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Saeyoung x Willow (Client's OC!)
Willow is sitting in a chair with her back against the sink. Her bangs are separated clumsily and already bleached. There’s music drifting in the room outside, something from their shared playlist that soothes her thoughts. Saeyoung is acting like the dye box is a science experiment – his tongue is pressed to the corner of his cheek as he mixes the components, humming to himself.
“Be careful with that,” Willow advises gently, smiling.
“I’m the most careful person in the world right now,” Saeyoung returns. “You don’t even know.”
“And I know you are, love,” she laughs. “But after the bleach…”
“Mm. Yes yes. I know.” He starts mixing the dye in the bowl rather passionately, as if whisking eggs. Willow giggles – “Okay, I’ll leave it to you, then.”
To take a look around their bathroom is to witness a mosaic of their relationship. The two toothbrushes in the cup, one red and pink – the rolled toothpaste a reminder of their need to go back into the city for more supplies soon. There’s fog on the mirror from when the water was just running, various medicines and products left in disarray. It’s organized chaos, according to them.
“Does this look right?” he asks, pointing the bowl over to her. “It said to put conditioner in to make it lighter…”
“Mhm.” Willow nods. “Just right.”
Saeyoung smiles, staring at her for just a moment too long. Even after all this time, Willow is unused to the attention – almost shy from how much of it he gives her.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head before turning away. “My wife is such a cutiepie, I had to take a picture of her with my brain.”
Willow laughs, again. She hasn’t laughed this much with anyone else until she met him. “I’m sure you have enough pictures of me in your mental hard drive.”
“Nuh uh. It’ll never be enough.” He returns with the plastic gloves to dip his hands into the bowl, running them through the dye. “I want a mental image of you every time I blink! That way I can look at you forever~”
There’s a difficulty in understanding and truly accepting when you are wholly, truly loved. Oftentimes it’s easy to pick apart how gently it seems to fall into your lap – perhaps it’s too good to be true, or something that will end with time. Willow can’t help but feel that way, particularly in moments like this.
Although he hasn’t always been kind, Saeyoung is so gentle with her. The way he moves his gloved thumb over the groove of her roots of her bangs, enveloping it in his palms, feels so careful it’s as if he thinks she’ll burst. He lets the dye settle, pressing it tight in his hand. Almost similar to the hold he has on her heart, from the moment they had met.
Her eyes glance up to him and how he thins his eyes at the process, as if dying someone’s hair required such tediousness, or methodical attention to detail. Perhaps it did – Willow didn’t really know. She only came up with the idea recently – something about a fresh start represented with a new hair color and some piercings. And something Saeyoung was definitely on board with.
“Hi,” she says, quietly. She’s grinning up at him, on the verge of laughter. He catches her gaze and reciprocates.
“Hi, honey.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with doing this?” Willow asks, tone unsure. She hates having to voice her insecurities in this way, but she can’t help it. “I could’ve done it on my own–”
“Nuh-uh. Husband duties. Which means, not only am I obligated to do this for you, but I want to.” He pats her bangs, running the dye through his hands again. “And also – in case you forgot – I love you.”
She huffs. “I love you too.”
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an excerpt from a commission by @/peachycobwebs on twt :3
Saeyoung x Willow (Client's OC)!
There’s something about Saeyoung and Saeran living in a bunker, three hours off the centre of Seoul, that drives Willow insane. Getting groceries is a pre-planned day trip rather than a last-minute errand, meeting friends demands an overnight stay and wanting to go get a haircut requires you to settle with grabbing a pair of scissors and doing it yourself.
Today, it was the second. Willow and Minjae decided to have a get-together at his apartment – one they used to share together – with Saeyoung. He’d wanted to meet the man himself; the one who decided to let her go through all of the chaos that, really, should’ve only involved him. (According to Minjae, anyway.)
The trip – the sleepover – regardless had gone well. Saeyoung and Minjae developed a weird rapport with each other; one built from being forced to get along, wound tighter with Saeyoung’s natural ability to both get along and weird out other people simultaneously.
“I see why you like him so much, ‘Lo,” Minjae had whispered to her when Saeyoung excused himself to the bathroom. “He’s… different.”
“Good or bad way?”
“Both,” he adds, thoughtful. “Perfect for you, probably.”
“Hopefully you don’t steal him from me, then,” she jokes, a small chuckle bubbling up into her throat as she poured herself another cup of soda.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” A pause. “Especially because you guys live so fucking far.”
An understatement, Willow thinks now. It still needs some getting used to, she supposes. She reaches over from the shotgun seat to turn up the speakers slightly – their shared playlist of songs they’ve officially assigned their road trip music.
All I want to get is a little bit closer
“I’m glad he seems okay,” Saeyoung notes. The windows are rolled down, the breeze whipping through their hair. “Minjae, I mean. After everything.”
“Mm.” Willow draws her knees up to her chest, her shoes kicked off. “I guess it was okay.”
“What did he think about me?” Saeyoung smiles lightly, eyes still on the road. “Did I win any points?”
Willow chuckles. “You won a lot of points with him, honey. Don’t even worry about that.”
All I wanna know is
Can you come a little closer?
“You wore your new PJs last night,” Saeyoung says, more of a statement than anything. “The one with the little stars on them that I picked out.”
“Yeah,” she laughs. “I figured it was the right occasion to wear it.”
The warmth in Willow’s cheeks is immediate. She looks away, out the window, watching the trees blur past as the road winds closer to home. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her shirt – the same shirt she’d thrown on this morning, not the starry pajamas folded neatly in her overnight bag.
“I just—” She clears her throat. “It’s comfortable. And cute. You have good taste.”
Saeyoung hums, the sound low and amused. “I know.”
She can feel his gaze on her even as he keeps his eyes on the road. The teasing lilt in his voice is unmistakable, and Willow knows that tone – it’s the one he uses right before he says something that’ll make her face go redder than his hair.
“You know,” he starts, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, “when I saw you walk out of Minjae’s spare room this morning, I almost told him we had to leave earlier.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I wanted to get you home sooner.” He grins, mischief tingling off his lips. “Alone.”
The song shifts into something softer as Willow sinks further into her seat, hiding half her face behind her knees. “Saeyoung.”
“Hm?” He laughs. “I’m just saying. That little sleepwear set did things to me. Stole my breath right out of my chest.”
“You’re so full of it.” But she’s smiling, ducking her head so he can’t see just how much his words affect her.
Willow forces herself to sit up straighter, dropping her knees from her chest, suddenly emboldened. If he's going to play this game, she can play too.
"Yeah?" She tilts her head, fixing him with a look she hopes looks confident rather than flustered. "Maybe I should start wearing them around the bunker more often, then. See how much work you actually get done."
Saeyoung's eyebrows shoot up, a surprised laugh escaping him. "Oh-ho? Look who's feeling brave all of a sudden."
"I learned from the best."
"The best," he repeats, grinning. "I like the sound of that."
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an excerpt from a commission drabble for Anonymous! Thank you!
NOTE: I know the last time I posted an excerpt from my commission in this fandom, it ended in me being harassed by a certain user in my comments, inboxes and tags, who has also made multiple accounts to follow me despite being blocked. Please note that this is a commission and I am not involved or related to this fandom in anyway. However, I still want to post this as part of my portfolio.
Wally x Anon's OC (Who will be mentioned as Y/N)
It had been a week or so of (Y/N) working for Wally when it happened.
The alarm had gone off at exactly 4:30 AM. Wally groans, rolling around like a caterpillar as he yanks the sheets over his head in an attempt to quiet it down. Of course, it didn’t work.
Instead, what replaced the chime of his phone alarm was his ringtone. An extra annoying reminder of how he needed to be awake.
Another groan persists. In the sheen of his early morning fogginess, he squints when he tries to make out the caller ID, the light blaring into his senses.
Secretary (L/N).
He knows what this is about. He almost wants to sob dramatically.
“Hullo?” Wally mumbles, finally picking it up.
“Finally,” he hears her say on the line, already wide awake and alert. “Get up. You have a shooting in an hour. If we’re lucky, we can get there five minutes early.”
“Mhm.”
“I know you’re still going to sleep for another twenty minutes,” (Y/N) says. “So I’m heading to your apartment now. You better open the door.”
“Uhuh– wait, what?”
“I’m waiting for the elevator. See you.” Beep.
Wally does nothing for a moment, merely stares at his phone in disbelief. His mind is finally gathering its senses, or at least trying to, as (Y/N)’s caller ID blinks back at him. Smart, he thinks, even though he’s already annoyed.
She’s nothing like his last secretary – she’s to the dot, extremely blunt. It’s always her way or no way at all.
He grumbles a final time before grabbing a shirt on the floor, shrugging it on. Just in time, the doorbell rings, and he knows he only has about ten seconds before she starts banging on the door and shouting his name.
Wally runs – not even looking at himself in the mirror, his hair in disarray – and swings open the door. Of course, (Y/N) looks prim and perfect, not a hair out of place. Her eyebrows are furrowed, unimpressed, as he leans casually on the door frame.
“Hey,” he greets, before she decides to invite herself in without even acknowledging his existence.
“Well, good morning to you too,” he mumbles before heading in.
It takes them about thirty minutes before they head out. If it were up to (Y/N), it would’ve taken them only ten.
Still, they’re in traffic now, waiting in the red light with the sunrise glowing through the windshield. (Y/N) taps her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, the early morning quiet filling in the silence.
Wally’s seat is pulled back, a hoodie over his head, hands in the pockets.
“You know,” he says after a yawn, “normal people don’t function before sunrise.”
“Well lucky for you,” (Y/N) replies, not even missing a bit. “I’m not normal. And you aren’t too.”
“Wow,” he chuckles. “That sounded affectionate. Too affectionate for you.”
“Whatever the hell that means,” (Y/N) mumbles.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” The light turns green.
Eventually, they drive through the empty lot where the trailers are parked, studio buildings towering into view. Suddenly, the car stops, almost making him yelp.
“Whu- what?” Wally exclaims, suddenly taken aback. “What happened?”
(Y/N) doesn’t respond. Her focus is on somewhere else entirely – his eyes follow hers, revealing the expanse of sky beyond the buildings, where the clouds begin to split for the morning sun, a flurry of gold and yellow intertwining with the blue outstretched across their view. The light spills over everything they see, everything warm and fuzzy and tired.
(Y/N), for once, seems still. As if schedules were beyond her, as if nothing mattered.
As if she just wanted to stop and admire the sunrise, like someone normal. Like someone who had the world at her fingertips.
“Wait,” she says, simply. Like it’s supposed to make sense what they’re waiting for. But Wally can take a guess from the way her eyes shimmer in appreciation, her expression immediately softening. She rolls down the window for a moment, wind fluttering into the vehicle. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, the honeyed rays of morning sunlight pouring even more intensely over her features.
She looks calmer. Almost peaceful.
Wally opens his mouth, but immediately clamps it shut. Because now – he understands something terribly, horribly inconvenient. A fact that he’s been fearing ever since they first met on that dance floor, not even a month ago.
He stares at (Y/N) instead of the sky, and the only thing that crosses his mind is a word that entails everything he would rather not think about. Beautiful.
He is so fucking doomed.
“Huh,” Wally says. Catching himself before he even realizes he’s blushing. Now he’s smiling, hopelessly.
And unfortunately for him, they’re not alone. At least, as not-alone as you can be in the parking lot of a studio building.
Julie and Barnaby had also arrived early and were enjoying their morning coffee by the sunrise. And now, coincidentally, they were also enjoying the way Wally was staring at his new secretary like he was absolutely, positively whipped. As if (Y/N) herself hung the stars in the sky for him to enjoy.
A cluster of giggles run between the two as Julie brings up her phone to capture the occasion. She sends it to Barnaby, who sends it in the groupchat, who forwards it to the work chat.
By lunchtime, it’s posted online. By dinnertime, it’s on every corner of the internet.
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Worst thing about playing Jumin's route is having to disagree with Jaehee sometimes and not choosing every option that's like "Girl you're exploited ruuuuun"
She stays one of my favorites, I just want to sweep her away.
I love how tumblr users are still dragging around the corpse of this 12-year-old advertising campaign as a reminder to other companies not to try to advertise here.
Try to make money with tumblr and we will dance on the ruins of your attempt for a decade
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