#always cracks me up when Y/N is referred to as gorgeous by another character

[allagogtoreblog]

[marvelslut16]

The one with two Pietro’s

Pairing: Pietro x reader, Wandavision!Pietro (Peter Maximoff) x reader FORCED 

Synopsis: you find yourself in Westview living with Wanda, Vision, the boys, and your boyfriend Pietro. But happens when you start to remember your Pietro and figure out what Wanda’s doing to you and everyone else? 

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Swearing I think. Angst. Fluff if you squint. Mind control. Forced relationship. Briefly mentions the idea of a forced magical pregnancy. Bullet wounds. Death. Grief I suppose. Mentions pmsing. The over use of italics. Kinda feel like I make Wanda a psychotic asshole. SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION!

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Probably the darkest thing I’ve ever written, if you can really call it dark. Writing for Wandavision was a fun little challenge. Takes place in the 90′s so my title is a reference to friends, and so is a tv show character I use in the one shot. Pretend Evan Peters’ hair isn’t that blonde cause I will always see him with the silver he has in xmen and wrote him as such. 

"Vision, that's not my Pietro," you mutter in horror to your friend as the two of you stand in the kitchen. 

You’re not quite sure what makes you say it, but you’re glad you do when you glance at the new Pietro in the living room, he's been playing video games with Tommy and Billy for close to an hour now. He's sweet and funny, but he's just not your Pietro.

"I'm afraid not, (Y/N)," Vision's voice is sullen, but he's glad you're not in on Wanda's mind games. Unless you are, and this is just another way for Wanda to mess with him. He’s not quite sure what’s happening, but he knows from what you’ve reminisced in passing to him about Pietro on nights when Wanda isn’t in the room, that that’s not the Pietro you know and love. 

"Oh my god," you murmur, hand coming to your mouth as little bits and pieces of memories race through your head. The genuine pain, horror, and sadness that cross your face make it obvious to Vision you're being manipulated like everyone else, even if you are Wanda's oldest friend. "My Pietro, he had an accent."

Your knees buckle when you hear his native accent saying his catchphrase in your head, 'you didn't see that coming.' Vision rushes to your side to help you stand more firmly.

"His face was longer, hair a white blonde not silver, his body more toned, and he had gorgeous blue eyes- bluest eyes I've ever seen," you grip onto Vision's arms as you imagine moments with your Pietro.

You grew up in the cell beside his and Wanda's, immediately forming a sisterly connection with her at a young age while Pietro hated you. He would tease you, pull on your pigtails, and steal some of your food on the off chance you three were eating outside of your cells. Over the years the teasing turned to flirting, and your dislike for him turned into a huge crush.

One night-a night you can normally remember with full clarity- after Hydra fell and before Ultron, the two of you were out on a walk, much to Pietro's chagrin. You were telling him about this new book that you were reading and how the characters annoyed you so because they were obviously in love but wouldn't admit it. Pietro zoomed in front of you, causing you to smack into his chest and almost fall to the ground, you would have if not for Pietro's arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you close to his toned chest.

The wind was blowing his hair into his eyes ever so slightly, so without thinking you reached up to move it out of his face and away from his eye. The small act of tenderness that you had displayed caused Pietro to give into his desires, he leaned in and his wind chapped lips descended onto yours. You melted into the kiss, clinging tightly to his biceps to ground you. One of his hands slipped down from your waist to squeeze your ass, the other wrapped more tightly around your waist and kept you anchored to him.

"I love you, Printesa, I have since we were kids," he admits when you pull apart for air, leaning his forehead on yours.

"I love you too, Quicksilver," you use the superhero nickname he gave himself when you were twelve. He grins before attaching his lips to yours once more, it was an unforgettable kiss that filled you with warmth and hope for your future.

"(Y/N), are you okay?" Vision's voice brings you back to reality, or whatever this is.

"No," your voice cracks as you remember the last kiss Pietro planted on your lips, right before he protected Clint. The memory that still haunts your dreams, seeing him with all those bullet holes and knowing there was nothing you could do to save him. "What kind of person forgets the love of their life? I'm a terrible person Vis!"

"No you aren't (Y/N)," the sincerity in Vision's voice makes you really believe him. "Wanda's doing this, she didn't want you to remember."

You gasp as another memory floods your mind. You had agreed to go on a road trip with Wanda after being resurrected from Bruce's snap and defeating Thanos. You both wanted a break, or so you thought.

Wanda had stopped right when you had passed the entrance into Westview, she claimed to be checking her directions when you asked why she had stopped in the middle of nowhere. And no matter how weird it was that she chose to stop at the border to the town and not at a gas station, you believed your best friend and sister in law because she had no reason to lie to you.

A moment later her eyes and hands were glowing red as she touched your temple. She pushed all your memories behind a wall in your brain, then filled your head with memories of a happy life with her and Vision in Westview.

She did it again when 'Pietro' showed up on your guy’s doorstep, this time filling your head with memories of him. Memories of a different first kiss, but an eerily similar first date to the one you and your Pietro had. It makes sense to you now, you and Pietro had never told Wanda the real story of your first kiss, instead telling her you had it weeks later on your first date. You had tried to keep your relationship a secret for a little because you didn't want to make it awkward for Wanda if it didn't work out.

Another thing she didn't add was your engagement and subsequent marriage to her brother. In this reality you and 'Pietro' are just dating. You have to assume that it's because it happened weeks before the battle against Ultron and she doesn't want to remember anything that close to her brother's death.

The thing about the new Pietro is that he seems to rub Wanda the wrong way, something your Pietro never did. He makes comments that you know yours would never, and Wanda always tenses up near him. This Pietro likes to show you off more than yours did, which is saying a lot because your’s used to cling to your side, praise you, and show you off in town when girls would flirt with him. Every time this Pietro kisses you it doesn’t feel right, it’s nowhere near the earth shattering kisses that you had somehow managed to remember from the deep parts of your brain. 

"My ring," you shudder in horror when you realize the diamond ring that your Pietro stole from the jeweler in Sokovia is no longer sitting delicately on your left ring finger like it was before entering Westview. You hastily search your body for your most prized possession, sighing in relief when you find it hanging from a simple silver chain around your neck.

"(Y/N)," Vision says gently, resting a hand on your shoulder, it’s one of the few times he doesn’t know what to say. 

"He's dead," you cry, knees buckling under your weight again. This time you catch yourself on the kitchen table, before sinking in the seat to your right.

"Who's dead?" Wanda appears in the doorway out of nowhere. She has an innocent, concerned expression on her face, but the tilt of her head tells you she'll come take your memories away again if you slip up in the slightest.

"Dr. Drake Ramoray on Days Of Our Lives, the soap opera I was watching this afternoon when you and the boys were out. He fell down the elevator shaft, and I'm apparently taking it harder than I thought I would. I must be pmsing or something."

"Or maybe you're pregnant," there's a red glint in her eyes that scares you to no end.

"Oh," you swallow the lump in your throat, and hold back the bile rising up your throat from anxiety. "I don't think so, I'm not ready to be a mother yet."

"It would be so fun though," 'Pietro' zooms behind your seat, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek. "Little mini me's and you's running around the house with Billy and Tommy."

"I think two super human children are enough for the house right now," you let out an uncomfortable giggle. You and Vision side eye each other, both very aware that you'll probably be as pregnant as Wanda was a few days ago within the week.

[lfcology]

are you afraid of the dark? | charlie weasley

summary: Part of a new series where I write about Harry Potter characters helping/reacting to the reader and their fears. This is about Charlie and the reader back at The Burrow for the first time in years. Reader has hid her fear from him but finally has no choice but to talk about how she’s scared of the dark.

pairing: Fem!Reader who is a Dragonologist x Charlie.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: None besides the fear of the dark and mentions of food.

A/N: This is my first fic here! Please Tell me what you think!

*

It seemed foolish – having one of the most feared jobs in the wizarding world yet being afraid of the dark. It was something you hid well, no one ever picked up on the fact that you always had a light on when the sun went down. And, if they ever were to ask a question, you were able to cover it up with a little white lie. It wasn’t something that posed you as a real issue until Charlie Weasley entered your life. You two had been friends during your time at Hogwarts, in the same year and both loving magical creatures. As the years went by you two found yourselves smitten with one another. He, just like you, was enamoured with the scaley, temperamental beasts that were dragons. It took a bit of persuasion from Hagrid (who insisted his two favourite students would make a perfect pair) but Charlie asked you to Hogsmeade and the rest was history. You two got accepted as apprentice dragon trainers in Romania together and after years the spark of infatuation you two felt grew into genuine and strong love.

Your fear of the dark was never a topic that came up. Working with dragons meant being awake during their most active hours – the night. Their fire lit up the darkness of the sanctuary and when you two finally got the time to sleep, it was daytime, the sun provided all the light you needed to have your fear dissipate. The only time, after years of being together, Charlie noticed you acting strangely about the topic was the winter of 1995.

It was the first year you were spending Christmas at The Burrow, having such a hectic work life meant you and Charlie opted to spend most holidays in Romania. Molly trusted the two of you not to have any funny business go on and let you share Charlie's childhood bedroom with him (despite the no girls in the bedrooms rule that was put in place years before). After working the night shift for so long the pair of you welcomed a warm home, comfy bed and a hardy nap with open arms. Molly hated to wake you two up but hours later she came in to let you two know dinner was ready whenever you two wanted it.

"Morning." Charlie joked as he stretched his aching limbs out.

Evening was coming closer and as you looked out the window you saw that the last moments of sunlight for the day were illuminating the bedroom in a golden stream of light. Charlie Weasley looked utterly ethereal from his spot next to you. His tangerine coloured hair rested ever so gently across his forehead from where he'd decided to let it grow out. The constellations of freckles speckled his face almost perfectly despite being so randomly placed – It was as if the sun had personally come and kissed them upon his skin. Photos were pinned around the room showing him both before and during his time at Hogwarts and looking at the man in front of you now your heart swelled. He had grown into such a wonderful human. His jaw filled out and was stronger as if a symbol of the confidence he felt in himself. Charlie had grown up but lost none of the boyish charms he had when you fell in love with him. He donned a couple more scars than when he'd left England all those years before but he still fit into The Burrow like a glove.

He ran a calloused hand through your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead before sitting up and cracking some of his bones in an attempt to wake up more. You hummed contently and kissed him softly before putting on a signature Weasley sweater (gifted from Molly after only dating Charlie for 2 months).

"Well, looks like Sleeping Beauty and (Y/N) are finally awake." Fred teased from his spot at the kitchen table.

He and George were tinkering with what you assumed was another invention of theirs as Charlie lovingly smacked the back of their heads. You smiled at the brotherly moment before taking a seat and having plates mounted with food placed in front of you just as quickly as you blinked. It was delicious, just what you needed to start a much-needed vacation. The cosiness of The Burrow mixed with a full tummy had you lulled into a sleepy stupor. Charlie continued chatting with his siblings, most of which were home from school for the holidays, as you leaned into his side. Between the couch beneath you two, the muggle Christmas song playing somewhere in the house and him stroking your shoulder: it felt like home.

After a few more stifled yawns from Charlie, Mrs Weasley sent you both back to bed in hopes tomorrow would bring more family time. Coming back to Charlies room felt different. The curtains were still open but with only the waxing crescent moon in the sky to provide light it was eery. You tried to remain calm despite feeling your fear rising in your throat. Charlie was around and surely that would give you enough comfort to fall asleep without a hitch, right? You slipped off your sweater knowing Charlie produced heat like a campfire and slid into bed in hopes of a quick and dreamless sleep. The Burrow, despite how strange it seemed, was silent. You assumed someone had cast a silencing charm on the room for you two to rest peacefully but right now it only fuelled your fear more. You laid motionless for the most part, Charlie snuggled up as usual with his arm around your waist as you stared at the ceiling. You were tense and after a few kisses to your neck from the boy didn't gain your attention he sensed something was off.

"Goodnight my love." He said trying to gauge your reaction before mentioning something.

He pretending to sleep, listening intently to your breathing and analysing the tenseness of your body beneath his arm. You, on the other hand, paid him no attention. How could you when fear clouded your vision more than the darkness itself. You felt as though the room was filled with evil beings and creatures just waiting for their moment to attack. It sent a shrill fear down your spine and your breathing picked up dramatically making Charlie frown and sit up. With the flick of his hand, he wandlessly cast a charm to turn on his bedside lamp.

"Hey..." He muttered softly to get your attention.

Your eyes were wide and glazed over, you were on high alert and even as you looked around the room and saw it was only old Quidditch merchandise around and not monsters you didn't relax. Charlie held your hand ever so gently making your eyes snap down to him where he gave you a calming, reassuring smile. It wasn't a very different look than what he'd give to a wounded animal.

"Hi..." You replied trying to seem normal.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he looked around the room in an attempt to see what had startled you so much.

"Yes, just thinking-" You tried to reassure but he only furrowed his deep brows at you in disbelief. He could easily tell on your face that you not only were lying but something was most definitely worrying you.

"C'mon, tell me, Princess." He said with a frown. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

You sighed knowing you couldn't hide your secret much longer. You felt more at ease now that the light was on but as you stared at it you wondered what Charlie would think once he knew your secret. "'S nothing." You shrugged but he once again wasn't having it.

"You're a terrible liar." He teased trying to lighten the mood but when you didn't give him so much as a smile, he knew it was serious. Sitting up straighter and clearing his throat he held both your hands in his larger ones. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" He asked as you bit your lip and ducked your head in shame.

His head followed yours and he tried to meet your eyes again which made you smile slightly as he resembled a child wanting answers. "I'm afraid of the dark." You finally muttered.

He tried to hide his shock but couldn't help but let out a surprised giggled which only made you pout more. "You said you wouldn't make fun..."

"I know and I'm sorry for laughing but-" He shook his head in disbelief. "You work with arguably one of the scariest animals in the world but you're scared of the dark?"

You fiddled with the hem of the blanket as you tried to think of a way to explain it. "It's not so much the dark itself that scares me." He leaned down in bed again and rested his head on his hand to give you his undivided attention. "You and I know better than anyone what kind of stuff hides in the shadows..."

He nodded and stroke your hair back away from your face once you laid down with him again. "You should have told me earlier. You know I wouldn't mind sleeping with the light on. Hell, we do it every day considering how messed up our sleep schedule is." He said referring to your night shifts.

"I didn't want you to think I was silly." You said with a shrug.

Pecking your lips softly he turned over and flicked the light off again before grabbing his wand from the nightstand and casting a nonverbal spell. Before your eyes, a baby dragon sprouted from the tip of his wand and was glowing a gorgeous warm white. It flew around the room exploring, not much different than the babies you work with on the regular.

"Ronnie used to have trouble falling asleep so I would make these little guys for him." He explained.

You didn't feel scared anymore. Between the light that the dragon illuminated as it pranced around the room and the strong arms of Charlie around you, you felt sleep calling your name.

"I'm always going to be here to protect you from whatever hides in the dark," Charlie said just above a whisper as the baby dragon settled gently on the bed between you two. "Even if it means a little light in my eyes." He teased making you smile and peck his lips as a wordless form of showing your love.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, then the dragon, and lastly Charlie. He watched over you to make sure you were safe and comfortable before resting his eyes. By the time you woke up the sun was out, the dragon was gone and your tangerine haired boyfriend had you protectively in his arms. You had no fears when Charlie was around.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Say It

Characters: Kevin Atwater x black!reader

Summary: Kevin wants you to voice exactly want you want.  Again, yay! Can I request a fic with Kevin where he plans a surprise for his girl’s birthday? Maybe he decides to pop the question 😊. I just want more cute (and a little smut) fics for our boy. Requested by @jackburtonsays​

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Finally some smut for our boy, Kevin. Also listen to Say It by Ne-Yo. The lyrics are bolded.

@jackburtonsays​ I hope this is everything that you wanted & I’m so sorry it took forever to come out!

Typical, Kevin couldn’t show to dinner tonight. Usually, you wouldn’t mind because you understood the demands of his job but today you couldn’t help but feel abandoned. It was your birthday and Kevin promised he would be here.

“I know it sucks, Y/N, but Kevin wouldn’t have missed this if it wasn’t important.” Kim rubbed your back as you two walked into the restaurant.

You gave Kim a reassuring grab of the hand and a tight smile. “I know. I just wish it was different.”

Kim squeezed your hand and led you into the private room. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” You were greeted with air horns and streamers. It was bittersweet. You were surrounded by friends and family, but the person you wanted there the most wasn’t there.

Getting settled in your seat, Hank told you he had a surprise for you. He disappeared behind the door while Kim covered your eyes.

Your heart seized up when you heard an extra set of footsteps return with Hank. Pulling down Kim’s hands you were thoroughly disappointed when you saw it was Adam and not Kevin.

“Adam!” You threw a dinner roll at him that he managed to dodge. “What?! You’re not happy to see me?”

“Of course not!” You crossed your arms and pouted like a child.

“But I brought you a present.” And just like that Kevin popped out with a black turtleneck, a purple suit jacket with matching slacks, and a gold chain with a bouquet of flowers and a big ass smile. “Happy birthday, baby.”

Squealing you jumped into your boyfriend’s arms, making everyone around you laugh. “That’s really rude, you know. I was ready to give you the silent treatment.”

“Aww, baby,” Kevin rocked you side to side. “I could never miss this. You’re too important to me.”

You led Kevin to the table where you could enjoy everyone’s company. It’s been awhile since all of your friends and family could hang together, so this was the perfect birthday present. There was great food and conversation, what more could you ask for?

Although Kevin was thwarting your attempts to be matchmaker. He told you Kim and Adam would get back together on their own. Other than that, he doted on you the whole time. His arm either slung across your chair bringing you closer to him, so he can kiss your temple and whisper ‘I love you’ or his hand rubbing up and down on your thigh.

Eventually, you got tired of everyone’s company. Well except one person. “Tired, babe?” Kevin asked, noticing you getting restless. “Not particularly, but I’m ready to go home.” You fingered his chain and looked up at him through your eyelashes. Kevin made a big ‘O’ face when he figured out what you meant.

Under the table he texted Adam to start clearing out. Adam sent his friend a knowing smirk and got up to say his goodbyes. Soon, everyone followed suit and wished you a happy birthday once more then left.

--

“Had a good time,” Kevin questioned, kissing your neck while you unlocked the door. “Yeah, I’m about to have a better one.” You looked back at him and finally unlocked the door.

Not saying a word, Kevin led you to the bedroom, leaving you at the door while he sat on the bed. “So, tonight I want you to look me right in my eyes and I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. You ready?”

Shyly, you nodded your head and began shedding your clothes. For someone who was giving him ‘fuck me’ eyes all night long, you always got shy in the bedroom. Usually, Kevin never made you verbalize all the raunchy, dirty, nasty things you wanted. He just sexily asked if it was okay and your ass happily said yes.

“Damn, you’re so pretty, baby.” Kevin began to palm himself over his slacks. “No!” You surprised yourself at your dominance. “I only get to touch you like that,” you looked at Kevin questioningly. “Are you asking or telling me?”

“Telling.” You asserted, nodding to yourself. “Now take off your clothes,” you whispered against his lips.

A big smile graced his lips as he stood up. “Yes ma’am.” Your breath quickened as each article of clothing dropped to the floor. “You know this whole night, I could see how much you wanted me to fuck you. Your body she was talking to me.” Kevin’s eyes never left yours. Even though he was giving you control, he never lost his dominance. “Even now I can hear it moaning, begging loud and clearly.”

His hands went to the clasp on his chain, but you stopped him. “No! Keep it on and the rings too.” Kevin raised his hands in surrender. “Now lay down.” He complied with your orders. His hard dick flopping against his stomach as he scooted back.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked when he saw you just standing at the foot of the bed, retreating within yourself. “I don’t know.”

“You do know. Girl, don’t be shy, show me how bold you can be. Open your mouth and tell me where you want me.” With his encouragement, you told Kevin you wanted him on his back with his wrists tied to the bedframe. “My belt’s on the floor.” You scooted off him and got the belt. Once it was in your hands you looked at as if it was Mandarin. Kevin caught on and knew you didn’t know the first thing about tying someone up, since you were always the one being tied up. He kindly walked you through it until you were satisfied with your work.

“Now what?” He asked as you straddle him. Gaining an unknown confidence, you wrapped a hand around Kevin’s neck and sunk down on his length. “Now I use you however the fuck I want.”

You bounced up and down on Kevin’s dick, occasionally rolling your hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl. Make this dick yours.” Kevin praise and encouragement spurred you on further, chasing a close but also far away pleasure.

Riding Kevin, dominating Kevin was fun, but not as fun as when he was control and he could see it. Also, he couldn’t stand not having his hands on you. “Having fun, baby?” He smirked up at you, loving your struggle to make yourself cum on his dick. “Can’t get there without me, can you?”

“Please,” you broke down at the first sign of dominance. “Nah, you still have to use your big girl words. Tell me what you want.”

“I want…I want you choke me and fuck me so hard I see stars.” Kevin arched his brow while giving you a lopsided grin. “Oh, you want that? Say the word.”

“Fuck me, Kev.” Like nothing Kevin broke out the belt and flipped you onto your back. “You couldn’t handle it huh, baby? You couldn’t even tie me up properly.” Kevin snapped his hips into you, showing you how it was done. “Its okay, I’ll demonstrate on you another time.”

Unlike you, his hand fully wrapped around your neck. “You love it when I fuck you like this?” His tone was condescending while he pumped himself into you. Words were useless at this point. How could a simple yes describe the insurmountable pleasure you were experiencing? But a nod wasn’t gonna work for Kevin.  “Nah, say it.”

“I love it when you fuck me like this, Kevin,” you gasped as you clawed at his back.  Once you finished that sentence it was like he had renewed vigor (though it wasn’t like he lost it all), he pulled you flushed against him, fucking into you.

The rate he had you bouncing up and down on his dick had you sounding like a damn jack hammer. “So damn gorgeous.” He put one of your nipples in your mouth, causing you to scratch at the back of his head. “Please Kev, make me cum.” You whimpered into his ear.

Your nipple popped out his mouth. “Now you’re finally catching on. Next round you’ll do better, but right now I gotta give the birthday girl her gift.” Kevin sped up and reached down to rub on your clit. “I love you, baby girl.” Your orgasm hit you right after that and Kevin followed right after.

If Kevin didn’t already have his arms wrapped around you, you would’ve fell off the bed thanks to how hard you were shaking. When you finally caught your breath, Kevin laid you down right beside him. “Happy birthday,” he pecked your lips. “Where do you want me next?” Cupping his chin, you returned his kiss. “I’ve always been fond of these lips.” Licking his chin, you tugged on his bottom lip. “But I love them more on my pussy.”

Kevin pushed your legs back and slid down your body. “Anything you wish, birthday girl.”

--

As usual, you woke up before Kevin because of your stupid bladder. You were half out of it, but you knew you shouldn’t feel a hard object on your finger while you were washing your hands. Turning on the lights, you inspected your hand and got the surprise of your life. “KEVINNNNNNN!”

Running out of the bathroom, you found Kevin not in the bed but on the floor on one knee. Your heart was beating faster than it was last night. He couldn’t be doing this, could he? You would’ve known something, Kevin was horrible at hiding gifts from you.

“Good morning,” he smiled at you like he wasn’t just about to change your world. “Good morning,” you repeated, but with your throat clogged up.

“I followed directions. I’m not proposing on your birthday.” He referred to your conversation about how you would like to be proposed to. “Well, last night you proved that you know how to follow directions.” Your smile matched his.

Kevin laughed to himself. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to crack a joke.  “That’s it, that’s why I’m on one knee. I wanna spend the rest of my life laughing at your jokes, I wanna spend the rest of my life dodging being your taste tester,”

“Hey!”

Kevin pulled you by your left hand, rubbing on the engagement ring. “I wanna spend the rest of my life loving you. So, can you do me the honor and marry me?” He looked up to you nervously with puppy dog eyes. He looked so adorable that way, but you couldn’t keep him hanging like that.

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” A tear rolled down his face. He was in disbelief that you said yes.

“Yes, silly. I want forever with you.” Kevin lifted you up in his arms and twirled you around while he kissed you.

Best birthday ever.

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[winchest09]

The Bunker Party - Debrief

Hey everyone!

Our bunker party was an absolute blast. It was one filled with laughter, smiles and support and it warms my heart to see so many of your faces each time we do this. This party went in many different ways from fanfiction to urban dictionary - to seeing some of the SPN family’s best dance moves. It was a TREAT. 

6 and a half hours we were talking…SIX AND A HALF and again, I loved every single second. It was so nice to see so many gorgeous faces, and I’m so happy that so many of you joined us! The support from you guys for each other, the love in this fandom; I can’t express how much I adore it.

Me and @katehuntington​​​​ love holding these events and we are already planning the next live stream (date to be announced) but it will be in July. 

This is the lowdown for the The Bunker Party! Sorry it’s a little late, I’ve been ill! 

Below you will find:

Everyone who joined - their tags, what’s coming up fic wise and their masterlist.

A Challenge to join 

Blogs who want to help with your writing

Alpha? Beta? Omega?

Want a link breaker?

Fic & blog recs

Announcements

So without further ado… *cracks fingers*

To everyone that joined…

You are the guys that make it the live stream what it is.  So below is a list of everyone who was on the chat last night accompanied by their masterlist and what they have coming up soon! In no particular order…

@katehuntington​​​: Kate is currently working on the next instalment of Ride With Me and All I Want. She’s been teasing us with little ideas that keep popping into her head too...

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@flamencodiva​​​: This babe is currently working on a multitude of things and we are super excited to see them come out. We have her brand new fiction ‘What could have been’ as well as Call of the Ocean and many others! 

Check out her masterlist HERE

@whatareyousearchingfordean​​​: Alex is currently writing the epilogue to her Jensen fiction Et Cetera AND she has decided her next fiction!

Firefighter Dean x OFC Marina. From what we’ve already heard…it sounds amazing! I won’t give away any plot points that we were told just yet but it’s one to be put on your watch list! 

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@superfanficnatural​​​:  This babe is currently working on the next chapters of The Bringer of balance as well as the next chapters of The Choice! Also still thinking about his knight of hell x demon dean fic which just sounds so good.

We’re living for it!

Go and give him some love, his masterlist can be found HERE

@emoryhemsworth​​​: This beaut has broken her lil hiatus and posted the sequel to Because of You. Piece by Piece is amazing and if you haven’t read it yet, i suggest you check it out. She’s also writing her first chapter of her series idea. 

Check our her masterlist HERE:

@malfoysqueen14​​​: This lovely lady is new to the Supernatural fandom and is trying her hand at writing fanfiction! Her first fic “White Flag” is Dean x OFC and it’s going in a very interesting direction! Worth a read!

She hasn’t yet got a masterlist but you can check out White Flag HERE

@waywardbeanie​​: This absolute gem of a woman has JUST posted her very first fanfiction and it’s an absolute DIAMOND. Dean. Letters. Fluff. Smut. It’s gonna tick all them boxes and it’s a must read!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@janicho88​​: This lovely lady has written some lovely stories already and has a few things on her list that are definitely worth a read! 

You can find her masterlist HERE

@soaringeag1e​​: This lovely lady has a lovely full masterlist of things for you to dig your teeth into! There are series, oneshots for Jensen, Dean, Jared, Sam, Misha, Castiel...

You can find her masterlist HERE

@smol-and-grumpy​​: Nat has such a juicy masterlist. We were thrilled she joined us on the chat. From Dear Dean to Light My Fire, you will find series that will make you smile, make you cry and will make you want to cool yourself down because they are that smuttastic. 

You can find her masterlist HERE

@manawhaat​​: This babe joined us for the first time this time and we loved having her! Below you can find her humongous masterlist of goodies for your reading pleasure. Her most recent works being an A/B/O oneshot called “Howl”

You can find her masterlist HERE

@crashdevlin​​: Another lovely new face this time to our chat and we are all enjoyed having you there! This babe is another writer with a very large expanding fic list. If you haven’t read any of her work yet, hop on to it! 

You can find her masterlist HERE

@jensengirl83​​: She is new to the chat this week and new to the spn world of writing. Yet she’s already got a few fics under her belt! Fancy checking them out?

You can find her masterlist HERE 

Me: I’m currently working on two series, Life for Rent and Man’s Best Friend! I also have a couple of Dean series being worked on in the background as well as a couple of oneshots…I have already posted two. One being called Pay Attention and the other called Wet Enough. 

My masterlist can be found HERE:

To the new writers/readers…

Remember guys - we’re all here to love and support you! My inbox is always open if you want to talk fics, want me to look over one etc.

@peaches007​​ @cherry3point14​​ and the few nonnies we had!

We love you, we thank you for reading and we thank you for all the support and love you give us constantly. Thank you for joining the chat and we hope you had an amazing time <3

Go and follow and give them some love!

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Ohhhh yes! 

We have two of them for you too! 

Firstly, the darling @flamencodiva​​​​ is holding a celebration in regards to reaching 1700 followers!

Not only is she hosting a character take over on her blog she’s also posted a writing challenge for all us writers out there! This challenge is still ongoing!

Check it out HERE

Secondly, the wonderful @deanwanddamons​​ & @impala-dreamer​​ are holding a joint challenge. The “I Do Understand That Reference” Challenge. 

Fancy guiding Sam, Dean or Cas through another French Mistake type event? Take a look at the movie list and get yourself signed up!

Check it out HERE

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Need Help with your fic?

We’ve got you covered!

Need to has out a plot with someone?

The lovely @malfoysqueen14​​​ has offered herself up to be a plot buddy to anyone that needs it. Stuck on a plot point, want to talk through a story line with someone? Give her a message! She’s here to help <3

Need help with research for a fiction?

The most wonderful @waywardbeanie​​​​ has offered herself up to be a researcher for anyone who wants help with their fiction. She has been a die hard SPN fan forever and she’s like the Ellen of our live stream.

Need a researching buddy? Give her a message! She’s a doll <3

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Alpha? Beta? Omega? 

On this livestream, the topic of A/B/O was brought up and we did discuss it in length and detail about what was involved. Now this may not be a genre for everyone and that is absolutely fine.

However for those that are interested in exploring this genre of fanfiction, we highly recommend you check out @kittenofdoomage​​‘s A/B/O universe HERE.

She’s broke it down and has gone into detail to explain it for those that wish to read and/or write it. 

We hope it helps! 

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Fancy yourself a Supernatural Line Breaker? 

We got you! 

Our fabulously talented @talesmaniac89​​ has drawn up so MANY supernatural themed line breakers for your free usage! 

She has two posts full already!

Check them out HERE and HERE

Give them a like, a reblog and please THANK HER if you use her work. She’s a good egg <3 

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Fic & blog Recs!

In our live stream, we want to highlight what we’ve been reading and the amazing authors behind the words. So below is a list of all the fics that we recommend for some good ol fic binging!

Fic Recs

That Day Again by @jensengirl83​​

Summary: Dean tries to comfort the reader. 

Happily Ever Eventually by @crashdevlin​​ Summary:  Reader begins working on Supernatural. She makes fast friends with J2 and after months of flirting becomes something more to Jensen, whose wife is not usually the jealous type. When she gets a small part in a MCU anthology, she meets Tom Hiddleston and things get more complicated.

Fool For Love by @crashdevlin​​

Summary:  Y/n is an omega whose world was flipped upside down when she presented late. She was practically a hermit for years, only going out to socialize once a week. When the Winchester brothers walked into her life, it flipped her world again…but not really right-side up.

Stay by @evansrogerskitten​​

Summary:  Dean is the future Alpha of the Winchester pack, a wolf/human hybrid race that has roamed their land since the first howl under the moon. Dean is the ideal Alpha; strong, smart, and brave. There’s just one thing missing in his life - his future Second, the Omega he’s yet to find. Life for Rent by @winchest09​​

Summary:  Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?

Et Cetera by @whatareyousearchingfordean​​

Summary: Jared’s younger sister agreed to help out for a few months when one of Supernatural’s makeup artists takes her maternity leave. Trying to juggle her new job and her burgeoning brand, she turns to Jensen for comfort. Can their relationships survive Jared finding out that his best friend slept with his baby sister? Ride With Me by @katehuntington​​

Summary:  Alternate Universe (AU) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona, owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. She’s there to gain work experience, but then she meets wrangler Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.

PHEW! I definitely think we have enough fics on here to last us for a few days if not weeks!…don’t you? ;) Please guys don’t forget to give these writers some love when reading their fics, comments, reblogs, asks. It means the world.

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I think that’s it!

Thank you so much once again to everyone who joined the chat, we had 6 hours of laughs and i cannot wait to do it again. I’d appreciate it if you could share this to spread the love of the fics and authors on here!

Keep an eye out for the next date for our next livestream! It will be in a couple of weeks, date to be announced. If you guys have any idea’s or want something included, let us know. If you want to be tagged when we announce, let us know!

See you next time!

xox

[bakusoftie]

getting shitfaced with tape daddy, DANKi, Mina “best girl” Ashido, and shark boi

you know I just had to include the entire bakusquad 🥰 because they ALL smoking some shit

😁 tape daddy sero 😄

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST SERO

Okay so,,,Sero is basically a canon pothead cause 1. This boi is always smiling so he gotta be high 2. He radiates crackhead energy

Sero tells you that he only smokes because of his “anxiety” but,,,let’s be honest it’s the only way he knows how to survive U.A. anymore

He buys his shit from crackwhores in the support class who grow that shit themselves (present mic might have caught them but let them go after he “confiscated” the evidence)

One day, your tape daddy invites you for some Fortnite and Chill 😏

And there he goes with his rainbow bong again (it is his most prized possession and he would kill a man if anything happened to it)

He thinks it’s funny watching you cough your entire left nut out of your throat but then he starts coughing because of how hard he was laughing and now you both are just crying and whEEzing while the tears run down y’alls faces

such chaotic energy

Soy sauce boy will use his quirk to suspend himself off the roof and try to spooderman kiss you but you’re so out of it that you collide your face into his and now his nose is bleeding and he is WHEEZING AGAIN

hanTa

baBy

you’re getting blood on my Gucci Supreme rug

Y’all end up just laying on the floor at 4:20am, thinking about the reason for life and what happens after death and if the birds work for the bourgeoisie then is tokoyami a traitor ?!?

He gets sleepy and makes a hammock out of tape for the two of you to cuddle in

it wasn’t very sturdy tho

⚡️ danki ⚡️

first things first, this gif killed me 🤤 damn do you gulp pussy like that

uh

ANYWAY

Denki is pretty well-known to be a dumbass crackhead

Except he doesn’t need crack because all of his brain cells are already dead (There are only 2 brain cells in the bakusquad and the first one is all bakugou but sero,mina,denki, and kiri have to share the other one)

This boy gets high on the regular I mean sero is his best bro

kaminari prefers getting high by eating edibles or brownies tho because he’s a little pussy whose lungs can’t handle smoke all that much

he thought you two could play some mario kart and chill out and it would be a fun little date in the dorms

until you find a baggy of gummy edibles and y’all decided to inhale that shit

YALL GOT FUCKED UP

like

when I mean fucked

I mean ‘let’s sneak into shinsou’s dorm and steal his voice changer thingy and make some prank calls’ fucked up

first of all, never disturb shinsou while he’s sleeping because he will bitchslap the both of y’all so hard y’all’s momma feels it

you first started with calling Endeavour (you just asked shouto and he delivered and told y’all to ‘make the bastard cry if you can’)

oomf

Y’all used All Might’s voice and

“IT IS I, ALL MIGHT! CALLING TO ASK YOU...”IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY BROKEN? wELL yOu bEtter gO cAtcH iT [insert denki wheezing].”

for some reason, denki goes from being a really happy and jokey high to calming down and being unusually quiet

he’s what you call

“fake woke”

like he’ll go on and on about how we need to save the turtles and use metal straws as he takes a drinks from his plastic straw

he drinking La Croix 🤢

he talks about how the moon landing is fake and how you two are side characters in an anime like what ?!?

like he just quotes Shane Dawson Conspiracy Theory videos

“Uh What’s up you guys, Here’s Danki with another spooky conspiracy about how Midoryia was given All Might’s quirk and will be the next symbol of peace”

“Kami...that makes no sense. You can’t give other people quirks”

“What if...you ate their hair tho?😳”

“Denki...sTOP”

maybe he real woke 🤭

🌸 alien queen 🌸

this beautiful ball of sunshine

this gorgeous piece of cotton-candy

my wife

uwu

okay back to the h/c

Mina doesn’t get high a lot but when you hang out with Sero and Kaminari, you’re bound to get shitfaced

She only likes doing it as a group or with someone else

It’s just more enjoyable to her to be in that state with someone else

She feels like it brings friends closer together in a way

Which is why when you agreed to get high with her, she was so excited

she brought anything she could think of to make this a comfortable experience like snacks and drink if you get the munchies and the best movies to watch when you’re high like ‘Shrek’ and ‘Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle’

she has such a big fat lesbian crush on you

she just wants to be closer to you and spend all her time with you

she also really hopes you don’t get overwhelmed by the amount of pink of her room

You knock on the door of your cute pink crush and nervously hoping for the best tonight

maybe

if you’re lucky

you and her will 😏

cuddle 🥺

She opens the door so fast that you swear the door hinge cracked but you couldn’t think about that when Mina had the brightest toothy grin on her face as she pulls you into her comfy room

“I hope you like Shrek”

“I love Shrek”

um

is it too soon to ask you to marry her?

because she thinks you’re the girl of her dreams

she sits you down on the hot pink and black couch of hers and starts rolling the blunt as the movie starts to play

you were so hypnotized by her tongue coming out to lick the sides of the blunt in order to close it and apparently you were staring so hard that she noticed because you saw her already pink face flush into a dark red

you two are so cute

uwu

let’s go lesbians

When your hand touches hers as she passes the blunt to you, you honestly think you felt electricity connect your fingertips as it burned and shocked you at the same time

Mina is such a giggly high

it’s so fucking adorable

especially when you both are sent into a fit of laughter when she says donkey reminds her of denki and you responded with ‘denkey’

you both get tired after the second movie and start to move closer to each other for warmth and

you couldn’t help but notice how sweet she always smelled and how her eyes are so unique and beautiful

she could help but notice the light blush on your face and think if it was there because of all the laughing or if it was because of her

neither of you were sure who leaned in first but before you knew it, you were kissing the girl you’ve had a crush on for so long, you only wish you had the guts to do it when you were sober

you both got the cuddles you wanted and fell asleep in each other’s arms with peaceful smiles on both of your faces

🦈 shark boi 🦈

do you expect this manly boi to be the kind of person to 420 blaze it?

not at fucking all

he just seems like the person to not care about all that stuff

like ‘say no to drugs bc drugs are unmanly as fuck’

but

he 420 blazes it like every other weekend

it’s better to do it in moderation unlike sero, who is in a constant state of cloud nine

kiri’s mood doesn’t really change much when he’s high because

he’s already a smiling bundle of light

but

when kiri gets high

he kinda overshares 😳

“Y/n... have I ever told you that you have the tightest ass out of everyone in class like you could suffocate me between those cheeks and I’d die the happiest man on earth”

he’s so wild wtf

like he’ll go to tell you about his middle school insecurities to busting it down to Baby Shark

someone tell this man to stop referring to himself as ‘Daddy Shark’ blease make it stob

he is so flirty too like

“Baby let me show you why they call me a Riot 😏”

“Didn’t you come up with that name yourself?”

he is so sensitive tho so don’t be too harsh because he will start crying at the littlest things

don’t show him any sad movies while he’s in this state unless you want to be kept up all night with him ranting about how ‘Black Widow deserved better than what Marvel did to her’

did he lie?

😤 and i oop

you need to tell him how manly and strong and special he is just to get him to sleep

he will be out like a light the moment you run your hands through his spiky hair

he’s like a vsco girl on whiteclaw lmao sksksk

[tweenw]

Haunted House- (Theo Raeken)

Characters: Theo Raeken and (Y/N)

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Warnings:swearing, awful attempt at suspense :///

Word Count: 1285

Summary: ‘This house is not haunted�� ~‘Okay so this house might be a little bit haunted.’

“Theo I swear to God if you breathe down my neck one more time I’m going to push you down the elevator shaft.” I growl at the tall man next to me, who’s sporting a cheeky grin as my hand tightens around his arm. Cautiously, I step over the broken glass on the floor, and the two of us keep on walking down the dark hallway.

For some reason, I let Theo persuade me into exploring one of the few abandoned mansions just outside of Beacon Hills, not that far away if you have a car, which thankfully he does. Though now that I’m actually in this old place, with exposed pipes in walls and floors with gaping holes that scream danger, I’m starting to regret my decision. 

“Chill out, it’s fun watching you squirm.” Theo rolls his eyes, whether at me freaking out or his clever reference to last night, I don’t really care. What I care about is getting out of this house as fast as humanly possible.

The two of us round a corner and come face to face with a set of large double doors, the type that no mansion can be called a mansion without. Theo, obviously trying to keep my heart attack at bay, decides to push open one of the doors and reveal a large, empty room. A dark, empty and terrifying room.

Without so much as looking at me, which would have given away just how scared I am, Theo strides forward and begins to shine his torch around the room. As it turns out, it’s an old conservatory, with a glass ceiling and walls. 

Theo turns around to look at me, a huge smile on his lips, as he’s always been the type to get excited about things that might terrify and possibly be the death of other people. 

“Alright, calm down there, Fred. Shaggy isn’t really feeling all of your excitement.” I glance around nervously, trying to calculate the odds of some demon crouching in the corner and waiting to attack.

Theo tugs my arm so I’m forced to walk further into the room, before he looks down at me and wraps his arms around me, a small smile on his lips. Not a teasing one, for the first time tonight, but a gentle and loving one. The smile that I fell for two years ago when he transferred to Beacon Hills High. The smile that made me agree to this stupid idea in the first place. 

“Clam down, you’re safe. This house is not haunted. And look on the plus side, we’re spending time together and we’re not fighting monsters. Now for me, personally, that’s a win.” Theo smiles down at me for a brief second,before placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I take a deep breath, a calming one, before smiling a little at Theo. He’s right, the fear is irrational. This house has probably been empty for a long time, and will most likely remain vacant.

Just as Theo turns around to explore the room in more depth, the heavy double doors behind us slam shut with a deafening noise. If it weren’t so sudden, I’m positive I would have screamed like a priest who stumbled into a red-light district.

Slowly, I turn to look at Theo’s confused face with my own freaked out one. “Are you seriously trying to tell me this house isn’t haunted?”

As if on cue, a loud bang comes from behind the heavy-set doors, like something falling down and breaking. That’s all it takes for my blood to run cold and my feet to carry me behind Theo, a completely rational response to the given situation. Either someone is trying to freak us out on purpose, or this just turned into an episode of Supernatural. 

“Okay so this house might be a little bit haunted.” Theo says uneasily, one of his arms coming up behind him to push me further back. 

My feet take me all the way to the glass covering the far right wall, and I cautiously lean against it, testing if it could break. When it doesn’t, I put my full weight on it and return my attention to the door that just about gave me a heart attack. “I fricking told you!” I hiss at Theo, who seems to be focusing on whether or not he can hear anything. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he places a finger to his lips, telling me to stay quiet.

In the eerie silence, there’s a faint cracking in the glass panel behind me, and before I have the chance to jump away, I fall through. 

My back hits the wet grass with a thud, the cold wind howling around me. With a groan, I push myself to sit up, and look at Theo standing in the window frame, his face one of both worry and amusement.

“Comfortable there, babe?” He asks, cocking his head to the side in a mocking manner. I huff and get up, brushing myself over to get rid of any grass. That’s a gorgeous sweater ruined. 

Theo jumps out after me, landing on his feet unlike me. The five foot drop isn’t even that high, but I’m positive I’ll bruise. “Bite me.” I retort, pursing my lips as I look up at the shattered window pane. What made the noise at the door?

As if on cue, another glass pane shatters. Then the next one, and the next, the stained glass falling at our feet. Theo grabs my hand in his and begins to slowly back away, having noticed my horrified expression.

All of the glass panes break, bar one. It’s the one on the left side of the room, the largest one. I blink once, twice, to make sure I’m not seeing things. To make sure that what I see with my own eyes is actually real. Without looking at Theo, afraid that if I look away it will disappear, I ask. “You can see that too, right? Or am I tripping?”

His silence confirms my worries. 

Behind the tainted glass is the outline of a figure. A tall, menacing figure. Then, a high pitched wail. 

My feet can no longer stay planted in the grass, and instead I begin sprinting in the direction of Theo’s car, with his hand firmly grasped in mine. My heart hammers away in my chest, and for a brief second I wonder if it’s possible that this will lead to a heart attack.

Theo lets go of my hand to get his keys out of his pocket, before unlocking the car and jumping in at record speed. His hands fumble with the keys for a few seconds, but just as he starts up the car, the figure appears at the side of the house, the loud and high-pitched wail once again piercing my ears.

He steps on the accelerator and the car speeds out of the long driveway, leaving the figure behind. The noise thankfully grows fainter by the second. I notice Theo’s knuckles are white as a ghost, clutching the steering wheel as if it was the only thing keeping him sane.

“Theo, it’s fine.” I reach out and place my hand over his in an attempt to comfort him. His eyes find mine, before he steps off the accelerator and the car slows down to a legal speed.

“What the fuck was that?” He huffs, shaking his head. 

I intertwine our fingers and rest my hand on his thigh. “I don’t even want to think about that. At least you believe me when I say it’s haunted though.” 

He rolls his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips. He brings my hands to his lips and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles. “Of course, wimp.”

[ilovejacksonswang]

Teach Me What Real Love is

A/N: Hello! It’s been a bit but here’s my second fic that I’m posting online!! Not going to lie, I’m pretty excited for this one because I’ve been working so hard on it and I had a lot of fun writing it :) I’ve always had a soft-spot for Wonho I decided to give this oneshot a chance. Also! This is my first time writing in second person POV! So!! That means that it’s my first time using “you” and “y/n” instead of making up an actual character with a name, so please have mercy if there are some mistakes! Thank you for reading, I hope you like it :) All credit for the gif goes to kaimikachan

Summary: The premise behind this story is basically that you’re engaged but you end up falling for your irresistible wedding florist, Wonho.

Rated: PG-13 even though there isn’t any smut or anything, there are just mild references. I’d say this is definitely fluff and possibly a little angsty?? I really don’t know bout the angst, definite fluff though, I think.

Word Count: 12,809

Edit: Here’s a link to the sequel if you liked this story you can keep reading! 

It’s like watching a house burn to the ground when all you could do is pour glasses of water on it, knowing it would turn to cinders anyway. It’s like trying to stop a car from crashing, knowing there’s nothing you can do from the passenger side seat. It’s like trying to piece together a broken vase, it would never look the same but damn it all if you didn’t try to make it whole again. At the end, all you’re left with is ash and soot, fire and pain.

           You loved him like a storm. Now all you could do is cry like one.

           But that’s the thing. Loved. You don’t know when you stopped and if only you did and you could’ve stopped the crash before it got too late.

           “Y/n! Please! Open the door, let us in! We want to help,” the door is locked and even if you could somehow will your limbs to move, summon enough strength to let your bridesmaids Jasmine and Aurora into your dressing room, you wouldn’t. He left you up there alone, so alone you wanted to be. Sobs wrack your body and you don’t even bother to quiet them. You couldn’t be bothered with anything. This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, the day you and your first love finally promised forever to each other. And you would’ve.

           But it’s hard to do that when one half of the married couple is missing.

           Curled in a ball in the corner of your dressing room, all you could do is blame yourself as tears kept slipping down your cheeks, you swore they could drown you. The signs were all there. Even if he was physically with you, he felt like a ghost and you tried to play necromancer holding séance after séance to try and keep his ghost coming back. Sitting there in the dark room, you realize you don’t even remember the last time he had told you he loved you, and a fresh bout of sobs leave you trembling.

           The worst part of watching a disaster come, is that you know it’s coming. But that doesn’t stop you from getting invested anyway, doesn’t stop you from caring. It’s like building a house you love in a flood zone. You know that when monsoon season comes, it will wash away the house and your hopes for it too, but how can you feel at home anywhere else?

           Staring into the dark as teardrops stream down your face, rivers of grief, you can’t even tell if you’re more upset that he left you or that he left you after you had planned this elaborate wedding, bought a dress, booked tickets for a honeymoon, planned an entire beginning to a fairytale happy ever after that he never planned to be a part of. Anger surges through you and you want to scream, to cry, to rip the wedding dress off your body, to cut your neatly piled hair off your head, to throw the flower bouquet-

           The flowers. Wonho.

           “Sweetheart, are you in there? Open up. Don’t shut us out like this, just open up and let Jasmine and Aurora in, let me in, please?” just like your thoughts summon him, he’s at the door and you remember that he was there, he was there to watch you walk down the aisle to no one, to watch you run out of the ballroom, his flowers in your hands and in the hands of your bridesmaids, decorating the room that hosted your family, and your fiancé’s – ex- fiancé’s – family. Like a ghost, you drift to the door, your hands hovering over the lock. Should you let him in? He’d seen you cry before, but do you really want him to see you so desolate and distressed? His job is to be your wedding guest, not your shoulder to cry, weep, bawl on until your body refuses to produce a single tear more. And yet, you remind yourself bitterly, this wouldn’t be the first time he saw you shatter.

           “Please…” his voice is muted by the door, but the desperation in it cuts to your soul. Before you can process anything, the door is open and he’s rushing in and you’re in his arms and he smells so good and-

           “Thank god y/n, please don’t do that again,” his voice cracks and you want to apologize, but the sobs choke you and you’re crying into his chest but instead of pushing you away, he just holds you tighter.

           “I – I don’t know what to do,” you sob into his chest, his hands gripping you tight around your waist as you allow yourself to shatter, “They’re all still out there, how can I show them my face again? I’m beyond embarrassed, Wonho, I’m mortified!”

           “It’s ok sweetheart, just breathe. Look, Jasmine and Aurora are going to go out there and take care of the guests, while I stay here with you and we’re going to figure this out,” he reassures, his voice shaking in barely contained rage towards your coward of a fiancé. His hand gently cupping your cheek stops you from further burrowing your head into him as he tenderly pulls your face up towards his, a severe frown marring his beautiful face, the soft brown tips of his hair tickling your skin and he’s so close you can almost forget about everything else…

           “You deserve so much better. I knew that the second you walked into my shop, in your soft pink dress smiling at lilies and lilacs. You’re an angel sweetheart don’t let him, don’t let anyone, steal your halo,” the seriousness in his tone sobers you and you sniffle, trying to stop your tears. It’s hard to believe that despite only knowing you for the three months leading up to your wedding, Wonho knows exactly what to say to make you feel like the world isn’t crashing and burning around you, like even if your house is washed away in the flood, you can still find home. You look up at him, his thumbs delicately wiping the tears from your face.

           “He has no idea what he’s missing out on. You looked like a princess walking down that aisle, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I’ve worked with flowers for years now so I can say with all my heart that it’s going to be hard going back to working with them knowing that they’ll never be as pretty as you are. And I know right now isn’t the best time, but I’m kicking myself for not telling you sooner so I’m just going to say that I want you. I want to be the one to treat you right, the prince to your princess,” his confession is a breath slipped between his lips and a shot straight through your heart. You can’t remember the last time your heart beat like this, it’s like coming back alive from the dead.

           Guilt washes over you, you were supposed to be marrying another man but the source of all your doubts is standing right in front of you with his arms surrounding you.

And he smells like flowers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 months ago ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           Lilies, Lilacs, Lavender. Lilies, Lilacs, and Lavender? Lilies with lilacs? Or Lavender with Lilacs?

This store is known around town for having every kind of flower you could think of. But you? You’re stuck on the three purple ones because purple is your favorite color and even if your fiancé hates purple, he could suck it because it’s your damn wedding day, too. Not that he had cared or asked about how the preparations were going, where you booked your honeymoon, what the venue is, who you invited, or, you know, anything. It’s always “I’m busy with work” with him and you couldn’t remember when he had stopped adding the “babe” to the ends of his excuses.

But you weren’t going to think about your absent fiancé who hadn’t even showed up to the wedding hall booking appointment. There’s too much to get done and none of it is going to get done if you let yourself get upset. He missed the appointment, you bought your bridesmaids purple dresses, it was even.

So it’s just you and the Lilacs, Lilies, and Lavender…and the florist you’ve made an appointment with over the phone once your cousin started raving about how “delightful” the staff is to work with and how “fresh” their flowers are. Any minute now and you would go find him-

“Hello Ma’am, are you by chance y/n, my 3:00 appointment?”

Unless he found you first.

“Oh yeah, Hi! I’m-” you immediately start, expecting a retired older man to be standing behind you. It just made sense that maybe someone older would be working with flowers after maybe a corporate job that they found too stressful, so you’re entirely caught off guard when you turn around to find someone so drop dead gorgeous-

And then he smiles. And drop-dead-gorgeous became drop-my-panties.

A blush colors his handsome face. He has these eyes that look so soft and knowing, like he could unravel you at the seams with just a glance. His plump lips quirk up in a sheepish smile and an apron covers his toned body. His hair that’s brown and the color of pecans is styled in an undercut, the tips just brushing his dark eyelashes. There are traces of a black tattoo peeping from under the sleeve of the blue t-shirt that stretches over his chest and brings out his lovely brown eyes that are also roving over you and it finally dawns on you that you still haven’t answered and-

“Y/n! My name’s y/n!” you blurt, “but you knew that because you just said it and I’m you’re three o’clock and I’m getting flowers.”

He quirks his eyebrows at your nervous rambling and you fight the urge to jump inside the vases they keep the flowers in.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re at a flower shop then. I’m Wonho,” he smiles. It hangs crooked on his face and you have the urge to touch the laugh lines on his face. A breathy laugh escapes you and you don’t know why you feel winded like you’ve just run a mile and your awful habit of oversharing springs up on you as words bubble out of your mouth.

“I have a wedding, in three months. Well, it’s mine. I mean, the wedding, it’s my wedding like I’m the one getting married, I guess. And I’ve heard some really good things about this shop. So I booked this appointment because I need flowers. Actually, I own the bakery like two stores down, so it’s really close to this shop. I can’t believe I’ve never been here before, it’s so pretty,” you pause, sticking your hand out for him to shake. His smile transforms his entire face, his shoulders shaking in silent mirth as he reaches out to shake your hand and you’re taken aback that such soft hands could have such a firm grip.

“So that’s where I know you from! I go to your bakery for lunch at least once a week. It’s nice to finally meet the woman behind those amazing croissants. We can head back to my office and talk arrangements in there. Weddings are my favorite to work, I have a portfolio with arrangements I’ve done in the past that you can look at to kind of get an idea of what we can and can’t do,” he talks over his shoulder as he leads you through the maze of flowers and into an office in the back that’s also decorated with flowers, hanging from the ceilings and creeping up walls, lining a window that lets the sun illuminate soft orange walls.

“Have a seat,” he instructs as he rummages through a book shelf that stands amidst the flowers and behind his desk and you follow his command, plopping own on the plush love seat that sits on one side of his desk. You’re in awe at how quickly he changes from boy next door to business professional as he pulls out a binder and lays it open in his desk.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking but, how come you’re here alone?” He asks, his broad back facing you as he busily looks through the binders in his book shelf. You’re grateful he can’t see the embarrassed flush covering your cheeks and mentally curse your fiancé for subjecting you to this humiliation, the questions you’ve gotten from everyone on why you’ve been running around town trying to pull together a wedding without the person you’re getting married to.

“Um, my fiancé’s a lawyer who can’t seem to get time off and my bridesmaids are out of town right now,” you mumble, casting your eyes wistfully out the window and it must be vulnerability in your voice that catches Wonho off guard and makes him turn around toward you. His breathe catches in his throat. You’re a vision to be seen sitting on that loveseat with your hair falling down in waves around you, surrounded by flowers with the sunlight catching you through the window in a way that makes it look like you’re the one glowing. He has to remind himself that you’re spoken for and here to pick flowers for a wedding, your wedding to a sap who couldn’t even take time out his day to make it to a flower appointment. A surge of anger-jealousy rushes through him and he has to push it down. He almost regrets asking feeling the change in your mood from excited-nervous to something a lot more sober.

“Well, that’s ok! It’s all the more better, if I’m going to be honest. You wouldn’t believe the amount of fights I’ve seen that start from simple disagreements over what flowers to pick and where to put them,” he makes a sound of disbelief, “I even had to shield my flowers once from the rampage of a mother-in-law.”

The image has you laughing again and Wonho takes a deep, thankful breath, grateful he got that frown off your face. When he finally finds the binder he’s looking for, he lays it open next to the first one and flips it open to a picture of a lovely wedding venue covered in flowers.

“This bride really had a thing for hydrangeas. She said they were her grandmother’s favorite and since her grandmother couldn’t be there, she wanted the room to be full of them. She swore having them there made her feel like her grandmother was there with her. This is why I love what I do. Sometimes, a flower isn’t just a flower,” he explains, and the passion and raw emotion in his voice takes you aback. His eyes lift up from the picture and meet yours, and for the second time today you feel as if your breath has been stolen from you. You feel time freeze, as you both just look at each other, and you feel like you’re privy to some secret about this man that no one else knows, which is silly because you’ve just met.

“Why don’t you leaf through these binders, see what you like and we can talk about it right after I come back with some refreshments,” his voice is deeper than it was before and you’re so surprised and, you can’t believe it but, turned on that you can’t even protest and before you know it he’s left the room and left you with your thoughts and binders that showcase the fruits of this man’s passion.

Guilt creeps in as you realize that you’re acting like a teenager, fawning over this man because of the way he talks about flowers. You scoff at yourself, but you can’t even remember the last time Garret, your fiancé, talked about anything like that. It’s stupid and pointless, you know, comparing this random man to your fiancé but the doubts start creeping in and you shake them away and stop thinking about it because it’s all you can do and you don’t want to think about it anymore but it’s getting harder and harder to justify your absent fiancé and-

“I hope you like tea?” Wonho walks in holding a tray with a clear tea kettle and some tea cups, another man walking in behind him holding another tray that’s topped with cookies and chocolates. You nod avidly in response to his question as he places the tray down in front of you and you can see the tea in the kettle is the same color as his hair and there an entire flower in it. As if reading the awe on your face, Wonho chuckles and explains.

“It’s blooming tea, one of my favorites. The flower blooms when you put it in the hot water and it’s just as pretty as it is delicious,” you’re taken aback again, simply by the way his voice changes when he talks about flowers. He regards them so tenderly, like a mother talking about her children, and you can only smile in response. You feel the exact same way about baking, which is why you opened your bakery, despite how much Garret told you it was a failing venture and that you would never make it. A year later and business is booming, you’d designed cakes for weddings and birthdays and events and made a name for yourself as the town’s cake-girl. It’s like his spirit speaks straight to yours, his passion is magnetic and you couldn’t stop yourself from responding to it. You couldn’t even remember the last time you felt like this.

He gently places a sugar cube into a cup an pours the tea over it, making a show of it and you laugh in response to his antics. He stirs in the sugar and places the cup before you, surprising you by making his way around his desk and sitting next to you on the couch as opposed to across from you and behind his desk. It’s oddly intimate, being so close to him but you can’t help but be grateful, it made you feel not so alone.

You take the cup of tea and sip it slowly as you listen to Wonho talk animatedly about wedding arrangements, table arrangements, flower arches, and bouquets. Conversation flows so easily between the both of you it’s like you’ve known each other in a past life. The minutes fly by an you want to grab onto them and make them stay because truth be told, you haven’t had this much fun talking to someone since you started planning your wedding 6 months ago.

“I think that you’re better off having violets in your wedding bouquet, they can offer that rich shade of purple that you want and we can mute that deep purple by adding some white roses to the bouquet. That way, it won’t be overwhelmingly purple with your bridesmaid’s dresses. That way, we can give bouquets of only white roses to your bridesmaids and your bouquet will be the only one with violets,” Wonho explains, “I can make arches to put over the altar of drooping lilacs. Instead of red rose petals on the carpet, we can do the white rose petals and have arrangements of lilacs and violets at the ends of the rows where people will be sitting. And for the table arrangements, I think it would be nice if we do a mix of whites and purples.”

He shows you some pictures of tall arrangements, short arrangements, arrangements with flowers floating in bowls of water, and you’re astounded that he’s done all of them. His fingers flit around the binder and you can’t help but think how skillful they must be if he’s capable of creating such breathtaking arrangements. He listens to every word you say as if your word is holy and you revel in his attention. Hour by hour, time slips by as talking about flowers fades into talking about anything and everything you can think of.

           “The secret is not skimping on the butter, and layering. If you layer a croissant right and fold in the butter, it’ll be flaky and crispy but soft, too. You have to be careful with them, but if you do it right, they’re to die for,” you explain, on your fourth cup of tea and relishing on the fact that Wonho’s attention is exclusively on you. He’s an avid listener and once he got you started talking about your bakery, you couldn’t stop. You felt silly talking so much about it at the beginning, but his curious questions and encouraging nods put you at ease in a way that only very close friends have. You couldn’t help but bitterly think that Garret never asks about your bakery or anything in connection to your passion.

           “I could’ve sworn you guys were folding drugs in there, I swear I’m addicted to everything you sell,” Wonho laughs, shaking his head, “there’s no such thing as a good morning until I’ve had a cookie or croissant from your bakery.”

           You warm under his appraisal and awkwardly giggle, tucking your hair behind your ear, not used to the flattery. A knock at the door breaks the spell that binds you together, pulling you back to reality as Wonho’s eyes flicker to the door, a frown marring his face.

           “Sorry to interrupt your appointment, Wonho, but I think your next appointment is here and she’s getting a little antsy,” a lanky boy stands at the door, looking a little sheepish. Wonho lets out a deep sigh and looks at you apologetically.

           “Tell her I’ll be there in 5 minutes, Hyungwon. Show her the snapdragons we just got, it’s Sally, right? She’ll love that for her client,” he instructs the boy at the door, who nods and walks back out, as he clears the binders. You awkwardly stand up as he flits about his office.

           “I’m sorry I have to cut this short, I just seemed to have lost track of time. Why don’t you come back in two weeks and by then I’ll have some sample arrangements and bouquets set up so you can see what they look like and we can still change things. I’ll have some price estimates ready for you about then, too, depending on which flowers you decide on and how many I’ll need,” he explains, pulling a card out of his desk drawer and scribbling a time for a follow-up appointment on it. You nod as he hands his card over and you smile at him.

           “Thanks for your time, I can’t wait to see the arrangements,” you offer him your hand again and he takes it. You shake hands for a good minute, his touch lingering as neither of you are ready to head back to reality, unable to shake off the chemistry there is between you but as Hyungwon clears his throat from the entrance again, a woman standing by his side, you both head your ways. You can’t help from smiling all the way to your next appointment, scolding yourself in your head, for acting like such a child with a crush. You try to dismiss the guilt nipping at the edges of your mind, try hard not to think about it. Sure, there was chemistry between you and Wonho, but that didn’t – couldn’t – mean anything. In three months, you would walk down the aisle with Garret. Garret is safe, Garret is what is expected. You’ve known each other since you were children. He was your first love, you’re only boyfriend and you couldn’t complain over something so little as losing the fire that seemed to be such a big part of your relationship as teenagers. You try to convince yourself that it’s just because you’ve been together for a long time that he doesn’t or shouldn’t have to pay the same amount of attention to you. You made excuse after excuse in your head, contented with the sense of security they brought you, the doubts they dismissed. You would make sure your wedding is the best thing and hoped that Garret would change after you married him, after you showed him that you wanted to be his forever. So you put all your energy into planning, hoping above hope that if you could just do everything right, if you kept fighting, you could keep the two of you together.

           And that meant pushing flower boy Wonho out of your mind. Which couldn’t be that hard…right?

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           The food is getting cold. You laid on the couch, watching the minutes tick by as the hour reaches midnight. You knew Garret liked when you have food at the table when he got home from work, but lately his hours were getting more and more unpredictable and whenever you ask when he’d be home the reply is always the same.

           Whenever I’m done. At a meeting right now. Can’t talk.

           Can’t talk. He never could anymore. It’s the same thing every day and you start to wonder when the silence stopped being comfortable. You used to revel in being able to be silent with him, doing your own thing while he did his, as long as you were together. He stopped being sorry for making you stay up for him, stopped bringing flowers home, stopped making it up to you. He stopped making excuses, so you started making them for him.

A minute passes. You think about how he proposed.

           You had both gotten out of college that year and his mother invited you both over for Christmas. His mother never got along with yours, but Garret didn’t care. He wanted Christmas to be spent at his house so you fought with your mom, fought for him. His mother doted on him like he was a king, praising herself for raising a top-notch lawyer. You sat at the dinner table as his family toasted to the tough case he won, their words of praise grating on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard because you and Garret knew the man he was defending was guilty of the crime he was prosecuted for. You couldn’t find it in you to be excited that he fought for a guilty man to walk free. He told you his fighting for his clients puts the roof over your heads. So you shut up.

He paraded you around like a trophy, the diamonds he bought you to wear for the occasion dangling from your ears, but they were only for show. You had fought earlier that day about you opening your bakery and he swore on his mother’s grave, the mother that was currently talking to you about how much of catch her son was and how she can’t wait for grandkids, that it was a waste of money. But you told yourself all couples have disagreements, and you would get past this. You were just as surprised as everyone else when he called for an important announcement. He asked you to marry him. He didn’t even get down on his knee. And you said yes because his eyes told you to. His mother cried, his dad patted him on the back. He put a rock on your finger.

Another minute passes. The food’s getting cold. You fall asleep on the couch waiting for him and wake up, on the couch, to empty plates and an empty apartment. You religiously try to ignore the emptiness inside you.

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           Wonho stops by your bakery every morning on his way into his flower shop bringing with him the smell of flowers and peppermint, and you tell yourself the reason your heart is beating so fast is because you’re just excited to try out the new cupcake recipe you thought up, try to stop yourself from think that there’s anything special going on.

           “I’ll take 2 dozen cookies. I have some appointments today and I’ve found that your cookies go exceptionally with some of my blooming teas. My clients love them,” he smirks at you and you fumble around getting him his cookies like you have two left feet. He chuckles every time you bump into the counter and blows on your fingers when you shut the sliding door on your display case on them.

           “Feel better?” he smiles at you and you forget the throbbing in your fingers, nodding along trying desperately not to seem like a kid with a crush. He smiles. You slip a croissant into his bag. He comes back the next day. And the next. And the next.

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           Two weeks pass by and you’ve started marking off the days on your calendar until your wedding. You’ve written in all the important dates, made calls to make sure your guests got their invites, written in all your appointments, you plan everything down to a tee because it makes you feel like you have control of something. You couldn’t control whether or not Garret started coming home at a reasonable time, you couldn’t control whether or not he would start talking to you or paying attention to you or anything, you couldn’t control the budding feelings you felt for your florist who had started coming in for lunch every day at your bakery and whom you’d eaten with the few times you had a break the same time he came in, and you couldn’t control the guilt that made your lunches taste bitter. You have reached a point where there was no going back, so there was no use for doubts now either. You could make damn sure that the day you hoped would fix your lackluster relationship was as close to perfect as possible, so that’s what you damn well did.

           You’re on the way to your follow up appointment with Wonho and you swear to yourself the extra swipes of mascara you put on and the rosy lipstick that adorns your lips are there because you’re trying to hide how tired you are from waiting all night for Garret to come home. He never came back. And you totally aren’t trying to look good for Wonho.

           The bells on the door to Wonho’s flower shop chime a sweet symphony as you enter and you embrace the smell of flowers. It’s becoming your second favorite thing to smell, right after the smell of a freshly baked batch of cookies. There’s a boy watering some of the flowers and his name is just on the tip of your tongue, Hyungwon is it? He looks at you through the glasses hanging on his nose and his eyes light, in recognition, and then curiosity.

           “Y/n? You own the bakery right? You’re here for wedding arrangements?” he asks, continuing to water some beautiful purple flowers that were not there two weeks ago. You nod in response and he notices the way your eyes are glued to the flowers.

           “Clematis. They’re climbing plants. We just got a shipment of them in yesterday. They’re pretty, huh?” he explains, cocking his head to the side at how enraptured you are.

           “They’re breathtaking,” you breathe out, and the awe in your voice takes him by surprise.

           “You like flowers?” He asks, and you nod adamantly and for the first time you see him smile. It’s like you’ve passed some sort of test, because he puts his pail of water down.

           “Let me go get Wonho for you, he’s been fussing over these arrangements for days now. I’m sure he’ll be glad you’re finally here to see them,” He mumbles the last part as he disappears somewhere and you peruse the plants, noting the ones that hadn’t been there the last time you came and reading the abstract names on their information cards. You’re surprised to find a section of veggie plants, tomatoes and peppers and you can’t believe you never thought about using freshly grown ingredients for your bakery.

           “There you are! I have your arrangements in my office, y/n. Are you ready to see them?” his smile is full blown and so bright you feel blinded, like you have seen a star from up close. You can’t help but feel his energy like the air is charged with it. It’s absolutely bewitching, his fervor makes you feel just as delighted and you follow him to his office.

           “Close your eyes,” he instructs, his voice overflowing with child-like excitement. You giggle.

           “But if I close my eyes, how can I see where I’m going?” you chuckle and he looks over at you, a coquettish smile on his lips. He sticks his hand out and you look at him in confusion.

           “Close your eyes. I’ll guide you. Trust me, I won’t let you get hurt,” his request catches you off guard and you stare at him a moment, dumbfounded. You don’t know what it is in you, whether it’s the fact that you’re desperate to feel close to anyone or if you’ve been starved of intimate touch for so long or something else entirely, but you reach out and take his hand, closing your eyes. You gasp as you feel his presence shift from in front of you to behind you, his grasp shifting from your hands to your elbows and his hands are so close to your waist that it leaves you breathless for one long moment.

           “Forward,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning over your shoulder and you shiver as you tentatively put foot in front of foot, Wonho guiding you to where you think his office is. You can’t tell if it takes 2 seconds or 2 years to get there, time skews itself as your eyes are shut and you are amazed with how the deprivation of one sense can highly tune in others. It’s like you’re smelling flowers all over again for the first time, noticing just how soft Wonho’s hands are on your arms, hearing the pitter patter of water landing on soil, and it’s like being shown a whole new world.

           “You smell like bread. And chocolate. Were you at the bakery?”

           “Yeah, I’m sorry, I-”

           “I like it. Don’t apologize.”

           You warm under his admiration, wishing you could hide. It’s a simple compliment, but it makes you feel like you’re absolutely open to him, like he could see into your soul and tear down any guards you built around yourself. It makes you feel vulnerable and you’re not used to it and you can’t figure out why you actually like feeling like this, feeling like you don’t have to be in control of something for once and-

           “Open your eyes.”

           Like a puppet on a string, you obey his command and take a second to notice that you’re in his office and that’s when your eyes land on a group of floral arrangements.

           And they are so beyond beautiful, you question if those flowers are really the same as the ones you saw outside, if he even got them from the same planet. You’re eyes flicker to Wonho’s and you see his confidence flickering, he looks nervous and you can’t for the love of everything rationalize how this man could possible feel insecure about his abilities. You look back at the flowers, taking them in. There’s just a perfect balance between dark purple flowers and the white roses that prevent the purple from being overwhelming. He’s found a way to twist little teardrop shaped crystals into the bride’s bouquet, they twinkle in the sunlight filtering in from the window and cast rainbows around the room. He’s filled in some lighter purple flowers to make the difference between the purple and white not so stark, and the bridesmaid’s bouquet is just as beautiful. For the table pieces, he’s arranged a faux mini tree with flowers creeping up the trunk and hanging from its branches. Little fairy lights also droop from the branches and create an effect like there are fireflies amongst the flowers. Little candles circle the base of the tree, floating in little glasses of water with purple and white flower petals sprinkled on the surface of the water. It’s absolutely perfect, beyond anything you could have ever imagined and you don’t even know how to begin to thank him. Your eyes meet his again and if he looked unsure a few seconds ago, he looks desperately anxious now.

           “I don’t even have words, Wonho. My dreams couldn’t even compare to these. I’m beyond wowed, I’m dazzled,” you breathe out and it’s like your words are the oxygen he needs to breathe. He lets out a long breath and the smile that sets upon his face has you wondering if it’s the flowers you’re actually dazzled by.

           “I’m glad you like them. So, are there any changes you want to make? Now’s the time to get the logistics straight,” he sits down on the loveseat and you sit next to him. You both talk business for the next half hour, placement and dates, orders and prices, fine-tuning all the details with a cup of blooming tea that Hyungwon brings in. The talk makes you feel giddy, so excited until you realize that no matter how much careful attention you put into these small little details, the table arrangements, the colors of the candles, the crystals, the flower arches, Garret probably won’t care much for them. You’re mind flashes back to the time you tried to splurge on some houseplants that you decorated your joint apartment with. He threw them away as soon as he came home, saying that he they were too girly.

           “Is something wrong? Your mood seems a little off, are you tired? Do you have a headache, a fever?” Wonho questions, his eyebrows scrunched in worry. You shake your head, he isn’t your relationship counselor. It would be unfair to him to sit in his office, taking up his time with your complaints and doubts. So you stopped thinking about them. Pushed them to the farthest corners of your mind and locked them there.

           “No… I’m ok, I’m just a little worried about some stuff. You know, when you’re the bride, there’s a million things to worry about,” you improvise. He nods his head knowingly.

           “You shouldn’t overexert yourself. Don’t you have anyone to help you with all of this? Your fiancé, for example? Usually, when I’m having these appointments for weddings, both the bride and groom come in. Sometimes, the family too. Sometimes I feel like a teacher in front of a small class of students,” he jokes and manages to pull a smile from you, although his mention of your very absent fiancé does leave a sour taste in your mouth. You are bitter. You hated feeling like you’re pulling together an elaborate wedding for… yourself. By the way things were going, it don’t even feel like you’re marrying someone. Garret is about as present and active in the planning process as a rock. If you ask him for help, he would complain.

           Don’t you know I’m busy? You’re perfectly capable of planning your wedding. I have these cases to file and important people to talk to. All you have to do is bake bread.

           And yet, if you didn’t do any preparations, he would complain.

           Isn’t the wedding close? What are you doing going to work? Nothing’s done and you have to make sure my Aunt Sarah doesn’t sit at the same table as Aunt Ester.

           “No. I don’t have anyone to help me. Fiancé went on a business trip,” you lie, because you really don’t know where Garret is. And you don’t ask because you’re more afraid of the answer than the question. He didn’t come back last night, at all. So you made excuse after excuse to put your mind to rest. If you started to question this, you’d question everything and then you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.

           “How long is he gone for?”

           “Uhm… 4 weeks?” you answer, but you sound unsure to even your own ears. Wonho looks skeptical, but he doesn’t question the obvious lie.

           “Well, if you need any help, I know a few wedding planners. I could always refer them to you, they come to my shop for arrangements for their clients’ weddings,” he offers, a sympathetic smile on his face.

           “That would be great, but I can’t afford a wedding planner,” you respond even though you could technically afford one. If you used Garret’s money, you could afford a cruise around the world, twice. But you hated using him for money. Wonho nods understandingly.

           “Well. How about this then, if you need help with anything, you let me know. If you have appointments to go to and don’t want to go alone, anything really, let me know and I’ll personally take care of it,” he offers, his eyes brimming with sincerity and the weight of his offer settles upon you.

           “Oh, I couldn’t ask that of you! That’s too much, I wouldn’t want to bother you and to be honest, I’m sure you’re really busy and-”

           “No, it’s ok. Trust me. My mother was a wedding planner. I would help her with a lot of those things, so it’s in my blood, if you will,” you could hear the heartfelt desire to help in his voice, and you don’t know what it is in you that makes you nod and accept it. He smiles at you and you return it.

           “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but, what made you decide to become a florist?” you ask, curious to learn more about this mysterious boy who keeps shaking the boat you want to keep steady. A shy smile graces his lips and you take a moment to memorize him like this. He’s breathtaking, his lips read from biting on them while talking, his brown hair a mess from running his hands through it, his eyes alight with a burning passion that you long to understand.

           “You’re going to think it’s silly,” his eyes flicker away from yours and you scoff.

           “Silly? Silly is the fact that I once went through a flamingo phase and almost redecorated my entire bakery to be flamingo themed until my friends snapped me out of it. That’s silly. Not something you obviously seem to love,” you explain, coaxing a laugh from Wonho.

           “Flamingos?” he asks in disbelief. You nod gravely.

           “Flamingos. I had figurines made up and everything,” you shake your head at yourself, “So tell me. Why a florist?”

           He looks at you a moment, wondering if he could really divulge why he’s so passionate about flowers to you. Wondering if you would get it. He stands up suddenly, and you’re shocked when he pulls you up with him, his hand a live wire sending electricity up and down your arm where he grips you.        

           “A lot of people are passionate about dogs and cats. They love them with all their hearts and take care of them until they grow old and pass away. Companions for life, things like that. As much love you give for your pet, they give the same love back to you. A lot of people think that plants can’t do the same because they’re ‘inanimate’ or whatever. But look,” he stands behind you.

           “Do you trust me?” he asks. This time, you don’t hesitate before you nod your head. You can practically feel the smile on his face, his breath once again a silk touch on the skin of your shoulder and you have to suppress a shudder as his hands come up and rest over your eyes, depriving you of sight.

           “Breath in. And feel,” he instructs and you follow him, allowing your mind to focus on everything and nothing. You don’t know what you’re supposed to be feeling for, but you play along, starting with visualizing the room in your head, the plants that share the same space. A long minute passes by like this, the only sounds in the room are those of your shared breathing and your heart beating in your ears.

And suddenly, you feel crazy, you think you understand what he means. Sharing the same space, it’s as if the plants are alive. You can hear them rustling in the distance, the dripping of water into their soil, all parts of a bigger picture, all mechanisms of life. It’s as if they have a presence of their own.

           “A lot of times, people neglect that plants are a lot like humans, or like any other animal. You raise them, you grow them from a seed. You take care of their soil, their water, their posture and the amount of light they get the way a mother takes care of an infant that can only rely on her. And just like that infant will grow into a beautiful child for their mother, plants grow into beautiful flowers and leaves, giving us our love back in the form of fruits and flowers. It sounds crazy, but they have emotions just like any other living creature. A plant in a negative or stressful environment dies. They rely on us just as much as we rely on them. They give so much to us, whether in the form of fruits and vegetables or beauty so that our eyes may feel comfort upon looking at them. They make it so bees can produce honey and fertilize other plants and fruits. They are life. That’s what it means to me, to take care of them, to love them,” his whispered words wash over you like honey, and you are hypnotized by the quiet affection in his tone. His hands fall from your eyes and you open them, and it’s like the room is buzzing with vitality. You almost couldn’t believe that you’d never noticed it before, the way the plants seem to breathe.

           You turn around, your eyes meeting his and he’s smiling serenely, like this is where he belongs.

           “You’re crazy.”

           “I know.”

           A throat clearing from the door interrupts you as you both turn to see an incredulous Hyungwon standing at the door.

           “Am I interrupting something?”

           “Uh, no, Y/n and I were just finishing up. Why?” Wonho answers, frustration clear in his voice. Hyungwon’s eyebrows raise in question.

           “There’s a call from a supplier. They wanted to talk to you. I told them to wait 5 minutes and put them on hold,” Hyungwon informs, and Wonho grunts in frustration. He glances at you.

           “I’ll be out in 5,” Wonho dismisses Hyungwon and you both are left alone again.

           “So, you’ll call me for help with your wedding preparations if you ever feel overwhelmed again?” he asks, and you nod along.

           “Good. I have one condition, though,” his smile is sly.

           “What?” you ask, hesitantly.

           “I’ll help you with your wedding if you teach me how to make those croissants you’ve been slipping me for free for the past two weeks. Don’t think I didn’t notice,” your cheeks color at his acknowledgement.

           “Deal,” you stick out your hand and he quirks his eyebrow at you playfully, taking your hand and his touch sends goosebumps up your arms.

           You leave his office with a large smile on your face and some feeling consuming your chest.

           It feels like you’re falling.

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           Wonho knows he’s above putting moves on a woman who is soon to be married. He doesn’t need Hyungwon’s disapproving words and sighs every time he came back from a baking lessons with you. So this time, when he came back drenched in flour after a baking lesson with you turned into a food fight, all Hyungwon could do was scoff and look at him in disbelief.

           But Wonho couldn’t get the image of you being so playful and open with him out of his mind. He had been surprised when you flung some flour onto his arm and giggled when he flung some back onto your apron. Soon enough, you were running around the kitchen with Wonho running after you, a handful of flour in his hands.

           “You came in here a flower boy, and you’re leaving here a flour boy,” you had actually winked playfully at him! He swore his heart had skipped a beat, or two. Or three.

           “Wonho, what are you doing? Honestly? Just think for a second here man. You’re arranging the flowers for her wedding! And you’re flirting with her?” Hyungwon emphasizes, and Wonho flinches.

           “I’m not flirting…” Wonho trails as Hyungwon gives him a withering look.

           “For one hot second Wonho, remember your morals and who you are as a person. Please?” Hyungwon says, his voice soft in sympathy but his words a harsh wake up call. Wonho knows he’s above going after a woman who’s taken. But what could he do? Your charm and wit, your honesty and the way your emotions played on your face, the way you opened up to him like a blooming flower, they’re absolutely beguiling to him, calling upon a part of him he couldn’t even begin to understand.

           “Well, I mean, how happy is she with her fiancé if she’s purposely staying at the bakery so late, barely talking about him, and I’ve never even seen the guy! There are couples that come from other countries together for my floral arrangements, and this guy is such a hotshot that he can’t take it upon himself to go to a single appointment with her, for their wedding? I mean, come on. She deserves more than that,” Wonho rants, looking at Hyungwon, but his best friend just frowns, patting his shoulder in consolation.        

           “Ok but, no matter what, that’s not your call to make. Don’t be that guy, Wonho. You don’t want to be the side guy, Wonho. You deserve more than that,” Hyungwon asserts, and Wonho can’t find it in him to argue with that point.

           Wonho knows he’s better than going after a woman who’s in a relationship.

           But there’s a feeling that consumes his chest like wildfire consuming a forest whenever he’s with you.

           And it feels like he’s falling.

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           “We need to talk Y/n.”

           “About what?” you answer, beyond shocked. You couldn’t remember the last time Garret wanted to talk about anything. Being in a relationship with him lately seems like you’re also dating Silence because it has a presence in your relationship more than Garret has himself. Your heart drops to your stomach, this couldn’t be good. If something is actually important enough that Garret wanted to talk about it, it has to be serious. Your mind runs through thousands of scenarios. So this is why he had called you back from the bakery early and interrupted your baking session with Wonho. It had been a little more than a month since Wonho offered to go on appointments with you in exchange for baking lessons. He was a natural and caught onto things so fast you would hire him if it weren’t for the fact that he already have a full time job. So far, he had gone with you to a catering appointment and you two had had so much fun you couldn’t wait for the next appointment. It was awkward at first, especially when the catering representative had thought he was your fiancé, but the rest of the appointment went so well you were actually beginning to have fun planning for your wedding.

           “About our wedding. I have something to ask of you,” Garret’s monotonous voice snaps you out of your reverie and you need to shake yourself to get thoughts of Wonho out of your head.

           “Yeah ok. I’m listening,” you respond, highly wary of Garret’s request and sudden interest in “talking”.

           “You know how our moms don’t get a long, right?” he starts, peaking at you to see your reaction.

           “….yes?” you respond. For a second, you think he might want them to fix things between them in the spirit of the marriage and the two families coming together. But that hope flickers out quickly.

           “My mom doesn’t want your mom at our wedding. And frankly, I agree. I think it’ll just cause problems.”

           What.

           “Wait, what? You want what?” your voice goes shrill at the end. You cannot believe this.

           “I think it’s best if your parents don’t come to our wedding,” he sighs, as if he’s already fed up with talking about this. Well, you’re not. He wanted to talk, so you’re going to talk.

           “Oh. So now it’s our wedding, now when you want me to uninvite my own mother? Now after I’ve done 80% of all the preparations and all you’ve done is brush everything off onto me, now you’re asking me to tell my mom she can’t come walk me down the aisle? And my father? Are you absolutely insane? Who’s going to walk me down the aisle, Garret?” you inject his name with as much venom as you possibly can, and he stares at you with wide eyes, taken aback by your sudden outburst.

           You’re beyond angry. You’re absolutely livid.

           And it only takes a moment for Garret to return the same anger.

           “You can walk down the aisle with my dad, who, after our wedding is going to be your dad too, Y/n. Look, tell them that they can’t come and that we’ll swing by their place after our honeymoon, or something. You know how my mom’s been with your mom ever since your mom stole the homecoming crown from her. And since that’s not my mother’s fault, it’s clear that your parents just shouldn’t come,” Garret shrugs, as if it’s nothing. He defends his mother like any good prosecutor would, but you aren’t a defendant. This isn’t a courtroom and this case is most definitely not dismissed. You are his fiancée and you are furious.

           “It was a plastic crown, Garret!” you scream, your throat immediately beginning to hurt from never having to use this vocal range, “You’re being beyond unreasonable, you’re being absolutely absurd!”

           “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Your parents can’t come to our wedding, and that’s final,” he barks out, but even his harsh tone can’t hold you back.

           “You never want to talk to me about anything anyway! I’m not a dog, Garret and that’s not how a fucking relationship works! You can’t just give me an order and expect me to go do it if it’s not something I want to do! And uninviting my parents to my wedding is not something I want to fucking do!”

           “Don’t curse at me.”

           “I’ll fucking curse at you all I want, you dickhead, you’re being a fucking asshole!” you yell, unbidden tears welling up in your eyes and falling down your face. You furiously wipe them away, hating that you have to look so weak in this situation.

           “Oh, there you go. You’re always fucking crying. I can’t take you anymore,” Garret huffs out angrily and turns his back on you. Your lips quiver, you want to shout, to scream, to throw things. But Garrets already walking away and closing you out. And you can’t find it in you to look at him anymore. So you grab your phone and you leave, going to the one place you’ve ever felt at peace.

           Your bakery.

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           The last thing Wonho expects as he’s locking up his flower shop, a little past 11 at night, is to see you walking down the street, sobbing with tears unceasingly falling down your face. He had thought the sounds were coming from a yelping cat or something, but as he saw your frame coming closer and closer down the street, he couldn’t help but feel everything stop. It’s pouring rain out, and you’re drenched from head to toe walking without an umbrella but even with your body dampened with rain, he knows the drops sliding down your cheeks aren’t from the clouds above.

           No. They’re the type of tears that came from pain.

           And suddenly it’s like his entire chest constricts. Here you are, roaming down the street like a wandering ghost, your face noticeably paler that usual, your soaking wet clothes hanging off your body like thousand pound weights, crying.

           He couldn’t explain how he’s feeling. Some mix between anger, sadness, and need. A need to make things ok, a need to see you smile again, a need to know who or what hurt you that caused you to put your health in danger by walking around in the rain.

           “Y/n?” he calls out your name, and you’re so surprised, you jump. Your eyes meet is and you want to wipe away your tears, to pretend you’re ok, to make it so no one worries. You have been keeping it together so well. You want to keep it together.

           But instead, you shatter. You’re wailing as tears flow down your face and Wonho is so shocked by how potent your grief is for a moment that he freezes. But it’s just one moment, because the next, he’s pulling you into him, his arms surrounding you as you bawl into his chest, desperately clutching his shirt in your hands as he shushes you, hands rubbing up and down your back in a vain attempt to get you to calm down. But you couldn’t stop. You haven’t seen peace in months and it’s like all the demons, all the doubts, all the regrets, all the insecurities bubbled out from between the bars you kept them locked up behind.

           You feel so inadequate. You feel so weak.

           And here you are crying into the shirt of the one person who gave you glimmer of happiness through it all. You wanted to stop crying. To not involve Wonho in the mess. But the dam was broken and all the tears you kept in, rushed out.

           And he let them. He mumbles soft nothings into your ear as you break in his arms.

           ���Talk to me, please. What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Let me fix things for you, please?” his soft request to let you let him help you made you cry even harder. And you don’t want to be that girl but you couldn’t help but to think that this is supposed to be your fiancé right now. But it isn’t. It’s Wonho. And you don’t feel like you deserved an ounce of his help. He’s too good to you. He’s too good for you, you think.

           Wonho feels helpless. Here you are, shaking in his arms, your body wracked by the force of your sobs and he couldn’t tell where you’re hurt or what you needed. You don’t seem capable of talking, but he saw that you had dropped a ring of keys when you started crying into him. Assuming the keys are to your bakery, he swooped down and grabbed them, taking you in his arms on his way up so that he carries you. You yelp in surprise as he holds you in his arms, the tears pausing momentarily as you focused on how he carries you to the door of your bakery, strategically unlocking the door while carrying you bridal style, and carrying you inside and out of the rain. He softly places you on the floor and sits down next to you, pulling you into his arms as he strokes down your dripping wet hair.

           “If you want to cry, if that’s what will make you feel better, then cry. Cry all you feel like you need to and when you’re done, I’ll be here,” he murmurs softly to you. The tenderness and caution in his voice triggers a fresh bout of tears as you can’t help but think that you can’t even remember the last time someone held you like this, you can’t remember the last time you felt like you could be vulnerable, like it’s ok to not be strong all the time. You miss your friends, your bridesmaids that are currently backpacking in East Asia, the old Garret that cared, your parents who you couldn’t fathom telling that they couldn’t come to their own daughter’s wedding. They all seemed so far away.

           But Wonho is here. And he holds you as you stammer out your explanation as to why exactly you were crying like a maniac in the dead of night outside in the rain between bouts of sobs. He keeps you off the brink of hysteria, reminding you to breathe and to take your time, his soothing hands running up and down your arms and wiping tears off your cheeks every time they slip down.

           “Are you serious? Your fiancé wants you to uninvite your parents from your wedding just because your mom won homecoming queen and married the guy his mom had a crush on?” there’s anger and incredulity written all over Wonho’s face and you nod sadly. You’ve finally stopped bawling, but a tear or two still slid down your face every once in a while.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, I really don’t mean any harm by it,” he starts, looking at you with sincere eyes, “but why are you still with him if he makes you this sad?”

           You sigh. He asked the exact question you had been avoiding thinking about yourself.

           “I know he seems awful. Things aren’t the same as they used to be. But that’s the thing, he wasn’t always like this. When we were little, he was my protector and my friend. When we were teenagers, he was my first boyfriend. In college, he was my rock. But that’s when he started changing, when he was in college. He started studying law, and it was like he was a completely different person. I always used to admire how driven he was. He never gave up, and that’s how I wanted to be. So I don’t want to give up on him. I hate giving up. I used to give up so easily. I want to make things work out, so I’m trying so hard. I’m trying so hard but sometimes, there are just things that I can’t do, like not inviting my parents to my wedding, and I hate how he makes me feel so inadequate for that.”

           The words hit Wonho’s heart like spears. But he tries to shake it away, to try and be the best listener he could. In his heart, he has to admit that he admires your persistence, your fighting spirit. He just hates that the person on the receiving end of your affections is such an asshole that he doesn’t realize what a treasure of a fiancée he has. All Wonho could do is nod along, the silence enveloping you two.

You’re so tired, fatigue washes over you like a tsunami and you let the waves of exhaustion take you. You sighed and started to lay down on the floor.

           “What are you doing?” Wonho asked, his eyebrows crinkling in concern. You shake your head.

           “I’m ok, just tired and cried out. I want to sleep, but I don’t want to go back. So I guess I’m sleeping here tonight,” you sigh. The cold floor causes you to shiver and Wonho scowls. Seeing you too afraid to go back to your home, choosing to sleep on a cold floor over going back to your fiancé leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, and if he could he would punch the daylights out of the “man” who let you down like this. The words almost slip out of his lips, telling you to just sleep at his place instead of the floor, but he keeps them in. He doesn’t want to cause problems for you in your relationship, knowing how much it must mean to you if you’re fighting so hard for it. He doesn’t have it in his heart to take advantage of your trust like that. Hyungwon’s words ring in Wonho’s head.

           Don’t be that guy, Wonho.

           So instead, he lays down on the floor next to you.

           “Wonho?” you ask in confusion, your voice soft from fatigue.

           “I don’t want to leave you alone to sleep on the floor. Especially after I saw you crying like that. I know I have no right to pass judgements or anything, but I would never leave someone I care about alone in a state like this,” he murmurs, a quiet fire in his voice. His words wash over you and you blush. He smiles softly at you and you muster up the mental strength to return the smile. But you can’t find it in you to stay awake any longer, not after the long day at the bakery you had and the mental energy you exerted in fighting with Garret. The last thing you hear before you sleep is Wonho’s whispered words.

           “You look pretty when you smile. You deserve to smile all the time.”

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           Waking up, you feel like lead was poured into your back from how stiff it is. You scowl at the floor, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as the sun shines in through the windows of the bakery.

           But the sun isn’t what woke you up.

No.

What woke you up is the smell of croissants baking. But you hadn’t put anything in the oven. You spring up and walk over to the kitchen, remembering that Wonho had said that he would be staying with you. But he couldn’t be the one making the croissants… right?

           Your jaw practically hits the floor as you walk into the kitchen to the sight of Wonho wearing your apron and pulling a batch of freshly baked croissants out of the oven. He turns around and sees you, a bright smile immediately gracing his face and you feel the breath rush out of you.

           His smile is something you’d never get used to seeing. It’s the type of smile that made you feel like you are home.

           Your eyes flicker down and take in the image of Wonho with your apron that is covered in purple elephants tied onto his body, and you couldn’t stop the giggles from flowing out of you. He looks so domestic, so natural like this that it takes your breath away.

           “Good morning,” he says to you through a broad smile and you return it, curbing your laughter.

           “Wanted some extra practice? Decided you need to get your early morning dough kneading in?” you ask him playfully, strutting over and picking a croissant up from off the tray and Wonho actually looks shy. He shrugs.

           “I didn’t know if you ate last night, so I made these…” he murmurs, his hand nervously playing with his hair.

           You feel your heart melt into a puddle of goo at his thoughtfulness and you blush too.

           “Thank you,” you say, and you hope he knows that you’re grateful for so much more than just the croissants on the tray. His shy smile crinkles the corners of his eyes and you feel your heart solidify from its previous state of goo and set off beating a mile a minute.

           “They’re probably not as good as yours, but I did learn from you so they shouldn’t be too shabby,” he excuses, picking up a croissant for himself and frowning at it in concentration.

           “They look amazing, Wonho. Thank you,” you reassure him, ripping open the bread and taking a deep breath in as steam rises from the fresh bread. This is your passion.

           Together, you and Wonho devour his croissants, talking freely with each other. He makes you laugh until your stomach hurts, your cheeks sore from the smile that he puts on your face. And god does he love that smile.

           The morning flits by, your employees filtering in to help you open the store. Garret never calls to ask where you are or if you’re ok. Wonho insists on helping you open your bakery before going to open his own flower shop. But you don’t let him leave without asking him something you’ve been sitting on asking him for a while now.

           “Will you come to my wedding? Not just as s florist, as a guest. As my guest,” you ask him.

           Wonho’s heart falters. He doesn’t know if he can watch you be handed off to another. Not when he already felt so deeply about you. But the sincerity in your tone, the innocent hope on your face made it impossible for him to let you down.

           “Of course, Y/n. Anything for you.”

           And he meant it.

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           “Where are you going?” Hyungwon sighs, watering the flowers as he watches Wonho heading towards the door, a purple flower in Wonho’s hands. He wonders briefly why he even bothers asking when he knows. It had been a week since Wonho had come back from spending the night at the bakery with you, and Hyungwon couldn’t find it in him anymore to nag at Wonho. Not when he could see clear as day how much you meant to the soft hearted man. Wonho smiles at him sheepishly.

           “I’m just… taking this flower out… to catch some sun. You now, photosynthesis and all,” Wonho stutters out, unable to look Hyungwon in the eye like he’s a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Hyungwon looks at the other boy.

           “Really? Photosynthesis? Just, if you’re going to the bakery, bring me back a bagel. They’re so good, I’m surprised half the town isn’t head over heels in love with her like you,” he scoffs as Wonho’s face turns a deep shade of red.

           “I’m not in love with her!” Wonho defends, his voice a few octaves higher and Hyungwon just raises his eyebrow at his friend, eyes flickering to the flower Wonho held in his hands.

           “Yeah and I don’t love sleeping. We all know what’s up. Now go, and bring me a bagel. Toasted with cream cheese,” Hyungwon dismisses his embarrassed friend and Wonho escapes the flower shop, away from his friend’s scrutiny.

           He practically jogs down to the bakery. He couldn’t wait to see the smile on your face when he brought you the new purple flowers he just got in.

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           You curse yourself for what seems like the nth time that night. The wedding is just a little less than a week away and you’re at your bakery at 2 a.m. for the second night in a row. It was always your dream to bake the cake for your wedding. But here you are, assembling a cake meant for several hundred guests to eat in just a few days. There is just one teeny tiny little problem.

           You couldn’t stop thinking about Wonho.    

           Piping flowers onto your cake, he’s all you can think about. He had brought over some real flowers earlier because he knew you would be putting the flowers onto the cake tonight and thought you could use some real life inspiration.

           Of course, they were beautiful. But what was more beautiful was the way he smiled when you took him to your dress fitting appointment.

           Your mind flashes back to a week ago when, once again, Garret was too busy to make it to your dress fitting. So you took Wonho. And the image of him beaming as he saw you in your dress has been on repeat in your head ever since. Since then, he’s met all of your bridesmaids and got along so well with them that you would think he knew them all since birth, an effort that Garret never seemed to make.

           You shake your head, trying to snap out of it as you huff and continue working on your flowers. It’s unfair to Garret to continue thinking about your feelings for Wonho when you are getting married to Garret in just a few days.

           It’s undeniable. You couldn’t look yourself in the mirror and say you definitively don’t feel for Wonho. At first, you tried to convince yourself that they were just feelings you would have towards any friend.

           But as time passed, you found he had wriggled into your heart and claimed space there, and not just an apartment for rent, but a permanent residence. But there is no point in doing anything about it now, you try to convince yourself as you feel your heart squeeze. All the thoughts you had, all the what ifs’ and how woulds’ would just have to stay that way.

           Thoughts.

           You push the “L” word as far out of your mind as possible.

           And you go back to work because you had a wedding to make a cake for.

           And it is your wedding.

           So why is it that you only feel excited for it when Wonho is there?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

           As the past three months flash by before your eyes, you realize it was all useless.

           It was useless to fight for a man who would never want you the way he wanted his promotions and the way he wanted to win a case.

           It was useless to hope that a wedding could make a man stay when he was never yours to begin with.

           It was useless to fight your feelings for the man whose arms are around you right now.

           You sniffle, curbing your tears as you look Wonho in the eyes, guilt washing over you for keeping him waiting for so long, for not realizing that he was the one who had been there for you, for not cherishing him the way he had done for you.

           You begin to cry again, but not because Garret left you.      

           In fact, you couldn’t care less about that right now. All that matters to you is that you don’t crush the heart of the man who had just laid it all out in front of you.

           Albeit, he isn’t the one you thought was going to say such sweet words to you today. You couldn’t help but feel relief that he is.

           “I’m sorry,” you wail, as tears flood down your face, catching Wonho off guard, “all those times you came to wedding appointments with me, all the times you brought me flowers, when you baked with me, and trusted me, all I did was take you for granted. I’m so so so so sorry, Wonho, I-”

           “Shush,” he cups a hand over your mouth, giving you a sweet smile as he shakes his head, “no more crying. You’ve done enough of that. What happened, happened. You can make it up to me later. Right now, we have some things to take care of.”

           You nod along and he removes his hand from over your lips and you lick them. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you feel your heart in your throat.

           “Is it too soon if I kiss you?” he asks, his eyes trained on your lips and you shake your head, wanting to kiss him as much as he seemingly wants to kiss you. He leans in and your eyes flutter closed. His lips brush against yours and the sparks that ignite in your veins at the simple touch sends shivers down your back and just as his lips press against your and you reach to run your hands through his hair and pull him closer-

           “Finally! My god, I’m sorry to say this and I know it’s going to sound awful but I’m so glad that asshole didn’t show up,” you hear a voice exclaim from where you thought the door to your dressing room was closed. You and Wonho spring apart, looking at the door guiltily only to find the source of the voice.

           Hyungwon.

           Wonho seriously regrets asking him to be his plus one to your wedding.

           “Well, anyway, I just thought you should know that your mom and I think Garret’s mom are fighting outside and I think some shoes are about to be thrown and hair extensions, mostly Garret’s mom’s hair extensions, are going to be pulled. So you two might want to wait to release these months’ worth of sexual tension until after you stop this wedding from quickly becoming a funeral,” Hyungwon informs, and you sigh deeply.

           “I’ll be there in five,” Wonho dismisses Hyungwon, quickly taking charge of the situation. Hyungwon turns and leaves as Wonho rubs the bridge of his nose, but you can’t find it in you to be sad anymore. You’ve been sad for so long and let it make you believe that Garret was the best you could do. So you turned to Wonho, taking his hand in yours as you met his eyes.

           “Can you teach me?” you ask, and his brows quirk up in surprise.

           “Teach you what?”

           “Teach me what real love is?”

           He smiles at you, and it’s like there’s a whole new world around you.

           “Of course.”

[roxy-davenport]

The Game of Love

Pairing: Crowley x Reader  Guardian angel!Gabriel x Reader

Character: Crowley, Sam, Dean, Reader and Gabriel

Word Count: 3,870 (Whoops)

A/N: Reference to 5.08, Switching Channels, one of my fav episodes. Slight crackfic (humorous, over the top but not ridiculous). This story is yet again hard to classify as either angst or fluff. I suppose gun to my head I choose fluff? This was written for the following challenges

Also on A03

This was written for:

@atc74 Angelina’s 100 Follower Challenge with the prompt, “Everything Has Changed”- Taylor swift ft. Ed Sheeran

@notnaturalanahi 600 Follower Crack Challenge with the prompt, “I think you may need an intervention.”

@deals-with-demons Sarah’s 200 Follower challenge with the prompt, “Another great discovery by captain obvious.”

@revwinchester Rev’s Birrthday Challenge with the prompt, game show host

             [Taylor Swift]

All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now I didn’t before.

And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind making me feel like

“What am I doing here exactly?”

“We summoned you.”

“Another great discovery by Captain Obvious. I’m standing in a bloody devil’s trap after feeling the ground shake in hell. I know I was summoned. The question is why, Moose?”

Dean cleared his throat and waved briefly at Crowley signaling to him that he too was also sitting on the couch. Crowley gave him a death stare.

“Don’t look at me. This was Sam’s idea.”

Crowley rolled his eyes.

“Moose working alone?”

“Not quite alone.”

The second that Gabriel came out of the shadows there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over the entire room. Everyone was frozen in place, deathly silent. The sound of rustling drew everyone’s attention. Crowley and Dean looked up at the same time to see a banner above the couch. Dean and Crowley shared an equally unamused look.

“I think you may need an intervention, both of you.”

 “An intervention. Are you two morons bloody serious? An intervention for me and Dean? Jealous that he’s still my bestie? Sorry, Moose. It’s not my fault, Squirrel can’t get enough of me. Squirrel’s are known to like n-.”

“I’m not your bestie.”

“Thank god you cut him off. Let me jump in here, Sam. You two crazy kids are here because of Y/N. Sam and I are getting sick and tired of you both moping around after the poor girl. It’s actually quite ridiculous. So I have a plan.”

You walked into the room in your Winnie the Pooh pajamas, fuzzy socks, a tooth brush in your mouth, hair askew and your eyes wide as everyone turned to you. If you had known there would be guests, you wouldn’t have just barreled out of your room. You mumbled, “What the hell.” But with the toothbrush in your mouth it sounded more like, “rart ta haall.”

You noticed the devil’s trap under the couch and then the intervention sign. You ran to the bathroom to spit out your toothpaste. The scene in the living room froze, everyone unsure of what to do or say.  You weren’t meant to just burst into the meeting. You looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair at least so it didn’t look like you grew a mushroom on the top of your head. You would have run out of the bathroom to change but you had no idea what was happening and thought it best to return ASAP so you didn’t miss the mother of all explanations. Your top was hella tight and made your breasts look huge – not like you were complaining really. The two men that intrigued you the most were out there.

                     [Taylor Swift]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

                     [Both]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

The second you saw Crowley your heart sped up. You bit your lip. He looked just as handsome as always. You ran over to the devils’ trap. You didn’t like the idea of him being trapped here. You wanted him here with you but not trapped. You bent down in front of him giving him a good show of your cleavage. Crowley groaned as he looked down at you, his pants getting tighter by the second. You wiped the paint off ignoring whatever it was that Gabriel was telling you. Your face was in Crowley’s crotch at this point. You noticed his hard on and blushed profusely. Crowley bent down and ran his thumb on your cheek.

“All for you, pet.”

Your eyes traveled slowly down from his intense gaze to his crotch and up to his lips. You blushed even more as everyone’s attention on you continued. Crowley could hear how fast your heart was beating. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right there and then.

Dean groaned at the scene before him.  Your eyes jumped over to Dean’s. Truthfully, you hadn’t even noticed him there. You liked Dean, too, but were undeniably drawn to Crowley like a moth to a flame. There was amazing chemistry between you two but Crowley wasn’t the sensible choice. Dean treated you with the utmost respect and would make a fine boyfriend. You were a hunter as well and much preferred to hunt with the boys so it would be a perfect, sensible fit. But when is love and attraction sensible? You and Dean both understood the risks and limitations of your job. You couldn’t have a family it was way too dangerous but he could love you, grow old with you. You could have as close to a fairy tale ending as possible. But then why did your heart want Crowley? He made you nervous and excited. You felt alive when you were with him even if it was just to talk over cases. The second he came into the room, your eyes would light up and there was never anyone else that could ever get your attention. You couldn’t reconcile the two men in your mind. How does one choose? Your head or your heart? It’s not like you knew a lot about either of them? They weren’t the most forthcoming with their feelings or opinions. For all you knew maybe they just liked you. You smiled nervously at Dean wondering what the intervention was when the ground shifted.

You fell backwards from a crouching position to find your head meeting a pillow. You looked behind you to see a gorgeous King sized bed. Sam appeared on the far side of the room. You quickly got up and walked over to Gabriel about to demand an explanation when he held up his hand to you and Sam.

Gabriel could feel your apprehension. He placed a calming hand on your shoulder and turned you around slowly so you could take in the room. You appeared to be in a sound booth. There were controls near you and a person with headphones on manning them. Glass surrounded the booth. A candy-covered carpet was at your feet. Sam looked at you nervously. You moved forward and looked down to see a set of some sort. The big screen in your room was off for now and the only thing on was someone’s ipod and it was playing, Everything has Changed by Taylor Swift ft Ed Sheeran.

                              [Taylor Swift]

Cause all I know is we said, “Hello.”

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

                  [Ed Sheeran]

And all my walls stood tall painted blue

And I’ll take them down, take them down and open up the door for you

                  [Taylor Swift]

And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies

The beautiful kind, making up for lost time,

Taking flight, making me feel right

 “I know who has your heart. I’m you guardian angel for Pete’s sake. I have to know. But none of you are acting on it. They haven’t told you how they feel and you haven’t made a decision. Consider this a platform to start a dialogue. Listen carefully and make a decision. Heart or head. I refuse to see my charge alone and upset over her love life. Please allow me to make you happy. If you say no then I’ll just make everyone appear back at the bunker. If we proceed it’s on your say so. We can pull the plug at any time.”

“This is insane, Gabriel.”

“What exactly is this?” You inquire diplomatically

“We’re in TV land and this my dear is a game show. Instead

of a man choosing for the lady, I will give them a venue in which they can reveal themselves to you and you choose the man. I will stay by you whatever you choose. I promise you.”

“Am I meant for one of them?”

“You choose your destiny not my father.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Am I meant for one of them?”

“Yes, but humans were given free will. Choose for yourself; don’t let destiny choose for you.”

“Will you harm them because I heard from Dean what you did the boys last time and-.”

“What? The nutcracker? He’s still sore about that?”

Sam gave Gabriel a death stare.

“That was last time and in all fairness I was trying to teach them a lesson and in turn they taught me one. No agendas, no destiny, no harm just questions. I promise.”

Sam gives him an incredulous look.

“There’s a TV in here so you can watch them both. If you ever want to stop the show, all you two have to do is press this red button and I will suddenly appear. Any concerns, you let me know.”

You sighed heavily before nodding.

“Proceed, Gabriel.”

“As you wish, milady.”

Gabriel winked and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The TV monitor in your room came on. You heard a theme song and then heard applause as Gabriel came out wearing a gold suit. Gabriel waved to the studio audience.

                   [Both]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

                [Both]

‘Cause all I know is we said, “Hello.”

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

And you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

“This is ridiculous.”

“This is Dean and Crowley, Sam. They aren’t exactly very forthcoming with their feelings. And I am lonely. I’ve been conflicted for a year now. I haven’t met anyone on a hunt. I always leave early from the bar because I don’t want to sleep with random people. I want a relationship. I want a future. I need to know. I deserve to be happy and so do they.”

“And Dean can move on.”

You give Sam a confused look.

“I see the way you look at Crowley but you have to be sure. If you need a game show to do so who am I to stop you?”

“Hello, party people! Welcome to the Game of Love. I’m your host – Gabriel. Yes, like the angel ladies.”

The applause go crazy.

“You are too much. Stop the applause. I know I’m awesome. But this isn’t about me. This is about Y/N and our wonderful contestants. So lets pull up our preverbal sleeves and dig right in. On our left we have Dean Winchester a hunter.”

The crowd boos.

“And on our right we have the King of Hell. How awesome is that, an actual King.”

The crowd cheers. Dean tries to move but can’t and Crowley notices yet another devil’s trap but this time on the ceiling. He rolls his eyes at Gabriel and actually growls at him.

“Now, ladies and gentleman, let’s begin. Dean, what is your favorite movie genre?”

Dean stared at Gabriel confused.

“Action, I guess – if I had to choose.”

“Same question to you.”

“You kidnapped us to ask me about movies. The second I can get out of here I will have your head. I am a King and you know I have a lot of appoint-.”

“Are you forfeiting your answer?”

Rolling his eyes, Crowley grumbles “Horror.”

“Is Y/N an insomniac?”

“Yes.”

“Well that’s not fair is it? Y/N lives with the Winchesters. How, pray tell, would I know that. If the Winchester says yes, so will I.”

“Noted. Okay so Y/N is having a bad day. What do you do?”

“Take Y/N out and try to get her mind off whatever it is that’s bothering her. We’d have a fun time. I would try to make her laugh as much as possible even if I had to act like a clown the whole night. It would be low key and all about her.”

“Oh, Squirrel. I’d pop in and hold her while I ask what’s wrong. I would listen intently to everything she says. I’d let her talk for as long as she needs to. I wouldn’t take her out. I would spend the night reminding her that she has a King who cares for her deeply. Sex and booze won’t fix the problem. It will still be there in the morning and now you’re adding a hangover to the current problems.”

“Sometimes things are too big to talk about or think about. Sometimes it hurts too much and you need a distraction and where did I say anything about sex?”

“Perhaps it is too big to talk about but let the lady choose the course of action, hmm?”

“Calm down, boys. Next question. What three words would you use to describe Y/N?”

“Gorgeous, strong and loyal.”

“Unlike my predecessor. I can’t relate three words but I understand this is a game show that we’re stuck in so very well. Sensitive at times, tough most of the time, and sassy just like me.”

Dean rolls his eyes.

“What are her favorite magazines and food?”

“She lives with the Winchesters. Hello – unfair advantage bird brain.”

Gabriel scowls at the King.

“Careful, this is my show. Show respect where respect is due.”

Crowley rolls his eyes.

“What is her ideal date?”

Dean smiles, “I’d take her to a nice restaurant. Somewhere where the food is great but quiet enough to talk. Then we’d move to the bar.”

Crowley scoffs. “You would take her there. I am a King and can offer her anything in the world. I would take her not to a nice restaurant in some stupid Podunk town, no. I’d take her to the best restaurant period. She loves Italian food and I know the perfect place. The owner knows me well so I can get the best table away from prying eyes or I can simply buy out the restaurant for the night. Or we could eat in a nice street café in Paris. Anything that would put a smile on her face. Nothing loud, no obnoxious music.  And my attention would be on her, work be damned. Afterwards we would go for dessert again anywhere she wants.”

“So you would let her lead?”

“In terms of where to go, I would indeed, Squirrel. In terms of other things I know what to do to make her happy and she should trust me to do that.”

“That leads us perfectly into the next question. Sex on the first date?”

“Sure why not? If we’re having a good night, what’s better than sex to end it off? If we’re feeling it, let’s do it. I would never think anything less of Y/N if she said yes.”

“I disagree with my occasional comrade here.”

“We went from besties to occasional comrades.”

“My apologies for delivering the truth. Y/N is a one-in-a-million girl and I would take great pleasure in getting to know her. Sex is great but I’m hundreds of years old so sex in and of itself gets a bit old after a while. Having sex with someone you know, love, and respect – now that’s when it’s amazing.”

“What kind of future could you offer her?”

“Well we’re both hunters. I don’t really know if kids are in the cards. But if she wanted them I would try and make it work. It’s a bit early to tell and being a hunter is a dangerous job. All I can offer her is my heart.”

“I can offer her the Kingdom of Hell. She can rule by my side as a Queen. I would prefer that she stop hunting but I know Y/N very well and that’s part of who she is so I’ll just have to be okay with worrying about her constantly. I will always be there for her, whether it’s to hear about her day, to get revenge on whoever made her cry, relieve her stress, make love to her or remind her how much I love her. I could offer her a family if she wanted and would always have her back in any hunt. My Queen would never be hunting alone and I would never allow her to be in any real danger. She would hunt with my trusted demons. Contrary to popular belief, Dean demons can love just as strongly as humans. And I have the resources and ability to pamper her every second of the day.”

“Wow. That’s not fair. What? I can’t pamper her?”

“With what? Your pool hustle money? Nice clothes nice dinner, makeup. Nail polish, sexy bras, vacations, presents etc? You can do that?”

“Those are material things. What about cooking dinner for her? Being the one who senses she’s depressed or can’t sleep and do whatever it takes to make her feel better. How about doting on her when she’s sick. Or singing a stupid song to make her happy at karoke?”

“Now wait a minute here. Are you seriously suggesting all I can offer are material things? You think I can’t dote on her when she’s sick or sing at a karoke bar? I can give her the world as well as all the same gesture humans need, You can’t give her the world, she has to settle for you.”

“Settle for me? You’re a demon. I’m a human. She’d be settling if she picked you.”

“Do I need to get a ring in here? This isn’t verbal wrestling. You both answer the questions period. Stop being knuckleheads and just answer the questions? Got it? Good. Now what is she afraid of?”

Crowley and Dean spoke at the same time, “ Y/N is afraid of losing the people she loves – either from death or from them walking away. “

“She can only choose one of you. How will each of you react if she doesn’t choose you?”

“It’s not that she wouldn’t be choosing me. It’s that she would be choosing the King of Hell over me. He’s evil and I question whether anything that he’s said today is actually true. Y/N, you can’t possibly be attracted to him.”

“I can hear your heartbeat Y/N when I wake into a room, see your eyes light up when I smile back at you. I would understand if you wanted a normal life with Dean but never question how deeply I care about you. Regardless of who you choose I will care for you and look out for you.”

“You can’t want him? Please Y/N please choose me. We hunt demons. How can you be his Queen and a hunter at the same time? I love you Y/N. I have loved you for a long time.”

“And that’s all the time we have for today folks. Some serious confessions here. We will return from a commercial break to reveal the winner.

                                              [Bridge]

Come back and tell me why

 I’m feeling like I’ve missed you all this time, oh, oh, oh.

 And meet me there tonight

 And let me know that it’s not all in my mind.

                                                [Taylor Swift]

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

The commercials consisted of a very reluctant Dean and Crowley reading from the teleprompter for venereal disease, two movie trailers, a promo of Hell featuring the King, a MacDonald’s commercial, and two clips from a talk show with David Letterman featuring both Crowley and Dean.

Gabriel appeared in the booth while the commercials played. You had your answer. You were worried how Dean would react but everyone knew you would pick Crowley. You loved him. You knew that choosing him would make you life hard but you wanted a future with him. You didn’t care about being a queen or being pampered. You loved the man that loved you and was fighting for you clearly in every answer he gave. Dean was a great guy and his answers were great but not what you needed at this moment. You hoped that you didn’t lose Dean but you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. Crowley held you heart. Sam nodded to you knowing that you’d choose Crowley.

You felt the room shift and you stood in front of Crowley in a nice hotel room. You looked around and laughed.

“There goes Gabriel and his presumptions. I argued with the game because you two are tight-lipped when it comes to feelings but I choose you.”

“You really needed a game show to decide?”

“Would I have gotten those answers out of you if I just asked you the questions? Would you have answered the same if you didn’t feel like you were competing with Dean?”

“I love you.”

“And I love you. It’s always been you. Instead of what usually happens in hotel room how about you and I just stay up and talk really talk. How does that sound?”

“I’d love nothing more.”

               [Both]

All I know is we said, “Hello.”

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

                [Taylor Swift]

All I know is we said, “Hello.”

So dust off your highest hopes

All I know is pouring rain and everything has changed

All I know is a new found grace

All my days I’ll know your face

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Unknown to the two of you there was a small red envelope from Gabriel in the night stand. It read: 

                          Dear Y/N

“I wanted you to be the one to choose but just so you know Crowley is your soulmate.”              - Your guardian angel, Gabriel

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