning of each chapter, Unreliable Narrator)

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff and Humor, Mild Smut, Rule 63, 3zun | Venerated Triad Feels, Shameless LWJ, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Now featuring for some reason the insanely underrated LWJ-JZX-JC bitchiness potentia,l Childhood Friends, First Meetings)

Pull out game weak by 74243 (E, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/sub, Sexting, Nudes, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Strap-Ons, Mistaken Identity, JC character assassination, Even when its not omegaverse lwj is still an alpha dyke, Subdrop)

the hard way by dustyloves (E, 9k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Modern AU, College/University, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Gender Changes, Cisswap, PWP, Dubious Consent, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Female NHS)

Ghost in the Machine by DizziDreams (M, 65k, wangxian, rule 63, F/F, transistor au, case fic, horror elements, character death, scifi au)  

i glow pink, blossoming over you by Anonymous (E, 11k, wangxian, rule 63, F/F, modern w/ magic, cherry magic au, dom/sub undertones, hand feeding, acespec WWX, demisexual LWJ, smut)

The life and times of a bad idea bear series by houselesbian (T, 21k, wangxian, F/F, modern, highschool setting, relationship talk, humor, angst, rabbits)

Happy for Now by ScarlettStorm (E, 80k, wangxian, F/F, modern, there was only one bed, romance author au, adhd WWX, service top LWJ, pining, smut, comedy, angst, Shenanigans ™)

The Yiling Matriarch by Lusern (Not rated, 69k, wangxian, F/F, coming out story, character study, WIP)

your grave, a garden; a barrow, your bed by twinagonies (E, 31k, wangxian, F/F, YLLZ WWX, BDSM, power play, bondage, impact play, smut, switching, porn with plot, golden core reveal, mental health issues, wen remnants live)

Immortals at Magpie Bridge by Starlitverses (Not rated, 28k, wangxian, F/F, women being awesome, canon divergence, not everyone dies au, forbidden love, WIP)

Creamy Peaches by An0therWerid0 (E, 26k, wangxian, F/F, modern, overstimulation, PWP, age difference, camgirl WWX, WIP)

everything’s going to be discovered by everythingispoetry (M, 98k, wangxian, F/F, modern w/ magic, reunions, soft wangxian, family feels, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, disability)

And they were roommates… by harriet_vane (M, 41k, wangxian, F/F, modern, college/university au)

Paler Than Grass by Lusern (T, 36k, wangxian, F/F, modern, schoolteacher au, fluff, cottagecore lesbians)

Out of your system by mimilamp (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Sexual Content, Strap-Ons, jealous wwx, lwj FUCKS, mention of Lan Zhan/others, Y E A R N I N G, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

A Touch To Calm This Aching Heart by Multifacetedinterests (E, 12k, WangXian, Genderswap, Dragon LWJ, Huli Jing WWX, War Prize WWX, Possessive LWJ, Bad Parent YZY, Abusive YZY, Face Slapping, Emotional Manipulation, Fear of Being Fucked to Death, Dead JFM, Touch-Starved, hidden identity, Enemies to Lovers, Miscommunication, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub Undertones, Non-Consensual Collar Usage, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Exhibitionism, Dubcon adjacent)

Flowers in the Palace series by stiltonbasket (T, 21k, Female WangXian, NieLan, Female LXC, Emperor NMJ, Empress LXC, Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Getting together, Harem, Concubine WWX, Consort LWJ)

if your body’s into me by plonk (Not Rated, 13k, Modern with Magic, Gender Changes)

nobody compares by tongzhi (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Gender Changes, Rule 63, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Lesbian Sex, comp het lwj, very light dom/sub undertones, Friends to Lovers, Cisswap, Getting Together, sexuality realization, (but no external homophobia), Pining while fucking)

Finding the love of my life on douyin! by countingcr0ws (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, LWJ Has Large Breasts, Social Media, Romance, Fluff, Cunnilingus, Nipple Licking, Female WWX, Female LWJ, Online Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Smut, TikTok, Footnotes, BAMF WWX)

pov: you give your crush a makeover by grapesoda (T, 7k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, Social Media, tiktok au, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Getting Together, Humor, Makeovers, alt tiktok wwx, makeup artist lwj, lapslock)

Make My Wish Come True by justpeace (T, 9k, wangxian, modern cultivation, gender changes, fem wangxian, Christmas, fake/pretend relationship, sharing a bed, case fic, getting together, angst, butch LWJ)

i could bite my tongue by astrolesbian (M, 3k, wangxian, gender changes, fem wangxian, first time, anxiety, communication, aftercare)

a polishing of mirrors by occultings (microcomets) (M, 7k, wangxian, gender changes, fem wangxian, canon compliant, cloud recesses study era, sex pollen, aphrosidiacs, getting together, swimming, kissing)

Come into the water by feyburner (E, 4k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, PWP, established relationship, first time)

Swing Me by airinshaw (E, 3k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, public sex)

Kissing is Gross but Wei Ying is Perfectly Kissable by stiricide (E, 7k, wangxian, WWX/others, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, past relationships, lingerie, mildly dubious consent, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, explicit consent, getting together, friends to lovers, multiple orgasms, WWX has ADHD)

Glass walls by eatmyass (E, 9k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, PWP, friends to lovers, exhibitionism, voyeurism, under-negotiated kink, dirty talk, slut shaming, humiliation)

Keep Me by wingsofbadass (E, 58k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, friends to lovers, compulsory heterosexuality, explicit sexual content, sexuality discovery, straight girl WWX, minor WWX/WX, LWJ fucks)

Body Language by Scourge Daughter (scourgedaughter) (E, 33k, wangxian, modern, office au, ABO, gender changes, fem wangxian, office romance, hacking, cybersecurity, alpha/alpha wangxian, arranged marriage, wangxian endgame, happy ending, YZY A+ parenting, canonical character death, sexual harrasment, drunk LWJ, switch wangxian)

Let’s Get Real, Baby by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 22k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, disaster lesbians, best bud MM, karaoke, drinking, smut)

breathe me in by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 5k, wangxian, PWP, gender changes, fem wangxian)

Homecoming by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 2k, wangxian, PWP, gender changes, fem wangxian)

sweet talker by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 19k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, butch dyke LWJ, “straight” girl WWX, sexuality exploration, barely there wangxian-typical dub con)

all that by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 19k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, butch dyke LWJ, smut, coming out)

sideways by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 20k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, butch dyke LWJ, casual and not-so-casual sex, smut, WWX getting wrecked, “straight” girl WWX)

a history of the body by northofallmusic (tofsla) (E, 13k, wangxian, modern, gender changes, fem wangxian, massage, getting together, sex toys, past serious injuries, chronic pain, domesticity, friends to lovers)

take me in by thelastdboy (E, 2k, Female WangXian, POV LWJ, PWP, Rule 63, WWX Uses Bìchén Inappropriately, Inappropriate Use of Bìchén, Object Insertion, Vaginal Sex, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Light Masochism, Nipple Play, Temperature Play, Light Sadism, Female Ejaculation, Multiple Orgasms, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Body Worship, Vaginal Fisting, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Aftercare, Fluff and Smut)

End Racism in the OTW by Deastar (M, 2k, wangxian, F/F, modern, ABO, non-traditional ABO dynamics, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, fluff, rule 63)

Line of sight by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 8k, wangxian, F/F, pre-relationship, always different sex au, plucky heroines, misogyny, enemies to friends, WWX has ADHD)

you can always find me here by ScarlettStorm (E, 15k, wangxian, F/F, post-canon, getting together, genderswap, cisswap, trans woman LWJ, cis woman WWX, first time, vaginal fingering, oral sex)

A Heart in Ribbons by Alliandra (E, 8k, wangxian, F/F, gender or sex swap, canon divergence, war lord LWJ, darkish LWJ, powercouple wangxian, dub con, finger fucking, cunnilingus)

smoke gets in your eyes by Hi_Hello_smile (T, <1k, wangxian, F/F, modern, chef WWX, WIP)

Hello, My Fire by GhostySword (E, 25k, wangxian, F/F, rule 63, modern cultivation, BAMF wangxian, violence against vacuums, pining, getting together, there was only one bed, switching, light bondage, sex toys, tattoo parlor au, humor, adventure)

Pocket Too Deep for Play by bigamma (E, 57k, WangXian, F/F, Modern AU, College/University, Vibrators, Easter Eggs, Sex Toys, Autistic LWJ, Female WWX, Female LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Lacrosse, Christian Themes, Sports Medicine, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Christian Holidays, Easter Egg Hunt, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Bible Quotes (Abrahamic Religions), Cunnilingus)

Perfect shot by sunandseas (E, 10k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Fashion & Models, Mutual Pining, Hand & Finger Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, LWJ has big tits, Dom/sub Undertones, lwj insults wwx and they fuck about it, pussy-drunk wwx, Come Eating, PWP, Strap-Ons, Spanking)

an inch away from more (than just friends) by occultings (microcomets) (E, 15k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Rule 63, Femslash, Lesbian Sex, Genderbending, Pining while fucking, sexuality exploration, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Friends to Lovers, Masturbation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Getting Together, Swim Team, Diving, Pool Sex, Outdoor Sex, Jealousy)

Are you gonna be my girl by 74243 (E, 14k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Forced Feminization, Sadism, Dom/sub, Slut Shaming, Internalized Misogyny.... but like.... Make It Sexy, Humiliation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Painplay, Cock Warming, Genderplay, Vague sugardaddy LWJ vibes)

lately, blooming by chibilwj (thelogicoftaste) (M, 34k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Light Angst)

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[upsettingandunfortunateclasshate]

This was a feature at my school where we were told to speak "properly" aka not in regional accents amongst other things. But it wasn't unconscious, it was conscious. 20/30 years earlier, they would beat kids for this.

The GCSE pass rate was around 3/4% (the national average was 70%) - and that was semi blamed on us being "write offs", unworkable, genetically stupid. This was at a time where parts of the estate were almost self ruling.

Not the fact the school closed down 3 times in 5 years, we had literally no teachers for entire subjects, kids were experiencing the worst poverty in the first world as well as terminal dysfunction in their home lives

Middle class prejudice is then backed up by "research" that says white working class kids stay poor because they don't want to learn, too unruly etc which is pure middle class shit

A big problem was the teachers were generally from nice, middle class backgrounds and full of the prejudices that come with it. The goal was to be like them, apparently, not to learn. "Take the edges off" the kids. The headmasters were even worse, and they're often doped up on their egos and 80k salaries.

But the institution itself is designed to middle class-ise kids. Unis are the same. It's the Matilda shite; save this innocent kid from horrible shouty ignorant working class parents and make them sweet and educated etc. This is a middle class bias that pervades services, particularly social work back in the day when it came from a place of social control (like school does now a bit). They would take kids off perfectly reasonable WC parents cos of their unchallenged prejudices.

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Starting an unfinished 80k wc fic at 12 at midnight lord save me 🙏😹

[spiritsglade]

21 for redux, 26, 30, 40 and 41

[questions for fic writers]

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in redux, what would it be?

scene of penguin & mr. freeze disposing of jason's body, maybe. :) the panicked 'oh fuck we actually killed him' and then having to get rid of his corpse quickly before the bats find out what happened.

idk. redux doesn't really have space for a missing scene, beyond an alt pov maybe. bruce was injured and forcibly benched in the batcave and that's why he was able to get on the plane that quickly. and i don't think i ever even allude to that in the fic so i suppose that's something i could explore!

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

only dialogue i love dialogue dialogue is my favorite thing to write. sometimes when i'm drafting a scene i'll write the dialogue first and add in the tags and actions in post.

dialogue and conversation and communication. i adore that shit.

honestly i think trying to write a longer no dialogue fic could be interesting? one where you have multiple characters who are doing things... emphasizing nonverbal communication and motion and all of that. could be fun, but it would be a challenge, so i do prefer only dialogue at the end of the day.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

hmmmmm i'm not linking it (and it's not on ao3 anyway) but Under False Pretenses. it's a 27k wings of fire fanfiction about my ocs. it was the longest thing i've ever written, at that point, back in 2022 i think. i had it planned out completely and it dug into a terribly messy character dynamic (izula was a hivewing & psyche was a silkwing in a society where silkwings are functionally slaves, what they had was almost a romance but izula was actively serial murdering silkwings... lots going on in that fic.)

it was my first real foray into something longer than thousand word snippets. and i think it gave me a lot of confidence in knowing that i am capable of writing and planning longer things. that i can put together a worthwhile narrative.

it taught me a lot about how to plan out and write a fic i think. i made mistakes putting it together that means i'm not super proud of the final product but it was a big first for me.

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

depends on the fic but i 100% do reread my favorites!! sometimes i'll dig back through longfics just to relive a specific scene if it sticks in my brain. this happens a lot with the climatic scenes of poisonivory's jayroy fics.

earliest batfam fic i found that i still go back and reread from is Bleed the Poison Out (What’s Left Behind?) i think. i'll just dip back in and read through chapter 5. i will warn you that this is a 'titan's tower was a murder attempt' pit-mad jason fic with associated fanon characterizations and tropes that i avoid nowadays. chapter 5 still does things to me emotionally. the author also wrote Aftermath which is a bruce & jason fic i will wholeheartedly rec in its entirety i love that thing <3

there's also Triple Red (wc x dc jayroy) but that is a feast best experienced in its entirety. all 80k words in one sitting or nothing. Stable Relationships is also a jayroy fic I've been rereading. we've barely even started this slowburn and i'm already obsessed. i'm starting to suspect i might like jayroy.

anyway i swear there are more that i'm failing to remember right now. i'll also reread my own fics. shamelessly. i love and adore you compound fracture i am thinking of you always compound fracture compound fracture you look stunning today.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

answered here but since there are many fics that i admire forever...

i wont write like this because it's a certain level of meticulousness that i just know i'm not willing to dedicate the time to achieving, but hey it's time to mention door, opening again. the sheer level of detail in every single line... i am mesmerized. jason's knowledge and competence comes through in the narration simply because! he knows so much shit! on such a level of detail! out here naming specific muscle groups and chemical makeups and types of radio communication. absolutely incredible. the mere act of reading it made me feel smart.

[cinberella]

My A/B/O Canon Divergent Malec fics

❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰

Shelter

Disowned by his own people, possibly deruned and exiled, just because he wants to be what he was meant to be, wholly and proudly. But the Clave won't allow Alec Lightwood to decide for himself and his daughter. Fortunately, someone unexpected, a powerful and feared Warlock, will offer him help, protection and a safe haven. Magnus Bane is an Alpha who is not afraid to defy the Clave and bring Alec and his daughter to safety.

Rating E - WC 80k

TW implied rape/non con, derogatory language, explicit sexual content, attempted sexual assault

Warlock Therapy

Magnus now expects pretty much anything from the Clave. On the other hand, he has been dealing with Shadowhunters for decades, he knows them. But finding Maryse at his door asking for help to save her son’s life wasn’t something he could have foreseen. The young Alpha who is with her seems to carry on his shoulders a pang of guilt so serious that he would be ready to die, just to atone for his sins. Apparently, the only reason Alec Lightwood wants to fight back and survive is to help his Parabatai. Magnus can’t turn his back on the boy, even if he’s Maryse’s son, when the Clave threatens to kill him just because he’s fallen in love.

Rating E - WC 50k

TW homophobic language, explicit sexual content

[2dents]

20 Questions for fic Writers!

Okay so, I was tagged by @outtoshatter and I'm just going to take a swing at this. Here we go.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 22.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

202,411.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for Dungeons and Daddies, Nark specifically. But I also have a couple in there for the Teen Wolf Sterek fandom.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014] (my baby!) The Taste of Perfume [DnDads, M, Wc: 58,717] (wip) Sudoku [DnDads, G, Wc: 5,226] Uno Attack [Dndads, G, Wc: 5,717] A Consuming Faith [Dndads, E, Wc: 33,963] (My baby wip! I'm aiming for another 80k with this one.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely I do! If someone takes the time out of their day to not only read my silly little stories, but also comment on them, I will absolutely reply! Unless they're mean I guess? I haven't had any mean/rude comments yet so knock on wood. lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love angst. I write it into a lot of things. But as far as endings go... hmm. Well I guess that title would currently go to one of my drabbles, A Done Deal [DnDads, G, Wc: 100] but without giving away spoilers one of my wips is going to take that title as soon as I get around to writting it lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014]. My baby~! Happy ending and maybe one day it will have a happy sequel.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I feel like I'm going to jinx myself by saying no. I haven't recieved any rude or hateful comments on any of my fics. Not even when I posted on LJ.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am not confident when it comes to writing smut. I used to write a lot of it back on LJ. Now I just Fade To Black, but I do have plans to maybe write some for a wip. But idk we will see when we get there.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope! I wrote a fusion fic, But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014] but no crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had I believe 2 fics translated on LJ, but not on Ao3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Hahaha, yes! On LJ my irl bestie and I wrote a fic together! It was very cute, we each did a chapter following one half of the ships pov. I'd love to do it again some day it was super fun! What I really wanna do is get a bunch of different writers involved in doing a collaboration where the characters are stuck waking up in different timelines, so each chapter could be a different one-shot by a different author but they all connect. I think it would be fun.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Sora/Riku. I don't write for this ship but I will fight god about them. I've been obsessed with them since I was 12 and played Kingdom Hearts. I have fics I've been re-reading for alkjsdflks way too long omg. When I played Kh3 and Riku showed up I screamed so loud it scared my partner. You can pry them from my cold dead fingers okay.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hahaha, I just recently posted this fic to my Ao3. A Divine Move [Teen Wolf, M, 8,676] Stiles is a horror game character (based off games like Until Dawn and The Blair Witch Project) and Derek is from a dating sim (Based off Hunnypop lol) It was going to get an E rating cause I had some absolutely slasher ideas for Stiles game and the plot was loosely adapted from Wreck-It-Ralph. So, maybe one day I'll get the inspiration back, but as of now it's just not there.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have been told I have a very clear writing voice and that I'm very good at setting a scene and showing it to the reader. I think my main strength is my humor. lol I find myself very funny.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

A lack of confidence alksdfjalksd. I get so anxious trying to make sure that the movie in my head is being translated into word correctly that I sometimes over do things. Also I have the absolute worst grammar, and spelling omg.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I don't speak the language enough to be confident that I'm using the words correctly I just do the "They said in language" kinda thing.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Okay, lmao. Okay okay. It was for the Gorillaz back when Demon Days had just come out.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

My two babies that I'm the most proud of are

But You Have Heard of Me [ Teen Wolf, M, Wc: 82,014]

I spent a year writting it and I made several friends because of it. It is my baby and I love it. I re-read it and still laugh at it.

A Consuming Faith [Dndads, E, Wc: 33,963]

I have been putting so much work into this fic and it's really pushing me as a writer. I have been obsessed with cult and demons since I was young, probably too young lol, so this is just basically 3 of my hyper-fixations coming together in a fun way. I have big plans for this fic and I'm very excited about it. I've been working on it for 7 months now, and I'm really hoping I can finish it before the end of the year.

Thanks for the tag! I'm going to tag some people and maybe they'll play along too, no pressure though and I have no clue what I'm doing so sorry if you didn't want to be tagged. @evanesdust @nottoolateforthegame @siogosho @missanniewhimsy @calamity-unlocked

[words-after-midnight]

Happy Storyteller Saturday, Nico!

A question about your writing process this week: when you start a new project, do you do it with a word goal in mind? How strict is the word goal and how close to you get to it? Are you an over- or under-writer?

I'm a chronic overwriter, so these days, I always have a word count in mind when I start in order to hopefully "contain" the story. If it's a story I'm hoping to eventually publish, I usually aim for a bit lower than the low end to about mid-range of the industry's target WC for the genre, because I always end up going over. For example, horror novels that are traditionally published tend to run from about 80K-100K, so my goal for TDL's draft is 70K-90K. Because I know myself, I know there's no way it will be under 80K, but if I'm writing it with a 70K minimum in mind, I'm more likely to be closer to 80K in the end.

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