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Can I request a drabble? The length is up to you, where the homelander meets the reader for the first time, and they have a massive crush on him, and he can hear their heart going so fast and finds it so flattering and makes his ego much bigger than it needs to be. Thank you!!
ohhhhh this didn't entirely turn out the way i expected, but i hope you like it anyways! thanks so much for the request!
2.6k homelander x gn reader, sfw except for homelander's internal dialogue and a wee bit at the end. timeline is either early or pre s1. i know i usually skew towards female readers, but i tried to keep this one entirely gender neutral. let me know how i did, and enjoy! đ€
Meeting fans is an everyday recurrence for Homelander. It's expected from a man of his station and notoriety. Aside from happenstance encounters during his daily duties, thereâs also conventions and meet-and-greets. In addition, every once in a while, Vought employees are given the opportunity to invite friends and family for a tour of the tower. Rarer yet, for the chance to meet members of The Seven. Of them all, Homelander is without a doubt, in his humble opinion, the most enduring among them. Most often itâs children and spouses. For them, itâs the best day of their lives. For Homelander, itâs just another Wednesday.
Nonetheless, he tirelessly grins bright for every sticky-faced child and overgrown fanboy. He salutes diligently for selfies, and signs enough autographs to dry out his sharpie. The movements are automatic by now. Object comes in, object is signed, object is returned. Smile. Salute. Youâre the real heroes!
Every single second of it is like the monotonous tick of a clock. Greasy fingers loudly slapping against touch screens, the occasional flash that he pretends doesnât set his teeth on edge.
Heâs handed another piece of paper, he signs it, he offers it back out.
Except you donât take it. Instead, youâre just staring at him.
Suddenly, Homelander is zapped back to reality, the dissociative clockwork grind coming to a halt. He blinks, looking down, and realizes the paper heâs just signed is an envelope. Beneath his scrawling signature, a previous note is visible: To Homelander. He assumes thatâs your name written just below it. Itâs a letter for him.
âOh, haha. Wow. Talk about your bonehead moves,â he says, lifting a gloved hand to playfully knock on his own skull. âHello, is anyone home?â
You laugh, and he takes the opportunity to actually look at you. Youâre bright eyed and as starstruck as any fan, but thereâs a sincerity to your smile thatâs more noteworthy than most. Your gaze has clarity to it that tells him youâre not just looking at a famous person, youâre looking at him. He likes that.Â
Now that heâs actually paying attention, heâs surprised the beat of your heart didnât hook him first. Itâs pounding in your chest, the heat of it giving you a healthy flush all over. Heâs willing to bet he could feel the heat of your skin clear through his gloves. Look at you, he thinks, biting back a wolfish smile. He knows already that youâd melt sweeter than ice cream in his hands. He licks his lips, giving you a once over. His eyes move quickly enough that you couldnât possibly have seen it.
You prove distracting enough that he doesnât even notice the man at your side until he speaks.
âThere, happy? Been begging me for this for weeks,â the man says, giving you a nudge. He grins when he says, âNow you owe me one.â Homelander cocks his head sharply, like a bird of prey catching sight of a rat. âI was not begging,â you say under your breath, visibly flustered. You pull away from his second attempt to nudge you. âDan, please,â you say, the word stressed in a way that seems to hold meaning between the two of you.
Please what, Dan? How about âPlease donât fucking embarrass me in front of the goddamn Homelanderâ?
Homelander sizes the guy up, subtly quirking a brow. He looks like someoneâs intern, or maybe a tech grunt. Flimsy, without an ounce of charisma or presence. He probably would have mistaken the guy for a tall house plant if he hadnât said anything.
âThis your boyfriend?â He asks, maintaining that friendly tone of his. Neither of you seem to notice the edge creeping into it. He taps the envelope absently against his palm. âNo! No, no,â Youâre quick to say. Homelander doesnât miss the look Dan gives you at the sharpness of your response. âJust friends.â
He smiles. Woof, thatâs gatta sting, huh, buddy? Itâs hilarious to think what this guy thought bringing you to Homelander was gonna do for his obvious situation. Did he think it was gonna get him a nice thank-you blowjob, or worse, a relationship? As if youâd have any interest in Dan after meeting an honest to god superhero. Someone youâve apparently been begging to meet, which certainly paints a pretty picture.
Homelander begins peeling open the letter, but you throw out your hand to stop him, gently touching the top of his. He was right, he really can feel the heat of you through the leather. âWait! Iâm sorry, I just want to say thank you, and tell you that I admire you so much, which is already in that letter, and Iâm rambling, and Iâm sorry for that too, but I would probably shrivel up and die right now if you read that letter before Iâm twenty miles away,â you say, nervous laughter bubbling up towards the end. You belatedly snatch your hand away, twice as flustered as you had been a moment before. He can still feel the lingering warmth of your hand on his.
âHoly smokes, fan behavior much?â Dan laughs, wrapping his arm around you to give your shoulder a little shake. Itâs pathetic how desperately heâs trying to make himself relevant right now. Worse than that is how blatantly uninterested in him you are. Homelander very nearly rolls his eyes.
Instead, he purposefully softens his expression. He tucks the letter into his belt, and puts his hands on his hips. âSay, I donât suppose youâve seen the courtyard yet, have you? They call it The Garden of Heroes,â he says, leaning in to whisper the last bit to you, as if itâs a secret.
Your breath catches when he leans so near to you, and you shake your head. You give such a sweet little smile, he almost kisses you right then and there. Youâre so wrapped around his finger, heâs sure youâd welcome it. Heâd love to rub it in the nose of this joke of a man standing next to you, a man who was idiotic enough to deliver someone he clearly wanted right into Homelanderâs hands.
Instead, he simply gestures you forward. âThen allow me to finish out your tour properly.â
You look thoroughly enchanted, eyes blown wide, lips parted. âOkay, yes! Sure. I would love that,â you say, excited as can be. You take a step forward, and he maneuvers himself perfectly between you and Dan, settling a hand on the small of your back to guide you. As the three of you walk, he catches Danâs eye, and tosses him a wink.
For the rest of the walk, he savors the sound of Dan gritting his teeth.
Outside, Homelander gestures broadly to Voughtâs expansive courtyard garden. Itâs decorated with statues of heroes past and present, staggering monuments kept in pristine condition. He walks the two of you down a handful of rows, but in accordance with his plan, he stops abruptly. Putting his hands on his hips, he blows a raspberry. âYou know, the viewâs just not the same from down here.â Next, he makes a face, as if this brilliant idea has only just occurred to him, and snaps his fingers before he points to you. âHey, why donât you let me show you my view?â
âYour view?â You echo, glancing at Dan, who by this point has taken the very mature approach of outright moping. âYeah! Câmere, let me give you a real tour,â he says, holding his hand out to you.
âUh, I donât think thatââ Dan begins, but youâre already stepping past him, taking Homelanderâs outstretched hand. With a bright smile, you say, âIâd love that.â
For as eagerly as you accept, you still yelp when Homelander effortlessly hauls you up into his arms. With one arm at your back, and the other supporting your knees, he says, âHang on tight,â and shoots into the sky so swiftly, Dan is left shielding his face from the swirling winds of debris your ascent kicks up.
At first, Homelander thinks youâre screaming. After a beat, however, he realizes youâre laughing, arms wrapped so tightly around his neck, youâd be choking out anyone else. Gradually, he slows to a stop, hovering dozens upon dozens of feet off the ground, Dan and the gardens below a distant thought. Your breaths are coming in sharp and shallow, and if he thought your heart was pounding before, itâs nothing compared to now. It might just burst right out of your chest.
Youâre still working out the giggles, or maybe youâre coming down from a mild hysteria. Either way, you eventually start to breathe more evenly, though your hold around his neck doesnât loosen whatsoever.
âHoly shit,â you whisper, peering down at the distant earth below. When you turn back to look at him, you look surprised all over to be face to face with him. Homelander, who hasnât taken his eyes off you, flashes his best heroâs smile. Heâs satisfied by the way you fluster all over again, quickly looking away, hyper aware of how close your faces are, the press of your bodies as he holds you. It all happened so fast, perhaps it hadnât dawned on you when you accepted that you would be so wholly at his mercy, snug in his arms, fifty feet in the air.
Works every time.
Homelander absently taps his fingers where heâs holding your leg. âWhatâd I tell you? Nothing beats this view.â
âItâs amazing,â you say, lifting your gaze to stare out across the city scape. âI canât believe you can just⊠do this. Youâre amazing,â you say, and though you donât meet his eye, the sincerity in that praise strikes right through to the core of him like a hot lance.
âYou have no idea,â he murmurs, musing on every one of his wonders he could show you. If you think this is amazing, wait until you see what he can do with his strength.
The wind must be loud in your ears, because you look back to him and ask, âWhat?â
âI said youâre too kind,â he says louder, teeth sharp and pearly white as he lies cleanly through them. You smile, none the wiser, but this time your gaze lingers on his. Your arms arenât in quite such a chokehold around his neck anymore. Youâre leaning against him more easily now, learning to trust the security of his hold.
âDo you do this for all your smitten fans?â You ask. You must think youâre being subtle with the way your fingers are toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, but he feels it viscerally. Whether you know it or not, youâre making it difficult for him to focus, to maintain the facade.
âSmitten?â He repeats, his smile turning a touch sly. âIs that what that letter is about?â
âOh, god,â you say, lifting your hand from his neck to cover your face. He wishes youâd put it back, keep playing with his hair like that. âOn second thought, maybe give me that back. Or burn it.â âNo, no, itâs mine now. Whatâs in it? I mean, I could always just read it now,â he says, taking his arm from your back to reach threateningly for his belt. The lack of support prompts you to secure your arms back around his neck with a cute, distressed little noise.
âTo be completely honest, Iâd rather you dropped me,â you say, earning a bark of laughter from him. Itâs the first genuine laugh heâs had all day. Maybe all week.
âCahhhâmooooonnn,â he drawls, putting his arm back around you. âIt canât be that bad.â âItâs pretty tragic,â you lament, though your sheepish little smile suggests otherwise. He lifts both brows, stubbornly holding your gaze until you finally exhale a breath that tells him heâs won. âI⊠God, this is embarrassing. You, uhm⊠I know that I donât know the real you, but who you are to the public, and the things you do⊠You mean a lot to me. Youâve brought me a lot of comfort. Helped bring me out of some pretty dark places, and I wanted to say thank you. For that. For choosing to be someone good when a lot of people werenât.â
Homelander blinks. It shouldnât catch him off guard. Your sincerity was what drew him in in the first place. Of course you donât know the real him. No one does. By that same token, no oneâs ever acknowledged to his face that there might be more to him than what Vought spoon feeds Americaâs braindead population through movies, TV specials, hokey interviews, and every other possible means of exploitation.
You donât talk like you know him, but you sure as fuck sound as though youâd like to know him.
The silence stretches on just a hair too long, and he sees uncertainty rising in your eyes. He clears his throat, and breaks the sudden tension with a well practiced chuckle. âWell, thatâs what heroes do, isnât it? They save people.â
âYeah,â you say, and heâs not sure how he can be expected to think when your fingers graze the back of his neck like that. âYouâve always been my hero.â
Heâs close to you now, closer than ever before. He canât smell anything aside from the crisp scent of peppermint lingering on your breath. He imagines you popping a mint between those soft lips in anticipation of this moment, as if you were the mastermind who had orchestrated all of this, and not the other way around. For the first time, he lets you see the way his gaze dips briefly to your mouth. He licks his own lips reflexively.
âRighty then, whelp⊠Youâve got a choice to make now,â he says, tilting his head slightly. âI can begin our descent, deliver you safely back onto solid ground, back to⊠Dan,â he says, unable to keep the edge of distaste off his tongue when he drops the name. âAnd the two of you can go about your day.â
He waits long enough that youâre the one to prompt him with, âOrâŠ?â
âOr,â he picks up, lips curving into a pleased smile. âI can just take you straight home, and you can forget all about whatever he thinks you owe him.â
You bite your lip, stifling a smile. There it is again, the quickening of your pulse, the eager pattering of your heart. Now he can feel the heat of your body against him, seeping through the layers that separate you, teasing him.
âSounds like Iâll just be going from owing him to owing you,â you say, playing as if youâre mentally balancing the pros and cons between the two. He doesnât buy it for a second.
Homelander clicks his tongue. âMmm, mhm, mm. I see. And is that a risk youâre willing to take?â
Instead of answering, you kiss him. For the first time in as long as he can remember, Homelander is genuinely shocked by it. Between the heartfelt letter, the shy smiles and the generally reserved way youâd handled yourself, he really didnât think you had it in you. Yet here he is, melting into the press of your lipsâtheyâre as soft as they lookedâand pulling you closer, deeper.Â
A noise dangerously close to a whimper escapes the back of his throat when you push your fingers up into his hair. He opens easily to the first swipe of your tongue, reciprocating without hesitation. What he had previously interpreted as shyness strikes him now as finely measured control.
Youâre just full of surprises, arenât you?
By the time the two of you part, youâre both breathing in shallow, warm huffs against the others lips.
âIâm good with risks,â you say, voice low. âAre you?â
Homelander, wild-eyed and hard as a rock, laughs airily. âFuck yes I am.â
You smile, making no attempts this time to hide it, and finally, Homelander sees deviousness to the edges of it that he did not notice before. âGood. Then take me home.â
With goddamn pleasure.
#is this anything???? haha sometimes i write a fic and i'm like GOD I HOPE THIS IS SOMETHING#anyways you sent this a million years ago but i hope you like it! <3#homelander x reader#homelander x you#my writing#ask and you shall receive#gn reader#fluff#i should NOT be posting fic this late but i'm not disciplined enough to wait and post at a reasonable hour so i'll just rb it later lolol
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summary â carmen's never been good with his words, so when he finds you crying in the walk-in, he gets some help to convince you that you're capable of doing your job.
warnings â swearing, general customer-service nightmare stuff. reader is younger than carmen but i pictured/wrote her as being mid-late twenties (25-28 ish) and i think carmy is early 30s so there's an age gap but they're both fully adults, also boss/employee relationship so power imbalance but also nothing happens between them
pairing â carmen berzatto x fem!waitress reader, not established relationship
pronouns â she/her
word count â 1.9k
note â first carmen fic so obligatory warning that he might be OOC, i rlly work on dialogue and shit but i am finding my footing. waitress!reader is kinda special to me i might write some more about them cause they're both so silly if that's something people would be interested in? anyway i hope you enjoy :3
âStupid⊠fucking useless- fuck!â
The rush is familiar. The lunch rush, the dinner rush, the fifteen different orders jumbling in your head as you struggle to write it all down in time. Holding nine full glasses of nine different drinks in one hand and struggling to push open the door to run the food out into the dining room. Having to go to Richie and tell him that someoneâs card declined so you didnât have to be the one to tell them. Going into the walk-in and just opening your mouth in a silent scream just to go back out there and finish your shift.Â
The rush of cold air on the back of your neck is familiar too. You donât know what Carmenâs yelling about in the kitchen. Youâd just stepped in there to grab food and had caught the tail end of his rant and youâd left with your tray and a million possibilities running through your head.
Youâd written something down wrong and now a dish needed to be remade.Â
Youâd left one of the fridges open and spoiled days worth of food.
Youâd given someone something they were allergic to and now you were being sued.
You move through the restaurant on autopilot, avoiding people and chairs and one of Richieâs spitballs sent from behind the counter. Youâre so sure that the next time you went back in that kitchen Carmy would be pulling you aside and telling you that youâre fired.Â
You deliver the food to the table with a smile and stand back upright to check in with them about that being everything. One of the women sits up a little straighter, giving you an apologetic look. âSorry, I ordered a side of the lemon herb dressing?â
You look down at her dressing-less plate. âOh, Iâm sorry. Iâll be right back with that one, so sorry.â
She waves you off. âYou take as long as you need to, honey.â
You practically speed back to the kitchen. Oh, god. You hoped youâd at least get that poor woman her dressing before Carmy fired you. You canât believe that you managed to screw this up. Youâd been lucky to get this job. Carmen had brought you on right when heâd opened up the restaurant and the rest of The Bear had all been super welcoming.
You got on best with Sydney, the two of you were similar in age and she was one of the kindest people you knew. You and Richie also had a nice relationship, you thought he hated you when you first got hired and then he walked out into the alley to have a cigarette, found you crying and punched a guy in the face for you.Â
You needed this job. Youâd graduated a few years ago and were still struggling to break through in your field, and this job paid the bills and didnât make you cry every single day. Some days, sure, but not every day.Â
You knew you werenât the best waitress ever, you screwed up and made customers yell at you pretty frequently. You were lucky that Richie liked you enough to stand up for your honor even when you were probably wrong. But you tried your absolute best, you came into work every day and genuinely wanted to help. You respected all of the chefs so much, they all worked so hard, and you wanted to make their lives as easy as possible.Â
You go over to Richie and murmur something to him about the dressing, and he takes it to the kitchen. First whatever youâd done to upset Carmy, now this. If he didnât think you knew how to do your job before, he definitely will now. You glanced over your section. All your tables were eating or had ordered, youâd normally be checking with Sugar when the next reservation was due and triple-checking the table was clean and everything was prepared.Â
If you were going to get a walk-in minute in, now would be the best time. Maybe you could do it before Carmy fired you.Â
You brush past Tina, not even hearing her concerned call for you. The walk-in was empty and everyone in the kitchen understood. When someone goes into the walk-in with tears in their eyes you leave them alone for as long as you can.Â
You canât believe that you were stupid enough to screw this up.Â
The door slams open and you wipe your eyes, expecting it to be Tina needing to actually do her job or Marcus wanting to check on you. Itâs Carmen.
âWhat happened?â He hadnât been expecting to see you so upset. Heâd heard the door slam and wanted to leave it alone, but then Richie had raised his eyebrows, stopping mid-sentence.
âGod, I canât wait to hear about whatever asshole yelled at her this time,â heâd shaken his head, trying to go back to what heâd been talking to Carmy about before. One of the shelves had been knocked and two containers of flour had been completely emptied out onto the floor. They had lids on, lids with clamps on them that were meant to stop that from happening but lo and behold Fak was now mopping up something that was beginning to resemble bread dough with how much water he was trying to use. .Â
âWho?â Carmyâs eyes had still been glued to the walk-in. Richie had said your name and Carmen had practically excused himself in the same breath. This time? Did you get yelled at by customers a lot?
You wipe your face, shaking your head. âSorry, Carm. I guess I just needed a second, Iâll get back out there.â
You take a step forward and he, without meaning to, moves to block the door. You feel your heart rate climb. This was it, he was going to scream at you in the walk-in. âYouâre crying.â
You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You didnât want this to happen, you didnât want to be crying in front of your boss. Especially not Carmen. Heâs a lot, you know that. Youâre not in the kitchen a whole lot, but when you are heâs usually not super happy. Heâs a yeller, half of Chicago knows that. But heâs always kind to you, he gave you a job when you were fresh out of college in an unrelated field with no experience because he could tell how much you needed one. You often felt out of place slightly, through no fault of the other staff. They spent all shift in the kitchen together and you spent your entire shift out there in the dining room. You know theyâre not having sleepovers and braiding each othersâ hair in there, but your work mostly took place in a different room.
But Carmen always makes sure you get Family, that you get your break even if itâs scheduled while itâs busy and that Richie isnât skimming your tips (heâd never, but Carmenâs caught him with his hands in the jar so often that he isnât sure anymore).Â
It really doesnât help that he looks like that.
Youâre shaking, and he worries for a second that itâs because youâre standing in the freezer, but there are tears welling in your eyes and he doesnât want to drag you out to his office when youâre so visibly upset. âIâm sorry,â youâre shaking your head. âPlease donât fire me.â
Carmen frowns. âWhy would I fire you?â
The words seem to tumblr from your mouth without your permission. âI know Iâm not the best waitress, Iâm sure you get lots of complaints about me and I forgot that womanâs dressing and I know nothing about kitchens but Iâm trying, Carm. I promise, and Iâll do better.â Youâre talking so fast that he can barely keep up. Heâs still caught up on the first part.Â
âWait, wait,â he holds a hand up to stop you. âWho told you youâre not a good waitress?â
You sniff, tears fully rolling down your cheeks. Carmen knows heâs rough. Heâs prone to explosions. Carmen is a hurricane, he wreaks havoc on whatever environment heâs in. He sucks in everyone elseâs bullshit, swirls it around and then spits it back out, leaving whatever is left in worse condition than he found it.Â
You were calm. You calmed everyone. If an asshole yelled at Carmen, or Sydney or Ebra, Richie wouldnât even dream of going out there and yelling at the customer. Marcus made you a cake on your birthday and Sydney tries all of her newest recipes on you.Â
The eye of the hurricane.Â
Youâre prattling at this point. â-And that time that I made that guy wait fifteen minutes for a straw, and-â
âHoney,â he doesnât mean to, that slips out without him meaning. âYouâre a great waitress, who gives a shit that guy had to wait for his fucking straw? Who cares, youâreâŠâ he canât think of a way to talk to you. Great feels too impersonal, wonderful feels too intimate. Itâs what you are, though. âYou have nothing to worry about. Youâre⊠everyone loves you. Weâre lucky to- Iâm sure you could get a job at any other restaurant if you wanted. Youâre not a bad waitress.â
Thatâs apparently the wrong thing for him to say. It only makes you cry harder. âPlease donât fire me,â you look pathetic. Crying to your boss while he fires you in the middle of the freezer.Â
Carmen doesnât let that slide for a second longer than he has to. âWhy the fuck would I fire you?â
You donât need to answer. Because Iâm a bad waitress. It hangs in the air like the frosty vapor that flies from his mouth every time he takes a breath.Â
âI swear to fuck, youâre a big part of the reason people come in here,â heâs not lying. He knows his name carries weight, he knows people hear âCarmen Berzattoâs restaurantâ and that brings them in the door a lot of the time. He pulls out his phone, reception is shit but heâs able to google the name of the restaurant.Â
He doesnât have to scroll far down the Google reviews before he finds it. âFood was great, waitress was lovely, made us feel so welcome.â He finds another one. âWaitstaff was on top of it. Two people at surrounding tables smashed glasses and from what I saw one waitress cleaned them both up and still managed to get our appetizers out on time.âÂ
He goes to find another one but stops, looking back up at you. âYouâre not firing me?â You take a step back, dropping your entire body so youâre sitting cross-legged on the floor. He watches you, gauging your reaction, before mirroring you. Your knees are almost touching his.Â
âIâd have to be a fucking moron.â
The silence is deafening.Â
âHey,â Carmen canât bite back the shocked laugh. âThatâs⊠alright. Fine.â
Hearing you laugh makes relief bubbled up inside of him.Â
âI should go back out there,â you nod towards the door.
Carmy shakes his head, knee nudging against yours. âRichieâs got it, Marcus can walk desserts, Sydâs on top of everything. No oneâs gonna hold it against you if you stay here for a bit.â
He stands, hand brushing your shoulder as he moves towards the door. âHave you eaten today?â
You shake your head and he nods. âIâm gonna make you some pasta, okay? Richie can take over for a bit, you take your time in here Iâll be right outside, honey.â He shuts the door and your shoulder burns where he touched it.Â
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Strawberry Wine - Part 1
Pairing: Lee Jihoon (Woozi) x Fem!Reader
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Strangers to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Fake Dating, Smut (not in this part) MDNI!
Synopsis: After breaking off your engagement to your cheating fiancé, you decide to take the planned trip to Paris anyway. A vacation alone with the honeymoon suite all to yourself seems like the perfect distraction. Just that, due to an internal error at the hotel lost soul Jihoon, who still isn't over his first love's death five years ago, is staying in the same honeymoon suite as you.
Warnings (in this part): mentions of cheating, alcohol consumption, angst, probably a not so good description of paris tbh, the word "cock" is mentioned once, slight sexual tension
Word Count: 7.9k
A/N: hi everyone!! this is part one of my story for the world tour collab hostes by @svthub!! check out the masterlist here! this one is a bit of a... beginning, i guess, lol. the real drama and smut and all that will be in part two. but i still think this is a a fun part to get to know our characters! this not beta read and i might edit it later... thanks for reading i hope you enjoy <3 header & divider credit to @okiedokrie!
one; the author
The flash of the camera goes off and youâre almost sure your eyes were closed. The teenage girl next to you smiles brightly and waves at you once more before rushing off to go over to her mother. You lightly smile back and look over to your right where Minghao is giving you a thumbs up. Apparently, so you interpret his gesture, youâre holding up quite well for someone who just caught her fiancĂ©e cheating two weeks ago.Â
Youâre aware that you could have canceled the book signing today. No one would have been mad. But even though your heart is shattered to a million pieces and you donât think youâll ever heal from this hurt - you still need to earn money and make those who give you that money happy. Just sucks that the person you build this with is somewhere on the Bahamas with your biggest rival on the romance book market. Or, well, as your publisher says: your bestest friend on the romance book market. Since youâre both making money, of course. You canât count the times you and her have been sent to events together, not saying a word to each other on the way there and playing happy family the second you are in front of the cameras.Â
Her books werenât even good! Boring and predictable if anyone asked you. Your ex had always agreed with you, even if he was her agent as well as yours. But Jaehyun was slick - he told her the same about your books.Â
âHi, oh my god, I love your books so much! I canât wait for the next one!â Itâs a boy with the brightest and whitest smile you have ever seen and for a second you can forget your sadness.
âThank you so much. What name do you want me to sign?âÂ
The book signing ends about half an hour later. Youâre in the car with Minghao whoâs typing something on his phone as he sits in the backseat with you.Â
âYou did great, you know.â He says, not looking up. His words make your stomach turn uncomfortably even though you know he means well.Â
âThanks,â is your mumbled response, your head slowly turning to look out of the window. Minghao sets down his phone, realizing his words didnât come out the way he wanted them to. He sighs.
âBest friend dearest,â he starts, âyou know what I meant. Considering you have been in your room with no lights on and Adele on repeat for the last few months - you did exceptionally well socializing with people you donât know.â
âItâs my job after all, isnât it?âÂ
âNo, your job is writing brilliant books, Y/N. This is just a bonus. Your books would sell wonderfully even without you doing this.â
Three months ago this would have made your chest fill with pride. Youâd be beaming and agreeing with Minghao, content with your life and what you had made it to be. But now, itâs different.Â
Now, all you feel is ache in your chest. No sense of pride, no smile in sight. No contentment with how your life is going. Joy has been missing in your palette of feelings for a long time.Â
The city lights are what keep you awake. Exhaustion and the feeling of sadness that you have become so used to are close to make you falter, to make you want to go home and put those Adele songs right back on repeat. Itâs not fair, you think. Not fair that your life was ruined this way and you canât get back up. That all youâre able to do is live because you have to, not because you want to. And the closer July 17th comes - the more you feel yourself falling deeper into a hole.Â
Itâs hard to believe that three months ago you were a completely different person. A person who loved to laugh, who had fun game nights with her friends, cooked every day, went for runs in the morning, planned a wedding. You were a person who loved to love. All of this was accompanied by the person you had been sure youâd spend the rest of your life with: Jaehyun. He was tall, handsome, kind. You had met him through work - he had been assigned your agent when you switched publishers. He was your muse. Helped you with your books, made the sales sky rocket with the way he marketed you.Â
For five years he was your everything. In some ways (ways you loathed) he still is. Your whole life revolved around him. Wherever you went - he did too. Whenever you fell - he was there to catch you. Nothing in the world could have ever prepared you for what was going to happen. But then again, when is someone ever prepared to be cheated on by the person they trusted the most in their life?Â
To say it was a shock would be an understatement. Accidentally finding the messages he sent to her on his iPad. Confronting him and seeing his face fall, his expressions change into something you had never thought possible. He looked caught. Mainly because he was. Also because he never thought the truth would come to light. You had been the only one left in the dark. Everyone at the publishing house knew what he was doing. He and her.Â
It wasnât fair, you knew that, but in the beginning you couldnât handle being mad at Jaehyun. Instead you focused all your anger on her, all the hurt you felt. It wasnât like you had particularly liked her before - she was your rival, the person everyone always compared you to. She was younger than you, didnât have as much experience - but she was more successful. At least to an extent. Her books regularly went viral on âbooktokâ, mainly because she wrote them like she worked in a factory. Every couple of months thereâd be a new one - and people ate it up. You, on the other hand, liked to take your time, liked to write stories with captivating characters, with characters people could relate to - fall in love with.Â
Suddenly your biggest rival became the person you hated and wanted to be like the most in the world. To be her would mean to have him. Him, who you still love so much, who still means everything.Â
It is a little different now. 100 days later and you feel like you donât love him as much anymore. Yes, it still hurts like hell and, yes, you want to stay home most of the days. But you donât miss him as much as you used to.Â
âDo you want to grab a drink?â Minghao asks now even though he already knows the answer. Gosh, you wish you could give him a yes. A smile and a yes. Instead, you only present him with the first, stretching out your hand and reaching for his.
âI need to get home, Hao. Today has been a lot.â
Minghao nods slowly, a sad smile on his pretty lips. He understands, he really does. But he also misses his happy best friend. Misses the way your eyes crinkle when you smile wholeheartedly , misses the sound of you honest laugh. No matter how many time will pass, he doesnât think he could ever forgive Jaehyun for what heâs done to you.
Fighting with a french man on the phone at the crack of dawn surely had not been on your agenda for today.Â
âIâm sorry, miss, but the cancellation period ended two weeks ago, there is nothing we can do.âÂ
Itâs too early and you are too tired. He is probably too by now, considering he has been saying this sentence at least five times in the past seven minutes. You pull a hand through your hair and let it drop back onto the mattress after.
âMy wedding isnât happening anymore, and you really wonât let me cancel the honeymoon suite?â Usually, youâd never snap at anyone over the phone - especially custom service personnel, but this is different. What heâs implying means you wonât get any money back from one of the most expensive purchases youâve made. Worst thing about this: you paid for this yourself. Jaehyun had paid the location - which of course could still be canceled. But the freaking hotel stay in Paris of course was set in stone!Â
âI am very sorry, miss. I wish there was more that I could do. Perhaps you can take the trip yourself and enjoy our beautiful honeymoon sui-â
You hang up on him. Itâs not polite, youâre aware. But just the thought of being alone in the suite you were supposed to enjoy with your freshly baked husband⊠no, absolutely not. Then, fine, youâd have to live with having spent thousands of dollars on a hotel suite you wouldnât be able to use.Â
As if life isnât horrible enough already.
When you sit at brunch later that day with Minghao and your mutual friend Mingyu, they both stare at you like youâve just told them you decided to get Jaehyunâs face tattooed on your thigh.Â
âAre you kidding me? You basically get to have a Paris vacation for free for yourself!â Mingyu says, the glass of mimosa he is holding in his hand is almost spilling with the way he moves his arm. You scoff.
âWhat do you mean âfreeâ? I literally paid for it months ago!âÂ
âOkay, and did you already make that money back?â Mingyu continues and raises his brow. You stay silent for a moment.Â
The restaurant Minghao chose is filled with people enjoying the vegan food made from scratch. Your own very delicious avocado toast with a side of fresh fruit and soy-yogurt is laying in front of you, waiting to be eaten. The mimosa Minghao had ordered for you remains untouched.Â
âShe has.â Hao decides to answer for you as he sips from his mug of matcha. You shoot him a glare.
âSo what! Iâm not going to go to Paris by myself when this was supposed to be my honeymoon!â You try to stay quiet, looking from Minghao to Mingyu and back. Judging by their faces, they donât seem to understand the big deal.Â
You envy them. God, how much you wish you could just do it. Go on that already paid for vacation by yourself, not give a single damn about Jaehyun and his new girlfriend. Your heart sinks. Just thinking these words is making you feel like crawling back into bed.Â
Minghao groans and puts his mug back on the table.Â
âY/N,â he starts and his voice sounds more serious than youâve ever heard him talk before - even Mingyu seems startled, âI get it, okay? I get that he hurt you, that he made you believe in something that was never going to work. He is an asshole, if not the biggest asshole walking freely on this earth. But youâre young! Youâre young and you deserve better than this! Keeping to yourself, barely leaving your apartment - your bed, honey, itâs not good for you. I understand that you want to stay away, that the world is a fucking scary place without the person you thought was your person right there next to you,â he grabs your hand over the table, âbut do you know what all of this means? That your person is still out there! That you can still find them! And what better place to start than Paris, the literal city of love!â
He means well. Just like the other night after the book signing. He means well and he wants just whatâs best for you. No one wants you to feel better as much as he does. Then why does it make you so mad that he is asking this of you? That he is calling you out this way?Â
You pull your hand away from his and grab your purse from the free chair next to yours. Both men gawk at you, startled.
âY/N-,â Mingyu tries, but you raise your hand to interrupt him.
âYou get it, Hao? Really? Has your significant other of five years also cheated on you with your biggest rival? Did you also have to cancel a wedding you put hours and hours of work and money into? Because I donât remember this happening to you! So, I would really appreciate it if you gave me the time I need to grieve this relationship and decide for myself when I am ready to get out again!â
Without giving them another look, you storm out of the restaurant. Everything around you is a blurr and you only notice that youâre crying when you reach your car. Cursing to yourself, you move to open your car, tears dripping from your cheeks down onto your shirt. God, what a pathetic little woman. Crying in your car after yelling at your best friends for what? For caring? For only meaning to help?Â
It takes a while before you manage to start the engine and get on the road to drive home. The radio is silent and for a second you wished you could turn off your brain the same way. Just one switch and all thoughts gone. All the self doubts and the hurt, all the thoughts of what-if and the wish to travel back in time and never have you take his iPad.Â
You stop at a red light and wipe away some more tears. You donât dare to look into the mirror and check your make-up.Â
Never finding the iPad, you circle back, if you had never found it, you wouldnât be in this situation. No, youâd most likely still be in a relationship with a man that cheated on you. That didnât love you half as much as he claimed, that didnât deserve the time and care youâd given him.Â
When the light turns green, you continue your way, your thoughts still roaming around the what if. And while your heart yearns for him back, for what you believed you had - your head knows itâs better this way. Jaehyun isnât the one for you, as much as you would have loved him to be, Minghao is right. Itâs just that the thought of starting over with someone new makes you cringe, makes fear rise within you. Someone new to give your heart to and hope they donât break it the way Jae had.Â
Once youâre on the highway you think back about the time you had decided to travel to Paris for your honeymoon. It had been your idea, your wish. Your first ever book, even if it never made it onto a bestseller list or into the mouths of the best romance critics - it was set in Paris. The city of live, the city you decided would become your favorite even though you had never been. Spending two weeks there with the love of your life after becoming his forever, seriously, nothing had ever sounded as wonderful as that.Â
Minghaoâs words ring in your ear. Your person is still out there, he said. And that Paris, as the city of love, would be the perfect place to go look for them. Your knuckles turn white around the steering wheel. You never wanted to spend time in Paris with anyone but Jaehyun.Â
Or maybe, you think as you take the exit leading to your neighborhood, the only Person you need to spend time with in Paris is yourself.Â
two; the lost soul
He never should have listened to Jeonghan. No one should ever listen to Jeonghan. The cab driver is speaking in quick french that Jihoon knows he wouldnât understand even if he spelled out every word for him. Then again, he isnât even sure the driver is talking to him or just about him. Jihoon canât really blame him. After all, he is the stupid American with the stupid big guitar case and a backpack almost bigger than himself.Â
The backseat is hot and Jihoonâs sunglasses do little to keep the sun from blinding him.Â
Paris in the summer sounded better on paper than it does actually experiencing it. Itâs nothing compared to the summer in Arizona, where Jihoon grew up, but having lived in Vermont for a while now, he wasnât used to the burning hot, scorching sun that threatened to give him the sunburn of his life if he didnât re-apply his sunscreen every few hours.Â
Tara had always laughed at him and his easily burned skin. She never burned, no, she got a tan right away, looking beautiful in the rays of sunshine dazzling on her skin like they belonged there.Â
Right now, he misses her more than he has in a while. When he passes the beautiful architecture of his first loveâs favorite city, he smiles even with the sun shining directly into his eyes.Â
In all seriousness, Jihoon doesnât know why he is here. It feels wrong to be here without her, but it also felt like he had to take the invitation from his friend. She would have never forgiven him, if he let this opportunity fly. Visit the city of love, the city she had always dreamt about, he knows as wrong as it feels, itâs the right thing to do.Â
A few minutes later, the cab stops in front of an old looking building. Without saying anything, the driver takes Jihoonâs Euros and drives off after heaving Jihoonâs suitcase out of his trunk.Â
Jihoon looks after the car, his dark hair falling into his forehead. Once the cab takes the next corner, he looks at the building, something stirring in his stomach. This⊠doesnât look like the pictures on AirBnb at all. Quickly, he fishes his phone out of his pocket, happy he booked the data package at the airport back home. Opening his app, he feels like heâs about to throw up his airplane food.
Itâs not there. The apartment is gone from the app, not newly put in under a different name, not just gone because of a glitch. Itâs like it never existed. Jihoon curses, moving his fingers over his screen, calling the customer service only to be met with a french speaking automatic voice that doesnât help him in the slightest.Â
Hanging up again, he stares at his phone for a few seconds. He shouldnât have come. It feels too much like a sign. Maybe he should try changing his flight to this evening, maybe he should try to run after that cab and-
The phone in his hands rings and he quickly picks up.
âHello?â
âJihoonie!â Itâs Jeonghan, the only reason he is in Paris in the first place, âdid you make it to the city of love?â
âYeah, and I wish I didnât,â Jihoon mumbles in response, brushing his hair out of his face.
âWhy? What happened?â Jeonghan does sound concerned, which might be a first.
âMy Airbnb doesnât exist.â
Silence. Jihoon just knows his friend is trying his hardest not to laugh. Oh, to be Yoon Jeonghann and always get entertained by his friendsâ miseries.Â
âJeonghan, this isnât funny, okay? Iâm about to call another cab and get my ass back home.â
âNo! No, you canât go home! Youâre here and Iâm going to make sure these will be two of the most amazing weeks of your life, alright? Look, instead of home, get your ass to my hotel. I think I might have a solution for your problem.â
When Jeonghan texts him the address and Jihoon hails another cab, he doesnât dare to hope that his friend has an actual solution.Â
Perhaps Jihoon should have asked Jeonghan more thoroughly what kind of Hotel he works at. Because this looks very different to the building Jihoon just left. This is art, this is a fancy hotel in the middle of Parisâ most elegant streets, people in expensive clothes walking around Jihoon who has only a backpack and a guitar on his back. Jihoon gapes at the building, words he has read a million times suddenly filling his head, suddenly coming to life.
The façade of the hotel stands proudly on the bustling Parisian street, an exquisite testament to classical elegance and modern charm. The buildingâs cream-colored stonework is adorned with intricate carvings and ornate embellishments, each detail meticulously crafted to perfection. Above the entrance, a grand arch frames a large window, its glass shimmering in the soft light of the early evening.
Striped blue-and-white awnings shade the windows, their cheerful colors contrasting beautifully with the buildingâs stately architecture. Delicate wrought-iron balconies extend from the upper floors, offering glimpses of lush potted plants and inviting chairs, perfect for an intimate evening under the stars.
The entrance is framed by deep blue columns, and a passageway, warm light spills out from within, hinting at the luxurious interior that awaits guests. A pair of elegant lanterns flank the doorway, casting a gentle glow on the stone steps below.
Above the entrance, a crest adorned with elaborate scrollwork and a regal shield stands as a proud emblem of the hotelâs storied history. The name of the hotel is etched in graceful letters, a promise of the enchanting experience that lies within.Â
He doesnât dare to move from where he is standing. Doesnât dare to step foot into the hotel that looks exactly the way he had envisioned the one Tara would always read to him. Goosebumps erupt all over his skin and he swears there are tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. This must be a dream, a different reality, because there is no way Jeonghan works here.Â
But when Jihoon lets his eyes wander over the façade and into one of the magnificent windows - he spots his friend. Spots him on the phone behind the wooden counter, writing something down. He is here and this is real.Â
So, Jihoon slowly moves. One foot before the other, eyes glued to the entrance, nis heart beating in his chest. He feels silly, but he wonders if Tara had seen this as clear as he had back when she had read the book to him over and over again.Â
A welcome warmth meets Jihoon inside. Itâs just as beautiful as the outside, he finds, his stomach turning over once more.Â
The lobby exudes a warm, inviting glow, courtesy of the golden chandeliers that hang from the high ceilings, casting a soft light over the polished marble floors. Rich hues of deep blue and soft gold dominate the color palette, creating a sense of opulence and sophistication. Jeonghan stands behind the mahogany desk, still talking on the phone, still not spotting Jihoon.Â
Jihoon, who feels so insanely out of place in his worn out jeans and the old leather jacket, with his hair unkempt and his eyebrow pierced. He moves over to the front desk, trying his hardest not to care about the stares he is getting from the people who clearly know he doesnât actually belong here.
Jeonghanâs eyes light up when he sees him, a wide smile now on his lips as he holds up a finger as if to tell Jihoon to just be a little more patient. Jihoon carefully puts his hands on the top of the counter, his eyes roaming the lobby again.Â
âOf course, we canât wait to have you back here again so soon, Miss Jones. Have a great day, bye bye!âÂ
Jihoonâs eyes fly over to Jeonghan again when he hears the phone click.Â
âYouâre actually here!â Jeonghanâs smile grows and he moves forward to give Jihoon probably the most awkward hug of his life over the counter. Jihoon laughs at that, patting his friend on the back.Â
âWell, itâs either this or the streets,â he smiles, âyou never told me how⊠grant all of this is.â He gestures with his hands, as if to make sure Jeonghan knows he means the hotel. His blonde haired friend chuckles.
âYeah, I thought it would come off like bragging if I did say so. I never would have heard the end of it from the boys.â
Jihoon nods. He knows exactly what Jeonghan means. Still. He canât shake the feeling that if he had known about this⊠his stomach drops again.
âItâs beautiful.â Is all he eventually says, ignoring the worried look of his friend. Jihoon doesnât know (and Jeonghan will never tell him) but there was a reason he had never mentioned this to him.Â
âThat, it is,â Jeonghan finally responds, wiping the worry off his face and replacing it with a broad smile, âand you will get to live here for the next two weeks!â
âI will what?!â Jihoonâs eyes widen in surprise, âJeonghan, I can barely pay rent at home, what do you-,â
âObviously for free, dummy,â Jeonghan chuckles, âwe have a free suite that has already been paid for, full price.â
Jihoon raises his brows, his hands feeling damp on top of the fancy counter.
âHow come itâs free when itâs fully paid?â He asks.
âWell, there was supposed to be a wedding andâŠ. now there isnât one. They didnât meet the requirements for the full or the partial refund. So, itâs free for the next two weeks since we canât legally double book. You want it?â
It feels a little bit too good to be true, but Jihoon is in no place to turn down Jeonghanâs offer. The little voice in his head is trying to get to him, trying to make him speak the words to himself. It tries to get him to admit that this feels a lot like fate. Like a sign from above, from Tara. He doesnât let it get to him. Heâs not ready for that, and heâs certainly not melancholic enough for thoughts like this - even as a songwriter.Â
âI do, thank you, Han, I honestly donât know what Iâd do without you right now.â
âOh, most certainly sleep on the streets. Find a rat for a friend, or maybe a pigeon. They are crazy over here,â Jeonghan sings as he types something in the computer, scanning one of the key cards he takes from the drawer beneath him. Jihoon watches him with his heartbeat in his ears.Â
âYeah, never been a big fan of rats. Or pigeons.â Jihoon dares to look around the lobby again, seeing all those people living their life, probably never worried about any of the things he worries about. He wasnât lying when he said he has trouble paying his rent. Work hasnât been easy these days.Â
âAaaaand, here we go!â Jeonghan grins brightly, âyour key, Mr. Lee.â He holds it mid air, pulling it back slightly as Jihoon is trying to grab it. The latter gives him a funny look. Jeonghan pouts as he thinks.
âThat rhymes. âYour key, Mr. Leeâ.â Jihoon closes his eyes for a second. Jeonghan chuckles happily.
âWatch out, Iâm coming for your job.â
âWell, stop it and do yours instead,â Jihoon replies, allowing himself to grin back at his friend and take the card from his hands, âwhere is this suite you promised me?â
-
Jeonghan hadnât mentioned what kind of suite this is. There is nothing Jihoon can do but stare at his surroundings with his mouth and backpack dropped, his guitar slowly sliding down his arm.Â
He is in the honeymoon suite. In retrospect, it makes sense. Jeonghan did say a wedding had been canceled.Â
There are three rooms. Right now, Jihoon is standing in the enormous entrance way. Golden and blue like downstairs, with wood accents, a big round table in the center of the room that connected all the different rooms, a centerpiece of flowers as beautiful as a summer day adjoining it. The walls are high and plastered with fine drawing, ornating through all of the hallway and over to the other rooms. Flowers and patterns so elegant Jihoon doesnât know how to even describe them.Â
He feels out of place as much as he feels content. Letting his luggage rest on the floor, he moves into the first room. Itâs a large sitting room, probably as big as his whole apartment back at home. Two couches of rich dark blue; cushions in different colors, some of them reminding Jihoon of the ocean, some of the sky, rich blues and light blues, and then there is the color of dawn, orange and yellow.Â
A majestic cremĂ© colored carpet lays beneath the sofas, a glass table standing between them. On top of it magazine stacks and a glass tray holding what looks like whiskey and two glasses. High windows let the sun shine through and Jihoon spots a balcony leading around the living- and bedroom, holding his breath as he imagines himself out there softly strumming his guitar with a glass of whiskey or wine. His heart warms at the thought of finally having peace. Peace in the city his former lover had loved so much.Â
Next up he walks into the bedroom, a king sized bed greets him with white linen covers and pillows almost as big as his torso. It looks incredibly comfortable and he couldnât wait to lay down and relax after the day heâs had. Golden curtains sway in the wind let in by an opened window, and the view is so poetic he almost feels himself tear up. Quickly, he looks away and instead finds his way into the master bathroom. Itâs all held in gold as well, gold and white for a change, an enormous tub next to a high rain shower behind a glass wall. He sighs.
This is perfect. And he most definitely needs a shower right now.Â
So, he retraces his steps and grabs his luggage, setting everything down next to the bed and letting his guitar rest in the corner of the room. He decides to actually unpack his backpack that probably doesnât even hold as much clothes as he probably needs for this trip (he did think he had a washer, though) and places everything in the large closet opposite the bed.Â
Finding himself humming, Jihoon allows a little bit more of that earlier peace to find place in his head and heart. Perhaps there is no reason for him to be worried - to look for something to go terribly wrong on this trip. Jeonghan is off work by now, and theyâll go catch dinner together, then heâll come back here and maybe watch a movie, fall asleep to the sound of Paris outside his window. He doesnât know what it sounds like just yet, but heâs already excited to find out.Â
Ridding himself of his clothes and feeling another threat of tears when he touches the towels hanging in the bathroom, Jihoon finally lets himself step into the shower and wash all of his worries away.Â
three; the mix-up
You donât think your heart has ever beaten as fast as it does when you walk out the Charles de Gaulle airport and right into the arms of the driver Minghao has arranged for you. Itâs not about the driver or the airport - but where you are.Â
Paris, the city of love, the city you feared to visit after what had happened with Jae. Yet, here you stand. Handing the driver your luggage and fishing for your phone in your purse, texting Minghao you already found your driver and are now on the way to the hotel. It all feels surreal and like youâre going to wake up any second.
Minghao forgave you without hesitation. Hugged you close to his chest and cried with you as you told him you were sorry and that he was right. You needed to do this - needed to face your demons. Together, the two of you had finalized the plans, popping open a bottle of expensive champagne and gossiping about Jaehyun and who he left you for. Little by little, you knew, you would find yourself again. And perhaps Paris was the perfect way to start.Â
The drive from the airport to the hotel was spent staring out the window. First you saw the highway leading from the airport to the city - greenery with trees on each side, all passing by you in a blurr. And then the beautiful streets of Paris. The fine architecture, the elegant bridges over the Seine. Heart warming at the sight of the city you dreamt about so much. Your first ever book had taken place right here, you had let your main characters kiss for the first time right there on that bridge leading from one side of Paris to the other, so close to the Louvre, to the glass pyramid you made them fight and make up all the same, just months apart. The sun is dazzling onto the dark water of the river, light dancing on the surface.Â
The driver comes to a stop in front of the hotel about 45 minutes after your departure from Charles de Gaulle. He holds open the door for you and helps you out of the car, smiling at you warmly and finally getting your bags out of the trunk. You thank him in some broken French and he nods at you before finding his way back to the driverâs seat.Â
One of the bell-boys spot you right when you walk in, their English sounding a bit like your French just now. You thank them and hand over your luggage, letting them help you carry it to the mahogany reception.
It is exactly like you remember it. You had never seen it in person, no. But youâve found this hotel during your research, falling in love with it right away. It was a no-brainer that your honeymoon was to be held here.Â
You felt overwhelmed at the sight of the colors you had tried so hard to bring to paper, at the sound of soft music in the background, at the knowledge this was real and you were gonna stay here for two whole weeks.Â
Finally, you reach the counter where a small man stands and smiles up at you, his hair styled back.
âWelcome, how can I help you?â He says in perfect English and you place your hands on top of the counter.
âHi,â you tell him your name, âI have a reservation.â
The man nods, looking up the reservation and finding it right away. Not marked as checked in, he notes and gives you another big smile.
âIt is wonderful to have you, Miss. Will your husband be joining you?âÂ
You expected as much. While it does hurt a little, having to say these next words, you know itâs a step in the right direction.
âI will be staying here alone, thank you.â
It is more beautiful than you could have imagined and it takes you a whole lot not to start crying. Your luggage gets brought up by the nice bell-boys and you thank them by tipping them each 50 Euros. Their smiles make the loss of the money worthwhile.Â
Once the door closes behind them, you dare to look around. See the beautiful entrance way in all its glory. See the living room in all itâs elegance, the high ceiling and windows, the smaller bedroom with a queen sized bed and a little reading nook, two ceiling high bookshelves standing around a comfortable looking loveseat. This must be what heaven looks like.Â
There is nothing that can wipe that smile off your face. Everything inside you tingles with happy excitement, moving to go look at the master bedroom with the on-suite bathroom you remembered staring at for at least five minutes when you booked the room. Imagining yourself in the enormous bathtub with a glass of champagne and classical music playing, letting all the stress and hurt from the past months fade away with the notes.Â
You donât notice the closet and how there are clothes hanging inside it. Neither do you see the guitar case in the corner of the room. It fascinates you - how your mind tricks you into thinking you already hear the sound of water running, accompanied by humming along to a tune. Magnificent, what the mind can do.Â
When you finally reach for the doorknob to push it down, yanking the door open in one swift move, you realize perhaps your mind isnât as magnificent as you thought.
Jihoon doesnât notice you until you scream. He swirls around, which is inherently a foolish thing to do inside a wet, slippery shower, his eyes widening whe spots you, reacting to your scream by screaming himself. He realizes heâs naked and tries to find something to cover him, taking a step forward to reach for the towel and forgetting there is literally a glass wall separating you two.Â
Watching the man walk face-first into the glass and stumbling back, slipping on the wet floors and falling onto his ass would have made you laugh if it wasnât inside your shower.Â
âWhat the hell!â You yell, turning around so you donât look at the naked man any longer.
âWho are you?!â He yells back and you almost gasp.
âI should ask you that!â
The two of you need to yell because Jihoon has not yet managed to turn the shower off. Only now does he (while rubbing his hurting back) get up, struggling in the process, his hand finding the lever to turn off the water. His nose hurts and his ass and his back.Â
He moves out of the shower without running into glass this time, and wraps one of the soft towels around his waist.Â
âIâm Jihoon,â he finally says. You think youâre suddenly stuck in a really bad movie.
âThat- youâre telling me your name?!â You turn around again, staring at the stranger with disbelief in your eyes.Â
âYou did ask who I was, didnât you?â
For a few moments the two of you continue to stare at each other. With every passing second you notice just how naked he is. Yes, there is a towel around him now, but you certainly did not⊠miss what was under there when you first walked in. As much as you donât want to, your eyes scan the stranger, or well, Jihoon as he told you, stopping at his wet torso, the defined abs and the broad chest. He might be small in height but the rest of him seems⊠big.Â
You swallow.
âIf youâre done checking me out, would you mind telling me why youâre in my room?â
Heat spreads through your body and right into your face, your eyes jumping from his torso to his face.
âYour room? Iâm sorry, this is my room!â
While Jihoon did hit his head, he isnât hurt enough not to understand that youâre most likely telling the truth. But Jeonghan had said the wedding was off⊠that you wouldnât come here. So, why on earth, where you here?
âI- I can explain,â he begins, taking a step forward only for you to take a step backward. He holds out his hand as if to signal he wasnât going to do anything.
âGo right ahead,â you hate that your voice is shaking, but itâs not like it is an everyday occurrence you find a beautiful stranger in your hotel room. If this wasnât your actual life but a book this might have been sexy, might have led to the bed behind you finding the two strangers entangled, giving in to the sexual tension between them. Not that there was any of that in this situation.
âMy friend, Jeonghan, he- he works here. He told me this suite wouldnât be used and so I- well he asked me if I wanted to stay here for my trip after I told him my airbnb didnât actually exist and I needed a, uh, a place to stay.â
You blink at him.
âHe just- he gave you my honeymoon suite for free?
Jihoon swallows.
âWellâŠ,â he thinks a little longer on his answer, âyes. Yes, he did.â
Telling the truth is probably his best bet.Â
You take a deep breath, turning away from him, clenching and unclenching your hands.
âAs you can see, I am here. So, please, find somewhere else to stay.â
Jihoon saw it coming, obviously. It was all too good to be true. Without saying anything else, he walks over to the closet, ready to dress himself. Just that he didnât quite calculate the new luggage now laying in front of the bed.Â
It all seems to happen in slow motion.
Jihoon tripping over your suitcase, his hands desperate trying to find something to hold on to before he falls. As if on reflex, you grab his arm, yanking him up so he doesnât fall flatly on his face, just that you somehow manage to yank him so hard, you fall off balance. With a high pitched squeak, you fall onto the bed, Jihoon landing on top of you, his towel falling off in the process of the fall and save.Â
A naked man is on top of you, brown eyes wide with shock staring into yours. His hands somehow moved right to the sides of your head as if to catch himself from falling even further on top of you.Â
You can feel him. Feel his breath on your face, his skin on yours, his friend against your thigh. More heat rises, your face, your neck, your chest, your core. Itâs bad. This shouldnât be happening right now.Â
The two of you are so engulfed in the moment, you donât even realize when the door opens yet again. When voices you would normally recognize without trouble seem to fail your ears this time. Jihoonâs face so close to yours - way too distracting.
âWhat the fuck?!âÂ
Realization hits you at the same time as recognition and you gasp, your knee coming up, right into Jihoonâs lower parts, a yelp escaping him as he slides off the bed, hands now covering his private area and his face in a grimace of sheer pain.Â
You donât even notice it. Not really, at least. Now itâs not his face thatâs distracting you but the one you used to love for so many years.
âJaehyun?â You whisper. And for a second you think he came here to make amends, to win you back, to get on his knees and apologize - then you spot her walking in, her eyes scanning the room with distaste.Â
âWho is that?â Jaehyun asks and you feel your blood boil.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You ignore his question. He isnât looking at you, but at Jihoon still on the floor.Â
âOh, well, you know. We thought that it would be such a waste to let this suite go to waste,â it is her who answers you now, her deep red manicured hands now curling around Jaehyunâs biceps.Â
This bitch. Your blood starts boiling. Anger makes you see red.Â
âYou brought her here?â You hiss at Jaehyun who has the decency to look guilty at least. You snort. Then, your eyes find Jihoon whoâs still on the ground, Jihoon who is still naked. Jihoon, who desperately needs a place to stay.Â
God knows what makes you do what you do next. Desperation? Foolery? Who knows. But you move to help Jihoon up, grabbing the towel and holding it in front of his lower half.Â
âY/N,â Jaehyun starts but you interrupt him.
âI see that we both had the idea to bring our new partners, or in your case old partner, to the suite we booked together, Jae. But since I was the one who paid for it, I would kindly ask you to leave.â
New partner. Jihoon needs a few seconds before he grasps what you just said.Â
âNew- new what?â He mumbles, but you clear your throat to drown out his voice. Jaehyunâs face is priceless and you donât want the bluff to be uncovered so quickly.
âThat is your new boyfriend?â She asks, her brows raised. You can see that sheâs checking him out - his abs, his cest, his pretty face. It makes your insides turn with hatred and disgust.Â
âGot a problem, Sierra?â You reply, your jaw tense. Her eyes only briefly meet yours.
âOh, absolutely not. Iâm glad to see you finally got out of that moping phase, honey. It really didnât suit you.âÂ
Your grip around the towel tightens.Â
Slowly, Jihoon begins to understand what is going on. Who these people are. There was supposed to be a wedding and a honeymoon, but neither of these happened. You are the bride, or well, were supposed to be the bride. And he, the man you called Jaehyun and who had caused all the color to fade from your face, surely seems to be the groom who⊠never got to be the groom. And judging by the way you reacted to him and her, he guesses the reason the wedding didnât happen was⊠the woman youâd called Sierra.Â
Blinking a few times, Jihoon realized that you were trying to convince him that he was your new boyfriend. That you had brought him here, to this hotel. It was ridiculous and straight out of a bad movie, but somehow⊠even if he didnât know you, he felt like he should help you. And so, he let his arm wrap around your waist, catching you by surprise.Â
âI would kindly ask you to leave us be. You have done enough.â
Your head swirled to look at the man next to you. His stern face and his wet hair. Drops of water sliding down the side of his neck.Â
âHow long has this been going on?â Jaehyun asks, ignoring Jihoonâs request. You turn to look at him again.
âThatâs none of your business. You heard him, Jae. Leave. This isnât your room anymore.â
Another beat of silence falls between the four of you. You try your best to ignore Sierra and cling onto Jihoonâs hand like it was the only saving grace. Perhaps that was true. Holding Jaeâs gaze and trying to calm down your hurting heart, your wishes to throw something at him.Â
âFine. I heard the honeymoon suite in the Hilton is much nicer than this one, baby.â
It is then that you see it. The rings on her finger. Your stomach drops. He married her. Oh, youâre about to throw up. Jihoon seems to notice your change of emotions, quickly clearing his throat.
âGreat. Have fun in Paris then.âÂ
He carefully takes the towel from your hand, wrapping it around him fully again. Then, he looks at you. The overwhelming urge to give you a hug is almost unbearable.
âMaybe,â Jaehyun said, âsince we are both seeing other people and have moved on - we could grab dinner sometime this week. All of us.â
Jihoon sees the way your eyes shake at the suggestion. And he is just about to say no, that thatâs not a good idea, when you push your shoulder back and hold your head high.
âWhat a lovely idea. Weâd love to, isnât that right, baby?â You interlock your fingers with Jihoonâs and he stares at you for just a second, before nodding.
âSure,â he breathes out, looking at Jaehyun and Sierra.Â
It most certainly isnât a lovely idea, he is well aware of that. This whole thing isnât a good idea. But here he is. Holding the hand of a woman he barely met twenty minutes ago. A woman who has seen him naked, a woman who had his half hard cock against the inside of her thigh. A woman he had been closer to than any other in the last five years.Â
No, this wasnât a good idea. This was an awful, horrible idea that could only go so, so wrong.Â
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fall for me â© l.hs
pairing:Â lee heeseung x gn!reader ||Â word count:Â 0.9k genre:Â fluff ||Â warnings:Â blood mention (non-descriptive), swearing synopsis:Â and so you fell, literally and figuratively. all thanks to lee heeseung. note:Â we are back in business bae đȘ this ones a bit of an oldie but i like it + i've been in my hee feels off late >.< anyways i hope y'all enjoy reading it and as always, my ask box is open :]
'Hee. Do we HAVE to do this. You know what happened the last time donât you!?' You pouted as you held hands with Heeseung, who just reassuringly chuckled at you instead of answering your question. You gently bumped into your best friend, indicating that you didnât want your question to go unanswered.Â
'And by âthe last timeâ, do you mean in 4th grade when I specifically told you that I wouldnât be able to skateboard alongside you but you STILL trusted me and tried to skateboard anyway? And then you ended up falling on your sorry butt?' He teased you, earning him a raspberry blown in his face.Â
But you did trust him. You trusted him with your entire life right now, just like you did 7 years ago. You had been best friends with Lee Heeseung practically since forever. You trusted him with anything and everything.Â
Except for one fact. That fact that you were irreversibly in love with him.Â
As you both continued your way to the skate park, you wondered what would happen if you told him. But you didnât have time for those thoughts when Heeseung tugged your head back to reality with a squeeze of your hand.
'Hey. I wonât let what happened the last time happen again okay? Iâve gotten so much better! You trust me, donât you?' His bambi eyes sparkled as he puffed out his chest slightly, knowing it would make you laugh. You giggled, falling right into his tricks. 'Of course I do. Now letâs get skating!!!!'
Soon, you had mastered getting on the skateboard without falling off. Slowly, you learnt how to travel a a short distance without completely face planting on to the concrete. The catch was that you still couldnât do it if you werenât holding Heeseungâs hands. And holding his hands made you extra nervous.Â
Youâd held his hands multiple times. And they always made you felt like you were floating on a cloud. They had always fit right into your hands, no matter how old you grew.Â
'Okay I think I can do it without holding your hands now.' You said as confidence crawled through you. 'You sure? Because if you fall, donât yell at me..â Heeseung was holding both your hands, rubbing thumbs over your knuckles. Just the little action sent a million shivers down your spine.Â
You took a deep breath, 'Yeah. I know if I fall youâll catch me.' You smiled at him convincingly and started to skate.Â
You went an inch. 2 inches. 10 inches. An entire 2 feet. Heeseung jogged behind you the entire time, arms out awkwardly waiting to catch you. 'HEE!!! LOOK!!! Iâm doing it!!!!' You yelled, giggling at your small victory.Â
And then it happened. The board bumped into a small rock, and it sent you flying backwards.Â
You closed your eyes, expecting the hard ground to hit you, to experience cold blood slip out of the back of your head. But it never cameâŠ
Instead you felt a pair of strong arms catch you. You opened your eyes, one at a time, only to be met with Heeseungâs deep brown ones, shining with worry.Â
You scrambled off the skateboard and tightly hugged Heeseungâs waist, attempting to ground yourself. Heeseung gently strokes your hair, resting his hands on your hips.Â
'So⊠I guess you fell for me huh?' Heeseung joked, trying to lighten the mood. Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you said the first thing that came to your mind. 'Yeah. I did.'
Heeseung froze. His hands stopped stroking your hair and his grip on your waist tightened. 'I⊠what did you say?'
'I said yes. I fell for you. I fell for your stupid smile, and your angelic voice, and your bambi eyes, and your soft laugh. I fell for you 3 years ago, when we watched The Little Mermaid and you sang your heart out to âUnder the Seaâ, and I knew then, that I never wanted to leave you. And I fell for you again, a year ago when you let ME decorate your precious skateboard that you donât let anyone touch. I really really REALLY love you but I donât want to loose you as a best friend. So tell me right now if you donât love me back so I can hit you over your the head with the skateboard so you can forget this ever happened.' You spoke in one breath, words muffled as you still had your forehead pressed to Heeseungâs chest.Â
And then you felt vibrations across your head. He was laughing. You had just poured your heart out and he stood their, you in his arms, and he had the audacity to laugh.
Just as you were about to pull away and hit his head with the skateboard, Heeseung hugged you tighter. 'Iâm not as good as you when it comes to confessions, but I love you too. You really think I wouldâve let you decorate my skateboard if I didnât love you, did you?'
He pulled you away from his chest, fingers curled beneath your chin. 'Can I kiss you?' His forehead rested against your while getting breathed out the 4 words you had dreamed about hearing countless times.Â
You wasted no time, quickly pressing your lips against. Just like your hands, they fit like puzzle pieces. Your fingers entwined themselves behind his neck as he pushed you down, deepening the kiss. They trailed up to his pretty pink hair, gently pulling at it to push him back up, noses bumping against each other.Â
You pulled apart, breathless.
'I fucking love you.'Â
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Imagine my surprise hearing a familiar voice on this week's podcast!!!! Congratulations to you!! How did you get that call?!?
Hi Teach!!
Yay, thank you!
Okay, so here's the story --
Three-ish weeks ago, I get a somewhat random message from one of the Scarves and Coffee moderators if I'd be interesting talking to the producer of the podcast. I was kind of -- huh?? The Mod in question, who is a lovely person, doesn't follow me, nor do I know them, so I kind of thought it was a joke at first.
But being curious, I said okay - and she sent the producer my email. The producer replied almost immediately. And, ngl, I was in shock, because I didn't expect to get a reply at all. (Honestly, I think with the strike dragging out as log as it did, they were beginning to get desperate for content. And, idk, maybe Kevin's interest in fanfiction pushed them onto doing it? I have no idea.)
Anyway - we traded a few emails, and then the producer asked if she could call. Ngl, I googled her just to make sure this wasn't a prank. Sure enough - she seemed legit, so I gave her my phone call.
The producer of the show was actually really nice. She was/is a Glee fan, (and probably more in the know than Kevin and Jenna on somethings from what I could tell by our convo.) She asked some basics - like what was my relationship with the show, how/when did I start writing fanfic, those kinds of things.
Interestingly, and in case you're wondering why this happened, I mentioned to her that I wanted to remain somewhat anonymous. Something she didn't know (and obviously K and J didn't either) is that there are legal issues concerning fanfic. Thirty years ago, Anne Rice sued every single fanfic writer she could find. Now, I know things are better, and copyright stuff has changed, but I'm not a lawyer, and I didn't want to take that chance - so I asked if we could only use my name, and I did not give her my social media handles.
The other reason for that, though? I still am one of those people who like to keep their real life and fandom life a little separate. I know all of you guys know a great deal about me, but I'm not ready for Kevin and Jenna's 55 million followers to descend down on me. Nor do I really want them (or other people in my personal life) to know about what's on this blog/or my fanfiction. Also, maybe feeling a little guilty, I have been somewhat critical of the podcast (though I've always tried to maintain resect for K and J) and I really didn't want the producer digging into that, either.
She was super nice about everything though, and we worked it out that no one would see my face, nor would my last name or social media stuff be shared.
Also, interestingly, within that convo -- I learned that Kevin and Jenna still don't feel like people really like them all that much, and were really moved when people sent in voicemails about the podcast. I was also asked not to ask questions about the show -- because they don't remember anything, but I could ask other questions, because they love answering them.
I did have a few questions - but I never had them answered. The interview went by so quickly, and they moved from question to question so quickly that I never got to ask.
She also mentioned they had just finished The First Time podcast. Not really helping myself, I let her know Kurt was my favorite character, and that TFT was one of my favorites. And I said I had hoped they liked it. The producer paused a bit before replying -- stating that they had warmed to the episode as they talked (kind of like Born This Way) but I would like the episode. (Sure, Jan...)
Another thing she said was that the woman who had just aired, the one who stopped watching during season 3, had a lot of negative attention because she didn't watch the show after season 3. She was really grateful that I had watched the whole series and was still active in fandom. Plus, she loved that I run a bookstore.
Anyway - she basically asked if I was available in two days to record (!!!). Luckily I could (and even if I couldn't - I am the boss and could rearrange). I'm guessing not many other people could do the middle of the day on Wednesdays, so I was chosen.
They already had the other two guests ready to go -- and no, I don't know either of them. It's interesting that they even wanted a third person. And this whole thing is really a lot of really dumb luck.
So, two days later, after a lot of thinking, and one zoom meeting with @snarkyhag to make sure my computer worked properly, I was on the call with Kevin and Jenna. Crazy, right??
Honestly - I really was just at the right place at the right time, grateful that someone reached out to me, and that the producer was really desperate for guests, because I don't think the opportunity would have ever come otherwise.
I'll talk a little more about the actual interview in another ask.
Glad you liked it, Teach! <3
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hi, mare!!!! i have no idea if u remember me, lmao, i sent an ask back in february i think! (also i am so incredibly sorry for sending this in general but⊠anywayâŠ)
but, i just wanted to say that you write so incredibly beautifully i actually cannot. i was just like, pacing around in my kitchen doing my maladaptive daydreaming shit when cough syrup came into my mind . specifically that one scene from chapter 28, when cs!ranboo says the sunset is pretty and cs!tubbo tells him heâs also pretty. and i genuinely teared up. that scene is always in the back of my mind itâs so insane. i think it might be something ill think about for a long time, even though i read it for the first time so long ago. i think itâs mainly the way you wrote it. âbeside him, the sun says, âso are you.ââ
something about that like genuinely drives me insane (in a good way, i promise!). i just. it is so small and niche and mundane and probably shouldnât matter this much but i am crying over it. and i am far from a crier, so if youâve gotten me to cry over a single sentence youâve done something incredibly right.
i donât know if youâve heard it a million times, or not at all, but you seriously have a way with writing. just so you know! because you definitely have to know!!!!
anyway⊠sorry for sending a cs ask, (also that it was very long) but!
thank you, once again, for writing this amazing piece. even if it never gets updated again, itâll always be in my heart, i guarantee it lmao
have a good day/night/afternoon <3 (and to anyone reading this)
hi there! i thought i recognized your url somehow, it's nice of you to stop by again! i'm really terrible with answering asks but honestly you are always welcome in my askbox, i like to visualize it as a cosy space
this is such an incredibly meaningful ask to me, my God. i'm so unspeakably glad that you liked that scene and the fact that it stuck with you this long really makes my entire week, honestly. it was a scene i poured a lot of heart into, as i did those two characters in general, and i'm really really grateful that it was received in such a caring way. thank you for giving that scene space in your heart.
i really really appreciate it, thank you. i've been struggling with prose writing lately so hearing that my writing can stick with people means a lot to me. cough syrup feels sacred, like an untouchable thing i've created that i now can't touch after so long of being estranged from its writing, but hearing kind words makes me feel like i can touch it again.
it's a fic i intend to finish, though i realized a few weeks ago it may take me several years to. i've sadly lost all love for that segment of content that became its source- -with no judgement to those who appreciate it, it's just no longer part of my heart (aside from my friends' artistic creations) but cough syrup is still meaningful to me. and honestly hearing that it is still thought fondly of even in 2024 is like earthshatteringly incredible. just a bit ago i remember freaking out over whether cough syrup meant anything and honestly, your kind words reminded me that it does, and it did. and the reason it mattered so much was because of the people like you who appreciated it.
so seriously, thank you. always feel free to send me cs asks -- again, i don't respond very timely but i always will see them. i appreciate you, and i hope you like the next upload, whenever it arrives.
have a delightful day/night/afternoon as well <3
#nightmare.ask#nightmare.cough-syrup#it's easy for me to get discouraged with CS but it's these kinds of comments that make me feel like. okay. i can face this#and in every fathomable way CS was nothing without all of the people who appreciated it#who sunk time into creating for it who commented on it who theorized about it#hopefully updates soon. hopefully soon.
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20221201 | Year-End Beginnings
Content warning: This post contains topics involving mental health and sexual assault.
Itâs never too late to start anew this year. I guess?
It's kind of weird that this seemed like a short year yet a lot of things happened. It was a year of fruitfulness, kind of.
I got my first job as an online data entry contributor and researcher. It was a remote job, and I am good at it. However, i felt like I wanted to try having a job in government research or the food industry. Of course I applied for jobs. I had multiple interviews. I never really got rejection letters but having no updates on the application just meant they didn't push through with me.
I really wish they still sent out letters to all who applied, and for people like me who has been through multiple screenings, I wish they had an honest feedback about my application and credentials.
I did become a Project Assistant for a technology business incubator at a state university in March. These kinds of jobs are on a contract basis and we were not exactly employees of the university. I had the job for around 3 months. I didn't renew my contract. I felt my mental health declining before I decided to hand in my resignation. I don't think it was really a resignation since my contract was up anyway.
I went back home and kept my data entry job. I was being paid a bit higher here anyways and when I'm at home, I wouldn't have to worry about rent, food, and transportation.
My work schedule is also a flexible, so I can do some extra work when I still have extra time during the week.
At the end of July, I joined the 13th National Youth Parliament. I was one of the delegates from our city, as being the Secretary General of the first youth parliament. I made new friends whom I still keep in touch with until now.
In August, just a few days after the NYP, I also participated in the ASEAN Youth Forum's SEAYouth Festival 2022. It was a fun learning experience and it was just amazing hearing from different youth leaders across ASEAN. I was also surprised when I was awarded Best Delegate from the Philippines for my participation, granted I wasn't able to join through speaking since I was also volunteering then, but I did type in my suggestions and proposals in chat and through email. It was a really awesome experience and it's just inspiring how these different voices from different nations are coming together for the betterment of the ASEAN Youth.
I have been working productively on my job, but I was still having doubts about my abilities. I also felt like I am not doing enough when my peers are going on 5-year work anniversaries or going abroad for graduate studies and such.
I have been volunteering at church more. I found a sense of belongingness there. They know what I have been through, my depression and anxiety, how I had to go to counseling and drink my meds. Some of them know how I was sexually assaulted by someone I used to trust when I was in college.
And yet, despite these, I didn't hear any judgment from them. They helped me recover. They made me feel welcome and warm and fuzzy. They celebrate with me even in small wins. They cry with me when appropriate.
I have been active in the music ministry again. I even shared my story to the youth leaders in a university last November. Oh, right! I also turned 26 last November.
Among other things, I wished for a lifetime partner on my birthday. I have had feelings for this person and I am still actively praying for him. But I need to guard my heart, more so now that I hear he's also ready to pursue someone. It's just, I know I should have said something then, but I didn't wanna sound needy or too upfront.
I am still gonna pray for a beautiful love story. One that I won't be afraid to show the world. One that I can write over and over and still not get tired after a million years.
But I do hope it's you. I pray to God that it would be you.
It's the last month of the year. A while ago, I went to the Worship Night at church. I led the worship. I led a prayer for the campus ministry. Oh, right, I am going to lead the group for our scholars at Real Life and I am excited to be meeting them this weekend again for our first official mentoring session. I was thinking of sharing my college testimony as well.
Anyway, tonight we just decided to go have dinner at McDonald's rather than go home earlier. After the meal, we played a bunch of mobile table top games, ending it with the classic Chain Reaction game. I didn't win, but it was fun. We shared a tricycle home, and it took us around 30 minutes to actually go home since we lived in different parts of the city but we had to ask the driver to start with the person who lived the farthest from the city proper.
It was a lot of fun, even though it took some time away from what was supposed to be my work time. But it's fine. I still have the rest of the weekend to do the work.
It's getting late. I'm sure by this time, you're probably sleeping peacefully. You have an early morning tomorrow.
I hope I see you on the weekends.
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Hey! If requests are still open I was wondering if I could request a fluffy fic where reader is having a bad day and Bucky notices and cheers them up? đđ
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pairing: bodyguard!bucky x fem!reader
warnings: anxiety, anxiety attack
tags: grumpy!bucky, bodyguard!bucky, fluffy bucky!!!
A/N: okay i have never written bodyguard!bucky before but i just thought it would be such a sweet concept to see him being softđ„ș
sorry if the ending is kind of badđ i didnât know how to quite wrap it all up, but i hope u enjoy!!!!!!!! <3 i had so much fun writing about bodyguard!bucky!!!!!
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Y/N groaned as her phone alarm went off and hit snooze for the fifth time. She reached her hand out, head facing away and resting on her pillow, fumbling for her phone to turn off the incessant sound. Before she could shut it off, the noise stopped. Y/N turned her head slightly to see a large, dark figure in the corner of her eye. She turned her head fully to see her bodyguard with a frown on his face as he shut her alarm off.
âYour alarm, itâs annoying,â Bucky grumbled. âYou should get up anyways, busy schedule today.â He walked out of the room before she could respond. Super soldier hearing was no joke if he was able to hear her alarm from his bedroom down the hall. Y/N sighed as her face planted into the pillow.
She was not looking forward to the events planned out for the day. During the day, there was a slew of interviews she had, back to back, and at night, a gala she was being forced to attend by her father.
Being the daughter of a wealthy tech tycoon had its perks for sure, but Y/N did not consider all of the press she did as a part of them. She never liked being in the spotlight but was forced to be, a birthright she had. Growing up with her dad, sheâd developed a fascination for tinkering with computers, game consoles, and everything in-between. She spent a lot, practically all of her free time, with her dad when her mom had passed away. Her dad ended up throwing himself into his lifeâs work and she worked with him closely in the beginning, but slowly started to drift apart from him as she started to make a name for herself.
Earlier that week, her dad had sent her a text, informing her that a big announcement would be made at the gala. Big parties and large crowds werenât really her thing, but it seemed like she didnât have the option to avoid this one.
She got ready for the day, walking down to her kitchen to see her bodyguard, Bucky, sitting at the table, reading a book. As soon as he heard her come down the steps, he stood up and put his book away.
âCâmon, weâre already running late,â he mumbled, making his way to the door. Y/N rolled her eyes in response, grabbing a granola bar as she briskly followed behind him.
When her dad became a big name in the world of tech, the last thing Y/N thought she needed was a bodyguard, but her dad felt otherwise. It took one, very close call, of her almost getting mugged for her dad to immediately assign a personal bodyguard for her. She insisted that it was unnecessary, seeing that she was a fully grown adult, but her dad refused, as he was the one paying for Buckyâs salary.
Bucky had always been rather closed off since the beginning, and not much had changed since he was first assigned to her a little over a year ago. He kept their relationship very professional, only speaking when necessary and leaving the room whenever he wasnât needed. She had tried to get him to open up more, learn about his past, but he always shut her questions down by either ignoring her or changing the topic to discussing something work-related. He was an enigma to her, which only left her wanting to solve the mystery that was James Bucky Barnes but couldnât seem to crack the code.
Her first two interviews went smoothly, exactly what she was used to. A couple of questions about her current projects at work, some about her dad sprinkled in, and what she had planned for the future. It was a format she was used to and had come to appreciate, not exactly enjoying being the center of attention. During her last interview, however, she was caught off guard by one of the last questions she was asked.
âI know this might be an awkward question to ask, but I just have to! The people want to know: do you think your dadâs ever going to return to the dating pool?â
Y/N choked on her saliva. She knew her dad was an attractive man, seeing posts on social media of people fawning over him. Although she found it to be very weird and uncomfortable, she just brushed it all aside, not wanting to think about it as it only led to her thinking about the loss of her mom, a sore spot for her.
Y/N cleared her throat and forced out a chuckle. âI think thatâs a question only he can answer, I donât always know whatâs going on in that crazy head of his.â
The interviewer laughed and proceeded to transition into the next segment. Y/N quickly thanked the interviewer and left, Bucky swiftly following behind. He had a feeling that something was off, as Y/N would typically stay behind to chat with the interviewer, crew members, even the service staff, whenever she finished an interview. It was always something he admired about her, how down to earth she remained, despite all of the privileges she had. She went out of her way to thank everyone on set, no matter how small their role might seem. He always told the drivers to pull the car up a little later than originally planned, just so she would have the extra time to talk.
Y/N pushed the doors open, only to find an empty street. She turned around and gave Bucky a curious look.
âSorry, the driver just texted me,â he said, as he sent a text to the driver, telling him to come now. âHeâs running late.â
Y/N nodded and leaned against the wall, looking down to fiddle with her hands. Bucky leaned against the opposite wall, facing her, his arms crossed over his chest.
âYou okay?â
Y/N looked up at Bucky to find a gentle look in his eyes, slightly taken aback at the sight. She always found herself drawn to his piercing blue eyes, but they usually had a colder glint to them. This was a look sheâd never seen before.
âYeah, âm fine,â she replied, averting her gaze down as she felt her cheeks flush at the sight of Buckyâs soft gaze.
The car arrived, cutting off Buckyâs train of thought as he was thinking of what to say to her. For a moment he debated on continuing the conversation in the car but figured she already had a long night ahead of her and didnât want to push any further.
After a quick pit stop back to Y/Nâs place, allowing her to change into an evening gown, the car headed to the venue of the gala. Bucky got out of the car before her, walking around to the other side to open her door. Before she stepped out, Y/N took a deep breath in and exhaled, plastering a fake smile on her face as a surge of flashing lights from cameras greeted her. Bucky watched, seeing her seamlessly transform from Y/N, the girl who needed to set a million alarms before actually waking up, to Y/N, tech extraordinaire, one of the most powerful people in the tech world.
Once they were inside the venue, Bucky stuck to his usual routine. Scope out the exits, look for any potential threats, and make sure Y/N was in his eyesight. Bucky kept close by but also kept his distance. He wanted to make sure that he gave her enough space whenever they were out, knowing that having him around was her dadâs idea and that she wasnât too fond of having security detail in the first place. So he did everything he could to make himself blend in with the crowd, allowing her to roam freely, only following her when she moved out of his line of vision.
Y/N walked around, not knowing a single soul but making polite small talk with the rest of the guests. She became accustomed to knowing how to act at these types of events over the span of her adult life. Food, drinks, more food, home. Crowds made her uneasy, but she always felt calmer when she saw Bucky in her peripheral vision. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but over the last year, he had become a constant source of relief at these public events. Just knowing that he was there if she felt uncomfortable, unsafe, or wanted to leave early made her public outings much more bearable.
âHey, sweetie! Iâm so glad you made it.â Y/N turned around at the sound of her dadâs voice and smiled, moving in to hug him.
âYeah well, you said you had a big announcement, so I figured Iâd stop by,â she joked, eliciting a chuckle from her dad as they pulled away from each other.
âIâm about to make it now,â he started, placing his hands on Y/Nâs shoulders. âAnd I was wondering if you could join me on stage for it? I know thatâs not your thing, but it would mean so much to me, Y/N.â
While she absolutely hated the idea of having to stand in front of thousands of people, she reluctantly nodded. Y/N and her dad had slowly grown apart the past several years, only talking a couple times a month to catch up. With both of their busy schedules, they always seemed to miss each other. Despite their growing apart, she would do anything for her dad, especially if it meant so much to him.
Bucky slowly followed behind, as Y/N and her dad walked up to the stage. Y/N glanced behind her to give a slight smile to Bucky, to which he nodded back. He stood backstage, watching them from behind the curtains.
âHi everyone, thanks so much for coming out tonight,â Y/Nâs dad spoke into the mic. She was standing beside him, hands clasped in front of her, trying to look calm and not totally anxious.
âSince the success of my brand, people have said that I am a man who has everything. And I definitely have a lot to be thankful for, my company, my friends, and most importantly, my daughter.â Her dad extended a hand out to point to Y/N and the crowd cheered. Bucky couldnât help the smile that formed on his lips. Despite his brooding attitude, he had come to grow fond of Y/N, being able to see her for who she truly was. She was smart, witty, and had a heart of gold.
âThe only thing Iâve been missing,â her dad looks down at the ground for a second, before looking back out at the crowd. âIs someone to share it all with.â Y/Nâs smile faltered and felt her stomach drop. She couldnât fully register the words coming out of her dadâs mouth.
âAfter Sarah, my wife had passed, I didnât think I would be able to love again. Until I met Alyssa.â Y/N was frozen in place upon hearing her dadâs confession. Sheâd never heard of anyone named Alyssa during any of their catch-up calls and now he was saying he loved her? Y/N quickly turned as a woman walked out on stage. The woman walked over to her dad and he wrapped one of his arms around her waist before speaking.
âNow I feel complete, now I have everything.â He pulled Y/N to him and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, smiling for the cameras ahead. There were a lot of strategies Y/N had devised over the years to deal with potential unexpected and uncomfortable situations in a composed manner to avoid having a PR nightmare.
She didnât have one for this.
Tearing herself from her dadâs hold, she ran off stage, heading towards the exit that led to the outside. Y/N took in the fresh air, trying to stop her hyperventilating. It wasnât working. Her chest felt tight as she began gasping for air, struggling to take in oxygen.
She was having a panic attack. It was nothing she hadnât experienced before, but it had been so long since sheâd had one. The last time she remembered, was at her momâs funeral.
Her mom. Her dad. Alyssa.
Her thoughts were pushed aside as her vision blurred, her eyes swelling up with tears. Y/N felt like she had no control over her body and shut her eyes, allowing the panic to consume her.
Then, a firm, but gentle, warm feeling in her hands.
Y/N blinked her eyes open to reveal Bucky, standing in front of her. She looked down and saw that it was his hands in hers, holding them tight.
âCan you breathe for me, honey?â
His voice came out in a soft whisper, accompanied by the warmest and welcoming smile. She shook her head, unable to control her quick and rapid breaths. Bucky squeezed her hands a little tighter, rubbing his thumb in small circles on the back of her hand.
âYes you can, just breathe with me, okay?â
He started to breathe in and out slowly and eventually, she was able to follow his lead, deciding to focus on his eyes. There was that look from before the ride to the gala, the gentle look in his eyes. Sheâd always felt that his blue eyes reminded her of stormy seas, but now, now they made her think of the calmness of the ocean in the early morning, waves crashing softly on the shores.
As she regained her composure, she realized sheâd been staring into Buckyâs eyes for, probably, far too long. Bucky felt her tight grip on his hands loosen and reluctantly let go of her hands. He immediately missed the softness of her hands and how small they were in comparison to his much larger, calloused, hands.
âT- Thank you,â she stuttered out, her gaze locked on the ground, as she placed her hands to her sides.
âItâs no problem. I get them too,â he replied. She looked up at him as he clarified. âPanic attacks. PTSD from serving overseas.â
Y/N face drops, her stomach churning at the thought that Bucky had ever experienced panic like she had. She returned her gaze to the ground as a silence washed over them.
âHe didnât tell me about her,â she spoke in a quiet voice. âNever brought her up once. But I guess she must be pretty special for him to do all of this.â
Bucky stood a couple steps in front of her, seeing teardrops fall from her face. She lifted her head up to wipe away her tears, her hands shaking from anxiety. Y/N placed her hands on her face and started to sob.
She was slightly hurt by the idea of her dad loving any other woman than her mom but knew that heâd have to move on eventually. What hurt her the most was the fact that he didnât tell her, not until they were on stage, standing before a crowd of people. It was too much for her to handle and she reached her breaking point.
Buckyâs heart dropped at the sight. He cautiously stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Something his PTSD had taught him was how pressure from a hug could help relax the nervous system and calm him down. He held her firmly in his arms until he felt her breathing slow. She looked up at him, remaining in his embrace, her eyes glassy from crying, nose red and sniffly. Bucky felt his heart skip a beat and immediately pushed the thought away.
âYou wanna leave, honey?â
She nodded in response, staying in his arms for just a second longer before pulling away. Y/N longed for his warm touch, feeling like a child who had their security blanket taken away. It didnât help that it was also cold outside, sending a chill down her spine.
Bucky noticed and shrugged his suit jacket off to wrap around her shoulders. She beamed a smile at him and he smiled back.
The pair walked around the outside of the venue to find the car when they ran into a mob of paparazzi, shouting questions at Y/N about her sudden exit. Like a reflex, she grabbed hold of Buckyâs hand and he gave her a comforting squeeze as he cleared a path towards the car.
Bucky and Y/N were sat next to each other in the car, which was not the typical seating arrangement they usually had, usually sitting on opposite ends of the car. But Y/N hadnât let go of his hand, not quite ready to separate herself from his warmth. Bucky had absolutely no problem with that, mindlessly rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. She felt safe. She always felt safe with Bucky around.
Y/N felt her eyelids become heavy, struggling to keep them open. She was exhausted from her long day, and her panic attack had taken most of her energy away.
Bucky felt a weight on his shoulder and turned his head slightly to see Y/Nâs head resting there. He felt a warmth rush to his cheeks and smiled, resting his head on top of hers.
âThank you for tonight, Bucky,â she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed. âYou always make me feel so safe.â
Bucky felt a surge of tenderness rush through him. That was all he ever wanted to do. He wanted to keep her safe. He kissed her forehead, causing her to snuggle closer to him.
âOf course, honey. Iâm here, always.â
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PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN
y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.
âââ corpse husband x reader âââ soc. media + written fiction! âââ word count: 2.2k âââ â„ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)Â
authorâs note:Â fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!
ultimate masterlist. Â Ò Â myso masterlist Â Ò Â previous. Â Ò Â next.
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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if sheâs dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.Â
Alas, you hope this little chaos youâve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, youâve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your lifeâs a fucking mess.
Your fans arenât the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Raeâs message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didnât find significant others by the time youâre 40, youâll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (âSo Iâm sitting thereâ alludes to Rae, âOn my tittiesâ alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.Â
But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesnât work out, youâll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldnât, though.
Rae was having none of it. She said youâll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to âBoke.â
You leave her for barely a week and sheâs already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.
But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.Â
Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.
Thatâs where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadnât even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.Â
You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesnât help, either. Maybe itâs better he doesnât know that youâre a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read âbabyâ.Â
Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft âHello! Hi hi!â. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - todayâs inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because youâve been listening to Corpseâs song all day.
Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didnât forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldnât have to.
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âI feel like,â You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, âI feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also donât respect men so I donât want to call you guys. Like, so many creatorâs have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--â You canât help snorting, âSo, Iâve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking Iâm gonna name you cockroaches. Because youâre grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!â
Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. Youâre as equally proud as you are disturbed.
âWell, anyway.â Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, âBig dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, itâs cuz Iâm in Brooklyn now. Donât ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I donât plan that far ahead.â
While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.
r u dating sykkuno?
You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you canât exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, âNo, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, Iâm not sure how much Iâll have to repeat this, but, we really arenât, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill thatâd be great.â
the roaches lmao sounds like weâre a sports team
âOh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. Thatâd be cool, I think.â
how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?
âMy parents are actually not disappointed at all!â You say with a cute little smile, âUhm, theyâre both really proud, actually. Theyâre glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesnât exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-â You eye catches a comment, âOh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They donât know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they donât know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--â Youâre grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, â--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. Itâs really cute.Â
can i be adopted by ur parents plz
will you and corpse ever collab?!
You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.
Corpse_Husband: yes.
Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkunoâs own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.
pack it up, sykkuno
More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, youâd like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.Â
âOkay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--â Youâre covering your mouth, giggling, â-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket Iâm turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.â
we are prepared
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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. âWhatâs a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?â you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, âAww, look!â You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, âItâs a baby chicken! Die, bitch.â The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. Youâre cackling by the time the dust settles.
y/n is a child murderer
âRoaches,â You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you canât get over the name, âI think Iâm like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft wonât actually make less hungry in real life.â
take a break and go eat queen <3
âFuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.â
Another twenty minutes trickle by and youâre trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when thereâs a knock on your bedroomâs door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, âMOM!â You scream, âGet OUT of my room Iâm playing Minecraft!â But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you donât manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or itâs some sort of performative dance.Â
âIâm live right now,â You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, âdo you want to say hi?âÂ
The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.Â
âSorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!â
Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. âWhatâs this about?â
âYour pizza came.â
âMy what now?â You echo, confused.
âDominoâs. You ordered pizza?â
âWhat? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--â
Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.
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You decide that itâll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but youâre okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. Itâs a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. âDâaww,â She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, âdonât cry my little raccoon.â
If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, youâd answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000âČs angle. Sent it to Rae.Â
looking hot, her message read.Â
thanks, was all you replied with.
You couldnât just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.
Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.
âThank you for the pizza, it was delicious.â
You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.
âGlad you liked it, baby.â
He was going to be the death of you.
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Summary: Dave and you had been friends for 20 years. You watched him get married to another woman and become a Dad, ignoring the constant heartbreak it was causing you cause you were in love with him. Four months after his death you receive a postcard with cordinates. What would you find?
Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader
Wordcount: 1.1k
Warnings: Angst with a little Fluff
A/N: This was meant to be completely different but here we are. Another writer wednesday <3 @autumnleaves1991-blog & @clydesducktape
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You were doing this. You were really doing this. Why were you doing this?
Shaking your head you killed the engine of your car and breathed in deep.
You are doing this because thereâs only one person who could have send the postcard
You also knew that the person who you thought had sent you the postcard was pronounced dead a little over four months ago and that he would tell you that youâre stupid for driving hours to a lone cabin in the woods without any kind of weapon to defend yourself. You attended his funeral. You watched his wife and daughters grieve for him. You were there when his will was read. You helped Carol and the kids pack the whole house as they moved across the country. You might have stolen one of his shirts just to have something of him for yourself.
You had to give your best acting job to not break completely down when you got the news that Dave York died. The circumstances under which he died were classified. Even for you, which shouldnât be surprising. He had told you he had to take care of someone. Only texting you a âSee you next week, then we can talkâ before he went silent. You didnât think much of it. Having often received messages like this in the past from him.
You and Dave York werenât a couple.
You were in love with him anyways.
But you never acted on it. You were friends, as close as it could get. Having started out together at the academy you knew each other for almost 20 years. You were friends, best friends if you would use the term. He was there for you when your parents died. He was the only constant person in your life. Maybe that was the reason you didnât walk away when he told you he met this woman he wanted to marry. It broke your heart as you attended the wedding, watching him marry another woman. Yet you were happy for him. He deserved to be happy.
But you did too.
You grew to live with the constant heartbreak, finding yourself unable to move on from him. You werenât strong enough to move on, to find someone new, so you stayed.
Years and years you watched him become a husband, then a father until he told you one day that he thinks that he might have made a mistake all these years back. That maybe he only got married because Carol had been pregnant already and it was the right thing to do.
He had looked at you, utterly defeated, confessing that he hadnât been happy in a long time and that he knew how much pain he had caused you.
He knew. Of course he knew about your feelings for him. He had known all along.
Yet you never had found the time to talk more about it. Because 10 days after this conversation he was dead.
Which you made peace with until yesterday when you received a postcard from your not existing brother being sorry for not being in touch for so long. You recognized the numbers under your name as coordinates.
The only time you received a postcard from your brother before was when Dave had to go silent for months and he wanted to let you know that heâs okay.
And this was how you found yourself here. Sitting in your car in a driveway of a cabin in the woods. It wouldnât be so creepy if it wasnât just before sunrise and foggy like straight out of a horror movie.
You could see the light on inside and it wasnât long before you saw the door being opened and someone stepping out.
Deep down a part of you knew. It sounded weird, but you could feel that he was still alive. Yet you didnât let yourself believe. Because you couldnât take the disappointment if he never showed up again.
But there he was.
Dave York in the flesh. Standing on the porch of the small cabin in the woods in nothing more than sweatpants and a white shirt. Your vision got blurry, as you took deep breaths to calm yourself. You had imagined this moment in your dreams. Dreams where Dave was alive and happy. And you were with him.
You closed your eyes before you opened the door and got out of the car.
It was cold outside. The forecast warned of a blizzard which is why you packed a little bag, not knowing what would wait for you once you followed the coordinates.
Pulling your coat closer around yourself, you slowly walked towards the cabin. The closer you got, the calmer you felt. It was him. It really was. He looked like you remembered him.
Almost.
You could see a big scar where once his eye was, hidden by a big black patch. You walked up the stairs, your eyes still fixed on the man waiting. You stopped in front of him and suddenly everything felt into place. The familiar yet unique smell you once described as a perfect winter morning hitting your nose, you had grown to love whenever Dave was around.
He just stood there as if the last months hadnât happened. You felt a million different things, frozen to the spot for what felt like hours.
âI hope you would makeâŠâ he began to speak. You stopped him, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips to his, kissing him like you had imagined so many times before, just once, not caring for the consequences. There was this moment you were scared he would push you away when he didnât respond. It only lasted a second before you felt his strong arms pulling you closer and his lips moving against yours. You parted your lips for him, wanting to feel him closer. So much closer, moaning softly when you felt his tongue dance with yours. You shivered, but it wasnât from the cold breeze as you melted against him. Parting from your lips he rested his forehead against yours, breathing deeply.
âIâm sorry,â you both whispered at the same time.
âI shouldnât have done that,â you continued and saw him look at you confused.
âYouâre married⊠I shouldnât⊠But I missed you Dave, so fucking much. IâŠâ
âIâm dead. Dave York doesnât exist anymore.â
âBut your wife and kidsâŠâ
âMy wife is already dating someone new and my kids⊠they are happy. Thatâs whatâs most important.â
âAnd you?â
âI want to be happy too,â he whispered before he kissed you again.
#writer wednesday#my writing#Dave York#dave york x f!reader#pedro pascal#dave york x fem!reader#fanfiction#fanfic#fan fiction
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One would think that after a relationship as long as yours, 4 years of dating and 2- almost 3 years of marriage, that there would only be little things left to learn about each other. Like waking up earlier than your husband, Kun, and discovering that he sleeps with one leg hanging off the bed or that he regularly goes through his texts and manually deletes conversations that happened more than two months ago. But there are also things in this time that should just be known due to how long youâve been together. Like Kun knows that you you have to wet your toothbrush twice before brushing your teeth and Kun has made it clear to you that you do not make anything, tea or ramen or anything else, unless the water is boiling nearly over the pot.
Then are things like this, that he chooses to ignore even when you remind him almost weekly. You had sent him a simple text, asking him to simply reply with anything that he may have forgotten to add to the grocery list because you were on your way there. Upon walking into the store with your cart and list in hand, ready to tackle this and get back home, your phone rang. Of course, a call from Kun.Â
A simple, day-to-day conversation, greetings, polite formalities and then, âI think I added everything I needed on the list.â This man.
You sighed, shaking off the mild annoyance of the call, something that could have so easily been handled with a âCanât think of anything elseâ text.Â
Later, when you got home and had time to clean up around the house a little more and put the groceries away, your mind wandered back to Kun, who was going to be working all day. You of course know that he has the horrible habit of focusing too much on the work and neglecting himself. You send him a text asking him what he wants for lunch, knowing that even if he sees it in a few hours, heâll at least still be eating lunch before he comes home later in the evening.Â
You send him a text, as to not interrupt any work he has going on, asking him what he feels like eating so you can take it to him when heâs ready.Â
Twenty minutes later your phone starts vibrating much more than it would from any text or notification, this would mean that your lovely husband is calling. It sounds like heâs panting a bit, they must be learning a new dance today, as he answers, âI really want some Thai food from that place we got a few weeks ago, whatever you get is fine with me.â
Then the loud and chaotic voices of his members all asking if you could bring them food and their own orders. âTell them to text, and I mean text me their orders. I donât want a million separate calls.â
âOf course, I love you. See you soon.â Kun replies. Within a minute you have every order texted to you, minus of course your husbandâs.
Walking into the building, you make your way up to their dance studio with arms filled with bags of food. âIâm here!â You call out when you finally see them.Â
They crowd around you, arms reaching for the food and thanking you. Kun wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple and thanks you quietly. He leads you away from the rest of the guys who are bickering over a plate of rice and some napkins. You both settle down on the floor, leaning against the wall while you share the dishes in front of you. You make conversation while you ask each other about your days.Â
You chuckle before you once again bring up, âYou know every time you called me today could have been answered with quick text.â
âBut isnât it just more to the point with a call?â He replies.
âNothing you called me about needed to be explained, a simple text would have been fine. Like, if you had just right off the bat told me you wanted Thai, then I wouldnât have had to hear them yelling their food orders right in my ear. It was so much easier with a text. Plus, you know I hate making calls.â
âTexting just seems so insincere. If I call you then I can hear you and see what mood youâre in and I can tell if sound tired or sick.â
âYou say that every time, and we see each other every morning so you know if Iâm tired or sick anyway. I understand when you go on tour or do promotions but we even had breakfast together this morning, you know how I am today. I donât want you getting sick of me already.â You reply.
Kun looks almost offended before he responds, âI could never get sick of you, why would you say that? Weâre stuck with each other forever. I call you because I love hearing your voice and I love you.â
You soften immediately, reaching your hand out to grab his own. He was just so romantic and lovely sometimes, heâs amazing. âI canât even stay mad at you even when you know I hate talking on the phone. Almost 7 years and your sweet talking still works on me.âÂ
âYou guys are disgusting.â
âYeah, if my husband called me instead of texting me back, Iâd get a divorce.â
âSeriously, how are you not sick of him?â
âWould you guys shut up? Didnât you just get free food? Must you complain about everything?â You and Kun angrily respond.
âThey remind me of my parents.â
Kun sighs, âPlease donât start that again.â
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A/N: I got this from a prompt generator! I hope you enjoyed!
#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#kpop reactions#kpop au#kun scenarios#kun blurbs#kun imagines#kun fluff#kun timestamps#kun x reader#nct#wayv#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct scenarios#nct blurbs#nct timestamps#nct x reader#wayv imagines#wayv fluff#wayv scenarios#wayv blurbs#wayv timestamps#wayv x reader
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Im actually unsure if ive sent a request already (if i did im sorry i have1 terrible memory T-T;;)
But if not would it be okay to request for an GN! MC who the brothers realize was a big idol back in the human world but they never said that to them? Like maybe they found through magazines or internet or smth?
Hope this is okay and have a good day!!
Awww honey don't apologize! Also thank you so much for the request! You have an amazing day too!
This is such a interesting and hilarious ask!This is going to be super fun to write hehehe :3
(Oh and just a general fact for anyone who comes across my blog I try to always make my MC gender neutral unless a specific gender is requested.)
Lucifer
Lucifer: For some reason there have been a lot of attempts to summon me from the human realm.
MC: Oh? That really works?
Lucifer: Well not always but we occasionally they get it right. But that's the not the issue here.
MC: Oh did they ask for something weird?
Lucifer: I got 22 summons. 18 of them had your name in their demands. And I checked their identities, they are not related to you, in any way. Mind explaining what's going on?
MC: *embarassed* I was slightly drunk on stage one day and might have told the people as a joke that if I ever went missing, they could try asking the devil for me.
Lucifer: Your people? Do you have cult up there?
MC: Well cult is a strong word. Fanbase is the more commonly used term...
Lucifer: How many people?
MC: Um...
Lucifer: How many more times will I be summoned MC?
MC: Um a few million times?
Lucifer: *exasperated dad noises*
Mammon
Mammon: MC what is net worth?
MC: Eh I'm not sure but maybe sum of assets or something
Mammon: YOU HAVE 20 MILLION WORTH OF ASSETS?
MC: Ah well I don't really accept it as mine cause there's a lot of people involved so I signed it over to my parents anyway.
Mammon: BUT HOW DO YOU HAVE THE ASSETS?
MC: 5 years worth of good record and merch sells are enough for it suppose?
Mammon: Records...MC you were a famous singer in the human world?!
MC: Ah well idol is what they called us. We had to dance a lot too.
Mammon: HOW COME NONE OF US KNEW THIS?! MC THIS IS HUGE WE CAN EVEN MARKET YOUR SKILLS HERE AND WE WILL BE RICH!
MC: *sigh*....this is why none of you knew.
Leviathan
Levi: MC can I tell you something strange?
MC: How strange are we talking?
Levi: Like when I saw you for the first time, you looked awfully familiar.
MC: Ah do I resemble some character you like?
Levi: An idol actually. There was this human world group that was a big hit for five years! But then they disbanded two years ago. You look like my favourite one. *Pointing to old poster*
MC: *looks at themself in ridiculous blue hair* Ahahhaa thanks Levi although I gotta admit that is my least favourite look.
Levi: You even have the same name as them it's almost uncanny- wait. Did you say 'MY least favourite look'?
MC: Guilty as charged....
Levi: YOU'RE ACTUALLY MC! THE MC! THE IDOL MC! *falls on the ground*
MC: Levi you okay?! Calm down it's-
Levi: MC IS IN MY ROOM!? MC IS SITTING NEXT TO ME?! MC IS LIVING IN THE SAME HOUSE AS ME!? MC GOES TO MY SCHOOL!? MC IS MY BEST FRIEND?!
MC: Yes Levi...Yes to all of them now calm down please! You're going to have heart attack!
Satan
Satan: MC come here for a minute would you?
MC: Yes, Satan?
Satan: So I tried to procure some human world magazines for Asmo and ended up going through them myself and *flips to a page and pointing towards an old picture of you* by any chance is this you?
MC: Haha didn't expect you to recognize me with that get up.
Satan: So when were you going to tell us you're about your fame in the human world?
MC: Does it even matter? It has been two years since I've last been on stage I'm sure people have forgotten now.
Satan: The recent article disagrees. *Reads from magazine* "MC hasn't been active in any of their social media accounts recently. While they did tend to go on long breaks of inactivity, this hiatus has been stretching for 5 months. They haven't even appeared in any of their fellow member's pictures either. An interview with one of the members said, 'They haven't even been answering texts nor calls. Their parents tell us they've gone away for a while but won't tell us where."
MC: Jesus I leave for six months and they make a whole mystery novel about me.
Satan: Well it's rather fun to keep the people on their toes. I can think of ways to fuel this fire.
MC: Satan no-
Asmodeus
Asmo: *comes running into your room* MC! How could you not tell me!?
MC: Eh? Tell you what?
Asmo: That you had a partner in the human world already?! And that you both are a FAMOUS POWER COUPLE!?
MC: Eh? Who said I was-
Asmo: Don't you lie to me! *holds up an edit playing on his phone* Look at these two people under the same umbrella! You're the one holding it aren't you!? Who are they MC? Do you love them more than me?!
MC: *sigh* No Asmo, they're just a friend who liked to screw with the paparazzi. And the paparazzi was over eager with us cause a lot of people loved shipping us.
Asmo: And why were you shipped with them?! I'm clearly a better match!
MC: *scratches head* Ah probably I used to pull too many pranks with them on stage and we were given a lot of duets and dances together.
Asmo: Stage? Duets? Dances? MC ...were you an IDOL?!
MC: ....yes?
Asmo: *squealing* WAIT TILL I MAKE YOU BECOME AN IDOL HERE TOO ALONG WITH ME SO PEOPLE WILL SHIP US INSTEAD!
Beelzebub
Beel: MC I heard from the others that you used to be a famous idol.
MC: Ah they told you too? Atleast your reaction is much calmer.
Beel: I heard famous people get lots of gifts from fans! Including snacks and candy!
MC: Haha we did. Only we weren't allowed to eat them.
Beel: ...but it's your gift. Of course you're allowed to eat them?!
MC: *sigh* Being in a idol group meant having to maintain your looks at all times. And weight was a big issue. I remember during tours we only had to live off apples, cucumbers and pea soup for a week.
Beel: That doesn't sound nice at all. *sad Beel noises* Here MC. *gives you half his sandwich* You can eat as much as you like here!
MC: Thank you so much, Beel.
Belphegor
Belphie: Did you get enough sleep being an idol and all? Beel told me you used to be one.
MC: Between late night practices and early morning workouts? I managed on three hours of sleep.
Belphie: That's less than half the ideal amount for humans.
MC: Ah well all of us needed to be perfect with the performance or we'd be screamed at or worse suspended.
Belphie: Performance for people who only need to see your face to start screaming. So much wasted energy. It's good that you left. Adoration from a bunch of strangers isn't worth losing sleep.
MC: I know right? It is nice to have a lot of people love you maybe but if I can't even be awake enough to appreciate them... what's the point?
Belphie: Come here. *wraps you up in his blanket* I help you catch up on the years of sleep you've missed.
MC; Thanks, Belphie.
#obey me headcannons#obey me Lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me beel#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me belphie#obey me fluff#obey me levi#obey me imagine#obey me game#obey me x mc#obey me mc is an idol#obey me idol mc#obey me gn! mc
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Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)
Request:Â alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ âShyâ by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think itâs cute since sheâs an introvert and that it would be fitting
Authorâs Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehogâ
Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest.Â
God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didnât want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didnât want to lose her best friend. That would really suck.Â
But she wasnât afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didnât value you, and you always ended up hurt.Â
This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldnât leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didnât know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal. Â
She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. âHey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!â
âHmmâ You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen.Â
âWell, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!â
âNo, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,â You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman.Â
Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia.Â
âThen Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesnât change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.âÂ
âItâs kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, theyâre all so different from each other,â You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didnât say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldnât dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around).Â
âWomanâs efficient,â Alyssa shrugged. âNo reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.âÂ
âAt least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,â You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasnât your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK.Â
âDarling, considering youâre one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, Iâd say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.âÂ
âHey! Savannah wasnât a bad choice, just bad timing,â You huffed indignantly.Â
âSo that would be one out ofâŠ. How many bad relationships?âÂ
âAt least one for every Taylor Swift album,âÂ
âOkay, hereâs a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,â Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. âWannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your⊠Drew?â
âYou already know the answer to that question,â you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration.Â
Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran.Â
The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.
âKristie was my Haunted,â you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. âAt least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.âÂ
âArenât the two of you friends now?â Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest.Â
You nodded with a small smile. âHmm, we are much better off that way anyway.âÂ
âI bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,â Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone.Â
You playfully snatched it away from her. âWhoâs to say I wasnât going to choose I knew you were trouble?â You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response.Â
âI can tell you who that is too if you like,â Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue.Â
âAlright, Iâll bite. Who?âÂ
âYou definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,âÂ
âI was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,âÂ
âIâm sure the distance didnât help.â With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart.Â
âMaybe,â you hummed, noncommittally.Â
âOkay, so for Reputation. Iâm thinking Donât Blame Me,âÂ
âYou did go a bit crazy for JaneâŠâ Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didnât. You sunburned like nobody's business.Â
âOh come on. You just didnât like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!â You argued.Â
âIt was 3 months Y/n,â She deadpanned.Â
âI was in a wlw relationship. Thatâs like practically three years, itâs not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.âÂ
Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. âDidnât you have one of those the first time we met?âÂ
âYeah, because I wasnât moving into my college apartment without any furniture!â
âWhatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?â She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly.Â
âI think you skipped an album,â you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssaâs favorite albums. âBut, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.âÂ
âAh, our favorite squirrel,â Alyssaâs lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now.Â
âWe were just too young and dumb,â you said, smiling. âWe had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasnât anything romantic there.â
âIâm sorry it didnât work out,â Alyssa said, like a liar.Â
âIâm not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,â You snorted with the shake of your head. âAnd at least she wasnât afraid of the world knowing we were together,âÂ
âWell, yeah,â Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. â Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.âÂ
âI take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesnât count,â You huffed.Â
âIâm kidding! Iâm kidding. I know you didnât kill any of your significant others,â Alyssa said, laughing. âThough if you listened to the song you would know thatâs my job⊠â
âAlex was my Champagne Problems,â You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasnât straight.Â
You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldnât take the hiding anymore.Â
âYou did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.â
âShe cheated on me with Serv. She doesnât get a pass,â You grumbled, crossing your arms.Â
âIâm pretty sure you were on a break dear,â Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a âbreakâ but not officially breaking up didnât seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. âBUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?â
Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. âThe only person who hasnât ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.âÂ
Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. âI mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And youâre the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I canât help it if theyâre all great for dancing.â
âYou can dance to anything. Iâm pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.â You giggled.Â
âThe only person I dance with is you, Y/n,â Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. âI donât want to dance if Iâm not dancing with you.âÂ
âIâd dance with you in a storm in my best dress,âÂ
âI have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else⊠Iâve loved you for three years now and I couldnât bear it.âÂ
The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe thatâs why you had so many bad relationships).Â
âKiss me,â you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level.Â
âThatâs not a Taylor swift Lyric,â Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?
âBaby just say yes,â You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. âPlease kiss me.â
âYes,â was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you.Â
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Hi! I hope youâll answer this question bc it bothers me quite a lot.. https://www.quora.com/What-does-it-mean-now-that-BTS-are-partial-owners-of-Big-Hit-Entertainment do you think it is true what the second person (Christine Herman) said? After reading this, i started to wonderâŠwhat if BTS does really have only profit in mind while doing new projects these days? Maybe they donât really care anymore about creative and meaningful lyrics and sound? With Butter and PTDâŠall this generic music sung in English. Of course they say âwe wanted to make fans feel goodâ, âbutter and ptd represent who we areâ and all these things fans want to hear but.. do you really think itâs true? moreover, donât get me wrong, i donât find product placement in their reality shows as something terrible, i believe this is a normal thing, however, nowadays the members really film ads and do marketing a lot. so yeah, for some reason i began to question their integrity dhsjjss i hope you will understand from where my concerns come from and wonât find this ask stupid sjdjjdjd
After reading that persons answer I can immediately tell you that I basically don't agree with an overwhelming majority of what she said (even more so since a lot of it just makes her sound like a manti that hates the company and basically would want them to make music for free or something). Generally I donât agree with most of the opinions this person holds, and also Quora really isnât a good source for info or good opinions, most of it is written by mantis, haters, and toxic shippers with an agenda so most ARMY will tell you to stay as far away from that website as possible.
Anyway, her focus in that answer was on money, since BTS are shareholders (and how thatâs a conflict of interest despite other artists doing the exact thing but no one really cares or ever thinks about it), but what she failed to consider and note was that Big Hit Music, so BTS' label, isn't part of HYBE in the sense that shareholding has no baring on it since BHM is private. So while BTS profit off of HYBE doing well, and have a small percentage of a voice as shareholders, that has nothing to do with BHM in the classical sense, even if BHM's earnings reflect well on HYBE numbers and the shareholder money.Â
BHM was made private to ensure their artistry would remain untouched, that was the whole point of that.
Even if they weren't HYBE shareholders, take Namjoon as example. He has more than 170 KOMCA credits, is among the top 3 Korean artists with the most credits and is also the youngest of them all. It is said that his earnings from that alone can sustain his family for 3 generations over. Look at Hobi and Chicken Noodle Soup, that song was a hit and he paid the original creator of that song 2 million dollars upfront and earned a lot back due to how successful it was. Same goes for Hope World which, again, was and is still immensely successful. Look at Yoongi and his work both as prod. SUGA, featuring artist SUGA, and as Agust D, as well as the credits he holds for his work on BTS songs (giving him as well a total of over 100 KOMCA credits, just like Hobi). Bangtan have worked and continue to work extremely hard for their music, put their heart and souls into it, and it shows even if their style changed as they grew older and more mature.
Yes, money is a major motivator, but looking at the above paragraph, do you really peg the members as these corrupt money hungry sellouts with no music related integrity? Who would need to sign major deals and would throw away their passion to just release empty shells of music for the sole reason of money? Am I naive enough to believe that they don't care about money? Of course not, we live in a capitalist society and even if BTS wouldn't care about money anymore at this point, HYBE very much does, and yet still I can't find it in me to agree with any of what was said in that answer that person wrote.
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And that point about how Hyundai cars were sold out because of BTS, isn't that the point why literally any company ever hires celebrities to advertise and endorse their product? And sure, again, I'm certain they earned a lot on these deals, they aren't the first or last or only ones in the history of ever to do so. Besides, look at JK and what he's done for small companies, or Tae who wore a brooch made my a small creator at the airport which catapulted that creator into the eyes of millions of ARMYs enough so that they could move to a proper studio and earn money with their work. Or the modern hanboks JK wore which led to the brand being able to move into actual stores in malls because of their sudden new popularity and demand. Or him wearing a bracelet that helps whales with a percentage of the money from the sales of said bracelet. And for all of that JK and Tae didn't earn any money at all. JK himself said that he's more conscious of the brand he wears now because he wants to help smaller businesses in these trying times, not because they pay him to do so (especially since they would never be able to afford that), but because he's aware of the influence he has and how he can use it to help others. Sound very much like a capitalistic villain, right?
As for the product placement bit, have you been on YouTube recently? Have you noticed that many, if not most, YouTube videos by âbiggerâ creators (and by that I mean even people who are around the 100k subscriber mark) begin with them thanking whoever sponsored that particular video and give you a scripted minute to two minute long ad before getting into the actual topic of the video? And In The SOOP featuring Chilsung Cider, FILA clothes and the random mention of how good Samsung phones are isnât much different from it, though really, if youâre not someone interested in fashion much, would you really notice or care that they wore FILA? Itâs just...clothes? If it werenât a BTS related show, would you even notice it much? And itâs not even like they mentioned those brands every five minutes or anything, just a few times, which sure sounded a bit out of place at times, but personally I thought it was easy to look past. Thatâs just how things work nowadays and itâs odd for people to behave like somehow BTS are the first and only ones to use product placements despite literally every movie and show doing it in subtle and less so manners.
The answer by that person you sent also mentioned the Hyundai song for their car IONIQ and, unsurprisingly, that person wrote it off as just some commercial jingle but Iâd actually disagree with that. Not to sound like a Hyundai and Samsung stan, which I am neither of, but I actually think those two knew best how to utilize the artist they have spent millions on signing a deal with. Hyundai didnât just write them off as pretty faces with a millions strong fan army behind them and thatâs it, they remembered that they are musicians so they gave them a song and made a whole music video for it as well. And say what you will, it is a good song. Then, just a few days ago, Samsung stepped up their game and we were given Over The Horizon Prod by SUGA of BTS. For those who arenât Samsung users, Over The Horizon is their signature ringtone and basically their company sound, and over the years different artists were asked to make their own version of it. And this time they reached out to Yoongi and asked if heâd like to do it as well. Itâs kind of a big deal. Sure, Butter is used in one of their commercials much the way Dynamite was last year, but thatâs beside the point. Would that person make the same claim about Imagine Dragons whose song Believer is also part of the ads for the new Samsung phones? I have my doubts.
Furthermore, and I don't want this to come across as mean toward you but, I think it is uncalled for to question their artistic integrity based on a total of 3 (three) English songs when last year alone we received 50+ songs, most of which were in Korean, among them the entirety of BE which was, according to the members, the album they were most involved in ever when it comes to both music and everything around it.
You can dislike their English songs, thatâs more than fine, they have a very extensive discography you can listen to instead, but questioning their integrity based on them doing something that most, if not every, artist on their level does (as in sign ad deals with brands etc) is a bit much if you ask me. Does that mean indie artists whose songs get picked up for commercials (or for Netflix shows or movies) and thus it catapults them into the mainstream are also just money hungry people with no integrity and ones who donât care about their music? Or is that, again, just a standard Bangtan is held to (as in that their integrity is questioned based on everything, even the most trivial/normal things) that only applies to them and no one else?
In the recent Weverse Magazine article about how Permission to Dance came to be there is a lot of talk about not only that song but also Butter and Dynamite, among the things being discussed and talked about they mentioned how the original lyrics for Butter were much more materialistic but that the members didn't like that so they asked for that to be changed. Likewise the original lyrics for Permission to Dance, as you'd expect from the penmanship of Ed Sheeran, were much more romantic, almost proposal like, which wasn't what the members wanted either so it was, again, adjusted in a way that would fit what they, as well as the A&R team, wanted. While you may not like these songs, they still had a say in them to a certain degree, could say yes or no and ask for adjustments. Why else would PTD take eight months?
While they might outsource their English songs, their main focus, so their Korean (as well as Japanese) discography is still centered around them, their lyrics, their songs, their sound. Of course youâll also find outside producers and some lyricists on those as well, because thatâs how music works these days, as in collaboratively, that doesnât change anything at large. Their integrity is still very much there, their hearts are still in it, what other reason would any of them have to say that they want to continue for a long time, for Yoongi to say they want to figure out how to make their career last as long as possible, for JK to say that he wants to sing forever?
Admin 2 also wanted me to add that in their opinion, to a certain degree (though not fully of course), their English songs are like a way to laugh at and expose how shallow the English-centric music industry is. As in, while they made music in Korean with deep and meaningful lyrics, the US industry didnât care but once they switched to easy to listen to sound with easy to understand English lyrics, they suddenly paid attention, are played on the radio, and even received a Grammy nomination which they wouldnât have gotten for a Korean song ( A1: regardless how much Black Swan or Spring Day really wouldâve deserved it...).Â
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 Summary/Request: So Jacob Markstrom idea for whenever youâre ready. Because I am simple and just love the idea I would love to see how you would write friends to lovers but where Jacob has known for a while that he wanted more but the reader is much slower to come to a realization. Like maybe she realizes when someone makes a comment about how they are such  a cute couple or something.
 Warning: Google Translate, fluff, maybe some language?
 Authorâs Note: For some reason, this GIF doesnât come up in the GIF search but I love it too much not to use, so I believe itâs from @droppedglovesâ and I want to thank them for it. Itâs beautiful, thank you. Fun fact: I forgot what the âplanâ was after I wrote âhereâs the planâ because I had to save it as a draft and do other stuff đđ Iâm not super familiar with Markstrom, so I had to spend a good full day scrolling through YouTube to watch videos and interviews of him to get a sense of his personality so I could figure out how I wanted to write him and, hereâs another fun fact: I didnât realize that video of the goalie playing with dolls (youâre the better goalie, youâre the better goalie) was actually Markstrom so that made me giggle when I was watching stuff. @mandypants95â I hope this gives you a little bit of what you were looking for. Friends to Lovers is fun to write because of all the clichĂ©âs that come with it so I hope everyone enjoys it, even just a little bit! Itâs quite long, like I told mandypants, it kind of got away on me, so just prepare yourself đStay golden, loves! <3
 P.S. The names of Markyâs friends are not real people, -- he might have friends with these names but I have no idea, -- I just needed to make up some names for his friends đ
 P.P.S. If you keep seeing this appear after youâve liked it, Iâm sorry. Sometimes edits need to be done because of grammar (I hate when my fics have bad grammar) and if I do it on the app, sometimes the title doesnât save so the link gets we-- itâs a whole thing.
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 You met Jake his first year playing with the Canucks but it wasnât a natural friendship like he usually explained it to everyone. He was sweet, sure, but he was also very cocky; like he knew how good he was and was eager to make sure everyone else knew. It didnât take long, though, for him to charm his way into your life.
 âJAKE!â you called as you walked through his front door
 âWhatâs up!â he yelled from the top of the stairs
 âHereâs the plan:â you started to explain, âweâre going to this bar, youâre not going to run off and leave me alone with all these strangers, weâre gonna leave when either of us decides that weâre done, got it?â
 âItâs a party, (Y/N),â he laughed, âwe have to interact with themâ
 âI know and itâs your birthday,â you added, âIâm just saying, I donât know your friends. You can read me, I can read you, so just help me out a little, okay?â
 âFineâ he sighed sarcastically before running down the stairs to meet you, bumping your arm lightly with his shoulder before walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water
 âGoodâ you smiled
 âGreatâ he teased
 âLook,â you sighed, leaning against his counter while he practically chugged his water, âdonât be weird. Donât wear a suit and make me feel under-dressed, just wear jeans and a t-shirtâ
 âItâs my birthday party...â you scoffed
 âI know, so just be comfortableâ you grinned and he shook his head
 âGod, youâre so demanding todayâ he joked
 âI have to be or you wonât listen to meâ
 âYou know me too well, I guessâ he smiled, forcing an exaggerated eye roll from you before you turned on your heels to make your way home. âWait, youâre leaving?â
 âYeahâ you scoffed
 âYou just came over to boss me around and leave? Like this couldnât have been done over text?â
 âI have to go get changed!â you laughed
 âWhat?â he chuckled, âyou just told me to dress casualâ
 âI know because I know you,â you admitted, âyouâll still show up looking like youâre going to some fancy event. Even in ripped jeans and a ratty t-shirtâ
 âI wonâtâ he smiled
 âYou will. Just let me go home and put on a dress. Iâll meet you thereâ
 âYouâll text me when you get there?â
 âAs soon as the Uber turns the cornerâ you smirked
 âOkay, see you there.â
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Jacobâs P.O.V
 You waited outside the bar for (Y/N) to show up for your birthday party that your friends from Sweden came in for but she was taking forever
 âWhere are you?â you asked impatiently
 âI told you Iâd text you when I was thereâ she sent back
 âYeah, but you were supposed to be here like 20 minutes ago!â
 âThere was traffic. I canât control the trafficâ
 âOh Iâm sure you could if you triedâ
 âYeah well, maybe next timeâ
 âAre you close?â
 âThe car is just turning the corner nowâ
 âFinallyâ you watched as cars paced by the bar until one black Lexus pulled up in front of you and (Y/N) stepped out slowly. Your eyes couldnât help but follow her as she walked toward you, completely enthralled by the deep blue colour of her dress as it swished side to side. âWaitâ you stopped her from walking into the bar, ahead of you
 âWhat?â she sighed as she stepped back in front of you
 âWhy are you allowed to dress like that,â you gestured to her before gesturing to your outfit, âand I have to dress like this?â
 âBecause,â she started, a smile creeping across her face, âthese are your friends. Theyâve never met me before and I want to make a good impressionâ
 âBut itâs not like they need to approve of you,â you smirked, âweâre not datingâ
 âOh I know,â she scoffed, âbut if I look good, that makes you look good. Theyâll know that youâre not failing over here because you hang out with awesome people like meâ she turned and walked into the bar, grabbing your arm so she could drag you in after her. Her laugh, paired with her warm touch, sent your heart racing and you hoped she would hold onto you longer but as soon as your friends greeted you, she let go
 âGRATTIS PĂ
FĂDELSEDAGEN!â they shouted, grabbing you and practically tossing you back and forth between them before you noticed (Y/N)âs uncomfortable expression. You moved your hand to rest on her back
 âGuys, this is my friend, (Y/N),â you said, pushing her forward so they could see her, â(Y/N), this is George, Niklas, Ollie, Sam, Malcolm, Dustin, Eric and Coreyâ
 âWow,â she exhaled with a laugh, looking at you as she tried to think of something to say, âforgive me if I mix up your names. Jake moves a lot faster than I doâ
 âGuess thatâs what makes him a good goalie?â Ollie joked and (Y/N) nodded
 âSo you guys are just friends?â Dustin pried
 âYesâ (Y/N) was quick to answer and you hoped that none of the boys noticed your face fall
 âLetâs get some drinks!â Niklas exclaimed, directing (Y/N) to the bar while the rest of you followed behind them
 âSĂ„ Ă€r du verkligen bara vĂ€nner?â George started, speaking Swedish so (Y/N) wouldnât be able to understand
 âJaâ you scoffed
 âAv eget val?â Corey asked
 âSĂ„ klart det Ă€râ you countered
 âJa? Din eller hennes?â Dustin teased
 âWhat are you boys gossiping about?â (Y/N) laughed before you could answer, catching your eyes and a pathetic smile as the group sat at the bar
 âTheyâre just asking when Iâm gonna win the cupâ you lied
 âDid you guys meet here? In Calgary?â Ollie asked her, ignoring your lie
 âNo, actually we met in Vancouver,â she admitted with a smile, âin 2016?â
 âYep,â you added, âthe end of 2016. We were instant friendsâ
 âNo we werenâtâ she laughed
 âWhat?!â you said, shocked at her confession
 âOoh, Jakey, what did you do?â Malcolm teased
 âNothing! I was a complete gentlemanâ you tried
 âNo he was,â she laughed, placing her hand on your arm to reassure you, âyou were. He was very sweet but he knew I knew who he was and I didnât really wanna give in to it, you know what I mean? But we kinda stayed in touch for a couple days, had lunch with some of my friends, he got us tickets to a game and made us feel welcome and all that. It was all very sweetâ
 âSo what was the issue?â Malcolm asked, as if he knew something had changed
 âI got a job in Calgary. I had moved to Vancouver for University but I was about to graduate and the island was a little too expensive to live on after having the loans I had. So when I moved back to Calgary, we just kinda couldnât really become friendsâ she replied
 âBut obviously you didâ Corey added
 âHe found me on Instagram and added me,â she laughed and you could feel your face fill with heat, âthen he just wouldnât leave me aloneâ
 âAnd then he got traded hereâ Sam finally added, earning a round of laughs from everyone when they realized he hadnât said anything
 âThen he got traded here. During a Pandemic, in the weirdest season of Hockey Iâve ever witnessedâ she laughed
 âShe flipped when I told herâ
 âI hadnât kept up with the trade deadlineâ she added
 âSo she was in the middle of a Zoom call or somethingâ you continued, the two of you now telling the story together
 âWhen I get this textâ
 âI wrote, purposely very cryptically, Iâm coming to see youâ
 âAnd I was obviously very creeped outâ
 âBut she still repliedâ
 âWell, I had to figure out what the hell he was talking about!â she laughed, pushing your shoulder playfully
 âSure but you couldâve just been like âthis is a jokeâ and left it at thatâ you teased before she rolled her eyes
 âAnywayâŠâ she smirked, âI sent back a message asking what the hell he was talking aboutâ
 âSo I told her I got traded and she sent a voice note practically screamingâ
 âI was excitedâ
 âI was nervous but I was happy that Iâd have a friend in the city outside of hockeyâ
 âSo I asked him when he was going to get into the city, to see if we could meet upâ
 âI told herâ
 âBut then Alberta went into a weird quasi-lockdown and I didnât want to get him in troubleâ
 âSo we FaceTimedâ
 âWhich weâd obviously done a million times over the yearsâ
 âWe caught upâ
 âPlanned to get togetherâ
 âWhich we did, pretty soon after, and now here we areâ
 âHere you areâ George interjected, leading you and (Y/N) to laugh awkwardly before each taking a sip from your respective drinks and Niklas pointed out a booth where everyone could sit and talk without having to crane your necks. After a while, and a few more cocktails, everyone seemed to be getting along which, honestly, made you smile; something that Ollie was all too quick to notice.
 "I'll be right back" (Y/N) said with a smile before she started to push you out of the booth, leaving you with your friends and their very obvious questions
 "Before you say anything," you smirked, "just don't"
 "Come on" George laughed
 "If you already know what we're going to say, why don't you answer the question?" Sam added
 "Come on, Jakey" Malcolm teased
 "SÀg det" Corey added
 "SÀg vad?" you played dumb
 "Kom igen..." Eric continued
 "Ingen aning om vad du pratar om..."
 "Hur lÀnge har du Àlskat henne?" Dustin finally asked
 "Hey!" you exclaimed when you saw (Y/N), trying to get them to forget about the question
 "Hi," she said, caught off guard by your excitement, "everything okay?"
 "Yeah" you answered, letting her back in before you squeezed in next to her
 "You sure?" she said, furrowing her brow
 "Yeah! We just wanted to get another round but wanted to make sure you were here before we did..."
 "You're a terrible liar" she laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and exposing her neck
 "SÄ... ska du berÀtta för henne att du Àlskar henne eller mÄste nÄgon av oss göra det?" Sam said, causing (Y/N)'s head to ping pong back and forth between the two of you, as if she was trying to understand what he said to you
 "What did he say?" she asked you, leaning into you, causing your cheeks to flush with heat
 "Nothing," you said, distracted by her peach-scented shampoo and the way she didn't move away from you, clearing your throat when you realized that you were almost moving toward her, "they're just teasing me. You all have that in commonâ
 âYeah, something tells me thatâs not what he saidâ she smirked, her eyes dancing between yours before she sat back up and continued talking with the guys; they told her stories about how you were as a kid, she laughed and said that you hadnât changed at all.
 âIt was nice to meet you, (Y/N),â Malcolm said, âtake care of him while weâre gone okay?â
 âI willâ she smiled
 âTake care of yourself, tooâ Corey added
 âThanksâ
 âAnd you,â George pointed to you with a smirk, âyou take care of herâ
 âYeah yeah yeahâ you joked
 "Vi Àr seriösa, J," Niklas said, "Hon Àr för bra för dig men om du tar hand om henne ..."
 "DÄ vet du..." Sam added, raising his eyebrows as (Y/N) called a cab
 "Allvarligt killar, sluta" you sighed
 "Du Àlskar henne" Ollie whispered
 "BerÀtta bara för henne," Dustin said while Eric nodded his head
 "Det Àr inte sÄ enkelt" you sighed, watching (Y/N) continue to try to hail a cab and fail, dropping her head in annoyance
 âCome on!â you heard her yell, earning a scoff from you
 âHar jag varit kĂ€r i henne i ungefĂ€r tvĂ„ Ă„r? Ja," you confessed, "spelar det nĂ„gon roll? Nej, för hon kĂ€nner inte samma sak om mig och jag tĂ€nker inte tvinga henne att kĂ€nna nĂ„got hon inte görâ
 "Tycker du inte att hon förtjÀnar att veta det?" Sam asked
 "Vi sÄg hur hon sÄg pÄ dig," Ollie grinned, "Jag tror att det finns nÄgra kÀnslor dÀr"
 "Jag tror inte det" you sighed once more, looking over at (Y/N) who had successfully hailed a cab
 âJake!!â she called excitedly, a huge smile spread across her face, âcome on! It was nice to meet you guys!â she called to your friends and they waved her goodbye, âJake, I canât keep this guy waiting forever!â
 "Du bör gÄ" George laughed
 "Hon Àr sÄ bossig" Corey joked
 "Ja, det Ă€r hon" you smirked, looking at her calling you to the small yellow car and telling the driver to wait just one more minute. âOkej killar, jag mĂ„ste gĂ„. Tack för att du kom in för att önska mig en grattis pĂ„ födelsedagen,â you smiled, âHa en sĂ€ker flygning tillbakaâ
 "Kommer att göra, Jakey," Malcolm said
 âHallĂ„!â Niklas interrupted one last time, "BerĂ€tta bara för henne"
 âAdjöâ you shook your head before smiling and waving them goodbye
 âGeez! Took you long enough!â (Y/N) whined, hopping into the backseat of the cab with you close behind
 âRelax, I had to say goodbye. They came a long wayâ you replied
 âSuch a good friend,â she said, âcan I just stay at your place tonight? Iâm exhaustedâ
 âYeah thatâs fineâ you agreed, letting your hand fall next to hers, brushing her skin with your pinky and waiting for someone to break the silence
 âWhere to?â the driver finally asked, bringing your attention to him before giving him your address
 âYour friends were nice,â (Y/N) added wearily, âthey didnât really like to talk in English though did they?â
 âTheir Swedish is betterâ
 âThatâs fairâ she yawned, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the window. You smiled as thoughts of how your life could be with her â falling asleep next to her, caressing her skin as she slept, pushing her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear so you could kiss her softly â but you knew she didnât feel the same, so all you would ever be was friends.
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 You fell asleep in the cab next to Jacob but you could swear you felt him watching you. He did wake you up, gently, when the cab pulled up in front of his apartment.
 â(Y/N)?â he whispered, âheyâ
 âHi. Whatâs going on?â
 âItâs time to go insideâ he smirked
 âOhâ you scoffed, pushing yourself across the bench seat and stepping out of the cab, stumbling into Jacob when you finally stood up
 âWhoaâ he chuckled, placing his arm around your waist to keep you from falling
 âIâm sorry,â she whined as you both stepped into the elevator, leaning back against the cold metal and away from Jake. âI didnât think I drank that much but I guess I couldnât keep up with you guysâ
 âItâs okay,â he laughed and you started to drift off to sleep again, âhey, weâre almost to my place, donât fall asleep here okay?â
 âOkayâ you hummed before he started to keep you awake by telling you jokes. âOh my god, Jake, stop!â you laughed, âyour jokes are awfulâ
 âHey! My jokes are pure goldâ he countered
 âSure they areâ you scoffed. When the elevator finally opened, you slowly walked out, swaying and stumbling through the hallway before Jake eventually placed his hands on your waist and guided you to the door
 âAlright, here we are. Come on, drunkyâ
 âWhy arenât you more drunk?â you finally asked, only now noticing that he seemed very sober
 âIâm twice your size,â he laughed, âI can manage a bit more alcohol than youâ
 âYeah but youâre like⊠sober. Like you didnât drink at allâ you questioned before stumbling into his chest
 âOh-kay, letâs just get you to sleep,â he said, carrying you to his bedroom
 âHey mister,â you slurred, âwhat do you think youâre doing?â
 âIâm putting you in bedâ he said
 âThis is your bed, I donât know what kind of ideas you have in your little Swedish brainâ
 âDonât worry, kid,â he scoffed, setting you down on the firm mattress before tucking you under the covers, âIâll be in the guest roomâ
 âWait!â you called as he started walking away, âhappy birthdayâ you smiled, realizing you hadnât said it to him nearly all-day
 âThanks,â he whispered and you saw him smile while he began closing the door, ânow get some sleep. Iâll see you in the morning.â The next morning, you heard him in the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible, rummaging around the cabinets
 âHey sleepy head!â he exclaimed
 âOh wow,â you replied softly, rubbing your temples, âwhy are you yelling like that?â
 "I'm sorry," he whispered but it still felt like yelling, "am I annoying you?"
 "What are you doing?" you asked, glaring at him while you sat down on the stool at the kitchen island
 "I'm making pancakes!" he smiled
 "You can't cook" you groaned, still rubbing your temples in hopes that it would cure your hangover
 "Wow, rude," he joked, throwing a metal spoon into his sink and you shuddered at the ringing of the steel that echoed through the room, "do you want some aspirin?"
 "Yes please" you smiled gratefully
 "Here" he said, handing you a glass of water and two small pills
 "Thank you," you said and he saluted you lazily, earning a scoff from you, "so what's going on today? Post birthday plans?"
 "My mom is calling in soon and then I have to go to practice, we've got a game tomorrow. In Vancouver, so we're flying out this afternoon," he replied, keeping his eyes on the food in front of him while he spoke, "so the day is pretty much set..."
 "Oh," you said, clearing your throat as you finished your glass of water, "okay. I'll just... leave you to it then"
 "What?" he scoffed, "I didn't mean it li-- you're not gonna stay and talk to my mom? You know she loves you more than she loves me"
 "Well, I am very lovable," you teased, smiling at him until your headache forced you to stop, "but I don't want to intrude or anything. I'll just grab my phone and get an Uber so I can head home"
 "Stop it," he huffed, turning off the burner and walking over to you, "I'll drive you home later, just stay and chat with me and Mom" he placed his hands on your arms before his eyes focused on your own and you found yourself unable to resist his insistence; your pursed smile giving it away before you could
 "Fine," you finally said, "I'll stay."
 "Good" he smirked, turning back to grab you a pancake, practically tossing the plate to you. When his mom finally Facetimed him, he was in the other room so you were forced to greet her first
 "Hey, Lena!" you exclaimed
 "(Y/N)! Darling! How are you?" she asked, her smile so much like her sons
 "I'm good, how are you?"
 "I'm good! Thank you for asking," she smiled, looking past you for Jake, "now, where is my son?"
 "He's probably off puking somewhere," you joked, "he really can't handle his alcohol in his old age"
 "His tolerance must have lowered since moving to Canada"
 "Especially when the actual alcohol percentages are so low compared to Sweden"
 "I'm disappointed in him" she laughed
 "Me too!" you added, laughing with her before Jake finally walked into frame, standing behind you with his arms on either side of you and his chin resting on the top of your head
 "Alright you two," he smirked, "stop making fun of me"
 "It's your fault," you teased, tilting your head so you were looking up at him directly, "not being in the room and all"
 "When will I learn?" he joked, looking down at you before making a funny face
 "Never. You'll never learn. You're impossible" you laughed, sticking your tongue out at him as he pushed your shoulder and sat down in the seat beside you
 "You two are so sweet" Lena smirked
 "Ma..." Jake sighed
 "We are sweet, aren't we?" you replied, noticing both Lena and Jacob shake their heads; granted, with different expressions on their face
 "It's not--" he started, exasperated after having clearly had this conversation with his mom more than once
 "What's wrong?" you asked, confused
 "I think you're the most adorable couple I've ever seen, honestly" Lena admitted and you scoffed, a blush creeping into your cheeks
 "Oh, whoa," you smiled, "Jake, have you been going around telling your parents we're dating?"
 "No" he sighed, closing his eyes lightly as if he was embarrassed
 "I've been trying to get him to ask you out for months now but he won't do it" she teased
 "Well, he wouldn't," you said, looking between the mother and son, "because we're just friends. He wouldn't want to ruin that"
 "Alright mom," he said, over the back and forth, "enough of this conversation. I've got to take (Y/N) home, okay? Love you, thanks for the chat"
 "Hey, Jacob!" Lena yelled before he could end the call, "we haven't spoken, don't hang up on me like that"
 "I'll just.. go wait outside" you whispered, watching him sit down in front of his computer to await the disappointed words that his mom would soon say to him. You waited outside for a few minutes before checking if his truck was unlocked, sitting on the step when you saw that it wasn't and realizing that if you tried to open the door, the alarm would go off. It was another hour before Jacob finally came outside to meet you
 "Sorry about that" he sighed
 "That's okay. She called to talk to you, I'd be upset too if someone tried to hang up on me when I specifically called t--"
 "Yeah, I get it," he said through bared teeth, "let's just go, okay? I have to be at practice soon" you furrowed your brow but got into the passenger seat, looking at him take a deep breath before starting the car. You thought about the words his mother used when she spoke about you and Jacob. You two are so sweet, the most adorable couple I've ever seen, I've been trying to get him to ask you out for months. It was all kind of odd to you. Not only that Lena had said it, or that she and Jake had clearly had the conversation before, but that he was so irritated by the whole interaction. Why was he so upset? you thought to yourself. Did he think you were embarrassed? Did he think that you would be hurt that he had never agreed to take you out on a date? Or was there something that he had said to Lena that he didn't want you to hear?
 "Jake?" you said, as he drove through the city silently but he didn't respond. Soon enough, he pulled up outside of your apartment building and you hesitated before finally jumping out of the car, with just enough time to clear the door before Jake sped away from you. What the fuck? you scoffed, heading inside in hopes of clearing your head. You spent the day racking your brain about what could have gotten Jake so upset but nothing came to mind; nothing you said was rude, or at least you didn't think it was, and everything was true, so what was his deal?
 "Tell me exactly what happened?" your friend, Susie, asked from the other end of the phone after you had explained the morning to her
 "Again?" you whined
 "Yes, again, I need to know if you're missing something"
 "We went for drinks last night, for his birthday, with his friends. We all laughed and had a good time. I drank too much, stayed at his place, in separate rooms. When I woke up, we joked around like we always do, he gave me some aspirin and made some pancakes before his mom called from Sweden" you exclaimed, smirking to yourself a little while you thought of the conversation you and Lena had before Jake came back into the room. "She loves me, so we joked about Jake a bunch but then he came into the room, stood behind me and rested his chin on my head. I looked up at him and we teased each other a bit more. Lena said we were sweet, I said yeah of course but Jake seemed to.. argue with her? I don't know, Lena kept going saying that we made a cute couple but I corrected her, saying we were just friends. My exact words were to Jake 'have you been going around telling your parents we're dating?' to which he said No and then Lena said she's been trying to get him to ask me out for a while but he's always said no"
 "And what did you say...?" Susie interjected, her tone telling you that she was hearing something that you clearly weren't
 "I said that he wouldn't ask me out because we were just friends," you replied plainly. It was the truth, what was wrong with that? "and that he wouldn't want to ruin that"
 "He wouldn't?" she questioned with a scoff before continuing, "fine. What happened after that?"
 "Things got weird and tense. I let them talk alone and then he drove me home in a weird mood. He barely talked to me, he barely even looked at me!"
 "(Y/N)..." she sighed, "(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)..."
 "What? What? What?" you scoffed in reply
 "HOW ARE YOU SO BLIND?!" she shouted through the phone, forcing you to pull it from your ear for a minute
 "What are you talking about?"
 "I've seen it for years," she said, "but I always thought you knew. But you really don't, do you?"
 "Know what? What have you seen for years?"
 "The way you'd stop everything when he called, the way you'd schedule FaceTimes like clockwork, the way he knows your favourite colour as it changes from week to week. The fact that he could have anyone he wanted, who would want him back, but he chooses to ask you to hang out with him all the time, from a different province? A different time zone?" she explained but you were still lost
 "We're friends. We like hanging out with each other and we can't really do that in person because of what's happening now. Plus, he's so busy..."
 "(Y/N)!!!" she yelled again, "COME ON!"
 "JUST SPIT IT OUT! I'm clearly not gonna get what you're trying to get me to get..."
 "He's been in love with you for years. Probably since the two of you started really getting to know each other," she said and the words hung in the air as you tried to grasp them, "but when you said that you were just friends? He probably thought that he was never going to be anything more than that to you. Maybe he thinks he's wasted his time all these years"
 "He's not in love with me" was all you could think to say
 "Yes, he is," she laughed, "and you're in love with him"
 "Now, hold on," you scoffed, "I'm pretty sure I would know if I were in love with somebody"
 "Would you?"
 "Of course I would"
 "Fine," she replied, seemingly dropping the conversation, "but he is in love with you and I think you need to talk to him about it"
 "And say what?" you asked
 "I don't know..." she said, her smirk ever present on her words, "but I'm sure you'll think of something"
 "Susi--"
 "I gotta go," she interrupted, "keep me in the loop. Love you, bye!"
 "WAIT!" you shouted to a now static line, "well what the fuck...?" you said to yourself. You were left alone with the thought that Jake might have feelings for you and the words that Susie tried to convince you were true
 "You're in love with him, too" it was nonsense. You couldn't love Jake... It was Jake. He was Jacob Markström. Was there a part of you that found him attractive? Yes. Yeah, sure but were you in love with him? No. No, there's no way.
 "FUCK!" you shouted to your empty apartment, as you paced through the living room, "why would she say that? It doesn't matter. I don't love him. I mean, he's Jake. He's just the guy who teases me for literally every move I make. So, he knows that my favourite colour changes every week, who cares? That doesn't mean anything. Sure, you knew that he loves Country music more than he's actually confessed in his interviews, but that's just what happens when you're friends with someone. And, yes, when the light hit him just right, he looked like he was covered in gold but that's not him. That's the sun... It's not like he's a god or anything, he's just got blonde hair and the sun does stuff to blonde hair..." you could feel yourself making excuses but you had to because maybe you didn't want it to be true. You couldn't be in love with him, could you? "Fuck" you sighed.
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Jacob's P.O.V
 You had been ignoring (Y/N) for almost a week at this point. You werenât sure what to do or say to her knowing now, for sure, that she only thought of you as friends but you hated not having her around. She had become such an integral part of your life and not having her there just felt... wrong
 âJake, talk to me, please!â she texted and you sighed, staring at your phone and contemplating an answer but you just couldnât think of something to say, âJAKE! I know youâre getting these messages. Just let me talk to you please. If you donât want to say anything fine but I need to talk to youâ
 âAre you gonna leave me alone if I let you talk?â you finally gave in
 âYes,â she sent back, âbut I need to see you to say all of this...â
 âSeriously?â you scoffed
 âYes. Seriously. Please?â
 âFine. When are you free?â
 âRight now!â she replied quickly
 âI canât right now. I literally just walked into the locker room, how about tomorrow?â
 âHow about after practice? I can meet you at the Dome...â
 âFineâ you huffed to yourself
 âEverything okay?â Tanny asked when he heard your exasperation
 âYeahâ you sighed, holding up your phone to let him know that it was something on there
 âGreat!â (Y/N) added, âIâll see you at four?â
 âYeah sure, fineâ you tossed your phone into the shelf in your stall and rubbed your face in frustration
 âYo, Marky...â Chris continued, noticing your stress, âseriously man, whatâs going on?â
 â(Y/N) wants to meet up and âtalkââ you replied, putting air quotes around talk
 âThe girlfriend wants to break up huh?â he chirped and you scoffed, shaking your head in return
 âIâve been ignoring her for like a week. I donât know what to say to her... Iâve been able to hide my feelings for her for so long but she finally said to my mom, on my birthday, that all weâll ever be is friends and, I donât know, I just donât know what to say to her. I donât know if I can hide how I feel anymoreâ
 âShe has feelings for you, tooâ he said
 âYeah.. she thinks of me as a big brotherâ
 âNo,â he countered, âshe has the same feelings for you as you do for her. Sheâs just scared to admit itâ
 âWhy would she be scared to admit it?â you said dumbly
 âBecause,â he smirked, âit would mean admitting that guys and girls canât just be friends. That thereâs always some kind of attraction and that sex gets in the wayâ
 âSex?â you blushed
 âIâm not saying youâve had sex or that youâre going to,â he admitted, âIâm just saying, Iâve met (Y/N) before and sheâs always said that she doesnât agree with the idea that guys and girls canât be friends because someone always wants to sleep with someone else. But if she admits to having feelings for you, then all of that becomes... hypocriticalâ
 âShe wouldnât be that petty...â
 âI wouldnât call it petty,â he said, heading back toward his stall to continue putting on his gear, âI would call it stubborn.â By the end of practice, you were looking for (Y/N) everywhere but there was no one in the stands and you figured she must have wanted to meet you in the parking lot so you could drive her somewhere private. You took a quick shower and packed up your bag, looking at your phone quickly to see if there was anything from her but your screen was clear, forcing your brow to crease in response
 âTake it easy, guysâ you smiled as you made your way out of the locker room, waving to the team before catching Tanny give you a head nod. You practically ran out of the building to find (Y/N) when you saw her arguing with a security guard
 âOh, Jake! Finally. Iâve been arguing with this guy for like an hour. He wouldnât let me in!â she explained through gritted teeth
 âItâs fine. Thank you,â you said to the guard, pulling her away from him and toward your car, âwhat is wrong with you? You canât argue with Security, youâre tiny. Youâre not a threat, you just look like a chihuahuaâ
 âHa haâ she replied sarcastically
 âAm I taking you somewhere to talk or whatâs going on?â you spat
 âDo you wanna go somewhere?â she asked
 âI wanna know what you wanna talk about and then maybe I can decide if we should go somewhereâ you admitted, stomping off to your car
 âI wanna talk about usâ she whimpered as she caught up to you. You caught her eye for just a second before shaking your head
 âGet in the carâ you scoffed and she did as you told her. The two of you were silent for a while before (Y/N) tried to get you to start talking but you shushed her, keeping the ride silent aside from the radio until you got to relatively empty part of Princeâs Island Park. âAlright,â you said sternly as you slammed the door shut, âtalkâ
 âI...â she hesitated, closing the door lightly
 âWhat?â
 âI never--â
 âNever meant to hurt me?â you interrupted thinking you were finishing her thought
 âI never wanted to be with you...â she admitted and you scoffed in return
 âWow... thanks. Glad we could have this talkâ
 âNo, wait, Jake, stop,â she sighed, âI didnât mean it like that. I didnât realize how you felt until like a week ago. Apparently, everyone else around me knew but I was too stupid to see it. I thought we both wanted the same thingâ
 âAnd that was to never be with each other?â
 âI thought we just wanted a friendâ
 âBecause I canât get my own friends?â
 âBecause I didnât think you thought of me like thatâ she shouted
 âWhy not?â you exclaimed
 âYou never really did anything to make me think otherwise!â
 âSure I did!â
 âJake... come on. You never did anything differently...â
 âI drove you placesâ you tried and she scoffed
 âOh no, youâre right,â she teased, âhow could I not have known?â
 âHow about me calling on Valentineâs Day?â
 âHow was I supposed to know that was anything other than you having a day off?â It was a fair point, actually. She knew that youâd often lose track of days when you were on the road and, sometimes, youâd miss holidays altogether
 âI never forgot your birthday!â you said as if that proved something
 âAnd?â
 âAnd... you shouldâve known thenâ
 âJake, it doesnât matter,â she sighed, âthe point is that I didnât notice until now.â
 âSo what?â you asked, âyou wanted to talk to tell me that you never wanted to be with me? I donât get why you couldnât just wait for me to come to you or why you had to stop everything for thisâ
 âJake..â
 âI mean no, you didnât stop everything but you might as well haveâ
 âJake...â you heard her say, trying to get you to stop but you continued rambling
 âBut thatâs what I do. For you. I drop everything as soon as you call or text because you need me and I like that you need me, so I stop and run to youâ
 âJacob!â
 âWHAT?â
 âI LOVE YOU, TOOâ she shouted over you, her eyes closing softly when she realized how loud she was. âI didnât realize it until I looked back at everything and I didnât think it was actually how I felt because, I mean, itâs you...â she chuckled, âand itâs me. We couldnât be an âusâ but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted there to be an âus.â I knew you were mad, you werenât taking my calls or responding to my texts -- even though I saw that you had read them -- and I didnât want to make things worse but I hated not having you around to tell me that I burnt my pizza, again, or that I should eat more fish or that I was a terrible tour guide. I hated not hearing your voice everyday or seeing your smile,â you began walking toward her as she continued to ramble, your heart warm with each word that left her lips, âI was always confused why you werenât with anyone and why I was happy that you never were but when I figured it out, everything made sense. You finally made sense...â she stopped when you stood in front of her, closing any space between the two of you
 âYou done?â you asked with a smirk
 âI-I think so...â she stammered as your hands crept to the sides of her neck, your thumb pushing her chin up so you could lean down and capture her lips slowly. She welcomed your lips as if they had been missing from hers for a lifetime but her arms stayed at her sides for a minute longer until it was too much for her and she let her hands clutch your wrists while your tongue glided across her lip to gain access inside her mouth. She let out a small moan when her mouth opened, earning a smirk from you before your hands fell from her neck, down her body, until they cupped her ass and you picked her up; her legs instinctively wrapping your hips, mirroring her arms wrapping around your neck. You set her down on the hood of your car while your tongues intertwined with each other and her fingers tangled in your hair. It took a while for either of you to break the kiss, leaving her chest heaving as she tried to her breath
 âIâve wanted to do that for so longâ you laughed as her head fell against your chest and you kissed her forehead
 âAnd?â she asked, lifting her head back up to look at you
 âIt was better than I thought it would beâ
 âGee,â she scoffed, pushing your shoulder playfully, âthanksâ
 âI think we just need to keep doing itâ you teased
 âI can do thatâ
 âGoodâ you whispered, leaning back in to press a kiss to her lips as she smiled against your lips
 âMaybe we should go somewhere privateâ she whispered
 âSureâ you replied, distracted by the feel of her skin under your fingertips, before you moved your lips to her neck, eliciting small whimpers from her
 âJake...â she moaned and you hummed against her skin, smirking to yourself, âsomewhere private...â
 âFine,â you smirked, reluctantly agreeing with you before picking her up again to carry her back into the passenger seat. You sat in the drivers seat but didnât make any moves, half hoping that sheâd pull you into the backseat and say that this was âprivate enoughâ but she didnât do that. Instead, she leaned across the centre console and kissed your cheek
 âLetâs goâ she whispered in your ear, making you smile before your hand found its way to her knee, stationing itself there throughout the drive. She stopped you from moving your hand further up your thigh by grabbing it, holding it with both of hers
 âHey,â you whispered, bringing her hand to your lips, âweâre gonna have a lot of fun togetherâ
 âYeah,â she smiled, âI think so, too.â
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Hi, my gorgeous fellow greek <3 I hope you enjoy this @anastasia-93-daybidaylove
After an exhausting day at work, Chloe Beale couldn't wait to return home for a nice hot bath and an evening with her long-time girlfriend Beca and their two pups, Oliver and Daisy. Beca was supposed to be already at home, her shift ending way earlier than hers, but she did text her anyway to make sure that their plans were still the same and that Beca hadn't arranged anything else.
Beca hadn't responded yet, Chloe had sent that text 45 minutes ago, but that didn't bother Chloe. Unlike her, Beca wasn't always glued to her phone and there were many occasions where Beca left it at home and Chloe had to bring it to her at work.
Chloe on her way home decided to make a quick stop at her favorite bakery, a craving for chocolate cake was taunting her the whole day. She didn't find anywhere near the bakery to park, thus parking a few blocks away. She wasn't really the person to look inside a shop when she was passing by them, but she didn't know what made her do it that day.
And she was glad she did. There she was, her girlfriend Beca, in a coffee shop a block away from the bakery, sitting across another woman. Chloe knew she looked familiar but jealousy took over anyway. They looked really cozy, even Beca who wasn't a big fan of PDA, was hugging this woman, in a way Chloe had never seen her hug another person...well except for her. Tears started gathering in her eyes and she moved away quickly not wanting Beca to see her.
Chloe couldn't believe what she had just seen. Beca, her Beca, the person she loved more than anyone else in the world, was cheating on her. With a woman who looked at least a decade younger than her.
Chloe tried to bring to mind Beca's behavior the past few weeks. She wasn't distant or anything. Maybe she had been a little, but Chloe blamed in on the excessive shifts she had taken. Never in a million years, Chloe would have guessed that.
She made it back to her car and tears running now freely down her face. She would deal with Beca at home.
Beca came home an hour after Chloe. She was still dressed in her uniform and she had a big smile on her face.
Chloe was sitting on the couch and avoided looking at Beca. Beca was all glowy and stuff...and Chloe was... well...miserable and had neglected. Of course, Beca would fall for someone younger and shinier.
"Hey, princess," Beca said more cheerful than Chloe would like to. Chloe had made a promise to herself not to make a deal out of this before making sure that Beca was indeed a cheater but that smile and that glow made it all clear for her.
"Where were you?" Chloe asked harshly, taking Beca by surprise.
"Uhm, I was at work. Chief made us stay longer for a meeting. I tried calling you on my way home but you wouldn't reply." Beca said while sitting next to her girlfriend. The moment Beca sat on the couch, Chloe stood up taking the seat opposite to her, on the armchair. She didn't want Beca anywhere near her right now.
"Lies. Just lies." Chloe laughed but it wasn't a happy one.
"What are you talking about?" Beca asked confused.
"I saw you Beca. I saw you in the coffee shop with that younger woman, hugging and being all couple-y and in love."
"I know what I'll say is a cliche and but this was definitely now what it looks like, Chloe. Let me explain to you."
"Explain what? That you are cheating on me with a younger woman? That you are lying to me? Or that you haven't had the balls to tell me that you don't love me anymore?"
"Wow, Chloe, slow down. I never lied to you." Beca tried.
"You didn't tell me the truth either."
"Because you haven't let me fucking explain to you!" Beca said in exasperation.
"No, Beca, I can't trust anything that comes out of your mouth right now," Chloe said dismissively.
"Jesus, Chloe, how am I supposed to defend myself if you don't let me?"
"Why would you need to defend yourself?" She asked accusingly.
"Because I. Wasn't. Cheating. On. You." Beca enunciated each word, in hopes of getting through Chloe's head.
Chloe could see she was becoming unreasonable and unfair so she decided to give Beca a chance.
"I want the truth. I can tell when you're lying, Mitchell."
" That girl you saw...it's Emily, my cousin. You would have remembered her if you hadn't been smashed at her brother's wedding. Her mom and my mom are sisters. Half-sisters."
Oh crap, Chloe thought. She remembered Emily. Not her face, but Beca talked a lot about her.
"And why did you and Emily meet in secret? Why did you lie to me about you being still at work?"
"Because...Emily, well her mom has something I wanted and she was kind enough to bring it for me from Atlanta." Beca explained.
"Why couldn't you two meet here? I always wanted to meet her anyway." Chloe could still tell that Beca was hiding something.
"Well if you hadn't tried to bite my head off, I'd tell you that she will come for dinner Friday night."
"What did she bring you from Atlanta?"
"Are you interrogating me?" Beca teased.
"Yes," Chloe replied seriously.
Beca took a deep breath. There's no way she was getting out of this without telling Chloe the truth.
"She brought me our grandma's ring. Her brother was supposed to give it to his wife but he's not the one following traditions, so they both suggest I give it to you." Beca revealed.
"I wanted that ring in order to propose to you, Chloe. I've been planning this for the past two months. That's why I've been so secretive. Me, Jesse, Aubrey, and Emily are all working as more secretly as we can to pull this off. And we were so close. One day away to be exact."
"Were you planning on proposing to me tomorrow night?" Chloe whispered. She felt ashamed for thinking that way for her girlfriend. And for acting that way.
"Uh... We had this whole thing planned, restaurant and live music and the ring."
"Beca I can't tell you how sorry I am," Chloe said, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Hey, don't be. To be honest, I don't even know how I managed to keep this from you for two months. I just wanted to propose to you here, but they guys keep insisting on making it grande. Whatever that means." Beca shrugged. Chloe could tell that Beca was bothered by the turn of the events.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Chloe crouching down on one knee.
"Chloe, what are you doing?" Beca asked.
"You wanted this whole thing to be a surprise. This one is definitely a surprise. So..." Beca looked around. She found Bella's, her goddaughter's plastic ring on the coffee table.
"...Beca Mitchell, will you marry me?" Chloe was grinning and Beca was crying.
"Omg, Chloe, yes, of course, I will marry you." She grabbed the plastic ring from Chloe's hands and wore it on her finger before crouching down do and planting small kisses on her girlfriend's face.
"I'm sorry for ruining this," Chloe said between kisses.
"You didn't ruin everything. This is perfect. You are perfect."
"I love you, Beca Mitchell."
"And I love you too, Chloe Beale."
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