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minjiwritesstuff · 4 years ago

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Gentle

Pairing: Leedo x fem! reader

Genre: angst, sad?, smut!!, fluff

Summary: A misundestanding in between you and your boyfriend leads to a long night

Words: 3k+

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Gunhak had been pretty distant lately and it scared you. You knew that he was busy with schedules and everything an idol must do, but habitually, even with the busiest schedule, he always found time for you. What also scared you was the fact that he was distant even if you guys lived together.

To make a long story short on how you started dating, you both met before he debuted. He was still a trainee at YG entertainment and you were working at your mother's café, where you were still working to this day. He came in on a small day, the café was really silent and he came to grab himself a fresh juice to start his day. It was the first time he came in this café and he got stricken by your beauty, but Gunhak being the shy man he is couldn't get to talk to you, at least not yet. So that's when he made the decision to ruin his wallet just so that he eventually could gain the courage to speak to you and hopefully get to know you a bit better. Luckily for him, his technique actually worked and when you asked him on a date after the tenth time serving him, he was pretty shocked but happy about the whole situation. Since you started dating before he debuted in his group, you both took a flat together after a year of dating. So of course, he would still be by the dorm on days when he had no other choices but to sleep there, but otherwise, he would be at your shared flat, which coincidentally wasn't this far from the dorm.

Today was a day like the others that recently passed. You came home from work early and decided to work on a few things for your university classes. Gunhak would come home late, way later than you, and you could see he was exhausted. On normal days, he would look for you and bring you to bed with him so that he could cuddle you, his head resting on your chest as he'd listen to your heartbeat as a way to relax. He then would let you go prepare dinner and would come downstairs after you woke up from his little nap so he could eat up.

But today was not a normal day. As soon as Gunhak entered your shared home, he would go straight to the bathroom to take a long and steamy shower. When he entered, you were preparing dinner as you thought it would be great for him to have an almost, if not completely ready meal when he would arrive. Not wanting to disturb him or anything, you let him shower and when the meal was ready, you simply lowered the fire to just let the food simmer and put the lid back on so that the food could stay nice and hot for Gunhak when he'd be done showering. In the meantime, you took advantage of your alone moment to clean a bit around the flat, sweeping the floors and dusting the furniture.

As soon as you noticed Gunhak was out of the bathroom, which means about an hour later, you let him know, with the smoothest and loveliest voice possible that his favorite dinner was ready.

''I'm not hungry.'' he answered on a bit of a rude tone, making your heart drop in your ribcage.

To this answer you nodded and looked down, as you were once again sadden by the distance your boyfriend was putting in between the two of you. You didn't understand why he was literally ghosting and avoiding you these past days, dare you say weeks. It was more than unusual for him to do this for a period of time this long. It happened before that he would avoid you for at max two days due to busy schedule, but he would be feeling so guilty for distancing himself from you that he wouldn't make it last long. This time something was different and you couldn't put your finger on what exactly was different.

So you came to the idea of asking the boys if they noticed anything wrong with your boyfriend. You went into the group chat you had with the five other boys, group chat you created for a surprise birthday party for your boyfriend earlier this year, and asked if they noticed anything wrong with Gunhak, saying briefly how you thought he wasn't being fully himself for the past few weeks. Sadly all five of them said they didn't notice anything wrong with Gunhak. They even said that he was laughing and smiling with them, which made you come to what seemed to be a clear conclusion. You made something wrong and Gunhak was mad at you.

Yet again, you couldn't get your finger on what you possibly could have done wrong. You knew how to admit your mistakes but this time you couldn't find what could be the source of your boyfriend's anger. You didn't recon being rude to him, how could you ever be? You literally had an angel for a boyfriend. You could've never made a joke on one of his insecurities, this would have just been pure disrespect and everyone knew that respect was the base of your relationship.

Then something came to you. You weren't sure if this was the cause of it, but you knew that it was a possibility. About two weeks prior, you were cleaning around your shared residence and decided to clean Gunhak's studio he had at your flat so he could work on some songs in the comfort of his home. You thought that you probably mixed some sheets that weren't belonging together and that this was the cause of your boyfriend's anger. Although you thought it was weird he would hold rage against this for so long, you knew that it could be something that would deeply anger him.

So you decided once and for all that you would end this anger of his and decided to go talk to him. You knew that he'd either be in his studio or your shared bedroom so you decided to head for the studio. Luckily for you, you found him instantly. He was sitting at his desk, his head phone over his ears so you knew he wouldn't hear you if you talked. Instead, you walked up behind him and as delicately as possible, you put your hand on his shoulder, hoping you wouldn't scare him too much.

Gunhak of course would jump a little bit, definitely not expecting you to come and see him. As he turned his head a bit to see who it was, even though he more than knew it was you as it couldn't be anybody else, he removed the headphones from his ears and lowered them so that they could rest around his neck.

''What?'' he asked a bit more coldly than he would've wanted to.

''I was just wondering if we could talk…'' you said as you tried to not let the emotions gain on you.

Gunhak sighed and then completely removed the headphones to put them on the desk, spinning his chair around so he could face you as you sat down on the couch beside his desk.

''Look, I know that you haven't been feeling well these past days, it shows and I want you to know I'm sorry. I shouldn't have got into your things, I know that this room is yours and I should've stayed out of it, but I saw how messy it was and I wanted to help out by cleaning it and -''

But you were stopped on tracks as you saw Gunhak raising his hand so you would stop talking.

''What are you even talking about?'' he asked, yet again a bit colder than he wished his tone would've been.

You then proceeded to explain to him how you thought he was angry at you because you cleaned his studio and he frowned, making his eyebrows almost connect. Seeing that he didn't seem to understand you continued explaining your point and before you could even finish Gunhak understood what this was all about.

''Look, I'm not mad at you, I don't even see where you could've gotten that idea.'' he said.

''Are you kidding me? Gunhak you've been avoiding me for days, almost weeks! You barely talk to me, yet again barely touch me. It's almost like you do everything to be in a different room than me.'' at this point your emotions were getting closer to winning against your will to hide them and your voice became shaky.

''Every time I lay down in bed you turn around to back face me and…'' you had to take a break to take a deep breath.

''I just feel like you're growing out of love for me.'' you said at the exact same time tears fill your eyes.

Gunhak looked at you and realized how wrong he was. He was so blinded from work that for the first time he realized how bad of a boyfriend he has been. He didn't know what to say. Of course all of your thoughts weren't true. Gunhak could never grow out of love for you, but you couldn't say the same at the moment.

'' y/n… I...'' he sighed again before taking your hands in his.

''I'm so sorry… this is no excuses, but work really has got into me these past weeks that I even forgot to take care of myself. I shouldn't have neglected you, I should've seen that what I was doing was wrong, but I just thought you needed some space because I knew I wasn't really easy to live with…'' he sighed again this time looking down as all the remorse hit him.

''I'm sorry you thought I was mad at you. I truly wasn't I swear. Actually, every night when you fell asleep I turned back around and stared at you.'' he chuckled softly, a little smile cracking on his lips.

''I know it sounds creepy but, just the sight of you seeming so peaceful was enough to make me feel better. But yet again, I thought you needed space so whenever you were looking I was trying to not get in your way.''.

At this point, even him had teary eyes and even let a single tear fall down his porcelain cheek.

''I hope you can forgive me… And if you do I promise I'll make it up to you like never before.'' he said, still looking down.

You looked at him and noticed the tear falling down on his cheeks so you put your hand on his cheek and wiped the tear with your thumb, making Gunhak look up at you. At his turn he noticed your soaked cheeks and he decided to take the sleeve of his dark gray long sleeved shirt in his hand and wipe your tears away with it. You smiled a little as he dried your cheeks and you spoke up.

''Of course I forgive you Gunhak. How can I not? I love you more than everything on this Earth. I'm sorry for giving you the wrong image of myself'' you admit with your hand still on your boyfriend's cheek.

Gunhak then shook his head to say it was fine and then looked at the hands you kept intertwined. Seeing him looking at them made you look at them too and then after about 30 seconds you both looked back up at the same time. Gunhak took this opportunity to kiss you softly, bringing himself closer to you, sitting on the chair still. With the hand he used to wipe your tears, he held your neck so that he could bring you closer to him even more. Then with his other hand, he gestured you to come sit on his lap, still not breaking the kiss.

The both of you stayed that way enjoying the feeling of each other's lips since they haven't danced in unison in so long. It wasn't long before your kissed turned into a make out session as you both have secretly wanted each other for so long.

Soon enough, the chair got out of comfort for Gunhak so he got up, holding you as if you weighted nothing. Your arms wrapped up around his shoulders for better support and your boyfriend carried you to your shared bedroom where he carefully laid you on your soft bed. He then broke the kiss for less than three seconds just for the time he could place his legs in between yours as his torso was above yours.

Gunhak's hand soon began a journey to explore your body and he started with your sides. At first caressing on top of your shirt but soon realizing it wouldn't be enough. His hot hands made its way under you shirt and he then started caressing your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Gunhak's mouth than moved to your neck and left small pecks on it, making sure you knew how much he loved you in each kisses he left on your skin. He also made sure you would enjoy every bit of it, not wanting to rush as you had all night ahead of you.

''Gunhak…'' you said as a soft moan left your lips as you felt your boyfriend's mouth kissing the sensitive spot on your neck.

You felt you boyfriend smile as he kept going, slowly starting to suck on your skin to leave a mark. After leaving a hickey, or two, or three, Gunhak placed one last peck on the last hickey he gave you and then looked at you. He softly kissed your forehead than your cheeks before pecking your lips.

''Tonight I'm gonna make you feel even more loved than before, baby'' he said in a sweet tone, wanting you to know he would take his time making love to you.

Many people thought that Gunhak was the rough guy who fucked you with no mercy, and even if nights like these happened, he was sweeter than most people believed and he often simply made love to you to make sure you know how much he loved you and your body.

That being said, Gunhak than took the lead and slowly started undressing you, revealing even more of your beautiful skin to him with more pieces of your clothing hitting the ground. At every item he'd remove, he'd plant a soft kiss on the exposed skin. This was his way to show you how much en enjoyed every inches of you.

He would then make his way down on you and spread your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs before making his way to your core. Your breath would start increasing as he would get closer and as his lips connected to your sensitive parts, your eyes would shut. Gunhak told you earlier, tonight he would be taking his time. There was no rush so he could do everything he wanted in the time he wanted. His tongue did wonders, as it always did, and you felt in heaven already. He, of course, would take peeks up at you to see how he made you feel. Even when he was being gentle on you he wanted to see the pleasure in your face, and he was served because you couldn't hide it. After looking up at you for a good minute, he closed his own eyes and just kept going, sucking slowly and gently on your sensitive spot before kissing it gently, earning a moan from you. He kept going like this for another three minutes and then he stopped to come back up to your neck and started kissing it again.

As he did so, your hands tucked down on his shirt. You thought it was unfair that you were completely naked and that he was still wearing each and every single items of clothing he had on him. Gunhak understood fast enough and took off his shirt, throwing it in with your own clothes. Your hands traveled to his shoulders and then his biceps as he kept kissing your neck so good it made you moan again.

Tonight was all about you so he wanted to make sure he did everything perfectly. He didn't kiss your neck for too long before getting rid of his other pieces of clothing, leaving the both of you naked.

Gunhak looked at you in the eyes as he placed himself so that he could line up with your entrance and he grabbed you hand in his, intertwining your fingers together.

''Ready?'' he asked softly.

You nodded and he entered you, slowly to be sure he wouldn't hurt you. He also made sure to kiss your neck at the same time to ensure that if it hurt in any way that you'd be able to focus on something else. Of course it didn't hurt, you were used to his size by now but whenever Gunhak made love to you he was the more precious boy ever, just making sure you are comfortable at any given time.

After being completely in, he gave you some time to adjust before starting to slowly move out before moving back in, making sure his trusts were slow and passionate. Gunhak would then pick up the speed a little but not too much because he wanted this to go really slowly, he wanted to make you feel good after all. Your free hand would move back to his bicep as his would go to your side, hold it gently as he was trusting in and out of you.

Soon enough you couldn't help the moans from leaving your lips, making it sound just like music to your boyfriend. A music that no one else could ever make sound so good. His lips would leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbone, making sure to not miss any spots, which would get you to moan more. It wouldn't take much longer before Gunhak also started moaning from how good you felt around him. His moans were deep and short, but they were enough to send you over the edge by themselves.

Although this night would be taken slowly, only one round would've been made. Gunhak wanted this to be romantic, so he didn't need more than one time to show you how much he loved you. As you both reached your high, you moaned together. You squeezed his bicep as he squeezed your side, careful to not hurt you with his strength. When you were done, Gunhak kissed the side of your head before saying how much he loved you and how he wished you'd be his forever, to which you responded:

''Eternity with you is not even long enough.''.

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So I’ve been quite in a oneus mood lately and I decided to write smt for leedo to fullfill my leedo hours HAHAHA. I hope you will enjoy it as much as i did while writing it.

Thank you guys for everything you doooooo. BYE xxx!

#oneus #oneus leedo #oneus imagines #oneus smut #leedo smut #oneus scenarios

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mercuryonparklane · 4 years ago

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Since Taylor released “You All Over Me” last night and also posted the “Love Story” remix lyric video that includes a group picture with Emily in it, I am reposting this from my other blog (because at the time I posted it my other blog was too new to show up in the tags). I’m not necessarily saying that YAOM is about Emily...

Anyway, here is a post about “Breathe” and how it is the only Grammy nominated song of Taylor’s that she has performed just once:

Prior to Lover Taylor had 9 Grammy nominated songs (that appeared on her own records): “You Belong With Me”. “White Horse”, “Breathe”, “Mean”, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”, “Begin Again”, “Shake It Off”, “Blank Space”, and “Bad Blood”.

According to Taylor herself, despite multiple requests from fans over the years, she has only sung “Breathe” live one time. She performed it for the first and, so far, only time on August 18, 2018 during her reputation Stadium Tour show in Miami.

I decided to compare this to how many times she has sung her other Grammy nominated songs (I chose not to include anything from Lover or folklore because she obviously hasn’t had the opportunity to perform those songs as she normally would):

(Disclaimer: the data related to the number of times Taylor has played each song comes from setlist.fm, so it may not be 100% accurate, but it is close enough to demonstrate the purpose of this post)

“Breathe”

Date of release (as a single): October 23, 2008

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 1

“White Horse”:

Date of release (as a single): December 9, 2008

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 137

“You Belong With Me”

Date of release (as a single): April 26, 2009

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 381

“Mean”

Date of release (as a single): March 13, 2011

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 196

“We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”

Date of release (as a single): August 13, 2012

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 272 (that # includes 1 time she performed the song as a mashup with “Bad Blood” and 53 times as a mashup with “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”)

“Begin Again”

Date of release (as a single): October 1, 2012

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 75

“Shake It Off”

Date of release (as a single): August 18, 2014

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 189

“Blank Space”

Date of release (as a single): November 10, 2014

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 166

“Bad Blood”

Date of release (as a single): May 17, 2015

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 141 (that # includes the 53 times she performed the song as a mashup with “Should’ve Said No”)

As you can see, there is a pretty glaring disparity between the number of times she performed the other 8 songs live compared to the 1 time she performed “Breathe” live.

The song was released as a promotional single in the lead up to the release of Fearless, but wasn’t really a main single. It never had a music video, which means that it was probably never meant to be pushed for the charts. Although, it did spend one week on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, peaking at #87 on the week ending November 29, 2008, following the release of Fearless.

The song was co-written with Colbie Caillat, who also features on the track. Colbie was fairly popular at the time, in particular her debut single “Bubbly” had been very successful the previous year. So, you might think Taylor’s team/label would have wanted to push this song a bit more, but for some reason they didn’t.

The song seemed to be received well by critics too. There were obviously plenty of people who thought the song was good enough to earn a Grammy nomination. Although, it did end up losing to Colbie’s other, more commercially successful collaboration (“Lucky” with Jason Mraz).

So, it has been established that the song was released as a promotional single, it was nominated for a Grammy, and it was a collaboration with a popular (at the time) artist. These three factors combined might make someone wonder why she didn’t perform this song live until almost 10 years after its release. Just to reiterate, Taylor performed “Begin Again”, the song she performed second least out of this list, 75 times compared to the 1 and only time she performed “Breathe” in 2018.

This brings me back to the point that all of these other songs have a music video and were pushed as singles, whereas “Breathe” was only a promotional single and never had a music video.

Perhaps it would be fairer compare “Breathe” with the other promotional single Taylor released in the lead up to Fearless (I am excluding “Change” because it does have a music video and was used during the 2008 Olympics):

“You’re Not Sorry”

Date of release (as a single): October 28, 2008

# of times Taylor has performed this song live in total: 124

Yes, that’s right. Taylor has performed “You’re Not Sorry”, a song that got about the same amount of promotion as “Breathe”, well over 100 times.

Fearless was Taylor’s sophomore album and it was her first tour as a headliner. She had two albums worth of songs, plus a handful of others, to choose from. “Breathe” did not make the setlist. The only other song from Fearless that was not a part of the main setlist for that tour was “The Best Day”, a song that she performed live 6 times between 2009 and 2018, including twice during the Fearless Tour.

So, “Breathe”, again, was:

co-written by and features an artist who was popular at the time

released as a promotional single

nominated for a Grammy

never performed live before August 18, 2018

Which begs the question, why did she wait so long to perform the song live?

It has pretty much been established that the song is about Taylor’s original fiddle player, Emily. Taylor has never named names on this one, but most Swifties, even non-Gaylors, think the song is about her. Colbie Caillat basically confirmed this longtime fan theory in an April 2020 interview, where she says that Taylor “was writing about something she was going through with a band member at the time, and she was pouring her heart out about it”.

Taylor did say in the “making of” video for “Breathe” that the song is about a friend:

“It was total therapy because I came in and I was like, ‘Look, you know, one of my best friends, you know, I’m gonna have to not see anymore and is not gonna be part of what I do and it’s, like, the hardest thing to go through.’ It’s, like, crazy listening to the song cause you’d think it would be about a relationship, but it’s really about, like, losing a friend and, like, having a fallout and just the loss…”

She also adds:

“It’s never specific as to why. That’s my favorite thing about it. It doesn’t talk about why or whose fault it was cause sometimes the hardest time and way to say goodbye is when it’s nobody’s fault. It just has to stop.”

But, again, I’m pretty sure that Taylor herself has never said that it was about Emily. The official story is that Emily left the band to attend law school, but there is a rumor that she was actually fired. More specifically, the rumor is that she was fired when the true nature of their relationship was discovered.

This is all old news to Gaylors, of course. I said in my first post for this blog that I would not go too far into this theory due to the fact that Emily was 21 when she was hired and Taylor was only 16 at that time. I do think it is possible that Taylor had strong feelings towards Emily and maybe those feelings were unrequited or maybe they were reciprocated. Either way, perhaps someone found out somehow and the fallout was Emily getting fired.

It is also not improbable that Emily decided that she didn’t really like being on the road or the business side of being a professional musician and wanted to pursue a different career. If that was the case, then I do wonder why Taylor felt the need to repeatedly sing “I’m sorry” at the end of “Breathe”.

The only thing that would make sense, other than a potential firing that Taylor somehow felt responsible for, is that they had a fight when Emily broke the news to Taylor that she was going to leave the band. Hence, Taylor feeling the need to apologize so profusely.

Even if that is the case (here is where I project a bit/draw from my own experience), it still seems, to me, like Taylor felt a deep connection to Emily that might have blurred the line between platonic and romantic feelings. Maybe Emily is the first woman that she had those feelings for (ignoring “Angelina” and “Me And Britney” for this point) and so when she left it hit her really hard. Thus, she couldn’t bear to sing about it, even by the time the Fearless Tour started almost a year and half later.

That is all speculation, of course. Still, I can’t help but wonder why she would let almost an entire decade go by before she decided to sing a literal Grammy nominated song on stage for the first time. Especially considering the fact that she has performed all of her other Grammy nominated songs well over 100 times, aside from “Begin Again” (which she has still performed 74 times more than “Breathe”).

#taymily #gaylor #gaylor swift

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jazziehart · 4 years ago

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Taylor Swift Albums Reviews

Hello my lovely blog readers,

I want to thank those of you who stick around through all my crazy rants and long Glee posts. You guys are the real MVPs and I will always appreciate you.

Anyway onto why we're here, in the wake of Taylor rereleasing her albums I found it fitting to take a look back at her discorgaphy so far! Thanks to my good friend Aly, I decided to relisten to all of her albums which the order was randomly decided. I will be talking about the deluxe editions so enjoy!

Let's start off with the first album that was drawn first which was Red.

One of my favorite albums right off the bat with probably her best album cover. I remember how excited I was for 22, mostly because my girl Dianna Agron's name was in the liner notes. Let's dive into what I thought now about 9 years later!

Favorite Track: Begin Again Least Favorite Track: The Last Time (featuring Gary Lightbody) Bonus Track I Wish was on the main album: All of them!!! Favorite Bonus Track: The Moment I Knew Album Ranking: 6th/9

Overall I adore this album so so much. The only track I didn't care for in the least was The Last Time. I think you'll find a trend with me that my least favorite Tayor tracks tend to be her duets (the exception being Everything Has Changed which is also on this album and is the purest of all). The album has held up and even moreso I love it than the first time I listened. Crazy. Anyway onto the rankings of each song. DISCLAIMER: These are just my opinions and you can disagree with them but please be respectful.

1) Begin Again 2) The Moment I Knew 3) State of Grace (Acoustic Version) 4) I Almost Do 5) Stay Stay Stay 6) All Too Well 7) Everything Has Changed (featuring Ed Sheeran) 8) 22 9) Come Back...Be Here 10) Red 11) I Knew You Were Trouble 12) The Lucky One 13) We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together 14) Starlight 15) Girl at Home 16) Sad Beautiful Tragic 17) State of Grace 18) Holy Ground 19) Treacherous 20) The Last Time (featuring Gary Lightbody)

Honestly I adore this album so much as a whole and ranking every song was so hard. Holy Ground honestly had a lot of potiental I hated the arrangement but if I heard an acoustic version I would be sold, much like State of Grace which I wasn't huge on the original but the acoustic I'm obsessed with. Moving onto our second album which is one of Taylor's newest.

folklore! Funny enough on first listen I wasn't as into it as everyone else was but trust me, the relisten definitely helped me change my mind. I also heard the lakes for the first time which I loved. Since it's the only bonus track I'm going to say I definitely wished it had made the main album over some of the other songs on it. Let's dive into my thoughts and rankings.

Favorite Track: mad woman Least Favorite Track: invisible string Album Ranking: 9th/9

1) mad woman 2) the 1 3) the last great american dynasty 4) mirrorball 5) hoax 6) peace 7) seven 8) august 9) my tears richocet 10) the lakes 11) cardigan 12) betty 13) illicit affairs 14) epiphany 15) this is me trying 16) exile (featuring Bon Iver) 17) invisible string

Okay I know cardigan and betty being so low is going make people unhappy but honestly I just loved the other songs better listed above it. So many gorgeous songs and a great era for Taylor. It's not my favorite era and still falls in my lower half of her albums but I can appreciate the tracks on it more than I did before with the relisten.

Now onto Taylor's most recent album which came up next in our randomization in evermore

Unlike folklore on original listen I absolutely adored this album and had it in my top tier Taylor albums but will that opinion hold up? Let's find out.

Favorite Track: no body, no crime (featuring HAIM) Least Favorite Track: gold rush Favorite Bonus Track: it's time to go Album Ranking: 7th/9

1) no body, no crime (featuring HAIM) 2) happiness 3) champagne problems 4) willow 5) cowboy like me 6) dorothea 7) majorie 8) evermore (featuring Bon Iver) 9) closure 10) long story short 11) ‘tis the damn season 12) ivy 13) it’s time to go 14) coney island (featuring The National) 15) right where you left me 16) tolerate it 17) gold rush Okay let's talk about the relisten, it still held up but to me the one thing I didn't love about the album was the bonus tracks didn't add much to the original album so I kind of see why they were bonus tracks. I enjoyed the album none the less and I do think that most of my opinions are somewhat popular. I only see people being mad about 'tis the damn season being so low but honestly 1-11, I loved all the tracks so.

Up next is the rerelease that started it all, Fearless!

Now let's see after 13 years (hey Taylor's lucky number) if my opinion of this iconic album changed. Back in the day I was so obsessed with this album so let's see how I feel now!

Favorite Track: You're Not Sorry Least Favorite Track: The Way I Loved You Bonus Tracks I Wish was on the main album: Forever and Always (Piano Verison) and Come in with the Rain Favorite Bonus Track: Forever and Always (Piano Version) Album Ranking: 4th/9

1) You’re Not Sorry 2) White Horse 3) Love Story 4) You Belong with Me 5) Change 6) Forever and Always (Piano Version) 7) Fifteen 8) Hey Stephen 9) Come in with the Rain 10) Jump Then Fall 11) Fearless 12) Forever and Always 13) The Best Day 14) The Other Side of the Door 15) Breathe (featuring Colbie Cailaitt) 16) Untouchable 17) SuperStar 18) Tell Me Why 19) The Way I Loved You

I still remember when this album was first coming out how jazzed and excited I was for it. It was highly anticipated for me being that I had fallen in love with Taylor from her debut album and listening back it still holds up as one of my favorite albums. The only two tracks I wasn't into back then and still am not into are Tell Me Why and The Way I Loved You. Other than those two tracks the entire album is incredible to listen to. I'm so excited to hear Taylor's versions of all these songs and who knows maybe my mind will change on some of them.

Moving onto the next album to be randomly selected which is almost every Swiftie's favorite 1989.

Funny enough, originally this album isn't in my top favorites so who knows if my opinion will change on a relisten. Let's find out!

Favorite Track: Clean Least Favorite Track: I Wish You Would Bonus Tracks I Wish was on the main album: All of them?! Come on Taylor what's up with 1989 and Red having like some of their best tracks as bonus tracks. I'm mad haha. Favorite Bonus Track: Wonderland (gee I wonder why) Album Ranking: 5th/9

1) Clean 2) Wonderland 3) Wildest Dreams 4) This Love 5) You are in Love 6) Welcome to New York 7) Shake It Off 8) Blank Space 9) Bad Blood 10) Style 11) How You Get the Girl 12) Out of the Woods 13) New Romantics 14) I Know Places 15) All You Had to Do was Stay 16) I Wish You Would

Okay listening back. I now get the hype behind it. Listening to it with bonus tracks honestly makes all the difference. No joke. It's a much better album with the bonus tracks added. Honestly if Wonderland and You are in Love were on the main album it would've been top tier to me. Thank God for the deluxe version but team Taylor what is up with you hiding some of her best tracks and only releasing them on the bonus tracks? I'm mad. Also speaking on Wonderland, I adore the song even without the rumours of it being about my favorite celebrity Dianna Agron. Had the bonus tracks been on the main album it would higher but as a whole I love the album.

And now for our next album, which is reputation!

This is probably Taylor's most controversial albums, some love it and some hate it. I actually am somewhere in the middle. I love some of the tracks while others I could've done without. Let's see where it goes for me listening back.

Favorite Song: New Year's Day Least Favorite: Dancing with Our Hands Tied Album Ranking: 8th/9

1) New Year's Day 2) Gorgeous 3) Don’t Blame Me 4) This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things 5) I Did Something Bad 6) Dress 7) Delicate 8) Call It What You Want To 9) ...Ready for It? 10) Look What You Made Me Do 11) King of my Heart 12) Getaway Car 13) So It Goes... 14) End Game (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future) 15) Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Okay I feel like my choices here are controversal especially Getaway Car being pretty low on the album. Honestly I liked the song just wasn't into the hype that everyone else said about it, sorry you guys. Also Dancing with Our Hands Tied on the ALBUM is my least favorie song. I absolutely adored Taylor's acoustic version that was in the rep Tour. Had she released that on the album it would be after Look What You Made Me Do. The arrangement on the album I just didn't care for and I prefer acoustic Taylor which I think a lot of you gather from my top picks.

Anyway moving onto to our next album that was randomized which is...Taylor Swift!

Ah yes the album that started it all. 15 years ago I discovered Taylor Swift via this album thanks to CMT. I was a huge country music stan back in the day who knew how this one album would lead to a career I've been following for 15 years. Now how does this album hold up? Let's find out!

Favorite Song: Should've Said No Least Favorite Song: A Perfectly Good Heart Bonus Tracks I Wish was on the main album: Invisible and I'm Only Me When I'm with You Favorite Bonus Track: Invisible Album Ranking: 3rd/9

1) Should’ve Said No 2) Invisible 3) Cold as You 4) Picture to Burn 5) Our Song 6) The Outside 7) A Place in This World 8) Teardrops on My Guitar 9) Stay Beautiful 10) Tim McGraw 11) I’m Only Me When I’m with You 12) Mary’s Song (Oh My My My) 13) Tied Together with a Smile 14) A Perfectly Good Heart

This album still holds up 15 years later and made me so nostalgic. This had to be the hardest album for songs to rank thus far. Taylor hit it out of the park on her very first album crazy. She set the bar very high, funny enough it's the first album that a bonus track is my least favorite track but the entire album is a great listen, especially if you love country. It's very different from anything else Taylor did but that's what's so charming about it.

And now onto our second to last album which is another one of my favorites and the only album Taylor wrote fully on her own, Speak Now.

The album cover is up there with Red as my favorite and I'm excited to listen back to this album. I remember how much I enjoyed it when it was first released. Excited to see what I think 11 years later. Let's find out.

Favorite Track: Haunted (Acoustic Version) Least Favorite Track: Last Kiss Bonus Tracks I Wish was on the main album: All of them. Dang it Taylor they deserved to be on the main album. Favorite Bonus Track: Haunted (Acoustic Version) Album Ranking: 2nd/9

1) Haunted (Acoustic Version) 2) Long Live 3) Haunted 4) Better Than Revenge 5) Back to December (Acoustic Version) 6) Mine 7) Back to December 8) Mean 9) If This Was a Movie 10) Innocent 11) Dear John 12) Speak Now 13) Ours 14) Never Grow Up 15) The Story of Us 16) Superman 17) Enchanted 18) Sparks Fly 19) Last Kiss

One of Taylor's absolute best albms and it was incredibly hard to rank these songs. I know people are going to be mad about Enchanted being low but I just didn't love it as much as the other tracks on the album, this after all is one of the best albums she ever released so it's incredibly hard to make the call.

Moving onto our final album which I've called my absolute favorite, Lover.

It's only been an year since its release but will it hold up as my favorite album? Let's find out!

Favorite Track: Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince Least Favorite Track: It’s Nice to Have a Friend Album Ranking: 1st/9

1) Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince 2) Paper Rings 3) Lover 4) Soon You’ll Get Better (featuring The Chicks) 5) You Need to Calm Down 6) The Archer 7) The Man 8) Daylight 9) Afterglow 10) I Think He Knows 11) False God 12) Death by a Thousand Cuts 13) Cruel Summer 14) Cornelia Street 15) I Forgot That You Existed 16) ME! (featuring Brendan Urie from Panic! at the Disco) 17) London Boy 18) It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Yep it held up. This album is my favorite thing Taylor ever released. It was a tough call because I loved all of her top albums so much. Miss Americana still is my favorite performance which is no surprise, I was obsessed when this song came out 2 years ago. It's Nice to Have a Friend is the weakest track on the album but by no means is it a bad track. The entire album is a great listen all the way through, the only song that's hard to listen to especially if you have a sick parent "Soon You'll Get Better" I literally bawled after I finished it. So if you don't want an emotional song that might make you sad, it's best to skip it even though it's one of favorite tracks.

And that does it for us here. Hope you enjoyed my album reviews! Just to recap here's the rankings of all of Taylor's Albums:

1) Lover 2) Speak Now 3) Taylor Swift 4) Fearless 5) 1989 6) Red 7) evermore 8) reputation 9) folklore

Excited to see what's to come with the rerelease of Fearless and to hear the songs released from the vault. I've heard a few of her unreleased songs and honestly there are quite a few that I'm hoping are released. Thanks for enjoying us on this journey as always be kind and always spread love <3

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you are a famous child actor that eddie has had a crush on ever since he could remember. now that you are a young woman in your twenties filming for the movie 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠, maybe it was fate that brought you two together.

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acting had been your passion. ever since you were five years old, you graced the screens of many tvs and movie theaters, going from playing an artist’s daughter on sesame street in 1973 to one of the older orphaned teenagers on the musical annie to a lifeguard on baywatch. your character on the show was taken off due to filming conflicts; they had written her so she got an opportunity to go to college with a full-ride scholarship. all throughout your nineteen-year acting career, young eddie had watched every movie and show you were in, his crush on the [y/r] woman that glorified every monitor you were on.

when he was nine years old, he began rewatching sesame street just because you were on it. his friends at school made fun of him, but they just didn’t understand. they didn’t understand his need to see you on his tv screen, to hear you speak. he began watching baywatch when it came out in 1989 just because he heard you were on it. and he was mesmerized by the way your body fit into that swimsuit, the way you looked so perfect when you ran despite them always putting it in slow motion, the way your hair bounced everytime your foot made contact with the sand. he was in love with every inch of you.

in 1991, when he heard that you were no longer going to be on baywatch, he was disheartened. his favorite actress saving people after they did something he loved to do was addicting to him. he longed to be in their spot. but then he heard that it was due to filming conflicts, and knew immediately that it was because you had other things coming out. when he and his band released their debut album, ten, he hoped it got big enough for them have their names be heard around the world. he hoped you listened to their music, hoped that you loved his voice and the lyrics he wrote, loved the music videos.

close to his birthday in 1991, he heard that you had an interview with david letterman, and he was going to watch it. he had to. he flipped to the channel it was on and waited for you to come onstage. when you were introduced by letterman, the audience cheered as you walked out onstage in a black loose minidress with spaghetti straps, your hair done in the latest style as you waved to the camera, smiling widely as you got nearer to letterman and gave him a hug. it was short, quick, and you say down immediately once the two of you pulled away. the interview went on as usual, david asking you if you had any upcoming projects, you answering them vaguely, and you recounting stories from the photos he showed, laughing at the funny bits, blushing when you got to an embarrassing detail that involved you, and nodding to show you understood the question you were being asked. “have you been eyeing anybody as of now?” letterman asked. “you’ve been single since you debuted in acting back in 1973, and now you are a twenty-three year old woman, and no sign of a lover!” the audience chuckles at him.

“um. . .” you laugh a little. “i haven’t been seeing anybody, i’m a busy person, so i don’t have much time even for myself, let alone somebody else. but god. . .” you rubbed your elbow, a telltale sign you were a bit nervous. “eddie vedder from the band pearl jam is really cute. i wouldn’t mind meeting him.”

“that’s who your eyeing?” letterman asks. you nod, and eddie feels his heart swell in his chest. you knew who he was. you knew his band, you listened to him, watched his interviews. “yeah,” you defend, “i like energetic guys with blue eyes and long brown hair. he’s cute.” someone in the audience whistles and cheers, causing you to laugh. “he is! i’d love to meet him someday.” eddie’s palms begin to sweat, his eyes widen and he begins breathing heavily. he was your type. you liked him.

“have you listened to their album?”

“i’m sorry?” You turn your attention back to letterman.

“have you listened to pearl jam’s album?”

“yes, i have!” you nod. “it’s amazing!”

“what’s your favorite song?” letterman organizes the pile of notes in his hand, the rhythmic sound of the pat, pat, pat sounding loudly through eddie’s tv speaker. you click your tongue, leaning back in your chair, hands holding on to the armrests.

“oh, god, that’s hard,” you thought for a moment. “it’s a tie between oceans, garden, and black.” your hands tap against the rests three times — left, right, left. “it’s hard to choose, he’s got such a dreamy voice!” you chuckle, trying to calm yourself down as the small weepings of your crush begin to come out of you. they’ve done some interviews for their album and a few live shows, which you’ve watched as much as you could in order to see the frontman, loving the way he was so energetic and full of happiness.

the rest of the interview went by in a blur for you and eddie, and he went to bed, your face imprinted on the backs of his eyelids as he fell asleep.

a few short months had passed before eddie and the rest of the band were asked to come on-set to act out their very few scenes, not knowing who else, other than matt dillon and chris cornell, were going to be there. you were off-camera, readjusting your jean jacket sleeves as matt and the others were getting ready for the restaurant scene. eddie was sitting across from matt, on the edge of the seat, sharpie in hand as he listened to what jeff was reading about the fictional band, citizen dick. you noticed him, hair tucked behind his right ear as he said one of his only lines, “a compliment for us, is a compliment for you.”

cliff, matt’s character, begins to object, when you were given the clue to get on-set and sit next to matt, as you were playing his childhood friend, ruby. eddie’s face showed momentary shock as you sat on matt’s left thigh — as was scripted — and took a sip of the coffee from his cup. “i’m guessing you all read the news article about you, huh?” you restated the line you read over and over in your home and in the dressing room, your arms crossing in front of you and you begin leaning on them, forearms pressed against the wood.

“yeah,” matt placed his hand on your hip, sensing that you had gotten a little wobbly and was making sure you didn’t fall. “this negative energy just makes me stronger.” you chortle into the cup, “sure.” the watch your character wore began beeping, alerting you to act as if you were rushing. “i have to go, see you all later!” a chorus of deep, male, “bye!” follows you as you walked over to the diner’s door and walk out. the director yelled out, “cut!” and all of you knocked out of character.

standing in line to grab a quick lunch, you eyed the crowd, in search of the frontman of the grunge band, quickly recognizing him by his bandmates, his blue eyes frantically looking around. once he spotted you looking at him, his cheeks flare up, heat rushing into them as he looked back to his friends. he wanted to come up to you and talk, but he was just too shy, too flustered to make any real conversation, let alone any small talk. if only he had the confidence one of his former classmates had, then he would make conversation, ask you out on a date and just overall be with you. noticing his hesitation, you planned to talk to him later when he was away from his bandmates just so he was at ease in some form and they weren’t around to make fun of him; you could at least do that much for him.

“eddie!” you called out as he walked away from your direction, not noticing you sitting on one of the couches in the lounge area, standing up from the comfortable cushion to make your way over to him. he paused midstep, recognizing your voice instantly, heartrate picking up at the thought of you talking to him, hearing your footsteps coming closer to him. clenching his hands in his jacket pockets, he takes a deep breath before facing you, blue eyes wide as he eyes your figure coming closer to him, a reassuring smile sketched on your lips. “are you alright? you look a little nervous,” you stated, eyebrows furrowing as you noticed the somewhat deep breaths the frontman took.

“yeah,” he blushes deeper. “y-yeah, i’m fine.” he clears his throat. “what are you doing here?”

“i work here,” you chuckle lowly, crossing your arms across your chest. “but are you okay, really? remember, i’m an actress. i can tell when someone is acting or not.”

so you saw through his lie, he noted. “um. . . i’m just nervous to be around you, that’s all.”

“why?”

“’cause he has a crush on you, that’s why!” mike’s voice calls out through the studio, causing eddie’s blush to become deeper and to spread across his ears, his head bowing to hide his face.

“really?”

a nod. you took a step forward, reaching forward to take the cook county native’s face in your hands, moving it so it faced you, a small smile on your lips, reassuring and warm. “you want to take this somewhere your bandmates wouldn’t interfere?”

another nod.

“okay, come on,” you took his hand in yours, leading him through the many corridors and crew members to what was your dressing room, a private place that was rare nowadays. “sit anywhere you’d like.” there was the makeup chairs you sat in every single day, multiple times a day, a sofa in the corner of the room, and a director’s chair with your last name stamped onto the back. he took the sofa, hearing you lock the door behind you, giving you and him more privacy. “i’m sorry your friend did that,” you said as you made your way to the makeup chair, one foot still on the floor while the other was resting on the crosshatched wood pieces between the legs of the chair. you did it to give him the space he possibly needed, but to eddie, it seemed like you were avoiding him. his heart broke even more.

“i should’ve expected that, if i’m being honest,” he chuckled, trying to get rid of the embarassment that settled deep in his bones, but you still saw the blush that was slowly creeping away.

“they still had no right to do that,” with this, you stand up, make your way across the room, and sit down next to him, taking his hand in yours. they were warm; rough at the fingertips at the many years of playing guitar. you could feel the small calluses that were healing, the small imprints of the guitar strings, telling you that he had been playing recently, locked away in some small room. you sighed, “today is your last day here on set. i didn’t get to spend enough time to know you, but i got to talk to your bandmates.”

he nods, “yeah, i guess time works in mysterious ways.”

“but it doesn’t have to. how about i take you out to dinner?”

shocked, his head snaps up, peering into your [y/e/c] eyes, round and hopeful. “really?” you nod, laughing when you see his smile widen. “yes, really.”

“i’d love to!”

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kaitycole · 4 years ago

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I Hope

Summary: No one but Drake knows why he and Riley broke up, so what happens when Liam, Maxwell and Drake spot her three years later during their trip to New York?

Pairings: Drake x Riley (past tense)

Word Count: 1977

Warnings: PG-13? Mentions of cheating and alcohol

Song lyrics are from I Hope by Gabby Barrett. Highly recommend it!

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You don’t have to go out with us.” Liam asks Drake while he slips on his jacket.

Liam, Drake, and Maxwell had decided to return to New York as a pit stop to Liam’s diplomatic travels to Canada. They hadn’t been there since before his social season, when they went there for his bachelor party and met Riley. The shine of Riley wore off when they got back to Cordonia, it was no one’s fault, they just didn’t click well under the pressure of the court. However, she did pair well with Drake and through the social season, the two had a heated affair.

“I’ll be fine. It’s been almost three years.” Drake shrugs, grabbing his phone and keys. Riley and Drake didn’t try to hide their relationship from their friends so when they broke it off they told everyone. The details of what caused their break-up wasn’t public knowledge. No one pressed the issue either, but all wished both the best, especially Riley since she was heading back to the states.

“But she could be here.” Maxwell chimed in, he came off super supportive but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss his Little Blossom. He was the one who tried the hardest to learn why they split, wanted to know what happened that was so bad she wouldn’t even stay in Ramsford with him. But all she’d give him was a sad smile and the overused phrase, “Sometimes things just don’t work out.”

“I highly doubt it. Brooks had big dreams, she wouldn’t have stayed here.”

Knowing that they weren’t going to change his mind, they all head out with Bastien in tow. Originally, they decided to go to the bar they went and met Riley, but since it seemed to upset Drake, they opted to go to a western bar. They went to one in Cordonia on Drake’s birthday, but Maxwell was positive one in the US would be even better.

“This place already looks so awesome!” Maxwell praises as they all slip into a booth and place a quick order of beer, burgers and fries.

Liam looks at a nearby flyer, “Seems like they’re gonna have some live entertainment tonight.”

The three of them are enjoying their meals, ordering an extra round of beers just as a crack of the microphone catches their attention.

“We hope everyone is enjoying their meals, let’s give a round of applause for tonight’s entertainment Riley Brooks!”

Maxwell and Liam share a look as the room fills with an applause while Drake’s face completely pales.

“I’m sure it’s just a coincidence.” Liam quickly says as Maxwell starts nodding, “exactly, I bet it’s a pretty common American name.” Drake doesn’t say anything, watching as Riley walks onto the stage, thanking the crowd for having her before she sits on the stool.

“This is one of my favorite songs from my debut album that will be releasing shortly.” She starts to strum the guitar that’s on her lap, the room instantly silencing, anxiously waiting.

“Holy shit! That’s Riley!” Maxwell exclaims and Liam just sits there, jaw almost on the ground.

As her lyrics start to flow through the room, several people begin swaying to the beat while the two royals share a look, glancing over to see Drake’s expression. However, Drake isn’t listening to the words, the sound of her voice takes him back to one of his favorite memories of their relationship.

I, I hope she makes you smile/ The way you made me smile on the other end of a phone In the middle of a highway driving alone/ Oh baby I, I hope you hear a song That makes you sing along and gets you thinking about her Then the last several miles turn into a blur, yeah

* * “Drake, stop!” Riley shouts, giggling as he picks her up, carrying her towards the couch. He plops her down on the couch before handing her a guitar. “What’s this?”

“I got you a new guitar.” They have only been together for a few months, but he couldn’t help himself. Her current guitar is aged, Riley couldn’t remember exactly when she got it, but it had to be at least seven years old, if not older. The neck of it was loose much like the fretboard, but for a cheap acoustic guitar, it still worked.

But Drake knows for someone who has the dream of becoming a musician, an old, worn, and cracked guitar just isn’t going to cut it. So the only rational choice he had was to buy her a replacement because her happiness makes him happy.

Her eyes light up, he could swear he sees stars in her eyes as she runs gently fingers across the surface, her fingers dipping as they follow the curve of the waist of the instrument. She turns it to sit flat on her lap, grazing the strings causing a small hum to fill the room.

“I love it.” Riley places it on the cushion next to her before throwing herself into Drake, wrapping her arms around his neck, peppering him with kisses as she thanks him over and over.

He laughs, kissing her back repeatedly before leaning back to look at her, “play me one of your songs.”

Her face flushes, she’s only ever played covers for him, too afraid to play something she wrote for him, not wanting to show that much vulnerability. She chews on the inside of her cheek, worried that he’ll hate it, scared that he would just tear it apart, but when she looks up and see his soft smile all that fear disappears.

* * I hope she comes along and wrecks every one of your plans/ I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on her hand I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams/ She's everything you're ever gonna need

“Earth to Drake, you still with us?” Maxwell waves his hand in front of Drake’s face.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Drake shakes his head, “guess I zoned out a bit.” “I always knew Riley was talented, did she ever play this for you, Drake?” “No, must be one she wrote after she left.” “Wonder if we’ll finally know why the two of you broke up.” Maxwell looks at Drake who just ignores him.

And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me

Drake pales as Maxwell and Liam go speechless, sharing an ‘oh shit’ expression. Suddenly they both wish they could unlearn this revelation, wanting to go back to the blissful ignorance they had these last three years.

“Guess that answers that.” Liam clears his throat before taking a sip of his now warm beer.

Maxwell finally picks his jaw off the ground, “maybe she dated someone else within the last three years.”

Yeah, babe, I hope she shows up in a 2 AM pic from her friend Hanging on to a guy and you just ain't him I hope you stay up all night all alone, waitin' by the phone/ And then she calls

Riley looks around the room, she feels most comfortable on stage, even when the emotions she’s letting out through her lyrics are painful. But when her eyes meet Drake’s, the guitar in her lap suddenly feels heavier than usual and the words slightly burn as they come out, her mind taking her back to the last time she saw him.

And baby, I, I hope you work it out/ Forgive and just about forget And take her on a first date again/ And when you lean in for a kiss

* * “Riley, won’t you even talk to me?” Drake reaches out, grabbing her wrist trying to stop her from walking out of the room.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to talk about!” She jerks her wrist out of his grip, storming out of the bedroom.

“I think there is.”

Drake’s following Riley as she makes her way through each room, snatching up her things as she shoves them in a bag. He continues to try to get her to just stop, to just listen to him because he’s confident that he can fix things even though Riley brushes off each attempt he makes.

She’s not crying anymore, even though her heart is still breaking each time he tries to defend himself. Her eyes are red and they sting but she won’t let that stop her because the only thing she wants is to get as far from Drake as she can. Her mind is racing as she grabs her belongings or at least the ones she needs now, knowing she can either get the rest later or just leave them there and replace them.

She whips around, staring Drake straight in the face, “no there isn’t. If you wanna talk so bad, call that bitch whose been blowing up your phone.” “I said I was sorry.” His classic puppy dog pout shows up, Riley biting down on her bottom lip, that face use to melt her heart, now not so much. “I meant it Riley, I am sorry.”

She shakes her head, slinging on of her bags over her shoulder, pulling the other one behind her as she gets to the door. She opens it, walking a few steps out before pulling the cliché of turning around for one final statement, “but you weren’t sorry before you got caught.”

* * And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me And then I hope she cheats/ Like you did on me

Drake’s standing outside the bar waiting for Riley to come out, he sent Maxwell and Liam back to the hotel without him. He told himself that if he ever got the chance, he’d take it, try to get her to listen to what he tried to tell her before.

“Riley!”

Her grip on the handle of her case tightens as she swallows down her nerves. She should’ve guessed that he’d linger though she’d have much rather seen Liam or Maxwell. Clenching her teeth, she turns around, facing the one person she never wanted to see again.

“It’s not safe to talk to strangers in New York, you know?”

“Don’t be like that Riley.” He steps closer to her, the street light illuminating her features.

“Be like what? I don’t know you anymore Drake.” She shakes her head, exhaling through her nose loudly, “if I even really knew you back then.”

“You did know me,” he reaches out for her, “I made a mistake and I just want to right that.”

Her hand feels odd in his now, almost as if the memory of it fitting seamlessly was just some made-up fantasy. When she first left, she was pissed and refused to disrespect herself by listening to any pathetic explanation, but when the first year passed, she started to wonder if she made a mistake. She often thought about what he might’ve said and maybe she had blown things out of proportion. Eventually she let go of her second-guessing, realizing that if it was meant to be then things would’ve turned out differently, using that anger to fuel her drive to become successful.

She smiles, squeezing his hand before letting it drop from hers. “It’s too late for that. I really do hope that you meet the right girl, she’s just not me.”

“Ri…” “Tell Max and Liam it was nice to see them and I hope things are well.” She turns, walking away from him just like she did years ago, but this time feeling more confident.

He runs his fingers through his hair, watching her leave again, just like last time regretting not being able to get her to stay.

Like you did on me

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hoe-for-yukhei · 4 years ago

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Clean Freak Idol BF taeyong — Soloist [fem] reader

Everybody knows the tea between 10th floor and 5th floor.

Then there's Taeyong.

"We are here because we want to talk about the most awaited collaboration of the most iconic ship in the kpop industry, before we talk about your new mini album 'NO HISTORY' let me ask you guys a question first. The whole world knew you two used to date, isn't it awkward to work with each other?"

Man, what is this girl saying?

Taeyong and I stared at each other and laughed.

"Hahahahaha what are you guys laughing about? hahahaha"

The audacity to ask us.

Before inviting guests into your show, please dig some information about them.

"No hahaha sorry it's just so funny. Such a ridiculous question."

Taeyong stopped you for saying anything blunt, you have this image that you're straightforward and blunt, and to others they see it as rude.

You're not doing it for clout or to be savage wannabe, that's just who you are.

"No, we didn't broke up, we just lived apart. We moved out of our dorms and shared an apartment. But we didn't take it well so we moved back in."

Really taeyong? We didn't BROKE UP? interesting..

"Why? What didn't work out for the two of you?"

Oh let me tell you the story.

"Taeyong what are you doing? Stop covering your face! smile!"

"Eh-Andwae! I just woke up!"

What is he talking about?

Bare faced Taeyong is art.

Everyone who gets to see him fresh out of bed is so blessed, this would add 10,000,000+ on your lifespan.

"Oppa you stopped eating, Isn't the dish good?"

"Yes it's good! You should try that side dish too! I was just thinking about something."

Here we go again.

Taeyong is zoning out lately, I thought he's worrying about the NCT comeback, yearbook and all but turns out he isn't.

"What is it? Tell me hmm?"

"I was thinking, since we're already dating for 5 years why won't we live together already? I mean we're already in the right age and all."

Hmm I haven't thought about that.

"Why? Aren't you happy here with the members? And besides you have the whole room to yourself it's just like having your own house. Why need one?"

"Of course I'm happy. We grew up together and I treat them as biological brothers.. it's not about them. I want to start a life with you.. but if you don't want to then fine with me.."

"What do you mean I don't want to? I would love to move in with you. But heads up honey I'm a living mess. It will drive you nuts clean freak."

Everyone knows he's a clean freak. Aesthetic, spotless, and organized. He can't stand dirt. He's the type of guy who always bathe unlike jungwoo, the guy who would always wear gloves when handling food and dishes unlike jaehyun and yuta who uhh never you know what,he has sheets on his bed (and it's white as fuck no creases and lints jaehyun has been slapped hard),the guy who gets cranky when his clothes are not handled right so he ends up doing laundry everyday, he's also the guy who praises febreeze. Febreeze is his life,addiction,religion and many more.

Yes he loves febreeze more than me.

2 years went by like a bliss. Everything's good.

Actually too good.

We spent happy days together loving each other more as time passes by until he can't take it all anymore.

He knelt to the ground and pulled a ring and said

"Marry me y/n."

"T-taeyong.."

"I know I know.. but please hear me out. y/n we spent 7 years together full of love,laughs,and cries. I know you're finally going to have your debut next week and can't be seen in a relationship for like 2 years, but I can't take it anymore I don't want to lose you..this industry is fucked up y/n.Just please promise me you'll hold on to me.. to us.."

"Of course. You're my rod in this dark world without you I'll be lost. I'll forever hold on you. But you sure this isn't an engagement ring?"

"*sighs; you know it's not. I really want to but I already know the answer after I proposed for you like 3 times already. You're not yet ready.. but I'll wait."

"I'm sorry taeyong–"

"No don't say sorry I understand"

You were both in the right age but still young to marry.. and both of your careers are not helping.

NCT PROJECT again. You're happy for Taeyong, he really likes it whenever the whole 23 of them perform together.

But also pitied him.

"What is wrong with you two?! I expected better than this. You better composed some good ones or I'll give back the job to composers."

"No sir, I really want to participate again in composing I can give you a better one—"

"Then do it. I want it done by next week. I only let you boys play composer and lyricist again because the crowd wants to. You get me Johnny? Taeyong?"

It's the 6th time this week. You always pass by the room because it's in the same way of the recording studio. He was getting yelled at again.

And again.

Taeyong's been stressed for the whole 2months. Johnny and he were told they could participate in producing the album.

At last they can express themselves.

Johnny really wants to write songs but never given the opportunity to. So Johnny and he are working hard. Knowing SM they're controlling as ever this means it's a one and only lifetime opportunity.

His dog died. His best friend and buddy.

The warm condolences of his fans comforted him. He's thankful to have them.

Y/n's first ever single is coming out. You have been pretty busy too. Recordings, photoshoots,MV filming etc. And SM and fans are breathing down your neck everytime you move.

Some anti spread fake rumors about you. Usually you'll ignore it but right now is different. Being new to this industry brought pressure to you and you don't know what to do but just cry..

You saw a cat. You always love cats, they calm you down. It gives comfort to you. You decided to bring it home to your shared space with taeyong.

You did him a favor and put a little spice in his composition then while drinking your hot chocolate you were called by your mother leaving the cat,the chocolate and the house you hurried to the hospital.

Stressed ate taeyong. He's frustrated at the moment he wants to shout and cry his heart out.

The 8th song they made just got rejected. again.

It's the last draw and they can't participate in writing on the album anymore. Mark, xiaojun and taeil got injured while practicing,the new choreographer is a dick. A stubborn stylist doesn't follow anyone's instruction causing jaehyun to be called out because of his hair and the management wants them to do nothing. Some anti is making fun of his dog's death and a sasaeng is following him right now.

The house is where he rests,it's his favorite place .

But now it isn't.

The house is a fucking mess.

Dishes on sink

Furs on sofas and floor

Chocolate drink spilled on the carpeted floor of his work space.

The computer is on

Somebody touched his music

The air smelled like a stray dog or cat

Shits on his pile of clothes and a cat is napping on the end of the bed.

Lee. Taeyong. Mad.

He's angry asf.

"Oh hey taeyong you are home?? How was your da-"

"What is that?"

"A cat?"

"and that?"

"My drink.."

"That?"

"Dishe–okay what is your point?"

"Nothing. Just you being a pig."

"Wh-what?.."

"You're disgusting. Be ashamed of yourself y/n can't believe a woman doesn't know how to take care of a house."

"What's wrong with you?! That's so sexist!"

"What's wrong with me?! Your stupid new cat shitted on my clothes! The house is shit! Everything's shit! Even you! You messed up my song!"

"Taeyong calm down there was an emergency and about your song i-"

"shut up y/n! I'm tired! The last thing I want to see is a dumpsite! I have to keep up shits at work and I have to keep up with your everyday shits too?! I'm so sick! It looks like the house isn't the only one that needs cleaning. My life too.. I can't believe I put up with a garab6e like you. You should've been taken out a long time ago—"

"The only shit here is you."

You took your new cat and went.

Your grandmother died. That's the emergency.

It's heartbreaking and with taeyong earlier the last hanging piece of your heart shattered completely.

You went back to your own place, you ask hae-un a friend of yours who's a model under the same entertainment to get all your stuff in your house.

She came back with seong-hyun his boyfriend carrying boxes and bags.

"Y/n.. take a break..I'm here for you."

"He wants to talk to you y/n. he said he was—"

"SEONG-HYUN!STOP!"

"okay.. I understand. Everything will be fine y/n hae-un and I will never leave you. We'll get through this together just like the old days.."

"Thank-you.."

Hae-un take care of your things at work. You decided to wake up from the slump and change labels,made depression your motivation, you skyrocketed. Soon after many articles about you were made.

“솔로이스트 Y/N L/N은 왜 SM 엔터테인먼트를 떠났을까?”

(Why did Soloist Y/N L/N leave SM entertainment?)

"할머니의 갑작스러운 죽음으로 솔로이스트 Y/N이 망했다. '나는 망연자실했다. 어떻게 해야 할지..' "

(Soloist Y/N went hiatus due to Grandmother's sudden death

"I was devastated. I don't know to do..")

"솔로 퀸 Y/N L/N 7년 동안 NCT 이태용과 데이트 했었다고?!"

(SOLO QUEEN Y/N L/N USED TO DATE NCT LEE TAEYONG FOR 7 YEARS?!)

"엘, 채널, 헤르메스 뉴 앰배서더, 모델 Y/N L/N. 그녀가 어떻게 도망가는지 지켜봐."

(ELLE, Channel, Hermes New ambassador and model Y/N L/N. Watch how she rules the runway)

P-NATION의 솔로퀸 Y/N L/N이 NCT 김도영, 루카스 웡과 함께 메디컬 로맨스 드라마 '더 터치 오브 유어'로 데뷔한다.

(P-NATION's Solo Queen Y/N L/N, will debut as an Actress in a Medical romance Kdrama "The touch of you" with NCT Kim Doyoung and Lucas Wong)

You have so many projects going on. Actually you were not ready for this. At SM you’re only an underrated singer who mostly writes others songs instead of doing yours. What can you do? It’s the higher ups orders.

Haeun recommended PNATION this is where you really felt like you’re an artist and family rather. Of Course you love your sunbaes and colleagues. It's just that SM restricts everyone and they try to shape them into KPOP robots that everyone will buy.

You love all of your projects well..except one.

"P-NATION의 솔로퀸 Y/N L/N이 전 남자친구 NCT 이태용과 함께 새 미니 앨범 'NO History'를 발매한다!"

(P-NATION's Solo Queen Y/N L/N will release her new album "NO HISTORY" with ex-boyfriend NCT Lee Taeyong!)

Oh great…

You haven't

Communicated with Taeyong since you left the house.

You actually avoided him.

Taeyong would straight up walk to you when on stage such as Music Bank, Inkigayo, Mama etc. But you always find a way to avoid the guy.

The fans ship you guys after finding out your 7year relationship with him. You were chill with it but you always reminded your fans that you're not together anymore theyy should snap back to reality.

Y/N doesn't like the reality now.

His ex boyfriend is in front of him doing arrangements eating Sweet Potato cubes from Starbucks and guess what.

He's formal and silent asf.

Like you guys didn't date and almost got married.

There were 5 songs in the Mini Album

Ethereal

Seoulite

Letters on the floor

Sunset

DOUCHEBAG

The title track is Ethereal. You have to dance to that sexy love hoe song. Produced and composed by yours truly.

You just sat on your swivel chair discussing with the other producer while Taeyong wrinkles his forehead seeing the album content.

Track 6. "DOUCHEBAG"

Who The fuck would name their song douchebag?

Taeyong is confused but at the same time a little hope and warm blooms at his heart. Thinking DOUCHEBAG is all about him. Little did he know it's a diss track about MNET.

Don't worry taeyong douchebag may not be about you but most of the songs are.

He's keeping his distance letting you adjust to him..but that doesn't look like it to Y/N.

The audacity of this guy to ignore me. Bitch.

It's noon and you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Taeyong comes to your side to invite you to lunch until he is cut off by a high pitch squeal of yours.

" y/n ssi—"

"DOIEEEEEEEEEEEEE~"

"Hahahahahah calm down, you miss me that much?"

"YEAH!"

It's Doyoung.

He knows you have a few modeling projects with doyoung and an ongoing drama but he didn't know you two were this close.

You smooch your face on doyoung's face and smile brightly at him.

Ah he hates it.

"Hahahahahah enough y/n I'm here for hyung. Hyung do you want to go grab lunch?"

"Ani. Doyoung-ah i’m not hungry. Comeback next time."

"I'll come with you oppa."

“YAH!”

Taeyong stood up.

Oppa was the last straw for him. You don’t call anyone oppa.

Let alone smooch your face to someone’s chest.

You’re that brat girl who only warms up at him.

Only him.

Doyoung and Y/N were surprised by Taeyong’s sudden actions.

Why is he angry? Did you guys do something wrong?

“Taeyong-ssi, gwaenchana? Is there something wrong?”

Taeyong suddenly realized what he did. So foolish of him. Now he looks like an ex-boyfriend who’s jealous of his ex’s friend.

He isn’t like that. He just wants closure with you.

We’ll look into that later.

“‘Y-YAH! What are you guys doing there? I thought we were going to eat?’ that’s what i’m trying to say.”

“Ahhhh~”

You and Doyoung just nodded, you thought you guys did something wrong to upset him hahaha.

Taeyong is literally speaking in small fonts as he says his excuse. As stupid as it sounds. You two believed him. Thank god phew.

You survived your 1 month with Taeyong. And for guys who dated for 7 years you two were awkward as fuck. It’s like the first time all over again. Calling each other with Honorifics and bowing whenever you two meet at the hallways, Just keeping it civil. But you gotta admit it to yourself, you start to warm up again to Taeyong these past few weeks. Dyed his hair black, and has that boyfriend material aura again.

YOU ARE A HUGE SIMP Y/N L/N.

Taeyong is planning something to win you back . He just woke up and realized ‘What if I show her again why she fell for me in the first place?’

He’s doing simple things to get close to you again. Your heart beats fast whenever he comes close.

“Jduigywfwygf Lee Taeyong i swear to god you-”

“I am what?

“You Scared me! Stop doing that! Why are you even here? I won’t record today. I'm going to learn the choreo.”

“Me too.”

“What?”

Our Choreographer came and hell he was teaching us some sexy ass moves. I didn’t even know Taeyong was supposed to dance with me too. I suddenly have flashbacks to Hyuna unnie and E’dawn sunbae’s Cage Dance Performance.

“One, Two, Step, Three, Step, Four”

“Y/N what are you doing? You missed the step.”

“I did?”

“Yes, It’s the 5th time already. Taeyong teach her. I’m going to take a break”

Y/N is very tense. He felt it. Especially whenever you two grind and to that one part where you kneel in front of him.

“You’re stiff and tense right now. How about you take a break?”

“Omg! Finally!”

“You left your body while we're dancing. Something wrong?”

“Nah I just feel Awkward and all. Knowing our history and everything.”

“Why would you?”

“It’s just you know uhmm.. I don’t know how to explain but you get what I mean.”

“Then Let’s be friends again! So it wouldn’t be awkward.”

He’s just waiting for you to open the topic. That’s all it takes to get Taeyong creep back to your heart. You don’t know if befriending your ex is good or what but it’s nice to have him back. It’s like normal. The teasings, hugs, and laughter are back. It’s like when you two were still together minus the label of course.

Since you two were close again why not invite him to your shoot? Besides Doyoung and Winwin are there.

Taeyong internally passed out when you invited him. He’s so happy for you. The dream of you being an actor never left his mind. Now he gets to see it with front-viewed seats, until that scene comes up.

Myeorin’s starts to tear up. He run after Haju and hugged him behind. “H-haju you don’t have to..”

The man just kept a blank face but you can see he’s having a hard time letting go.

“Go. I want you to be happy. You love him Myeorin”

“H-haju no! I love you!”

“You know you don’t. You're just stuck in our past memories.”

Haju breaks free from Myeorin’s hug, he cups her face and their foreheads touch each other while sobbing.

“I still want to live in that past. With you haju.”

He stared into Myeorin’s eyes and landed a soft peck at her temple.

“‘The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.’ The person who taught me doesn't apply it to herself. Pabo. Go, you have no time left i heard he’s leaving”

Myeorin realizes Haju’s words and runs to chase the one that she truly loves. “Do Hyejeong you bitch you didn’t tell me you’re leaving”

The Set changes and moves to a different venue.

Myeorin stands outside of Hyejeong’s penthouse sobbing. He erratically rang the bell 30th time already and no one’s answering.

A Janitor saw Myeorin and confronted her.

“Miss Myeorin! What are you doing there?”

“Ahjussi *sniffs* have you seen Hyejong?”

“Ah! sir Hyejong? He just left a while ago carrying his personal belongings. Why?”

Myeorin just stared at Mr.Kang and suddenly wailed.

“Ah-Uh M-miss did I do something wrong?”

Myeorin just missed Hyejeong. Knowing him he wouldn’t come back ever again.

“What are you crying at you brat? You’re causing a scene in my property.”

“Hye-Hyejong!” Upon hearing that cold voice she stood up and faced Hyejeong with swollen, teary eyes, and a dripping nose.

“Sir Hyejong I promised I didn’t make her cry! She just suddenly weeps when I said-”

“It’s okay Mr. Kang I know. No need to clean here anymore. you can rest now. And you brat go inside.”

The two of them went inside. Hyejeong comfortably sat on his aesthetically white L-shaped sofa in front of his Floor to ceiling big windows. While Myeorin stands there dumbfounded.

“I-I thought you’re leaving…”

“Well yeah I am until Professor Shin said I have to cover his surgery tomorrow because his wife is in labor.”

“So you’re not leaving anymore?”

“I still am.”

Confused about Hyejeongs statement, creases were formed at her temples. She extended both of her hands trying to block the huge door. The lad just lowkey snickered at her actions.

“What do you mean?! No! nuh uh you won’t leave this place over my dead body.”

“”Why Won’t I leave?”

“Because I love you.”

Hyejong suddenly stopped sipping his drink and just stared at her with those big bunny-like eyes.

“What?”

“Do Hyejong Saranghae.”

He rose from the chair and met her body.

“You lose.”

“I don't careabout the bet anymoret. I love you.”

Hyejeong's mind left the earth. His lips unconsciously guided him to Myeorin’s plump, soft, pinkish lips. It tasted like pure heaven.

“CUT!”

Taeyong got startled at the director’s cue. No thoughts, mind empty, just watching his love of his life kissing his best friend. He knew it’s part of their work and he’s proud of the both of them but a part of him just aches knowing you’re single and doyoung single, you might fall for his kisses that used to be his.

“Y/N! Focus!”

“You okay?”

“Yeah just out of character.”

Y/N didn’t know the kissing scene and suggestive scenes are the ones that they'll be filming today. It’s supposed to be Next week! Now she felt odd knowing Taeyong’s here. She turned to Taeyong’s space, seeing him sending her a death glare while eating sweet potato chews.

“KISSING SCENE TAKE 2”

“KISSING SCENE TAKE 3”

“TAKE 6”

“TAKE 12”

The number of takes irked taeyong. Was he invited here just to suffer? Finally you guys nailed the scene. He thought it’s over yet there’s more to come.

Myeorin and Hyejeong were intoxicated with each other. A peck on the lips results in a very deep passionate one. Hyejong carried her in his arms, not letting go of her tasty lips together and they traveled towards the bedroom.

Taeyong stormed off the set. Right in front of my Sweet potato chews he said.

“Taeyong! Where are you going?”

“Don’t follow me. I’ll go home now.”

“What? why? I brought you here. I thought we were going to have ice cream after this?

“EAT ICE CREAM WITH ‘HYEJONG’ INSTEAD hmp.”

He mimicked her voice. Taeyong tried to look angry. But in Y/N’s eyes he’s a baby pouting.

“H-Hyejong? Who is that?”

“Duh? Doyoung?”

“Why would i eat ice cream with him?”

“Yeah right. Why would you guys eat ice cream if you two can just suck each other’s faces off.”

“OMG HAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU JEALOUS?”

“No! Why would I?”

“Hmm..”

“Fine I am! You said today’s going to be fun. Yeah fun for you you kissed doyoung 17 times.”

You grinned like a mad man at his accusation even though you’re guilty of it. It’s just so cute you can’t help but to..

“Why would you do that?! You kissed another guy then you kiss me? Don’t give me false hope Y/N.”

“Okay.. I won’t kiss you anymore. You said it yourself.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just that it’s giving me false hope..”

“About what?”

“About you. About us being together again. So don’t kiss me i you don’t mean i-”

Yeah you kissed your ex. He needs to shut up.

“Do you still love me?

“Of course. I have always been Taeyong.”

Cut the chase and hide and seek. You won’t deny your feelings anymore. The feeling of missing him, his warmth, and love. You won’t deny it all again.

You two left the Area hand in hand, talking while having a little stroll.

“Hey I have a question?”

“What is it?

“Did you change your perfume?”

“Yeah. It’s Yves Saint Laurent’s Black Opium”

“I like the old one better.”

“What smell do you love the most? Me or Febreeze? ”

“Definitely Febreeze.”

The sound of your laughs and voices faints as you two went back to the set

"If you were to pick what is your favorite song in this album? And What part of it makes you like it?"

The Interviewer asks.

You picked up your mic and said

“Ethereal. I like the pre chorus part the

i can't wait to see him next

and witness his ethereal glow

he is my darling

and nothing or no one

could ever come between

bonded for life

he is my king.

It just reminded me of someone. Someone I missed..” The crowd goes wild, they're squealing and most of them are screaming Lee Taeyong!

Taeyong goes shy.. He can’t believe you wrote him that song when he asked you who’s your inspiration you just said ‘my grandma why?’ now he knows.

He Throws you a ‘you’re hiding it from me’ look while you just replied a simple wink.

“Okay, Let’s get back to the unanswered question.. What didn't work out for the two of you?”

You two stared at each other's eyes knowing the answer.

Once again you grabbed your mic and said

“Let’s just say he’s a major clean freak.”

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Not So Cold-Hearted Pt.23

Summary: Y/N, a member of a popular newly debut girl group and Wonwoo has what some may call a relationship with emotional ambivalent. Will their relationship remain cold-blooded or will they finally come to an agreement and become something more?

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

A/N: As always, if anyone is interested in being added into the taglist for this series, please feel free to send in a ask or message me!

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“Remi! Skye! How’s she?” The girls closed the door of your room as they walked down the hall when they saw a group of males walking towards them “The anesthetic hasn’t worn off yet so shes a little nauseous and tired.” Skye said without much energy. “But how is she?” Jun questioned as the girls remained quite, making the boys anxious. “Hey look, you’ve guys work really hard today and you must be tired. How about you guys head on home and rest up? Well check up on her a bit later if she wakes up.” Joshua took a hint as your members nodded. “Congrats on your awards today. I’m sure Y/N is just as proud, no matter what.”

The boys walked pass your room where the curtains of the window to your room were closed but were sheer so your figure was noticeable. “Should we go in?” Dino tried peeking in. “I think she’s asleep though.” Minghao stated, taking in of your blurred figure. “I’ll stay here for a bit to check on her when she wakes up.” He sat down on one of the chairs in front of your room. “Are you sure? It’s been such a long day. Maybe we should head home and come back early in the morning with some food for her.” Jeonghan suggested as his members pondered before agreeing. “You guys can head back first. I’m going to stay for a bit.” Minghao reassured his answered as they nodded at his decisions but slowly leaving. Wonwoo was leaning at wall with his arms folded, with his eyes not leaving the window to your room. “You’re not leaving?” Minghao looked up to him as he continued staring into the window. “I’ll keep you company.” Wonwoo sighed, taking a seat beside Minghao. “Are you sure it’s not about something else?” Minghao curiously asked. “I’m…. I’m not sure.” he mumbled, rubbing his face in his hands. “About what?” “I don’t know… Just her.”

“Y/N?” “I guess?” “I’m listening.” “Of course you are.” Wonwoo flatly said as Minghao sat up from his seat, looking over at him with confusion. “What?” “You and Y/N are practically in love with each other. I heard her confessing to you before her last practice with Moonbin.” Wonwoo’s voice was somewhat heavy as Minghao looked at him with eyes. “So it wasn’t delivery.” Minghao mumbled. “Look it’s not what you think-” “I should’ve known from the beginning but now I’m all confused with my feelings. I don’t even know what to feel anymore.” “Wonwoo listen-” “Why do I worry so much for her? Why do I feel so angry when she’s with other guys? I just find myself wanting to be next to her.” Wonwoo started blurting out words as Minghao remained quiet, trying to listen in to his words feeling happy that his band mate was finally letting out his feelings for you. “But of course, I can’t win against you. Your killer smile, soft eyes, and melting voice. No wonder why she’ll choose you in a heart beat. “But I don’t have that type of feelings for her.” “Of course you love her- wait come again?” He almost whined before turning to look at Minghao with a blank expression. “Y/N and I have known each other since we were trainees. I know her inside out and that’s just our way of expressing our friendship.” Minghao smiled as Wonwoo blinked mutely.

“But you said you like her.” “I do like her. She’s like a little sister to me. I like her enough to know that she deserves well. And you seem to be true about your feelings about her.” Wonwoo was taken back about what he said “So… You don’t like her?” “I don’t have romantic feelings for her. If that’s what you’re trying to get at.” He chuckled as Wonwoo leans back on the chair, resting the back of his head against the wall as he let out a sigh. “Do you know…. if she’s interested in anymore?” Wonwoo carefully asked as he heard Minghao chuckle. “Well, that’s up to you to find out. Now that you’ve come to understand your feelings, you show follow it and express it to Y/N. Don’t confuse her anymore.” Minghao advised “Come to understand my feelings?” “What you just said, it seems to me that you’re in love with Y/N. Those words are what you felt in your heart.” Minghao stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “How about we head back? We should give her some rest. She’s been through quite a lot today. Plus, I don’t know about you, but I’m worn out.” Minghao lets out a small yawn as Wonwoo nodded before hanging an arm over his shoulder while walking back to their dorm.

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Wonwoo’s alarm rang as he sat up right away, shutting his alarm before walking into his bathroom. He quickly washed up, and changing into some casual wear before checking the time as it read 8:30AM. He quietly opened his door, peeking out to see if any of his members were awake but only saw darkness in the kitchen, living and dining room. He carefully tippy toed pass the kitchen and living room, biting down on his lip whenever the flooring squeaked.

“Going on a morning stroll?” Seungkwan turned around from behind the kitchen counter, drinking a glass of water as Wonwoo jumped, falling back onto the floor before quickly standing back up. “Huh? Oh yeah, going on a morning stroll.” Wonwoo stuttered, as Seungkwan stopped drinking his glass to pop a vitamin in his mouth. “Come eat your vitamins before you leave then” He poured him a glass and handed him his vitamin as Wonwoo quickly took it. “Is our manager driving you to see Y/N?” Seungkwan questioned, making Wonwoo choke on his water. “If you’re going to see if, you can just say it. It’s not like you’re hiding it well.” “Uh… no I’m taking the taxi.” Wonwoo said in between his coughs “Take care. Tell her we’re going to pay her visit a bit later in the day.” Seungkwan patted his shoulder before heading back room. Wonwoo got on the taxi before heading to his aunts restaurant, knocking at her door as she opened it with a shocked face

“Wonwoo?” He entered as she brought him some tea and sat him down. “Congratulations on your win yesterday! I was screaming so loudly that the neighbours next door filed a complaint of me being too loud.” Seri chuckled happily as Wonwoo nodded before she pulled out her phone. “But did you see on the news yet?” her expression hardens. “News?” “It’s all over the news and in articles about the Y/N’s incident from yesterday’s performance.” She slid her phone across the time as Wonwoo picked it up and started skimming through multiple articles, showing pictures of your bleeding knees and short clips of you collapsing at the end of the performance. His eyes widen by the second from every article and video as his aunt bit her fingers. “How are the reactions so far?” He eagerly asked as his aunt retrieved her phone with a sigh. “From her special collaboration with Moonbin, she’s been getting lots of positive reviews and comments but after the incident started spreading, she’s been the most searched on almost all website engines. Everyone has been blaming the staff, wanting them to apologize but there hasn’t been any statement from the broadcaster nor your company about her health. The last update given was that she was rushed to the hospital.” Wonwoo stared at the table, going through a wave of emotions. “Is Y/N…. is she okay?” she slowly asked, seeing his harden face. “I’m not sure. We went to check on her yesterday but her members said she just fell asleep.”

“So… are you going to her now?” “….Yeah.” His aunt smiled from his words as she stood up before tying her hair. “It all makes sense now.” She could help but to let out her cheeky smile. “You and your weird actions.” Wonwoo lifted his head his head, looking at her with a empty expression. “You must’ve felt so angered and worried when you went to the hospital last night, knowing that you couldn’t see her that you must’ve not sleep properly. So then you woke up early today which is something you rarely ever do to pay her a visit. But before you head there you came to me, probably able to ask if I could make her some food. Am I not wrong?” She questioned as Wonwoo blinked a couple of times before looking away, redness forming in his cheeks “Yeah… I guess so.” He shyly admitted while scratching the back of his head. “At least you’re admitting to your feelings…. Gosh, just confess to her already.” Seri spoke loudly as she walked into the kitchen, leaving Wonwoo dumbfounded. Wonwoo pulled out his phone, reading articles of praises on both your performances and how professional you carried out the incident as well as articles of how well suited you and Moonbin were together has emotions of jealousy and sadden grew in him.

“Alright. I made some soft foods for her so that it’ll be easier on her. Do you know what’s her favorite fruit? I’m going to try making some puree for her.” “*insert fruit*” he replied, rather confidently as she smirked. “Of course you’ll know.” She hummed while heading back in as Wonwoo started wondering how he even knew. His aunt came out with stacks of containers before wrapping it all up. “Here. Tell her I’m sending her all my support and love for her recovery.” She walked Wonwoo out the door before he got into a taxi and headed to the hospital

Wonwoo arrived at the hospital as he entered and headed to the front desk. “Hello, I’m here to visit Y/N L/N.” He pulled down in mask. “Ah, I see. May I ask what your relationship is with her?” The nurse asked.

‘Relationship?’ Wonwoo’s heart sped up from the word. “Uh, I’m a friend of hers.” He stammered. “She’s in VIP room 16.” He took the elevator up to the VIP floor, feeling his hear rate quicken by the beeping of each floor. He got off, reading each number on the room before standing in front of your room. Right when he was about to opened the door, the doctor walked out. “Ah, you must be one of Y/N’s visitors.” The doctor smiled as Wonwoo bow to greet him. “Y/N is still asleep but her condition has improved greatly.” He informed before leaving as Wonwoo softly entered your room, seeing you peacefully sleeping. He placed the food at the table on the side before taking a seat on a chair side your bed. His eyes traveled to see your body wrapped in bandages feeling pain from just your sight. His hand shakily moved towards your face, gently touching the patches on your cheeks, as he blinked back the tears forming in his eyes. He rested his head on his arms on the side of your bed, feeling helpless.

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Your eyes slowly fluttered opened before blinking a couple of times to focus your eyesight. You sat up, as your hand gazes over someone’s elbow as you looked to your side and saw Wonwoo sleeping on the side of your bed. You reached over to the side of the bed to get your glasses as you quietly groaned at the pain spreading through your body. He had his eyes closed, sleeping on top of his arm with his head facing you. You felt lighthearted yet surprised that he came to visit you, especially by himself. You observed his resting state, seeing his back slowly move from his breathe. As memories started replaying from yesterday, you couldn’t help be to feel joy and thankful from the little things he did to you.

“Thanks Wonwoo…” You whispered as you softly smiled at him. Even though you weren’t happy with your state that you’re in at the moment, you couldn’t help but to feel overjoyed that Wonwoo came to pay you a visit, making your heart flutter. “Thanks for what?” He opened his eyes, looking right into yourself before you froze. He looked up at you stared at him before the two of you broke in a faint laughter with blushes on both your faces. “Why are you here so early? Shouldn’t you be getting some extra sleep from all your hard work from yesterday?” You questioned him as he sat back down you and leaned back on the hospital bed. “I could ask you the same.” You smiled as he looked around the room, avoiding your eyes. “I just wanted to see if you’re okay.” He mumbled while looking away, making you smile at his words. “Well, as you can see, I’m fine and alive, if that’s what you’re wondering.” he turned to look at you, not convinced with your words. “Did you… By any chance see any of the news yet?” He asked as you tilted you head in confusion. He pulled out his phone and showed you the articles where you were currently the hot topic on all search engines and news. You read over them, as your smile transitioned into a stiff expression as Wonwoo sensed that you read about your incident. He wanted to ask you about your condition but felt that it wouldn’t be the best time,

‘Am I suppose to feel proud or disappointed in myself at the moment?’ you thought to yourself. “Are you feeling alright?” Wonwoo placed a hand over you leg as he lowered his head to meet you eyes. You looked up with a weak chuckle. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You quickly replied, still feeling his eyes on you. “The doctor said I’m lucky to be alive after having to fall 3m but I should be good to go in a few months!” You tried your best to shallow down the hiccups forming in your throat as you quickly wiped away your tears before facing him with a smile. He knew you didn’t want to go into dept and he respected as he returned with a reassuring smile. “Of course.” He stood up and placed the stall stack of container to the table in front of your bed. “I stopped by at Aunt Seri’s place before coming here to get her to make you some food. You should try eating, even if you don’t have much of an appetite.” You nodded as he opened the multiple containers displaying delicious food. Your eyes sparkled as you felt you stomach growl. You rested your hand over you stomach, letting out an embarrassed grin. “Please tell Seri I said thank you so much.” He handed you the container as you rested it on your legs. You picked up the spoon but as you lifted your arm, pain on your wrist started to ache as you scrunched your face.

“Is something wrong?” He asked as your shook your head. He closed some of the containers for you to eat later on. You tried lifting you spoon once again but gave up from the aching as you let out a quiet sigh. “Is it bad?” He looked up. “No no! It’s just that,” you quickly objected, knowing that Seri’s cooking never fails to impress you. “I can’t really lif-”

“FOR GOODNESS SAKE, SHE CAN’T EAT ON HER OWN SO FEED HER.” Your door flew opened as Mingyu screamed in frustration as you and Wonwoo looked at him in shock. “I am so sorry, please ignore him. Just pretend you didn’t hear that and go on.” Dokyeom smiled as he tugged him back you saw the rest of the boys standing in the back, embarrassed at Mingyu. “THIS IS SO FRUSTRATION WONWOO. HOW DO YOU EXPECT SOMEONE TO EAT IN HER STATE.” Dokyeom covered his hand over his mouth as he mumbled the rest. As the doors clicked closed, the room fell into an awkward silence as the both of you stared at the door, trying to register what just happen. “Do you need help?” Wonwoo shyly asked after a while. “If it isn’t too much.” he sat down beside you before taking a spoonful of food and blew onto it, bringing it to your mouth. You took a bite, but even with how soft the food was, you still have treat eating it, as your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes closed from how painful it was to gulp it down. “Are you okay?” “It’s really good. It’s just a little hard for me to eat.” you confessed as his face saddened. “Sorry you had to go through this.” He apologized before feeding you another spoon but you weakly pushed his hand away. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I didn’t hear when the staff told me about the problem on the stage.”

“You should’ve asked!” You felt that his tone was sharp at you, making you feel frustrated and annoyed. “Look Wonwoo, I’ve tried asking the staff but every time they’re about to answer, something and someone comes in and then they give me the damn same answer of ‘just a problem on the side of the stage.’” “It wouldn’t harm to ask again.” Your bottled up emotions were about to explode. “Does it look like I want this to happen Wonwoo? The only thing on my mind when I fell was that I must get back on that stage and finish it with my members no matter what. You just don’t understand me. You never do.” You spatted out as Wonwoo sat there looking at you with an alarmed look. “Y/N calm down-” “Maybe if you were in my shoes, with fractures, bruising, and aching everywhere and the fact that I’m completely useless for the next couple of months, then maybe you’ll understand. So please, don’t tell me to calm down.” Tears started flowing down your face as Wonwoo’s jaw dropped, seeing your state. His heart was torn into pieces, as he didn’t mean to make you feel this way at all. He only wanted to comfort you and tried to take away the stress from you. You laid back onto the bed, turning away from him as you sniffled. “Sorry, but I think I need some time alone.” You said between your hiccups as Wonwoo stared at your back feeling completely defeated in himself. He got up, closed the container and left it on the table before walking towards the door, before giving you one last look, feeling his heart ache as he opened the door and left.

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btschooseafic · 4 years ago

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Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: There’s no shortage of hard work as they get closer to their debut, with a album photo jacket shoot and a music video shoot.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. (tw: small diet mention) [masterlist]

Track 21: Hard work / Part 1 / Part 2

After the Storm-Kali Uchis ft. Tyler The Creator & Bootsy Collins

“The sun’ll come out, nothing good ever comes easy

I know times are rough, but winners don’t quit”

April 26th 2013

There was a knock on her office door. Aviva squinted at it. Usually the boys and Soonyoung just rushed in like the owned the place. The only people who tended to knock were her sunbaenims, none of whom she wanted to deal with at the moment. Maybe if she didn’t answer they would go away? The knocking grew more persistent.

She sighed and got up to answer the door.

She and Jin stared at each other for a moment.

“I’ve come for a meeting of the moms,” he said.

“…What?”

“A meeting of the moms,” he repeated. “Also, I brought lunch.” He held up a heavy looking plastic bag.

“…I’m interested.” She motioned him inside.

They sat down on her couch, slurping up soup.

“So,” Jin said, finishing his soup and putting the empty container down on the floor. “I’m worried about our children. Jungkookie has caught another cold. He’s been struggling with his vocals. And he was already worried about being behind in dance because of that knee injury last month.”

Her brow furrowed. “He didn’t mention any of that me.”

“He didn’t want to worry you, since you’ve been so busy recently.”

“I’m never too busy to help you guys,” she said.

He smiled sadly.

“You should be, sometimes,” he said. “Sometimes you have to take care of yourself before you take care of others, you know. Have you been sleeping at all? You’ve been drinking nearly as much coffee as Yoongi-yah, and that scares me.”

“He hasn’t been sleeping,” Aviva thought. “I mean, even more than usual.”

Jin grimaced. “Most of us haven’t been. He and Namjoon-ah are producing every hour of the day. Hoseok-ah spends his time split between helping them and dancing. I know you’ve been bringing him and Jiminie healthy snacks. Do you really have time for that with all the meetings you’ve been having lately?”

“Tae said they haven’t really been eating because they’re worried about looking good for the photoshoot tomorrow,” she said quietly. “I don’t want to push them, but if there’s anything I can do to help…”

“You can lean on me a little,” he told her. “Let’s switch off. I can make snacks on some days, you can make snacks on the other days.” He tapped his chin. “Ah, and Jiminie is worried he’s breaking out again, so I asked my dermatologist and she said leafy greens, berries, and sweet potato are good foods to incorporate into a clear skin promoting diet.” Aviva reached over and squeezed his hand.

“Let’s cook together.”

He blinked at her. “Sweet potatoes?”

She laughed. “If you want to, but I meant dinner. We’re free tomorrow night. It could be a bit of a celebration for all your hard work, and a break from all the craziness.”

“Our hard work,” he corrected her. “But, yeah, that sounds nice. You—“ He tapped her on the nose, laughing as it crinkled. “—In particular, could use a break—you didn’t even come to Lotte World with us last month!”

She shrugged. “I’m glad you guys had a day off, but I don’t like rollercoasters.”

“Neither does Jiminie, but he still came with us,” Jin pointed out.

“And he was horrified, by the sounds of it,” Aviva countered.

Jin nodded. “And it was hilarious.”

She whacked him on the arm. He laughed.

Album Photo Jacket Shoot, 2 Cool 4 Skool-April 27th 2013

Aviva didn’t envy the boys, waking up early to get dressed multiple times to hold poses under bright flashing lights.

She did her best to work hard too, walking around with her camera, hoping to get some fun clips for a behind the scenes video. She held back a laugh as she filmed Yoongi, Jungkook, and Jimin all pronounce their image in the group shot the best.

“Suga-ssi is the most handsome,” Yoongi insisted. Aviva couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. Yoongi grinned at her.

“Well, who do you think looks the best, manager-noona?” Jimin wondered, pouting at her.

“You all look good,” she said. They gave her disbelievingly looks.

“Don’t be diplomatic, tell us the truth!” Jimin said.

“No, really,” she said. “You all have something good about you. Jungkookie does this cool thing with his eyes when he gets serious…” Jungkook blushed slightly, smiling. “Jiminie, you somehow manage to perfectly blend ‘cute’ and ‘sexy’.” Jimin held his hands over his face, squeaking. “And Yoongi-yah… when you smile, I can’t help but smile too.”

“…You’re too fucking cheesy,” Yoongi muttered, also blushing.

“So I’ve been told…” She sighed, glancing at her camera. “I’m definitely going to have to cut that last thirty seconds out.”

“What? Why?” Jimin uncovered his face. “I want all of our fans to hear you call me ‘cute’ and ‘sexy.’”

“Not going to happen,” she told him. “Where’s Tae? I haven’t got a shot of him yet.”

“I think he was getting his hair done,” Jimin told her.

Aviva got a shot of Hoseok laughing at Tae, who had somehow fallen asleep while he was getting his hair done. Hoseok then tried on his spiky mask for her, forcing her to hold back her laughter again.

Later, she asked Jin and Taehyung who they thought looked the best in the group shot, thinking it’d make a good follow up to the earlier clip she had filmed.

“Hmm. Either Jiminie or Suga,” Jin said thoughtfully.

“I thought Hoseok-hyung was the coolest,” Tae said, smiling.

That night, Aviva and Jin cooked up a storm.

It took some convincing, but between the smell of the food, and Aviva reluctantly agreeing to watch Taehyung’s favorite horror flick, they all ended up on the couch, eating and watching.

Jimin and Hoseok were latched onto each other, jumping and screeching at every little thing. Taehyung and Jungkook teased them relentlessly. Namjoon and Yoongi snickered.

“It’s not just us!” Jimin huffed, crossing his arms. “Jin-hyung and Avi-noona are jumpy too!”

“Avi-yah is worse!” Jin said. “She’s shaking!”

“It is scary,” she admitted. “But also, I’m cold…”

“Here.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his side. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Jimin snickered. “So cool and sexy.” He wrapped his arm around Hoseok’s shoulders, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ll keep you warm~”

Everyone laughed except for Jin.

“Somebody get her a blanket or something,” he said.

“Um…” Namjoon glanced around and then pulled up a black Obey hoodie from the back of the couch. Taehyung leaned over and sniffed it. Namjoon shot him an odd look.

“It’s clean,” Taehyung announced, giving him a thumb’s up. Namjoon shook his head, smiling as he tossed the hoodie at Aviva, hitting her in the face. He winced.

“Sorry, Viva.”

“It’s okay.” She pulled it over her head.

“Hmm, you always look cute in my clothes,” Hoseok said appreciatively. Yoongi frowned.

“But that’s my hoodie.”

“Isn’t it mine?” Jungkook thought. The three of them looked at each other in confusion.

May 16th 2013

Aviva was working on editing promotional material in her office when Jimin suddenly came bursting in, dragging Hoseok with him.

“Hobi-hyung hurt his knee!” Jimin said, plopping Hoseok down on her couch.

“Again?” Aviva said, her brow furrowing.

“It’s the other knee,” Jimin told her. “Last week it was the left, this week it’s the right.”

“I’m fine,” Hoseok said, smiling easily at them.

“Let me see.” She came over and kneeled down in front of him, studying his bloodied knee. “Hmmm. Doesn’t seem too bad… let me just disinfect it and get you a Band-Aid. You want a Pokemon one?”

“Yes!”

After she cleaned up his wound and applied the bandage, she noticed him looking expectantly at her. “What?”

“Aren’t you going to kiss it better?” He blinked innocently at her. She rolled her eyes.

“That’s not very sanitary, Hobi.” Nevertheless, she pecked him on the forehead as she stood up. Jimin pouted.

“What about me?” He asked.

“Are you hurt too?” Aviva wondered. “I hope not.”

“I’m not…” Jimin sighed.

“Well, we’d better get back to practice,” Hoseok thought, standing up, and squeezing Aviva’s shoulder before heading for the door. He glanced back at Jimin. “Are you coming?”

“Ah… go on without me, I just want to talk to manager-noona for a minute.”

“…Okay,” Hoseok said, shooting Jimin a suspicious look as he left.

“What’s up, Jiminie?” Aviva said, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to her.

He chewed at his lip. “It’s Tae. Are we gonna announce him soon? You should’ve seen how sad he was earlier when we filmed the group vlog without him… He was just standing in the corner, just out of the shot…” He sighed.

“I think they’ll let us announce him by June at the earliest,” Aviva told him apologetically.

“Okay.” Jimin grimaced and stood up. “Oh! There was one other thing.”

“Yeah?”

“When we were reading the posts about our MV shoot coming up, one fan said she would make us lunchboxes.”

“I saw that in your vlog. It’s sweet… but also kind of a security risk,” Aviva thought.

Jimin nodded.

“I thought you’d say that. So… you think you could make lunchboxes for us instead?”

Aviva smiled. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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resident-of-storybrooke · 5 years ago

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Under the Mistletoe

Rated: We’ll go with M for language

9.6k words...apparently I was making up for lost time this year lol

Read: AO3 or fanfic or wattpad

Summary: Killian is Emma’s favorite barista. Emma is Killian’s favorite customer. But what if Killian wants more and Emma needs a date to take home for the holidays? Will they get burnt, or will they be brewing in love?

AN: I am excited to finally share, @nevertothethird, tis I your Secret Santa!!! It has been an absolute joy getting to talk to you these last few weeks. I hope you have an epic road trip, and I hope that you enjoy your gift. This the first proper thing I’ve written all year and boy does it feel good to write again. Thank you @cssecretsanta2k19 for putting this all together, blessed to be a part of the event for the third year now. And MASSIVE thank you to @kymbersmith-90 for beta-ing the hell out of this bad boy for me, couldn’t have done this without you, my friend!

tagging some of the fam squad (I don’t have a tag list, please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed): @kymbersmith-90 @let-it-raines @artistic-writer @hollyethecurious @hookedonapirate @carpedzem @nowforruin @kmomof4 @wellhellotragic @thesschesthair @doodlelolly0910 @welllpthisishappening @flslp87

Please enjoy and ALL THE LOVE!!!

Killian would rip the bloody chimes down if he knew that Belle wouldn't be pissed about it. Every time someone comes in or out of the coffee shop, the light tinkling sounds acts as a reminder. A reminder that he lost Liam eleven years ago. A reminder that he fled England the year after spiraling without his brother. He doesn't hate his job; honestly, it's not a bad gig; he’s thankful that Belle took pity on a fellow expat and gave him the opportunity. It just that sometimes listening to peoples' ridiculous coffee orders annoys him - hence why he spends most of his time in the back baking. Well, that was until she walked in a few weeks ago.

He didn't know much, only that her name was Emma and she liked to order the same drink every time, never once considering anything else. Sometimes she splurged on a baked good that always seemed to align with the days that Killian had spent baking. He always took pride in his work, but ever since Emma walked in, he had upped his game.

Killian didn't believe in love at first sight, but there was something there he couldn't deny it. She was a ray of sunshine in his otherwise dull rainy days. The first time Emma had stopped in all those months ago, Killian swore his heart had skipped a beat. That Tuesday had felt like any other day, until she’d stepped through the door. The shop wasn’t overly crowded or loud that day, but there seemed to be this peace she brought into the room with her. Killian might have been too distracted by his haze of admiration to actually listen to her order. It wasn't until he’d heard her laugh that he realized she was laughing at him.

"Uh...um, wow...yeah, sorry, love. What can I get for you?"

She stepped closer to the counter, acting like he couldn't hear her giving him an out. "Can I have a large hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon on top, please?"

"Cinnamon? Really?" Killian usually didn't care much to interact with his customers. Still, he knew this was a fleeting moment and he was going to do everything in his power to enjoy every second of it.

"Yeah, it adds a nice little kick.."

"Ah, well, perhaps I'll have to give it a try myself, love." Killian knew he could be charming, but he also knew he laying it on a little thick at that moment. However, that didn't seem to bother Emma as her cheeks soon had the loveliest shade of blush gracing them.

"Name?"

"If I tell you mine, you have to tell me yours. Deal?"

Killian couldn't help the grin that overtook his face. "Aye, we have an accord."

"Emma. My name is Emma."

"Emma...beautiful." Then he heard her laugh again and realized like a git he’d said her name aloud. "Uh, sorry about that. I didn't mean -"

"No worries…"

It took him a moment to remember side of the deal. "Killian, the name is Killian Jones." He reached out his hand, and thankfully Emma gave him hers, but instead of shaking it like a normal man would have, Killian brought her hand to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

They only interacted briefly. Killian made sure to take her order and that he was the one to serve her as well. He didn't normally do that for anyone else. The moment Belle caught on, she teased him relentlessly; however, she never got in the way of Killian's fleeting moments with Emma. Belle was a good boss and an event better friend for that.

He wished that one day he would grow a pair and actually talk to Emma, beyond taking her order, maybe one day. And perhaps that day was coming soon....

Emma entered with a huff and went right to her seat. Somehow, it was always empty whenever she came in. Killian grabbed her usual and a chocolate cinnamon cookie because she seemed to need something sweet. But as he walked over, he realized she was on the phone.

"Yeah...no...of course...I'll be home. Yeah yeah yeah, I know, Ruth. I'll make sure to bring him too. I know you're excited to meet him. He's excited to meet you all."

Killian felt his heart fall. She was with another man. The fantasy of a future with Emma finally came crashing down. He almost dropped the cup of hot chocolate and ran off, but managed to hold himself together long enough to set it down on her table. Right before he could make an escape for the backroom, Emma grabbed his arm.

"Killian, here, let me pay you for this." As she reached into her purse, Killian tried to ignore the spark that ignited inside of him at the feel of her hand on his arm.

"It's on the house, love." She looked up, thankful, to say the least.

"But Killian, are you sure?"

"Aye, you're here enough; you've earned a free treat. Besides, it sounds like you have a lot going on. It’s the least I could do."

Emma's face fell in confusion and then she seemed to realize what he meant. "Oh, the phone call? Yeah, my mom is expecting me to bring my boyfriend home."

Killian tried not to let that crush him; obviously, she was distressed and needed to share her burdens with someone. He just didn't understand why it needed to be him. "What seems to be the problem? Does he not want to meet your family?”

"Ha, God, I wish. No, um, you see I - oh God, it's gonna sound so stupid - I lied about having a boyfriend." Killian stood there in shock. "Ruth, my mother, is great and everything, but she’s been begging me to bring home a guy for a while now. I skipped out on Thanksgiving for a case, in favor of going home. And instead of telling her that, I may have lied and said I was staying here with my boyfriend."

"The boyfriend that doesn't exist, right?"

"Yeah, way to keep up there, Jones. So...I don't have a boyfriend and apparently, Ruth is organizing some massive holiday party where I am expected to make a debut with him. And I'm slowly realizing that this was probably the stupidest thing I could have ever come up with. I mean, I'm a grown woman. I should've just told her the truth. And now I have to go back home - without a boyfriend - and deal with -"

"I can go."

"What did you just say?

Killian realized that his brain must no longer be connected to his mouth, because only an idiot would have said he would go. But then he saw the look on Emma’s face. There was something in her eyes - maybe it was hope - or maybe it was desperation. He hoped it was the former.

“I said,” he sat down next to her, “I would be more than willing to go home with you, Emma.” Her eyes immediately met his, and she could tell he was serious about his offer.

“Killian, that’s sweet but we barely know each other. My brother is going to be there. He’s a cop. Actually - a detective. He’s good at sniffing out the truth so he’ll through the charade the moment we step through the door.”

“I know, love. But maybe I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to learn more about you.” Emma looked away as she blushed. “I’m serious about my offer. I’d be more than happy to accompany you home and make this the best Christmas for you.”

“You’d really do that for me?”

Killian could see the tears in her eyes, barely held back. “Aye, love. I think you’ll find I’d do anything to make you smile.” He brought his thumb to her cheek and gently wiped the stray droplets away. “So, just who are you, Emma?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she said, chuckling as she tried to defuse the tension.

“Perhaps I would, love.”

Emma gave him a disarming smile - and that was when Killian knew he was in trouble.

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Killian had two weeks to learn everything possible about Emma Swan. The first thing he learned was that her last name was Swan, and he found that it fit her well. He’d also learned that she was a bail bonds person, she liked dogs and cats (but dogs more) and she looked up to David (her brother) more than anyone else. Killian had shared that he had been in the Royal Navy with his brother; and that he missed home (but he preferred the weather here in Boston). And, of course, that he enjoyed a glass of rum every now and then.

The drive from Boston to Storybrooke, Maine wasn’t long per se, but nonetheless, Emma was a bit on edge. Killian tried his best to keep her calm during the six-hour car ride. Seeing Emma at ease, without a care in the world, was sublime. He could tell it was something she rarely got to experience, and now it was his mission in life to give her the moments more often.

After their rousing version of carpool karaoke that would put James Cordon to shame, they decided to finalize their cover story once more.

“We met at a Fourth of July party where-”

“Where you just found me too irresistible and-”

“You wish.”

Killian took his eyes off the road for a moment to gaze upon Emma. “Aye, love,” he agreed, and added a wink for good measure.

Emma rolled her eyes and continued their fib of a love story. “You just happened to work at the local coffee shop around the corner from my place...”

“And eventually you realized I’m a dashing rapscallion that you couldn’t live without.” Emma gave another of her non-infamous eye rolls and Killian added, “Scoundrel?” He could see Emma tense up suddenly, and Killian realized that perhaps he had made her uncomfortable. “Love, I’m sorry if I crossed a line. I was merely jesting.”

He peeked over to see she was looking out the window, lost in thought. Four songs, not that Killian counted, played before she spoke. “It’s not that, Killian. It’s just...do you think we can do this? We have to make my family believe that we’re halfway in love with one another for the next week. Are you really ready to commit to that?”

Little did she know, Killian thought, he was more than halfway in love - if not already there himself. But he still took a moment to consider the consequences of their silly little plot, and how they would be greater for Emma than for himself. He pulled off to the side of the road and said, “Emma, I swear to you I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I didn’t believe in us. I promise I will do everything in my power to make you feel comfortable these next few days, and to be the best date you could ever bring home.”

Killian held his breath as Emma stared at him. He could see the caution in her eyes, the weariness of the whole nefarious scheme. But then he saw it. There was hope in her eyes. Maybe it was reflected from his, but he swore at this moment, Emma believed they could do this.

She didn’t say a word, merely nodded her head, and Killian got the car back onto the road. The rest of the drive went without a hitch. In fact, they were a little ahead of schedule when they arrived in Storybrooke.

“Would you, um...like to see where I grew up?” Emma said, a bit unsure of how to act now that they had arrived.

“I would be honored to learn more about your beginnings, love.” Emma gave him the same tentative smile from earlier and directed him around the small town.

Killian felt an odd sense of familiarity, as they explored the town. Storybrooke reminded him of the village he grew up in back in England. As they drove around, Emma pointed out some of her favorite places. The first being Granny’s, a diner that apparently had the best grilled cheese and onion rings Emma had ever tasted. She also showed him the sheriff’s station, where she may or may not have spent some “time” after being caught with a boy underneath the bleachers in the wee hours of the night. Emma shared the story of how Ruth had let her off easy after being left in the cell for ten minutes. Emma had been worried Ruth would kick her out, but apparently, she had just laughed, and suggested Emma find a different venue - and better yet, a different boy. Killian chuckled at that. He already owed a debt to Ruth for finding his Swan and giving her a home, but he could see this woman had changed Emma’s life in many different ways, and for that, he could never repay her.

As their little tour came to an end, Killian pulled up to Ruth’s house, and Emma began to fidget in her seat once more. “Swan, it’ll be okay,” he promised. She simply stared at the house in silence. “Emma, I promise it’ll be the best week of your life. I’ll do everything in my power to make it so.”

Just as Killian made a move to unbuckle his seatbelt, Emma leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. Both instantly turned red at the display of affection, and Killian realized they needed to get this out of their system if they were going to convince everyone they’d been dating for months.

After climbing out of the car, Killian moved confidently around the trunk to grab their suitcases. When Emma began to protest, Killian told her it was what a good boyfriend would do before he shot her a cheeky wink and then headed for the door.

They didn’t get the chance to ring the doorbell. Ruth had already opened the door and pulled Emma in for a hug when Killian made it to the doorstep. He took a moment to enjoy seeing Emma with someone who cared so deeply for her, and whom she cared for as well.

“Ah, well, don’t you think you should introduce me to your man here, Beans?”

Killian swore he heard Emma grumble at the embarrassing nickname, and he very much looked forward to hearing the story behind it. “Ruth, this is Killian Jones. Killian, this is my mother, Ruth.” As Killian reached his hand out, Ruth completely bypassed it and went right for a hug. Killian had lost his mother when he was a lad, so the maternal display of affection was unfamiliar but not unwanted.

“M’lady, it is a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said as he reached for her hand once more and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

“Oh, now I see why Emma’s been hiding you away. You are far too charming for your own good.”

Killian was unsure if the woman meant it as a jest or was somehow already seeing through their facade. He stood there with a nervous smile.

“Speaking of charming, where’s David and Mary Margaret?” Killian was thankful for Emma’s quick thinking. He needed to chill out if they were ever going to make this work.

“Oh, they’re already inside. Come on in, you two!”

As Killian stepped inside the old Victorian home, he couldn’t help but feel that this was a loving home full of special memories. When he made his way out of the foyer, he saw the wall - practically a shrine - full of photographs of Emma and David. The pictures of Emma only started in her teens after Ruth adopted her, but there were just as many of her as there were of David.

Killian only got to enjoy those for a moment, as Emma tugged on his arm to continue into the living room. Inside there was there he saw a man around his height with sandy brown hair and to his left, a much smaller woman with a pixie haircut dancing around. Killian recognized David instantly from the pictures in the hallway, and he knew that the woman dancing was Mary Margaret - David’s very pregnant wife. The two seemed to be lost in their own world as he entered the room, but the moment. As soon as Mary Margaret caught a glimpse of them, she ran over to Emma, nearly tackling her with the force of her hug.

“Oh, jeez, M’s! I didn’t know that baby bump was part bulldozer! A little warning next time.”

Mary Margaret laughed at Emma’s comment. “Well, you see Emma, it has many perks. The best being a table for when I’m sitting.”

The two women started to gab about the pregnancy and life in Storybrooke, which left Killian awkwardly standing there. Ruth handed him a drink, which he believed it was eggnog (he’d never had it before). While he sipped his drink, Killian stood there watching Emma enjoy reuniting with her family. Though he had always been able to tell that she had a kind heart, Emma definitely kept it hidden from most of the world. Killian relished the thought of being the one to put her heart out there, and hoped that she wouldn’t feel the need to hide from him.

He was interrupted from his musings when David stood from his seat to approach the newcomer.

“David Nolan, Emma’s big brother. It’s nice to meet you.”

Killian reached his hand out. “Killian Jones. It’s nice to meet you as well, mate.”

“So, Killian, how long have you been with my sister?”

Killian tried to keep his composure, as this was the first real test to see if he and Emma could make it through the week without an incident.

“Well, you know your sister, mate. It can take her a minute to trust someone. I recently moved to the area-”

“From England?”

“Ah, though the accent may say otherwise, I have lived in the States for nearly a decade now. But I’ve, I just moved to Boston to work at my friend’s coffee shop. I’m the baker. Emma’s actually frequent flyer there, and we just started chatting a bit. She was kind enough to show me around the city, and I help her with her perps sometimes. Realized we were practically dating-”

“And I realized that I’d found a good one, and I should hold onto him for a bit. Maybe, haha.” Emma had come from nowhere and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, Killian wished this was more than pretend, that Emma wanted to be with him and wasn’t just doing this for show. However, he knew he needed to get it together if they were ever going to make it through this week, and have some form of friendship after it was over.

As if on instinct, Killian leaned down slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. He heard Emma’s breath hitch and tried not to take it personally.

The answer seemed to appease David enough for the moment.

“Oh, I forgot to show you to your room! Sorry about that, Killian. Follow me and we can get your things up to Emma’s old room.” Ruth seemed excited to show Killian the rest of the home.

“Oh, I can show him the room, Ruth. There’s no need for you to go up there for that!”

Emma grabbed his arm and practically dragged Killian, up the stairs to the bedroom. That’s when he realized why she was so insistent on showing him his room alone. It was their room. They would be forced to share Emma’s childhood bed for the week.

“Swan, I can take-”

“I’ll take the floor.”

“Love, it’s more than fine. What kind of gentleman would I be if I made you sleep on the floor? That’s not an option.”

“Killian, you’re already doing all of this. The least I could do is sleep on the ground.”

Before Emma could get another word out, David barged into the room, almost as if he anticipated interrupting something. “What do you want, David?”

“Mom just wanted me to grab you, dinner is ready,” he was silent for a beat before he turned his attention towards an extremely nervous Killian. “I’m watching you, Jones,” was all he said, before he left the room.

“Sorry about that. They really don’t believe in personal space in this house.”

“Ah, which is why, and only why, I suggest we may have to share the bed.” Emma immediately opened her mouth to argue with him when Killian stopped her. “Love, you just said they don’t respect boundaries, even in the bedroom. What are they to believe when they see you in the bed and me on the floor? That’s only going to lead to more lies and headaches. I promise, Swan, I’ll completely respect your boundaries if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“It’s not that, it’s just...I don’t trust myself…”

“Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”

“Actually, yes.”

Killian looked at Emma, as she stood on the opposite side of the bed. The distance felt much further. He could tell that she had instantly regretted saying that, but he wouldn’t let her for another moment.

“Emma, I won’t deny my nerves as well, but I believe that we can both be adults here. As I said, I would never put you in a situation that made you feel anything less than comfortable. If you’re truly unsure, I’m willing to sleep on the floor and set an alarm to get into bed just in case they barge in.”

“No, no, that’s silly. Like you said, we’re both adults. We can share. Now come on, it’s time for dinner.”

“As you wish.”

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The rest of the first night continued without a hitch, most of the attention on Mary Margaret given that she was nearly the end of her pregnancy, as the baby was due in February. David remained silent throughout most of the dinner, continuously eyeing Killian, but he tried to ignore the other man’s suspicion.

The first night in bed, however, was anything but comfortable. Both tried to act as though the other was not there and continue with their normal bedtime rituals. But the silence was unnerving, and neither of them knew how to relieve the tension. Killian didn’t help when he removed his Henley, and Emma saw him shirtless for the first time. He hadn’t thought that through because when he turned around to face her, Emma couldn’t hide her gaping mouth and wide eyes. He wouldn’t lie, it felt good to have an affect on her. Killian knew he was a handsome man, but he hadn’t been concerned about female attention in a long time now - not until Emma had walked into his life. He saw the blush rise in her cheeks and though he wished he could see how far that blush went, he decided it was probably best that he put a shirt on.

Emma was the first to break the silence. “Um, what side of the bed would you like?”

“Whichever side you do not prefer, love. I have no qualms, either way, I assure you.”

“Do you always talk like that?”

“Like what, Swan?”

“Like you’re much older than you actually are. Like you’ve just stepped out of some Jane Austen novel?” Emma finally made her way into the bed, and Killian slide in next to her.

“I’ve talked this way since I was a wee lad. I guess it stuck with me. Does it make you uncomfortable? Would you rather me say ‘Psh, you can pick whatever side you want, boo?’”

Emma lost it at his horrible American accent and rolled over to laugh in his face - but froze when she saw how close they were. “No, um, no, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. It’s just...I...I’ve never met anyone like you, Killian Jones.”

Emma locked eyes with him, and he saw it again, that hope was back from earlier in the day. “Aye, love, I’m one of a kind.” Killian could still sense her nerves so he suggested, “Perhaps we should get some shut-eye? I think I heard that we’re going Christmas tree shopping in the morning. David said he was going to put my muscles to the test, whatever that means.”

“Oh, he’s gonna see if you can carry the tree by yourself - which you won’t be able to. And neither can he. I’m sorry he’s coming off like such a-”

“Like a big brother? It’s nothing to fret over love; my brother was the same way.”

“Wait, you have a brother?”

Killian cursed himself for letting that slip out. “I had a brother. Liam, he passed away about a decade ago.”

Emma fell silent for a moment before she said, “You told David you moved here ten years ago.”

It wasn’t a question, but Killian knew what she meant, “Aye. I left England after his death. I couldn’t be there anymore. He was the only family I had left, and it was just too much being there without him. I made my escape and never looked back.”

“Do you miss it?”

Killian took a deep breath in, “I miss him. I miss the trouble we got into as lads and the pub that was on the corner of our street,” that got a laugh from Emma. But I do not wish to move back. I’ve found a home here, and some people I truly care for.”

“I’m sorry about Liam. if you ever want to talk about him, I hope you know I’m here for you.”

“Thank you, Emma. I appreciate that greatly, perhaps one day I’ll share a tale or two with you.”

“I look forward to it. Sleep well, Killian.”

“You as well, love.”

He’d never meant to share that part of his life with Emma. Not right now. However, he couldn’t help but feel relieved that she’d welcomed him to share his stories. It was almost like she genuinely cared for him. So, Killian fell asleep with a smile on his face and a heart full of hope that perhaps this wasn’t going to be a big mistake.

The mistake, in this case, happened when Killian woke up. Emma was using him as a pillow and their legs were intertwined. He finally had her in his arms and Killian relished that moment. She looked so at ease and comfortable, almost like she was meant to be there and he was meant to hold her.

Then she awoke.

Emma’s peaceful smile quickly fled, and panic took over her, the blush rising once more, as she stuttered an apology.

“I assure you love, I have no issues with being a body pillow. Perhaps though, I should wear a shirt where your drool-”

“I do not drool!”

“The stain on my shirt proves otherwise, my dear.”

“Well, I...uh...shit, sorry I’ll just go get ready.”

Killian quickly reached for her hand to diffuse any concerns she had. “I promise, love, it’s not anything to fuse over. I was merely making a joke.” He held onto her hand as she nodded, and then bent forward to place a gentle kiss on her hand, just as he’d done the first time they met. Emma, still in some form of shock or panic, freed her hand and then hurried from the room to get ready for the day.

Killian fell back onto the bed moaning, thankful she’d missed the part of his body that also seemed to enjoy her close proximity. He needed to take care of that at some point, but perhaps not in her childhood bed. Killian decided to make his way downstairs, and he would bring Emma some hot chocolate as a peace offering. Peace from what, though? From him? He continued to war with himself until he heard a voice.

“What do we know about him? I mean really, she didn’t tell you his name until a week ago!”

“David, that’s enough! He seems to be a charming young man who cares about your sister.”

“So did the last one, and look how that ended! I don’t trust him. Something’s going on between the two of them and I don’t like it.”

“Exactly, David, something is going on between them and it’s something serious. I know she’s your sister but she’s also a grown woman. She can make her own choices and Killian seems to be a good one. Did you see how he was looking at her? It’s the same way you look at me, David. He loves your sister that much is obvious. And I don’t think it’s one-sided.”

“What do you mean, Mary Margaret? You think she, that she…”

“You can say it, David. I think your sister loves Killian - if not yet, then she’s getting there. I’ve known her for a long time, and I’ve never seen her like this. Not with Walsh, August, or even Neal.”

Killian was torn on what to do at that moment. Obviously, this was a conversation not intended for his ears. He couldn’t help but wonder what Mary Margaret was hinting on about with Emma’s ex-lovers, but now was not the time for him to ask.

A lull in their conversation finally gave him the proper time to make his presence known.

“Good morning everyone.” Killian tried to act normally and not as if that conversation was going to replay in his mind for the remainder of the day.

“Oh, good morning, Killian. How did you sleep?”

“Like a rock, love. And you? I hope the babe is letting you get some rest before he makes their grand entrance.”

“Ah, he was kicking up a storm last night so not too much sleep. Would you like some coffee?”

“Actually, I was coming down to make Emma some hot chocolate. Do you happen to have some chocolate in the house?”

“Are you going to make it from scratch?”

“Aye, I never give her the premade stuff. I know better than to get in the way of Emma and her sweets.”

“Smart man,” David said, finally acknowledging Killian’s presence. Mary Margaret grabbed everything he would need without question, Killian went to work quickly on the hot chocolate. He made sure to add her cinnamon on top, and everyone in the room seemed impressed that he’d remembered it.

Just as he was finishing, Emma came into the kitchen and went right for the cup without a second thought, she pushed herself onto her toes and kissed Killian on the cheek. The group made breakfast together, except for Emma who was a well-known disaster in the kitchen. Killian enjoyed his time with Mary Margaret and Ruth. He’d always had a knack for cooking and baking, so Killian felt at ease for the first time all day.

As they finished their meal and put away the leftovers, David and Emma started prepping the living room for the tree. They bickered back and forth on what size they wanted versus what would work in the room.

“Yes, they’ve always been like this.” Ruth said as she came from upstairs.

Killian was caught off guard by the comment, “Seems as though they love each other, regardless of their differences opinions on Christmas trees.”

“This is nothing. You should’ve seen them when they were younger, lord, there were days that I questioned if I could handle two teens.”

“Though my opinion may not mean much on the matter, you obviously did an amazing job with the two of them. I know I’m biased when it comes to Emma, and I don’t know David well, but they both seem lucky to have had a mother such as yourself.”

“Thank you for saying that, Killian. Will I get a chance to meet your parents soon. They must be proud of having such a wonderful young man for a son.”

Emma and her family really had a knack for hitting on sensitive subjects, it seemed. “Unfortunately, my mother passed when I was eight and my father became overwhelmed by everything. He left my brother and me one night. Luckily, my brother was eighteen at the time and was able to gain custody of me. We lived together for about a decade until a drunk driver took his life.”

Ruth didn’t say anything and although Emma was not hers biologically, he could see the same look upon her face as when Killian had told Emma his story. “Well, please know you are always welcome to join our family. I’m happy that Emma’s found you. I think you’ll both be good for each other.”

“Aye,” Killian was overwhelmed by the woman’s kindness. “she’s the best thing I have in my life, if I’m honest.”

Thankfully, Emma came over and seemed to sense the tension, as when Killian reached his arm out for her, she instinctively curled into his side. Ruth smiled at the couple, truly delighted that her Emma found someone as wonderful as Killian.

Everyone gathered their coats and gloves and made their way to the van to head for the Christmas tree farm. David and Emma continued their conversation on which tree was the best and what size they were looking for. Killian enjoyed witnessing the small family moments and desperately wished he could have done the same with his mother and Liam.

When they arrived at the farm and had climbed out the van Emma reached for Killian’s hand. Even through the gloves he could still feel that spark. “Everything okay?” Emma asked.

“Aye, love. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“It’s just, you’ve been really quiet since we left the house. Is it because of what happened this morning, cause-”

“Oh, no, love, it’s nothing like that. It’s just, I mean, I told you a bit about my past. But I’ve just never had a real Christmas tree before. It wasn’t something Liam and I felt was important when we lived together. And seeing you with your brother, arguing over which one to get, reminds me of what I’ve been missing out on for some time now.”

“Well, for this week, you’re a part of this family. So you can argue about the tree if you want.”

“Funny, your mother said the same thing.”

Emma pulled away for a moment. “My mother said what to you?”

“That I was a part of the family, or I could be, if I wanted to.”

“Do you?”

Killian paused for a moment, not because he needed to give it any thought but because he knew his answer could make Emma run. “Aye, love, I would be honored to be a part of anything with you.” He looked down at her and saw a single tear running down her face. When he reached out to wipe it away Emma grabbed onto his hand. He didn’t know why, but he had the urge to kiss her at that moment, and she didn’t look too opposed to the idea when he saw her eyes linger over his lips. Just as he started to move towards her, they were interrupted.

“You guys, you better hurry otherwise David will - oops sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin the moment. Maybe I can come back after you’ve had your...uh...moment?”

Killian sighed in defeat, “Perhaps we should get a move on, Swan? Don’t wanna hear you complaining about the tree not being perfect when we get back home.” Emma laughed and lightly shoved his chest.

The hunt for ‘The Great Christmas Tree of 2019’ was on, and Killian did everything in his power to ensure David wouldn’t hate him by the end of the day.

The two men bickered often, but it reminded him of the way he and Liam used to act. As the day went on, David eased up on him, and even offered to help carry the tree the van instead of making Killian hike it back himself.

It was when they’d finally gotten the tree home and started work on decorating it that Killian began to feel like this was where he was meant to be. That him offering to be Emma’s fake date was not a horrible idea but, in fact, the start of something great for them both.

Ruth announced that she was calling it an early night, and the couples decided to have a little movie marathon. David and Mary Margaret claimed the sofa so she could spread out, which left Emma and Killian with the love seat. It sat two comfortably, but only if the two were comfortable sitting close to one another. Killian tried to keep his composure as Emma laid the blanket over both of them their legs and snuggled. He draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in a little closer - just to keep up the ruse.

Killian had no idea what movie they watched, all he was concerned with was Emma’s hand, which had been drawing nonsensical patterns on his stomach. He truly believed she had no idea what she was doing and when he looked at her, she stopped - but for a moment. When Killian kissed the crown of her head, her hand continued it’s patterns.

After the third or fourth movie, Killian realized that Emma was fast asleep at his side. David and Mary Margaret talked about putting on the next film, but Killian told them he was going to take Emma to bed. While he knew the logical idea was to wake her up, he didn’t want to disturb her peace. So, Killian carried her up the stairs and into their bedroom. When he gently placed her down on the bed, he saw her scrunch up her nose and put her hands out, as if she were looking for someone.

Killian quickly changed and go into bed. It only took a moment for Emma to curl into his side once more and when she did, Killian welcomed her into his arms.

When he woke the next morning, Killian found himself in a different position. Emma’s back was towards him and he, for all intents and purposes, was spooning her. One hand was wrapped around Emma (because apparently, he liked to cling to her possessively in his sleep) and the other was tucked under his head. It didn’t take long for Killian’s body to react to Emma’s close proximity. He tried to keep his thoughts pure; to think about literally anything else. But nothing seemed to distract him from the goddess in his arms.

Killian truly though he had slipped into some sort of alternate universe when he felt Emma move. It wasn’t to wake up; she was slowly grinding her body against his. He knew he was playing with fire, so he quickly detached himself from Emma, and decided that he would need a cold shower to try and diffuse the situation.

He tried to clear his head, but the feeling of Emma’s body against his was enough to lose his mind. Killian refused to find release in her bathroom. He wasn’t sure how much longer his body was going to handle the pent up tension. They had only arrived Saturday night, Christmas was Wednesday, and he needed to survive until after Ruth’s big Christmas party Friday evening.

When he finally regained his composure, Killian finished his shower and shut the water off. Just before he could reach for the towel, the door opened, and Killian slid the curtain back to hide from whoever had entered.

“Hello? Killian?” It was Emma, thank god, he thought.

“Aye, I was taking a shower.”

“Oh, shit, sorry! I didn’t hear the water and was confused about where you went.”

Killian poked his head out from behind the curtain. Emma was still in the bathroom, despite his current state of undress. “I just finished up, I’ll be out in a moment. I can make you some hot chocolate if you want, love?”

“I, uh...no...I’m good. I’ll, shit, I’ll just let you get dressed in peace. See you downstairs!”

Emma ran into the wall, and Killian chuckled until he realized why she was so discombobulated. He had apparently revealed more of himself than he thought, luckily his most private part was covered, but not much of anything else was.

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As the next two days went on, Killian and Emma continued to blur the lines, neither one shied away from affection in front of others, but they were also not afraid to remain close when they were alone. After the third night, Emma said she didn’t mind waking up in Killian’s arms. It wasn’t the most romantic phrasing, but Killian took it in stride. Hearing Emma admit that she was enjoying being close to him made him feel as though he wasn’t the only one who felt that connection between them.

Before they fell asleep on Christmas Eve, Killian heard Emma murmuring something to herself. He couldn’t make it out and decided it would be best not to ask her. He figured she would share whenever she was ready.

Christmas Day was overwhelming, to say the least. The house woke early, not to open gifts, but to drive to the town over and volunteer at a homeless shelter. Killian knew the family were good souls, and to see it in action reminded him that there was still goodness in the world.

After spending most of the early afternoon at the shelter, the group returned home and opened their gifts. Emma and Killian had given David and Mary Margaret some items off their baby registry that they hadn’t been gifted at the baby shower. Killian had gotten them an extra gift, much to Emma’s surprise, of a little pirate stuffed toy. At the looks of confusion over the small pirate, Killian explained how back home, everyone would gift a new baby a doll. He told the couple that an old wives’ tale said that the dolls were protect the child, and while people found it silly, David and Margaret seemed to appreciate the sentiment.

David and Mary Margaret had gotten Emma an Easy Bake Oven and a cookbook for dummies, everyone thought it was hysterical, even Emma. And since the couple did not know Killian well, they went off the basic knowledge that he was a baker and got him an apron that said: “This is my pretend I can bake apron.”

While everyone scattered to make cookies, Emma and Killian stayed by the tree.

“Oh, before I forget, I got you something, Killian.”

“Emma...you didn’t have to get me anything.”

She rolled her eyes at his protests, “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” She handed him the small box wrapped perfectly neat with a bow on top. Killian was surprised to find a Christmas ornament shaped like the hook Captain hook would wear inside of it. “I remember you saying how much you loved that story and that he was your favorite.” Killian looked at the hook. He was in awe of the thoughtfulness of Emma’s gift. He didn’t know when she’d had time to find such a gift; as he’d only told her that story during their car ride to Storybrooke.

Emma sat there waiting for his response, he could see her fidgeting in anticipation. Without a second thought, Killian placed the gift back in the box and leaned forward for a kiss.

It was soft and sweet. Her lips felt just as he’d always imagined they would when pressed against his own. He pulled back, much too soon in his opinion, but Killian remembered where they were and why they were there. Emma still seemed to be in shock, but it only lasted for a moment and then she was leaning back in for another kiss. This time, Killian placed his hand on the back of her head, gently holding onto her golden locks. The kiss deepened slightly and was only stopped by some obnoxious coughing obviously coming from David.

The spell was broken, but Killian swore at that moment nothing had ever felt so right. The two got up and joined the others back in the kitchen to help with the cookies.

Killian was placed in charge as he was a baker by trade. The group followed his directions but decided to make it more interesting by doing a decoration competition, where Ruth would be the judge.

In the end, everyone presented their plates to Ruth. David had attempted to create a dog, like the one that was at the shelter he worked at, but it more so looked like a blob. Mary Margaret had decorated hers to be in the shape of a onesie for a baby. Killian had to admit he was rather impressed with her natural skill. Emma merely threw on every sprinkle and candy she could get her hands on. It was a mess, and Ruth was a bit concerned about the taste, but let it slide since it was Emma. Killian’s creation was the most realistic of the bunch. He designed his cookie to look like a mug filled with hot chocolate. But the design inside of the cup is what grabbed everyone’s attention. It was a swan.

Emma recognized it instantly, Killian had made a similar creation back in Boston. She looked up at him and found that he was blushing while scratching behind his ear. It was a nervous tick Emma recognized instantly. Killian won the design off, and by doing so was able to choose their dinner, Chinese food.

For the rest of the night, Killian was surprised to find Emma nearly glued to his side, it was not unwelcomed, and Killian decided to make the most of this gift.

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As the week progressed, Killian knew that at the end of all this madness, he was going to sit Emma down and explain his intentions. He loved her. It was that simple. He wanted to live a life where Emma was not just a part of it, but the star of it all. He had grown accustomed to waking up with her hair in his mouth and his arms wrapped around her. He loved how she was so thoughtful and kind to others. He had known for a while she was someone special, but this trip put in perspective that she was the most special person in his life, and he would do anything for her to see that.

Still, Killian was nervous that she only saw him as a friend. It terrified him that at the end of this, there was a possibility she could walk away without a second thought. He tried to keep those doubts buried, as there was no need to stress over something he couldn’t control. But that was easier said than done.

Tonight, was the town’s Christmas party, although gala was perhaps the more appropriate word. Everyone was there to help set up for the event. Killian was pleased when Emma introduced him to some of her high school friends. He found her group to be a mishmash of personalities and yet, they all fit perfectly together. There was Elsa, who was probably personality-wise the closest to Emma. Jasmine, who had also transferred in late like Emma, and then there was Ruby. Ruby was loud and her mind seemed to live in the gutter. Killian knew that if given a chance, they’d probably be great friends too.

At one point, David asked for Killian’s assistance on a task that clearly needed one person. Which suggested that the other man had an ulterior motive in asking for help.

“So, Killian, I think it’s time you and I have a little talk. What exactly are your intentions with my sister?”

Killian knew it was coming, but he was still caught a bit off guard at how abrasive David was being. He thought he had grown on the man throughout the week, but David’s stance demanded an answer from him. “My intentions are to make her happy, by whatever means necessary. I don’t need to tell you that she’s been through a lot. Her trusts means the world to me. Her heart is precious, and I intend to care for it as if it were my own. Your sister is the most important person in my life, and I wish to stay around for as long as she lets me.”

David’s features were neutral throughout Killian’s little speech, and then finally, he let a small smile slip. “Welcome to the family then, Killian.”

Killian offered him a smile of his own. He was thankful that David finally seemed to trust him with his sister’s heart. The two men spent the rest of the day helping one another, laughing, and finally being at ease.

Killian was on his way to grab some chairs from the closest when he once again walked in a conversation not meant for his ears.

“Spill. Now.”

“Ruby, I don’t know what you want me to say!”

“How about the truth, Emma Marie Swan! No texts, no calls, not so much a word. And then you show up here with Killian? Emma, I know you’re reserved but you would’ve told me if you were dating someone. Shit, you’ve told me about one-nightstands before! What’s the deal with you and Killian?”

Emma sighed in defeat, “We’re not really dating. It’s all pretend.”

“Emma, are you serious?”

Killian didn’t hear her reply, he assumed she nodded her head.

“Yeah, okay? It was all for pretend. He just offered out of pity, I think. He’s my barista from back home, and he overheard me telling Ruth I was bringing a guy home. And now? Ha! Everything has gone to hell...He’s just a fake date.”

Killian had heard enough. His heart felt as though someone had reached into his chest and crushed it. He walked away, not daring to listen to any more of how she actually saw him. Just some guy. Some fake date that’s gone too far. Killian stormed out of the building and went for a walk to clear his head.

Emma watched as he left but unfortunately, Ruby still had her corned. “So?”

“So what, Rubes?”

“Are your feelings for him fake as well? Cause honey, I can tell you his most definitely are not.”

Emma knew that deep down, Killian was no longer acting. And somewhere along the line, she had stopped too. Ruby seemed to take her silence as her answer, smirking at her friend as she walked away.

“Oh, and Emma? I would tell him sooner rather than later the truth because otherwise, you’ll be under that mistletoe alone.” Ruby knew when to drop the mic and walk away, which always impressed Emma. She just never liked being on the other end of those moments.

Emma tried to find Killian, but he seemed to have disappeared from the building. When she went home to change for the party, he kept his distance and never stayed in the same room with her for more than a moment. It didn’t take her long to realize something must have been bothering him, but she chalked it up to him feeling overwhelmed with his current situation.

Ruth stayed at the venue and changed there, so the two couples decided to ride together. Mary Margaret was wearing an elegant white long dress, and David was dressed in a navy-blue suit. They looked like royalty together.

Emma had decided on a black dress that was laced with beautiful patterns and hugged every curve. Killian was in awe of her beauty but tried to hide his emotions. He had decided during his walk, that it would be best for him not to think of Emma as anything more than a friend.

“You clean up well, Mr. Jones.” Killian had trimmed his scruff and wore a black suit, coordinating perfectly with Emma.

“Thank you, Swan. You look lovely as well. Shall we go then?” No one else seemed to notice that Killian was off except for Emma. In recent days, he’d been calling her love, darling, and most recently mo ghra. Emma still hadn’t looked up what it meant, she knew his mother was from Ireland and had assumed it was an Irish term of endearment.

The entire car ride there Killian didn’t so much look at Emma. He couldn’t, he was weak and would not be able to stop himself from falling more in love with her every second that passed. He needed to be strong and realize this facade of a relationship would be over the moment they returned to Boston.

As they entered the building, Killian spotted the mistletoe that had been hung above everywhere. He knew that had not been the original plan. Damn, now he would have to avoid walking through a doorway with her.

The party continued without any incidents. Emma had asked to dance with her on a number of different occasions, but he always found an excuse to avoid it. He felt terrible. He could see she was upset by his rejection, but he figured it was for the best. They’d nearly been caught under the mistletoe four times now, and it was starting to feel like Emma was deliberately trying to catch him.

As the night wore on and couples began to take their leave, the DJ announced it was time for the last song, and invited everyone onto the dancefloor. Killian saw Emma standing off to the side. She looked deflated and he couldn’t stand seeing her that way. Without care for his heart, he stood and offered Emma his hand.

There it was again. That hope had returned to her eyes once more.

As they began to dance to an old Christmas song Killian wrapped his arms around Emma’s waist, and her own came up to settle over his shoulders so her hands could play with his hair, like she had done for most of the trip.

“Killian, I just want to thank you. If you hadn’t offered-”

“It was the right thing to do, love.”

“Why did you do it? Why did you offer to come with me?”

Killian felt his resolve breaking, he wanted so desperately to say it was because he loved her, but he bit his tongue. “All I know, Emma, was that you deserved to have a special Christmas. One filled with precious memories, not concerns regarding your dating life. And I, uh, I couldn’t imagine you going home with anyone else. The thought of that was unsettling.”

“You didn’t want me to go home with someone else?”

“Truth be told, love when I heard you on the phone and you mentioned you were with another, my heart sank. I thought I had lost my chance.”

The two of them danced in silence, as Killian prayed that he hadn’t crossed a line.

“I know you heard me make my wish, you know?”

Killian gave her an odd look, confused by what she meant.

“On Christmas Eve. I know you weren’t asleep.”

“Oh, that? I was confused by what you were saying. It’d been a long day and I thought you were mumbling something in your sleep.”

“No, um...it’s a silly thing I’ve done since I was a kid. Christmas Eve, before I fall asleep, I make a wish. The first year I did it, I wished for a home; two months later, Ruth found me. It’s silly and usually nothing happens, but-”

“It’s charming, Swan. We all could use a little hope every now and again.” The irony wasn’t lost on Killian at that moment. He hoped so desperately that Emma would see him as more than her fake date.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I wished for?”

“Isn’t that bad luck, love? I wouldn’t want your wish not coming true because of me.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” she whispered, but Killian still caught it over the music.

“What did you wish for, mo ghra?”

Emma smiled brightly. During the night, she’d looked up what that phrase meant. “Love. I wished for the man I love to love me back.”

“Emma?” Killian stopped dancing. He stood still and prayed he’d heard her correctly. “Are you...do you...please say it. Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

Emma stepped further into his space and held his gaze.

“I love you, Killian Jones.”

Killian kissed her as though his life depended on it. And at that moment, felt like it did.

“I love you, Emma Swan. More than you’ll ever know.”

The two barely made it home before they could express their love in a physical way. They didn’t tell anyone that it was fake at the beginning, until the night before their wedding. Emma finally confessed to her family when Ruby inadvertently mentioned it. David had a field day with the news, but Mary Margaret was amazed at their acting. Ruth simply told them that they had never really been faking it. They were merely hiding the truth from each other.

She wasn’t wrong.

#captain swan #cs #emma swan #killian jones #csss19 #my gift #captain swan ff #cs ff #david nolan #mary margaret blanchard #ruby #BED SHARING #FAKE DATING #until it isn't ;)

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spirytmc · 5 years ago

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A Life Alongside Taylor Swift

I watched the City of Lover concert tonight and I am feeling nostalgic.

For what feels like for as long as I can remember, Taylor and her songs have always been there for me. I got her first album as gift when I was 8 years. Now for every album release since then I have been there and loved every second of it. Even though I’m younger than Taylor, I grew up with every album as she grew up too.

I remember listening to the debut album and Fearless constantly in my room on my little pink boombox or on my tiny blue iPod nano. I remember watching astounded when she sang Should’ve Said No in the rain. I remember that terrible night when Kanye came on onstage.

When I was 12 or 13, I got to see Taylor live for the first time. I won tickets, through my dentist office of all places, to see her Speak Now tour.

We only won two tickets for the show so my mom had to get another ticket and sit away from us, but my sister and I sat together and it was one of the best nights of my life. When she came out to the second stage, I was so close to her and I was so happy.

The Red era defined the beginning of my high school experience. I remember watching the album announcement live online, so excited for new music. It propelled me into finding a passion for writing, as it was the only album I listened to while writing the first draft of a book. I remember watching Taylor perform All Too Well on the Grammy’s and crying for my favorite song.

I was so excited to go into the 1989 era, going full into the pop genre. I stayed up waiting to listen to the album. I wrote a full review for my school newspaper. I watched every music video and memorized every song.

I was lucky enough to be able to go to the 1989 tour so much. That night was so full of magic.

I screamed and sang Shake It Off as loud as I could, even from the nosebleed seats.

On the night I graduated high school, I listened to Long Live and I cried.

Reputation came in a hard time of my life. I was two years into college and falling out with my best friend who had been there for so many years of my life. I felt like all my friends were turning against me and leaving me behind. And even new friends were dismissing me, even teasing me for liking Taylor Swift. But it was also there for me as I decided to write another book, even if nothing ever comes of it. But I listened to that album every single day for months and months, I still do.

I watched the LWYMMD music video more times than I could count, desperately hoping and saving to get tickets to the tour.

My mom is the literal best person ever and was able to get us FLOOR seats to Reputation, and so just days after my birthday I got to truly see Taylor up close. I cried and danced during every song. This night stands out in my memories as one of the best nights of life, and one that I will never forget.

And now in the era of Lover, I feel closer to Taylor than ever. It’s with me on every long drive and late night. Even though LoverFest has a pause on it right now, I will be there singing every word of all the songs once again.

I’ve never been in love like Taylor has on this album, but I have still understood everything Taylor has ever sang.

I love who she is as a person. Her soul is imprinted onto every song she ever writes, and I have felt a piece of it with every song I listen to.

For over a decade, I have looked up to Taylor and learned so much from her. I was so proud of her during the sexual assault trial. I was so proud when she stood up for equality rights. I was proud when she came out to promote using your voice to vote. I was proud when she fought back for the rights of her own songs. She has continually evolved and grown, and she had always remained honest and true.

Even if I’ve never really met her, she has always been there for me with every lyric.

I love you, Taylor.

Love, your friend always,

Spiryt.

@taylorswift

ps: I would love if u tagged taylor and by some miracle she ever saw this

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muthaz-rapapa · 5 years ago

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Rewatch: Mahou Tsukai Precure Ep 3

Hey hey hey~!

I made it to Sunday with another MahoPre post again! Praise me, won’t you?

*bows extravagantly* ( -∀-)シ

ALSO, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL YOU GREAT MOMMIES OUT THERE!! WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT YOU?! (｡^▽^｡)/ ♡

Yaaaaa, you know the animation quality really went up when not only the new transformation sequence was top notch but the episode it debuted in was as well. Really! Everything was so sparkly and purdy~

Like Mirai and Mofu-chan’s excited faces, kyaaaaa~! xD

Ahem, so we start off with Mirai calling home and let’s just say she’s very lucky it was Grandma who picked up.

I don’t know how long Mirai’s been gone but judging by how Grandma’s first question is about Mirai’s search instead of asking where she is right now, maybe she hasn’t been gone too long to raise any alarms yet.

In any case, the beginning of the phone call was hilarious cuz though Grandma shares Mirai’s belief in witches and magic, I’m pretty sure she never expected for Mirai to be contacting her from another realm, much less hear that she’s become a witch herself.

She’s like “Huh? Wut?” xD;

And then there’s Mirai. Oh god, Mirai.

She really is the type to spill almost every detail out in a jumbled manner and gesture frantically on the other end of the line even though there’s no way her Grandma can actually see her, lol I do the same thing when I talk over the phone

Meanwhile, Headmaster and Riko are just standing awkwardly in the background, watching this girl play charades in front of a crystal ball.

(^ ∀ ^ ;;)

Anyways, despite all the rushed explanations, Mirai wants to attend class here and asks for permission.

Naturally, any normal parent/guardian would say “no” because first of all, what the heck is she going on about? Flying brooms? Magic World? WAT? Did you hit your head while playing or something?

I mean, even the most understanding person would just assume Mirai found a new friend at the playground who introduced her to some secret hangout or whatever and that Mirai just wants to stay out longer to have fun, that’s all.

But nuh-uh! Mirai’s really in the Magic World right now and she really wants to enroll in magic school for the rest of spring break!

Miraculously (and again, she is so lucky it was Grandma who picked up), she does get the okay.

Grandma actually believes Mirai will be alright with these strangers in some foreign place she’s never heard of. She’s never met them, there’s no address or even a phone number she can call to check up on Mirai. For all she knows, her granddaughter could’ve been tricked and kidnapped by some shady hoodlums.

But over the phone, it doesn’t seem that Mirai is any danger...and since she sounds so eager, well then, alright. Grandma chooses to trust Mirai.

Cue joyous, major squee-able hug! <D

But on a serious note, PLEASE DO NOT ALLOW THIS IN REAL LIFE, OKAY?!

(O_ O ;;)

It’s somewhat forgivable in an children’s anime where things are more idyllic and even Mirai’s situation is an exception among exceptions because of plox.

But if your kid is asking to stay out in some vague location with people who don’t have your trust to look out for their well-being, then you get in your car or call the police or do whatever’s necessary to bring them home immediately!

...come to think of it, I wonder how Mirai’s parents reacted when Grandma told them the news. By the time Mirai got back home, they seemed pretty cool with it but Mirai should’ve at least called them every day (off-screen) to ensure she’s alright so that they didn’t have to worry a lot while she was away.

I dunno, please don’t mind me too much on this matter. I'm just very sensitive when it comes to the safety of children, that’s all. The news and living in the city scared me into being cautious.

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind becoming an Uber driver as long it’s a magic carpet I’m flying.

But I’m not sure what the insurance policy on that is like and it doesn’t look like there are seat belts either which is a tad bit concerning. Hmm...

Bouncy-wouncy flippy-floppy Mofurun~!

Look at this happy bear~! She’s having the time of her life!

Ugh, my heart~!!! x3333

I believe this is the first time Mirai’s had the chance to tell Riko something about herself and it’s quite nice that Riko was the one who (sorta) initiated the interest this time around.

We all know what Riko’s like. She’s not fond of people being too chummy with her because if they get to know her, they’ll learn how bad she is at magic as well. That’s why she’s always trying to maintain a distance. Trying not to interact with others too much and not volunteer too much info about herself so she can uphold an image she doesn’t really possess and protect where she’s most vulnerable. Tsundere defense mechanism in the works.

For her to reach out to Mirai, even if it’s only out of some courteous small talk and minimal curiosity, maybe it means she’s gradually becoming more comfortable. At least in Mirai’s company, there’s no need to have her guard up that high and she can talk to someone normally for once.

Mirai, on the other hand, is the honest type through and through and is thrilled to share anything about what she loves.

Her bright, sincere personality and close relationship with her grandma shows how well she was raised because no matter how wild or out of this world Mirai’s thoughts can get sometimes, those closest to her never ridiculed or made her think less of herself for that. That’s why she’s almost always able to face anything with open optimism. She’s free to be unapologetically herself because she has that kind of reassurance.

It’s a security that many people would die to have.

And Riko is one of those people.

Listening to Mirai talk warmly about her grandmother brings a slightly lonely expression to her face because Riko doesn’t have anyone like that. No one whom she can talk to about anything and everything, no one whom she can show her true self to without fear of being judged by them.

No one to call a real friend.

Well, guess what, Riko? Ya got right one in front of ya, dont’cha? Hahaha~!

She just doesn’t realize it yet.

Moving along, damn, the whole island is occupied by magic merchants and their shops!

Diagon Alley can’t even begin to compare!

Yep. If there’s any Precure universe I want to live in, it’s definitely this one! 8D

At the center of the giant square, of course there’s a statue and of course there’s a story to go along with it and of course, there’s an old man (by the name of Mr. Hook) just waiting to tell that story to whoever’s new in town.

Nevertheless, this story is a rather interesting one in respect to the Linkle Stone Ruby that’s set to appear later.

The Merchant Alley is where people gather to sell their trades and goods. It’s a place where they can share the work they’re proud of and passionate about.

And Ruby is the Linkle Stone of what? Passion.

So the Passion Flame was pretty much the Linkle Stone Ruby all along and it returned to remind the people of the magic they still have within themselves.

This slightly debunks the idea that the Linkle Stones will only appear when Precure do but it doesn’t change the fact that Ruby’s true form didn’t manifest until Mirai and Riko came to the Alley.

Anyways, on another note, isn’t it an extremely heartwarming thought that even though Mother Rapapa has been gone for centuries, her magic hasn’t disappeared and that it still extends itself to help people when they’re in need? Even now, Mother Rapapa still loves and wants to protect the world she defended with her very life which just goes to prove that the most ancient and most powerful magic of all is indeed, love.

Love never dying means magic never dying.

Aaaaahhhh~, that’s so beautiful! *sniff* <’D

Aww, but I wanted to hear about Pegasus Lane!

( •́ ∧ •̀ )

Ok, ok, maybe some other time.

At least we got Riko taking Mirai’s hand to lead her away instead. Me is a happy gurl~ <3

But then Mofurun says she smells something sweet and duh, it’s clearly Ruby sitting in the statue’s lamp but they don’t know that yet so they all assume it’s just the cotton candy from a street vendor near by.

Well, their reaction was adorbs anyway.

D’aww, omgawd, look at Mirai, trying to tug Riko in the direction of sweets and Riko having none of that. Kekekeke! xD

Ok, before we go in, I just want to say that I adore Francois and all the fabulousness he’s packaged with!

But more than that, I love how he’s always so kind to people who visit his shop, especially the girls. He’s always eager to give them the best fashion he can offer and since he learned his trade in the Mundane World, it’s probably safe to say he isn’t at all prejudiced against anyone from there either.

But also, also...!!

He knows how to recognize CUTE when he sees it!

Oh yea, Francois is my spirit animal.

Poor Mofurun, though. She looks so traumatized. xD;

My daughter is soooooo cute! Don’t you agree?

*pokes you in the back with ten needles* (*°∀°)

Man, if I could do magic......I would probably still go out to buy clothes instead of making them myself. It’s less about not having the talent to design and more about gathering the material that would be a pain for me. I’d rather leave that to the professionals.

That said, since it’s magic we’re talking about, I hope retail prices are a lot lower over there since production requires less manual labor. Or should it be magical labor?

Well, it takes less time if an outfit can be fitted and finished within the hour so that’s a plus at least.

Mmhmm. *nods appreciatively*

I wasn’t lying when I said this uniform is one of my (if not the) top favorite school uniform designs across all Precure seasons.

The colors, the plaid bows, and ugh, the HAT!!

...I wanna be a witch, too. TwT

Honestly, Francois is just one of the best recurring characters. Period.

He’s so thoughtful, going the extra mile even when he doesn’t really have to. He’s not in it for the famous name or money, he just wants to make sure his clients look good and feel good looking good.

What an artisan!

(Btw, Mofurun still uses the same pouch when Mirai grows up and I just find that so awesome because they’re continuing to treat a gift from Francois with such care~ <3)

I mean, fixing a loose button is a small task. Hardly worth mentioning but with Riko falling so often (*discontent Riko noises*), you’d think Francois would be exasperated about her always ruining her clothes.

Nope.

He just goes and sews it back in place without charge, gently telling Riko in his own special way for her to be more careful.

Riko doesn’t miss the sentiment behind his words and really, you’d have to be blind to not see how all the people Riko knows really care about her.

More locals to meet and this one is Todd and he sells produce!

Not much to say about him other than he’s a nice dude, offering Mirai a sample of what a Frozen Clementine really tastes like.

lol, oh Riko, don’t take it so personally. These things happen. <D;

Also, that’s two strikes for Riko today. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town was aware of how clumsy she is.

At least, none of them are mean about it or deliberately poking fun at her. Riko’s just a little too sensitive is all.

Again, the shifts through Riko’s many faces when eating clementines are fun to watch.

It’s okay, Riko! You’ll get there eventually!

Wouldn’t put it past an eccentric, old man like him to do something like that.

I mean, I’m positive that the Headmaster’s character is partially inspired by Albus Dumbledore who also fits these kind of descriptions so yea...

YEA.

Meanwhile, I am living for the savageness that Cathy is unrepentantly laying on the Deputy Headmistress concerning her stickler-policy/no-outsider opinions.

Nothing against the Deputy Head since she does come around eventually but hell yea, Miss Sassy Crystal Ball! xD;

Next up is Gustav’s, where Mirai gets her own broom!

God, I love this broom so much. It’s simple but so charming!! Perfect for a young witch!

Nooooooo, Riko-chan~

That’s not what she meant! (^ ∀ ^ ;;)

Ooo, that’s three strikes now!

Riko really can’t catch a break, huh?

I wonder how many times everybody in town has heard this reply, lol

Y’know, these shopkeepers have known Riko since she was little so for them to comment on Mirai accompanying her today just further supports the idea that they’re always watching out for her however they can.

Riko’s an awkward kid who’s trying too hard to act and see through the eyes of an adult and that’s why she blunders so much.

But perhaps, if they were to point that out too directly, it’ll just make Riko feel more ashamed or make her more stubborn than she already is.

If that’s true, then I’d like to think they all agreed to just give Riko her space and let her grow into it in her own time. They’ll still support her every now and then (because she needs it) but they won’t overdo it to the point where she’ll notice and misunderstand it as an remark on her poor skills in magic.

Anyways, at least Gustav seems happy to see Riko’s finally got a friend to spend time with. As much as Riko’s unsure about calling Mirai her friend, no one’s going to deny that Riko not being alone anymore is a good thing for her, hehe~

They got to eat cotton candy, after all! YAY~!

Gotta say, this might just be the best way to eat cotton candy cuz it just levitates a little above your hand and you don’t have to worry about holding onto a stick and then the candy melting onto the stick and your hands getting messy cuz of that and whatnot.

Also, it really makes it look like you’re munchin’ on a cloud. Cute, right? :D

So far, Mirai is having a superb day. She got the whole magic user starter kit and it really feels like she’s become a witch now.

But as Riko says, it takes more than just looking the part to be a genuine practitioner of magic.

I wonder if she realizes how contradictory she sounds here because if she knew that all along, then that would label her search for the Emerald as hypocritical.

Though it’s possible she only realized this after coming back from her recent trip to the Mundane World empty-handed.

Still, there’s no doubt the Emerald’s profound and mythical qualities would be desired by many, including those who are efficient in magic. Nobody is really sure what it’s capable of but since it’s reputed to be the rarest and most powerful of the Linkle Stones, we can at least expect it to live up to its name in some way.

And when Riko overheard the Headmaster talking about it in his office, well, who can really blame her for shooting off to go find it then?

If anything, had she found it, Riko probably would’ve used the Emerald to figure out why her magic seldom worked out the way she wanted it to. Then from there, she’d do whatever she could in her own power to make herself a great witch.

...Maybe.

Mirai, however, is more impressed by how brave and aggressive Riko is on fulfilling her dream.

In fact, she’s more amazed by Riko than the Emerald itself and doesn’t think her search for the Emerald sounds ridiculous at all.

To her, Riko is a hard worker and she should be acknowledged just for how much effort she puts into becoming a witch worthy of respect.

But when she asks what Riko means by stuff like “excellent” or “splendid”, even Riko’s not sure.

Of course, even if you have a good amount of magical prowess, that doesn’t automatically mean you’re a great magic user.

Rather, it should be how you use your magic that determines whether you are great or not.

I guess that’s why Riko suddenly turned that question back on Mirai. Because as of this moment, she’s only looking for ways to cast her spells without them backfiring on her. She hasn’t given much thought on what she can do with magic once she does have it in her hands.

Riko doesn’t have an answer yet. And because she doesn’t want to appear like she doesn’t, her walls go up again in an attempt to prevent anyone else from realizing how unsure she actually is inside.

But you know what?

Mirai’s not sure about her own dream either.

She’s never thought of it before now and nothing really comes to mind just because she’s asked out of the blue like this. However, that doesn’t really bother her.

It’d be awesome if one day, she can find something to dedicate herself to like Riko does...but until then, there’s no need to rush or stress it. If she’s meant to find it, then she’ll find it eventually.

Having a dream should be a wonderful thing, after all. It’s not something you must have but something you want, something you choose to pursue.

I believe that’s what makes Riko so special in Mirai’s eyes. Because despite all the doubts and hardships that come with it, Mirai can tell Riko truly cherishes her desire to become a fine witch some day.

If she didn’t, Riko wouldn’t have needed to try so hard. But she did and is still trying because she really wants it. That is what earned her Mirai’s admiration.

Not sure if those feelings reached Riko but at least it seems that she knows Mirai respects and understands her to extent in that regard, which then draws out a smile from her as well.

Cuz c’mon, it’s just nice to talk these things out with a friend.

That’s right, they��re definitely friends now.

They’re laughing together and the atmosphere is very light and pleasant and happy.

Just look at Mofurun, the perfect mood indicator. If that’s not enough to show how well our girls are getting along, then I don’t know what is.

Ugh, unfortunately if there’s a good mood going on, a mood ruiner is never too far off.

This time it’s Sparda and she introduces herself by stealing Mirai’s Diamond pendant. *GASP* BAD! >:(

Demands are made for the Emerald’s location, Mirai loudly defies the villain again and villain decide to wreck things as a response. Yada yada yada, same old, same old.

Except with them missing one Diamond and unable to transform into Precure, they really can’t do anything to stop Sparda.

As the situation becomes grimmer, so does the anger start to build within Riko as she surveys the damage of the town.

We even get a mini-montage of a younger Riko (OMG ISN’T SHE THE SWEETEST LIL’ WITCH-IN-TRAINING?!?!? KYAAA~!!! xDD) on her first time visiting all the shops, essentially telling us how many important memories she’s made here and how much the people who helped her mean to her.

This finally, finally makes her blow her top.

How dare this cretin selfishly trample all over the innocent people trying to do their daily jobs peacefully! How dare this insect woman make a mess of their community, a place where everybody works so hard to support each other, without remorse!

That is absolutely unforgivable!!

...but at the same time, Riko releasing her anger is just what they needed. Her feelings are now fully synchronized with Mirai’s...

...which causes the Ruby to awaken and reveal its true form to them.

Hmm, this is really fascinating because we can interpret it to mean that passion, the idea that the Ruby represents, is linked to many emotions and not just a strong sense of love towards something.

Or you can say even “negative” emotions like anger or sorrow can also be proof of a very strong love.

Considering that rage and passion are often symbolized through flames and fire imagery, I’d say that the connection between those two is really appropriate for these turn of events.

But moving along...

THE BIRTH OF RUBY STYLE~!!!

(⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

I’ll go into my thoughts on this design another day but ahhh, I do so love this Form Change to death. Have a hard time deciding if this is my top favorite among the MahoPre forms.

As for the battle, well, sad to say this one wasn’t worth writing home about either. And I think the animation quality dropped a little around this part of the ep. Not sure why there’s a sudden inconsistency when there wasn’t that much “fighting” going on.

But again, I’m not here to write about the battle scenes (until maybe post-Felice debut), which are more or less the same anyway so I’d just be repeating myself if I were. I’m here for the chemistry between the girls, the character studies and so on.

Some key highlights, though, because I couldn’t ignore them:

Mofurun catching the Diamond back like one would catch a home run ball.

I’M SO PROUD OF YOU, MY BABY!!!!!

This kick.

This kick is everything.

Miracle and Magical grabbing each other’s hands to help propel their feet at the Yokubaru.

And then the ice thawing immediately upon impact, a call out to the Frozen Clementines they always eat and further demonstration of symbolism of passion through fire because heat melts ice.

Looks like this might’ve been the first time Riko was successful in using this type of magic. Too bad you can’t really eat it. But not that you’d really want to, lol

Then Ruby Passionale and another day saved.

Yay~

And now everybody’s witnessed the legend in the flesh!

lol, Miracle being polite to the crowd while Mofurun is trying to hide her face ("No pictures, please-mofu!”) and Magical is so close to freaking out cuz they gotta get outta here before their transformations become undone and their true identities are found out and ohhh, we don’t want to stick around to find out what that’s gonna be like......

...so they leave by leaping to the rooftops.

Classic.

Later that day, they go to pick up Mirai’s broom and aww, that’s so nice of Gustav to give her a cute ribbon as an extra service!

It comes in both her and Riko’s colors, too! How did he know?!?!?!? 8D

And he even gave one to Riko to match with Mirai!

Ugh, Gustav is so awesome. I want to buy him a steak dinner.

I’ll buy dinner for any character in story who helps me ship my ship, hahaha! xD

Hehe, my lovely girls~

I love them soooo much. <3

Mmkay, I’m done for the day. I think I can manage to do one more post for next week. Then we’ll see what happens from there cuz I’ll be going back to work soon.

#mahou tsukai precure #asahina mirai #izayoi riko #mofurun #cure miracle #cure magical

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