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yumgrapejuice · 4 years ago

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An analysis on Ranboo’s lore playlist

okay y’all first of all, ranboo has a killer taste, i love him, and second, i couldn’t resist. i’m an analyst by nature. am i looking too deep into some things? did ranboo maybe choose some songs purely for the vibe? perhaps. do i care? no. let me have my fun.

I’m gonna drop my own analysis/interpretation based on these songs but feel free do use this yourself if you want!! And also feel free to disagree/correct me on anything!! I’m not a professional musical analyst lol and I did take some inspiration from already existing interpretations for the more lyrical songs.

here’s the playlist btw

“Introduction to the Snow”—introduction to the album. Fitting for the playlist’s beginning, seeing the tone. It’s mostly referencing (self-imposed) isolation.

“Dream Sweet in Sea Major”—this Miracle Music’s whole album is about dreams and reality, how they clash, loneliness and the wish to be close to someone, yet still remaining isolated. Very whimsical, metaphorical, melodic, and it has this vibe as if on the edge of consciousness. I’d say it fits quite well with c!Ranboo’s general vibe. This song in particular deals with sleepwalking(ha)/being in a dreamlike state, the line between what’s real and what’s not blurred.

“The Mind Electric”—oh this one fits Ranboo extremely well. First part is in reverse, the second in normal (mirroring), and it can get quite unsettling. Like you’re not sure what’s happening with the instrumentals, many different voices. Again, very metaphorical, but to put it shortly, the protagonist is being judged for a crime they’ve committed and, in their defence, they say: “Father, your honor, may I explain, my brain has claimed its glory over me; I’ve a good heart albeit insane”. They get “condemned to the infirmary” for that, where electric shock is used on them as a form of “therapy”. As a result, the protagonist loses grip on reality and themselves and truly does go insane. They beg for mercy and sympathy, but there’s no one to help them. “Someone help me; Understand what's going on inside my mind; Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me”—need I say more, really?

“Live and Let Die”—the phrase “live and let die” means to live your life how you wish and let others live how they wish without interfering. At first, you live by the phrase “live and let live”, meaning you have your ideals and you try to change the lives of others according to them, but as life progresses, you stop caring as much/try to distance yourself from others’ business.

“Turn the Lights Off”—dreams and nightmares. Mildly foreboding yet energetic. The actual meaning is about growing up (transition from childhood to adulthood), but we can take some other interpretations that’d fit with Ranboo’s character better. This Tally Hall’s album deals with differences, black and white, and how there shouldn’t be a divide between them. In this song, there are some noteworthy lines that I’d like to mention:

- “Bend the nightmare, you control it; Artful dodger, easy does it”—lucid dreaming, you have to be careful with it so as to not lose control.

- “Shut the closet, get under the covers”—you’re afraid of something and instead of facing it and seeing whether there even is something to be afraid of, you hide.

- “Turn the lights off”—confront your fears. It can also mean that in the dark, there’s no differences between people, going back to the album’s meaning.

- “And everybody wants to get evil tonight; But all good devils masquerade under the light”—this could mean that everyone has a darker part of themselves but those who actually indulge in their dark tendencies do so in plain sight by pretending to be someone else.

“Ruler of Everything”—the main theme here is time and how it’s the “ruler of everything”; time doesn’t matter about where it goes, and it will never stop. The second verse is most interesting to me—there are two singers, man and time, but for the sake of interpretation let’s just see it as two voices. One is obsessed about being liked, fitting in, constantly asking for reaffirmation (“Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk?”), while the second criticizes the first (“You practice your mannerisms into the wall”). They argue—”I’ve been you, I know you, your facade is scam; You know you’re making me cry, this is the way that I am”. The second is calling out the first for not being honest to himself. Tone is lighthearted but with an edge of unease.

“Merry-Go-Round of Life”—from Howl’s Moving Castle soundtrack. The title’s self-explanatory, I’d say.

“Killer Queen”—this one’s a harder one to interpret in regards to Ranboo lol. The song is about, based on an interview with Mercury, a high class woman that likes to indulge in her various desires (mostly sexual). I would doubt that’s what Ranboo was going for, so! Perhaps about a person that has no regards for their reputation and instead does whatever they feel like it? They have a certain image but still act however they like. Yeah, not too sure about this one :’) But that’s what I’ll go with for my later analysis.

“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked”—quite straightforward. A person that performs bad deeds has reasons for them. Not excuses, but explanations, and you can sympathize with it. We all do “bad” things for one reason or the other, and, in the end, we’re all just trying to get by. Once again, plays into the theme of there not being a clear distinction between good and bad.

“The Bidding”—another harder one to interpret. On the surface, it’s about an auction where men are trying to sell themselves to women. They all present themselves in different images, and it’s remarked that the women care less about the date and more about the prospect of it, the pretty words. The date, actually, ends up being disappointing. Could be about expectations. Some men outright admit they’re assholes so whoever chooses them should know that. People can tell you what their intentions are from the start so if you end up hurt, you have no one else to blame but yourself.

“A Mask of My Own Face”—another interesting one! Unusual instruments, strong beat. They’re singing about how they have a desire to pretend to be someone else while secretly still being themselves. “I’d rob my own apartment and I wouldn’t give a damn; I’d blame it on the person that nobody knows I am”—implying they have no regard for their own livelihood and are just out to have some fun. Plus, that no one would be aware it’s all an act. “I'd wear it on Thanksgiving and I'd laugh in the parade; At all the people hissing, knowing I'm the one they hate”—they take delight in the idea of upsetting others and them not knowing it’s actually the singer that they should be hissing. “And at the big finale I would tear my face away; And smile as they grip their own and try to do the same”—everyone wears masks, and this person implies that their mask and their true self is not different from each other while others’ are.

“Stardust Crusaders”—soundtrack from Jojo. Action-packed? idk never seen it sorry lol

“I Can’t Decide”—oh, this one’s a doozy! One of the ones that do not fit c!Ranboo at all, but that’s what makes it interesting. A classic, the singer is out to have fun, very lighthearted and yet they’re singing about murder. The protagonist here is clearly mentally unwell and they’re indecisive whether they should let their enemy/toy/(up to interpretation) live or not. Some curious lines:

- “It’s not easy having yourself a good time”—in the context of the song, that “good time” implies something wicked.

- “I’m not a gangster tonight, don’t wanna be the bad guy, I’m just a loner, baby, and now you’ve got in my way”—they don’t view themselves as “bad”, however, the next two lines are paradoxal—the singer says they’re alone and yet decide to “mess around” with whoever comes up in their life.

- “No wonder why my heart feels dead inside, it’s hard and cold and petrified”—signifying lack of empathy.

- “It’s a bitch convincing people to like you”—they don’t actually want to do that and see it as a bother.

“Stranded Lullaby”—back to Miracle Musical, back to the theme of isolation. Super lyrical, super musical. They talk about how their memories float around aimlessly in their head, a sea, and may sometimes get lost. The protagonist, a sailor, is losing touch with reality and can’t tell apart what’s a dream anymore and what’s not. They question what they’re going through and why.

“Hidden In The Sand”—a song about longing, in my eyes. The protagonist sings about how “you” love things and how he wishes to love the same things, in the end admitting that “all I’ve wanted was you”. They don’t wish to be separated, they wish to have someone in their life that they could love.

“Now I’m Here”—euphoric. They sing about how they’re alive again, thanks to one specific person. I’m not gonna go too much into this one (partly because it’s a more difficult one for me again, partly because it’s Queen and I don’t wanna uhh talk nonsense on accident lol), but what I got from it is that when one one else saw them, someone did, and they made them “live again”, and now as a result the protagonist is devoted to them.

“&”—really highlights Tally Hall’s album’s theme of black and white and that there shouldn’t be a divide. The repetition of comparing opposites is present throughout the entire song (Weak & Strong & Wet & Dry…) and it’s heavily implied we should “say goodnight” to this mindset. But people love to choose sides, put things into good or bad categories. By the line “They took a lesson from their fathers” it’s implied that people don’t develop this mindset by themselves and are rather influenced by others around them. The whole album is titled “Good & Evil” and Tally Hall examines and criticizes this idea. If we keep dividing people into good and bad, eventually, we’ll all destroy ourselves.

“I’m Gonna Win”—a song about someone who’s struggling to get by. “Sometimes it can seem like a merciless dream”—life can get really hard and the protagonist wonders “what’s really worthwhile”. In the chorus, whoever, they declare that they’re “gonna win” no matter what. They might get “bloody and bruised” but they won’t give up until they “won’t be abused” and until they’re “laughing alone”. No matter how hard life/others kick them down, they’ll keep going. By the lines “It’s hard to be charming and smart and disarming; It’s hard to pretend you’re the best; It’s hard to fulfill everyone’s expectations; It’s hard to keep up with the rest” it’s implied that they find it tiresome to keep up appearances and be liked. It’s challenging to always fit everyone’s expectations, but they’ll continue doing whatever they have to to “win”.

if ranboo ever adds more songs to his playlist, i may add them here too :)

#dsmp #ranboo #dream smp analysis #ranboo analysis #song analysis #my analysis #ranboo ily ur taste is amazing brrr #this was a lot of fun but took so long rip #i knew like 90% of these lol

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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a smidge of in depth for this one...how they react to someone saying they’d die for them.

“then perish.” — I placed patience and Layla here?

Patience: she’s the character that doesn’t seem to sugarcoat anything. She can be very vocal, blunt, and sometimes sarcastic. (I get Sag, Scorpio, and Aries energy or maybe even Capricorn? Who knows that’s another topic lol.) However when it comes to relationships...if she’s in one of those moods where she doesn’t want to hear it or wants to keep SOMETHING to herself and feels that the person who is making this statement to her is being overtop by saying such!!! she’ll probably turn around and say something along those lines just to say it, not really fully meaning it but said it because she’ll know that’ll get you/them to shut up. Now if it’s someone who said this to her and she’s pissed/dislikes their character then she wants to see if they’re really about it. Patience is ride or die—that much is obvious ex.) when it came to her tossing the gun to save Coop’s ass.

Layla: she might be sweet but she’s got some spice in her. Layla can be a mean girl and she knows words hurt. Sticks and stones don’t mean shit around here. Again these all depend on the situation but I do feel like if this was out of hurt then Layla’s going to say this to make sure the person knows she’s serious when she says this. When she’s hurt she wants everyone else to feel what the hell she’s feeling. Which can be a unhealthy trait but that’s why I placed her here. Layla can take her hurt out on anyone in her path since she doesn’t know how to handle her pain due to her own neglect from her father.

“you will” — I placed Chris, Coop, and Jordan here

Chris: I feel like Chris will say this nonchalantly not really believing the person thinking they are just saying this to be saying it. He thinks nothing of it, actually finding it amusing more than anything. It’s more of a question mark with a dry tone more than a demand...unless you’ve pissed him off. We’ve seen pissed off chris and it probably doesn’t feel nice to be on the receiving end. Then in that case it’s more of a prove it statement which is also insane. But I’m sure this meme isn’t that serious to begin with 😂

Coop: we’ve already seen how that went with her and Spence. If someone said this to her she’s immediately confused and giving you/them a “wtf” glance. “You will—what? I’m not asking you to do all that. I’m not asking anybody to do anything for me, especially dyin’! I know you dropped something on the ground a few seconds ago and clearly, it’s yo mind!”

Jordan: this guy! My main man’s on the other hand...took me a minute to place him somewhere accurately. I feel like he can also fit in “I’d die for you first”= If he’s talking about Simone or someone he’s in love with, he might say this but will be shitting himself if that time actually comes literally speaking ofc. and “cool” = if he’s being asshole Jordan from season 1. Anyways, Jordan can be stubborn and impulsive (which is why I think he’s got Taurus and Aries energy) so again it depends on who exactly is saying this to him. Jordan is a guy about action so if you’re saying this to him, he wants you to not only mean it but show him how much you care. This is a demand.

“please don’t” — Olivia, Simone, Kia, and Darnell are taking this spot for me

Olivia: she’s been close to death before twice and daily with her addiction + witnessing Spencer take a bullet before and to have someone else say this to her is absolutely triggering so don’t say it or do it pls because she cannot and will not handle/cope well

Simone: she’s confused and will literally beg because she doesn’t want that on her Conscience. Even if it’s not that serious she doesn’t play with the idea of death. There’s too much to live for and she’s thankful that the person thinks so highly of her but she values life and knows she’s probably worth it but she never wants to have any control over anyone’s life especially when it comes to that aspect

Kia: similar to Simone. She’s looking at you/them crazy and asking if they’re okay? She might even laugh shortly about it. She’s aware of her worth but no one should have to end their journey in this lifetime over her. She appreciates it but it’s a no from her regardless

Darnell: “why tho?” Is basically his expression or his words. Then if he finds that they truly mean it he’s flattered but would much rather have them around to enjoy their time together. He already lost someone pretty important to him before (Cory) so he’s a little upset by what was said. He likes to keep the people he cares about close to him as possible even if they don’t mean it literally

“cool” — JJ, Shawn, and Vanessa

JJ: it’s more of a thrilled “cool!” Like wow you care that much about me that you’re willing to not only do that but eventually say it? Words of affirmation is JJ’s thing okay?! Automatic respect from JJ!!! If this is said; and it’s most likely mutual from him. Are we even surprised?

Shawn: he doesn’t believe it. It’s brushed off and he’s probably distracted doing something but it doesn’t really click until it’s quiet and he realizes. “You’ve been listening to that song by The Weeknd again huh?” He jokes but still appreciates them/you for saying such

Vanessa: it’s more a smile and shrug. She clearly heard what was said and she’s like “IKTR.” It’s hinted that the girl is confident and likes for others to be the same and to stand in their truth. Which is why she’s so drawn to Asher (😒 girl says it a thousand times since we’ve met her) and JJ. So if this is said to her it boosts her ego even if they’re just saying it to get on her good side

“I’d die for you first” — Spencer & Asher

Spencer: this is no shock. Do I even have to explain lol? Coop. Olivia. Spencer is a protector yet it can come off as a super hero complex. He can’t save everybody. But he will for damn sure try. That’s his character. He cares for his people and will do anything for them. And anyone. If that means death too then so be it.

Asher: again it depends on the relationship with this person. If it’s someone he truly cares about I think he’ll say it before he actually means it? Asher is still finding himself as a person (as they all are) and he seems to always search or either find what he can get from someone else? Ex.) Layla and Olivia + potential love interest with Vanessa and I don’t think it’s really intentional per say but if someone shows him a little bit of attention or that they care he can cling onto that (Leo energy? again probably a issue from his parents) quite quickly. So he might say it because it he felt like it was the right thing to say in that moment. Or if he’s genuinely in love, then this is what he’ll say because he seems like he can be passionate in relationships idk about him

A/N: Fin! Goodnight! That’s my writing for today. Agree or disagree?

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wizardofrozz · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Pair

Warnings: swearing, smut +18!!, angst I think (please let me know if I miss anything)

Pairing: Loki x OFC

A/N: Character’s thoughts are in italics

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Chapter 3: Something More?

(Loki POV)

I followed Violet as we moved out of the cave, watching her jump from rocks, mumbling to herself. “What are you doing?” I said as she stopped on top of a rock, throwing her arms out. “Entertaining myself,” she jumped down again. She started to sing out loud now that I called her out; I didn’t recognize the song, but I didn’t mind. I kept watching her put on a show, jumping around and singing when I realized I was smiling. Do I care about her? I shook my head, pushing the thought away that kept creeping into my mind after she called me out. My head started to ache at the constant battle with myself until I finally saw the sunset from the cave entrance a few hundred feet before us. Violet stopped at the entrance, staring out at the sunset; I stopped short, watching as the light washed over her, lighting up her skin, making her hair shimmer. “Beautiful,” I whispered, my chest constricting in admiration. “Isn’t it?” Violet turned toward me, a smile on her face. I was blown away by how stunning she looked bathed in the sunlight; I realized she heard me and didn’t know I was talking about her. “Y-yeah, I forget how beautiful Earth can sometimes be,” I said as I stood next to her. Violet closed her eyes, smiling as she stood in the sunlight as it disappeared over the horizon, taking a deep breath. “Ready to go?” she looked at me. “Yeah,” I grabbed her shoulder, thinking of the conjoined rooms we were staying in. She moved away from me as I opened my eyes; she walked through the bathroom toward her room, leaving me standing there. “I’m taking a shower!” I yelled to her. “Okay,” I heard her reply. I peeled my clothes off and stepped into the shower, turning the water to an uncomfortably cold temperature, even for me, trying to freeze out the memories of what happened in the cave. My hands against the shower wall, the ice-cold water beating against my back, and I still couldn’t get the sound of her soft moans out of my head or the way her lips moved against mine. Somehow, I forced my eyes open, pulling myself from the memory, trying to ignore my dick standing at attention, but I sighed, giving in. I gripped my hard-on, slowly pumping my hand over it, closing my eyes again, thinking of Violet. I groaned, increasing the speed, trying to stay as quiet as possible; I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Hey, Loki?” Violet’s voice broke through my haze; my eyes flew open, and I ripped my hand away from myself. “Yeah?” I answered, thankfully, my voice came out even. “I was going to get dinner. Do you want me to wait for you?” I heard her closer now. I leaned out of the shower, keeping my waist far away from the thin plastic, and saw her standing near her door. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Could you do me a favor and grab some of the clothes from my room? I didn’t think of it. Jeans and a t-shirt will be fine, oh a towel too,” I yelled as she walked into my room. “I grabbed boxers for you too,” she set the pile on the sink. “Hurry up,” she said over her shoulder before leaving. I sighed before quickly rubbing shampoo in my hair and scrubbing at my skin; I shut the water off and reached out for the towel. I walked into her room a few minutes later, pulling a zip-up jacket on to find her tying a new pair of boots. “Where did you get these again?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “I can make myself invisible to people here, so it was pretty easy,” she smirked. She stood up showing off the outfit she picked out; she had dark blue jeans on, black boots, and a black shirt that hung loosely around her with holes in the shoulders and a deep V. Her black hair fell in waves around her face; I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. “Ready?” I asked, gesturing for the door. /// After we ate dinner, Violet didn’t want to go back just yet, so we walked through the street of Chicago. I watched her look around at the city in amazement, admiring the lights, shops, all the people, and I followed behind, keeping an eye on her. The longer we walked, the more things I realized I enjoyed about her, the small things, aside from the unnerving, overwhelming pull to just be near her. I enjoyed how she lived in a musical; she was always singing and dancing even in the most serious of situations. The way she’d dance around me if I were too quiet for her liking. I liked the way she braided her hair if she had nothing better to, the way she chewed on her lip when she was deep in thought. The darker side of me enjoyed how she could shut it all off; she could kill someone with ease and go right back to the beautiful things in life. I love how she can live in the best of both worlds. Woah, love? “Loki!” Violet shouted, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thought. “Yes, darling,” I said sarcastically. “Ha-ha, I said, do you want to head back?” Violet stared up at me. “Yeah, that’s fine,” I shrugged, turning around to walk back. I felt Violet’s hand grab onto my arm, and suddenly I was sucked off the street and found myself in her room. “What the hell?” I looked around. My eyes landed on Violet, smiling proudly at me, bouncing slightly. “You did that?” I looked at her, my brows furrowed. “Yeah!” she squealed. “That’s amazing,” I smiled brightly at her, genuinely proud of her hard work. “I’ve been practicing,” she meekly turned away from me. “Be proud of yourself. You transferred two people; that’s no easy feat,” I put my hands on her shoulders, smiling down at her. “Thanks, Loki,” she smiled at me, leaning her cheek on my hand. “Get some sleep; we’re going to New York tomorrow. The doctor has finished the machine to open the portal we need,” I rubbed my thumb on her shoulder before pulling my hands away. “Finally!” she said, flopping down on her bed. “Get some sleep,” I smiled tightly before walking towards the bathroom. “Loki?” I heard her voice, closer this time, but I kept my back to her. “Hm?” I waited. “Do you care about me?” she whispered. Thank god my back was still to her so that she couldn’t see the expression on my face. “For some reason, yes,” I said, turning my face slightly towards her. “Why?” she asked more confidently this time. “You’re not scared of me. When I lose control and should scare you, I don’t,” I couldn’t stop the words tumbling from my mouth. “You accept the nasty things I say, the pain I cause you, the pain I bring on other people, and you enjoy it. I’m undeniably drawn to you in a way I don’t quite understand, and that is very unsettling.” I paused for a moment, watching her expression softened slightly. “You’re broken and hateful, darling, yet you still find beauty in the oddest thing,” I finally managed to shut myself up. “That was more than I expected, honestly,” she said, a little shocked; I snorted. “Goodnight, Vi,” I said, my mouth pulling into a thin line. “No,” she said simply; I turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” I turned around completely. “I’m not done here,” she was standing much closer this time. She jumped, wrapping her arms around my neck and crashing her lips to mine; I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She shifted and wrapped her legs around my waist, surprising me, before kissing me deeper. I recovered from the shock of the situation, running my hands to her thighs, sucking her tongue into my mouth, earning a soft moan from her. “Mmm,” I rumbled deep in my chest, breaking the kiss, moving my lips to her neck. I kissed and nibbled down her neck; her head fell back, giving me better access. I carried her to the bed, continuing my assault on her soft skin; her breathy moans were driving me insane. She moved her hands from around my neck, pushing my head away so she could yank her shirt over her head. I reached around and unhooked her bra in one swift motion, yanking it off, throwing it across the room. I dropped her down on the bed, unzipped my hoodie, and tossed it too, crawling on top of Violet, my lips finding her skin again. I ran kisses down her collar bone, my mouth finally finding her nipple, flicking my tongue over it as my other hand massaged the other. “Loki,” she moaned, wiggling underneath me. “Beautiful,” I growled. Violet clawed for my shirt, causing it to rip some; I decided to rip it completely off, throwing it towards the rest of the stray clothes. Her eyes widened, a lust-filled grin pulling across her face. She sat up, holding herself up on one arm, roughly pulling my lips to hers again. My hand ran down her thigh, stopping short, realizing her jeans were still on. “Off, now,” I commanded. She froze for a second but quickly slid out of her jeans, licking her lips; I moved back between her legs, my fingers ghosting across her outside of her underwear. “Uh,” a moan died in her throat when I moved my fingers away. Suddenly her eyes lit up; she sat forward, unbuttoning my pants, pushing them off my hips letting them pool at my ankles. Her wide eyes were glued to the tent in my underwear; her head snapped up, eyes locking with mine as she ran delicate fingers up the length of it. A growl deep in my chest made her smile, changing to rubbing her palm over it instead. “On your knees,” I commanded; she was eager to comply. She kneeled in front of me, looking up into my eyes; the complete submission could’ve made me come right there. She slowly reached up towards my boxers, waiting to see if I objected; she pulled my boxers down, my cock springing free. “Open,” I commanded roughly. Violet smirked before opening her mouth, sticking her tongue out; I ran the head over her tongue, groaning at the contact. She slowly took the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue. “Shit,” I groaned. She started bobbing her head, taking more of the length in her mouth with each movement; I shuttered when she quickly took my entire cock in her mouth. My head fell back, moaning loudly as she started picking up her pace; I tangled my fingers in her hair. I could feel my orgasm barreling at me; I grabbed a fistful of Violet’s hair, my cock popping out of her mouth. A high-pitched, surprised moan left her lips, her mouth still in an “O” shape as she looked into my eyes. “I wasn’t done,” Violet practically whined. “I’m not either,” I growled, pulling her to her feet by her hair, attaching my lips to hers again. I reached down to her opening, finding her panties were in the way; I ripped them from her, tossing them over my shoulder. Arousal was dripping from her by the time my fingers got there; I ran my fingers slightly through her opening before rubbing small circles around her clit. She started panting a soft moan into my mouth as I picked up speed; I pushed her towards the bed. She collapsed onto her elbows as I slid a finger inside her, still rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves. I inserted another finger, pumping slowly, finding her sweet spot. I moved my finger from her clit, dragging my lips down her body; I softly flicked my tongue as I made it to her clit. “Ah,” she moaned, her eyes screwing shut. “Look at me,” I commanded. “You wait until I tell you to come, little one,” I stopped all movement. “Yes, sir,” she moaned softly, my cock getting painfully hard. I resumed swirling my tongue around her clit, pumping my fingers faster than before; her moans got louder and louder as her orgasm built. I could feel how close she was, her walls squeezing around my fingers; she was desperately trying to hold out. “Come for me, darling,” I demanded; she screamed, letting go. She came all over my hands, twitching as she rode out her high; I pulled my fingers out, licking them clean as she watched me, intrigued. “You’re delicious, darling,” I winked. “Loki, please,” Violet whimpered, reaching for me. “What is it?” I cocked my head to the side, playing dumb. “I need you,” she panted. “Tell me what you need,” I directed. “Fuck me, please,” she tried to reach for me again, but I stayed out of reach. “Elaborate little one,” I teased, running my fingers up her thigh. “God damnit, Loki, if you don’t fuck me until I forget my name, I’m going to do it myself,” she barked at me. “Say no more, my dear,” I growled, roughly pulling her to the edge of the bed where I stood. I lined up with her opening, slowly pushing into her, letting her adjust as I inched deeper. “Mmm, so wet for me,” I whispered. “All for you,” she finished with a moan as I bottomed out. I stood still, watching her wiggle underneath me, needing friction. “Loki, please!” her begging became more desperate. I roughly snapped my hips into her, causing her to scream out; my head was spinning. I started to slowly thrust into hers, finding a rhythm that made her moan every time. I pulled out of her suddenly, she gasped, snapping her eyes to mine; I flipped her on her stomach, pulling her to her knees. I slid back in from behind, finding my rhythm again, slamming into her sweet spot with each thrust; her head fell back onto my shoulder, her moans filling my head. My fingers slid over her clit again, drawing different shapes, while my other hand clamped down on her throat, squeezing. Violet was coming unraveled as I pounded into her; her moans become more frantic, her body shaking against mine. “Don’t you come yet,” I growled in her ear; she whimpered desperately, I chuckled. I picked up my pace, moans leaving my mouth at a more consistent interval as I got closer to the edge; my thrust started to get sloppy, and I could feel my orgasm coming. Violet was violently shaking under me, trying to hold out for me. “Let go,” I choked out. She screamed even louder this time as she came, dragging me over the edge with her. I yelled out as I came, coating her walls, burying myself deep inside her. She collapsed against me, desperately trying to catch her breath, tears of ecstasy rolling down her cheeks. I slowly slid out of her, causing her to shutter, but held her close, dropping my head on her shoulder, breathing heavily. Her hand found its way to my hair, where she lazily played with my messy curls. “Have I ever told you how cute your curls are?” she whispered, twirling a curl around her finger. “Have I ever told you how absolutely beautiful you are?” I whispered into her shoulder. “I don’t think so,” she leaned her cheek on the side of my head. The muscles in my legs started to twitch in my post-orgasm haze; I ached to drop onto the soft sheets. “I’m ready for bed,” I stood up straighter, bracing to catch her if I needed to. “Will you stay?” she asked, still facing away from me. I turned her around, cupping her face in my hands, staring into her eyes. “Are you sure?” I whispered. “Please,” she whispered back; I gently kissed her lips. “Let’s go clean up first,” I smiled at her. I helped her to her feet, keeping her balanced on wobbly legs as we went to the bathroom. “Go,” I pointed to the toilet; she scoffed but obeyed. I grabbed two clean wash cloths and running them under warm water before cleaning myself off. After using the bathroom, she washed her hands; I picked her up and sat her on the sink; she squealed at the cool touch. I ran the clean washcloth over her thighs, along with her core, cleaning any remnants of my come. “Let’s go to bed,” she yawned. “I’m going to grab clean boxers; I’ll meet you there,” I smiled, shooing her towards the bedroom. I came back in clean underwear to find her curled up in bed with an oversized t-shirt on, reaching towards me. I climbed into bed next to her, pulling her into my chest; she snuggled closer, sighing. “Goodnight, Loki,” she whispered. “Goodnight, darling,” I muttered. I drifted off to sleep listening to Violet’s soft breathing.

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Series Masterlist | Chapter 4

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4dtk · 4 years ago

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stuck with you

pairing: enemy!journalist!haechan x journalist!reader

genre: angst, fluff, humour, enemies to lovers (hope i did the trope justice tbh TT)

warnings: cursing, f words lmao, i mention stranger things a lot in this??? mainly bc i just finished watching it w a friend. i also only use ‘haechan’ when narrating the story so i don’t get confused! the timeline for this is Very Weird as well bc like i didn’t consider how long a pandemic would last…… so Uhm. pls just excuse the weird ass time sequence. also referenced yangyang’s bastard child behaviour from dream plan where he packs his things messily and kun had to mf intervene and yangyang had the audacity to go like “see, this is how u get ppl to pack for you, now i don’t have to do anything” 💀

word count: 8k (a headache to proofread...)

A/N: first time trying an e2l trope and im not sure if it was done ok??? i didn't want it to feel too rushed so i tried to spread out the days as much as i could!! i also included small snippets of their life w the other so it won’t seem like the fic is just focusing on the e2l concept! was inspired tons by the lyrics of stuck with u by ariana grande and jb, so that song is definitely something you can listen to if you read this! hope you enjoy ^^

[day 1]

"you're insufferable," you groan, reluctantly handing over the remote control for the hotel's television after some unsuccessful scrolling.

hotels never exactly had much range anyway.

you were very much already dreading the time ahead with the male, sadly having been stuck in quarantine not even half a day with haechan.

offering to go to a neighbouring country to report on the rising covid-19 situation, you didn't expect your rival to tag along, no doubt seeking to craft up a better story than you would.

and so, you were now nudging the remote control into his waiting palm with a roll of your eyes. you hoped it emphasised your annoyance with him even a little, standing up to prepare a cup of tea before bed.

"are you going to keep watching television while i sleep?" you ask a genuine question, peeking at him through the mirror of the vanity that sat outside the bathroom.

he just shrugs with a tired sigh, turning his attention back to the cartoon playing in front of him.

"okay, well, keep to your side of the bed and i'll stay in mine. we need to be social distancing, anyway."

there's a hint of "okay, loser" mumbled under his breath, but you pay it no thought as you finish your tea and brush your teeth before you skillfully set up a fortress made out of pillows.

"ow! what the hell?"

"your leg was in the way, jeez! move it, and i'll stop annoying you," you said, putting up the last of your requested pillows beside where haechan currently sat.

taking one last glance at haechan, you wondered when the lockdown in your country would last before they start letting people fly in. for now, you were trapped with the nightmare himself in a sad hotel room, with only a bed to share.

"goodnight," he tells you, but the sardonic way he says it irks you to the point where you settle for silence instead. the only thing that drones on are the voices of the cartoon, soon fading as you feel into a dreamless sleep.

[day 4]

"this virus thing is probably driving me insane by day, and you, lee haechan, are adding on to it!"

"no headlines, no idea what style to write in, minimal pictures-" the doorbell to the hotel room interrupts your current rant, prompting you to storm off to answer the call with an annoyed look.

"what now?" taken aback by your quick response, the housekeeping girl retracts with downturned eyebrows and a voice hesitant to speak. your roommate comes to the rescue almost immediately when he's heard the commotion.

you watch as he sends her a smile and a wink, deflating when he's let her in to clean up the room. you're not sure why you can't keep your eyes off the both of them as they converse, blaming it mostly on your hatred for the male.

with the last of her duties fulfilled, you offer to help her with the cleaning supplies as an apology, but she cuts you off almost immediately. there's a linger in her step, however, as she walks the short hallway to the door, evident in wanting haechan to send her off as he received her.

turning back to call him, he holds up a hand as he types down his opening lines to an article, prompting you to shoot the housekeeper girl another apologetic look.

"sorry again," you mumble, letting out a sigh at how this was all playing out. day four and you were already making enemies with the hotel crew.

"maybe day forty-one is where i fall in love with lee haechan," you scoffed, perhaps listing down all the unfortunate things that could happen while you were in quarantine.

one of them was catching feelings for your rival.

rolling your eyes, you settled on the bed to catch a few Zs as he continued to work on his article, though you weren't exactly sure about the weight your words held.

[day 9]

"haechan, what is this?" you ask with an eyebrow raised, his dirty boxers barely hanging off your finger.

haechan only groans at that, knowing you were relentless in the laundry. even in a pandemic, he was sure you'd prioritise your clothes first.

"jesus! don't go picking up my underwear just like that!" he snatches it from you, folding it neatly and placing it next to where his luggage sat. unfortunately, yours was right beside his.

"you think just because you're doing the laundry you're able to look through a man's prized possessions-!"

your jaw drops, "it was near the sink, haechan! i don't want to look at the checkered pattern on your boxers when i brush my teeth. i don't want it near my face either."

haechan groans yet again, running a hand through his hair in frustration before turning back to the computer, a blank document opened up in front of him.

despite gathering findings, interviewing healthcare workers and serving the public alongside frontline staff, he had deleted every attempt at writing.

there's a rumble from the bathroom, perhaps from your upset stomach or the choked pipe, but sometimes they sounded too similar he couldn't tell it apart. haechan stifles a laugh when there's a "fuck!" echoing behind the door, though unsure if he should help you or not.

when haechan hears another crash, he comes running without hesitation with a face morphed into furrowed eyebrows and a tilt of the head.

"don't just stand there, you moron!"

haechan snaps out of his daze to assist you off the floor, swiftly helping you even more off the floor as he carries you to the bed with a stiff one arm. you notice his other hand hanging awkwardly, probably not knowing what to do with it before you feel the soft sheets under your butt.

he gets to work within a minute, fishing for an ointment and some bandages his mother forced him to bring. he remembers it as he always has: a caring mother looking out for her son, maybe a little too much sometimes.

haechan is thankful for his mother, now, for the stray bandages laying around in his pouch.

you watch in silence as he cleans the cut with alcohol, wincing when his hand hadn't even touched your skin.

"my hand isn't even on your skin yet! jeez, calm down."

you shake your head, holding onto his bicep to halt his arm, "just use water, please."

exhaling in exasperation, you wonder if you've pissed him off tenfold when he leaves for the bathroom with a side-eyed glance, though not hostile.

"problematic," haechan whispers, dabbing a wet cloth over the wound carefully before applying the ointment and securing the bandages.

"your words contradict your actions so much, haechan. i never know what you're thinking." sighing, you pull your leg away from his hold after he's done with the bandages, making your way to the bathroom and leaving him in his thoughts.

"why do you want to know?"

haechan gets silence; the lock of the bathroom audibly turns to signal another wall put up between the two of you. with another frustrated groan, the boy plops down on the chair to work on his article with the right words forming in his mind.

even if he was the one who asked, he wasn't sure if he was ready to tell you.

[day 13]

"stranger things is freaking me the fuck out, man!" haechan whispered, ignoring your pleads and groans to continue writing.

"haechan! give me the damn laptop! i don't even know why you brought an HDMI cable when it doesn't work with the television system here!"

"well, we got one that matches it, didn't we?" he said, eyes peeled to the screen that showed the young boy, will, in the upside-down.

"you mean you did!" you shoved him, ready to disconnect the devices before haechan held you back, clearly entranced by the next sequence of eleven being able to see will in a pool of salt.

"ugh, god, i don't even know why people watch the show!" you spill with sourness, knowing the show was praised for its excellent acting and writing.

haechan raises an eyebrow, turning to you with a strangely slow speed.

"stranger things have received multiple awards, and you didn't give any other reason. are you scared?"

when you struggle to find words, haechan laughs at his revelation, hiding his pearly whites behind his hand as he continues to make fun of you.

"yeah yeah, i'm scared! so what?"

"'oh haechan! oh no~ i'm terrified, would you care to provide some comfort?' jeez, don't worry, man, i'll protect you." there's a cheeky glimmer in his eyes and a cocky smirk on his face which you very much want to wipe off with the disinfectant in the toilet.

"it's not all that bad, c'mon! give it a-" turning back to the tv, the sudden attack of the demogorgon lashing out at the camera has the male screaming, hiding behind your body in fear.

"you were saying, mr superman?" you deadpan, unlatching his arms around your waist as you sink deeper into the sheets with your phone in hand.

[day 17]

haechan thrashes in his sleep, almost knocking the wine glass you had in your hands when he crosses over the pillow barrier you made.

"what in the hell-" you winced, keeping an eye on the male should he have any more outbursts that would ruin both wine night and the stuff you were working on for the article.

with tipsy hands, your keyboard keys unconsciously write out a letter of disdain and confusion regarding haechan, the boy sleeping next to you with a cute drooling face and curly hair.

with beautiful tan skin like that, you wondered why he didn't model instead. with a voice as impressive as his, you wondered why he didn't sign a contract. with natural hosting capabilities, you wondered why didn't fucking get the place of a talk show host.

because man, he can get pretty bothersome sometimes.

[day 20]

the next few days pass by with a breeze.

despite not knowing how the current pandemic will turn out, you find haechan more bearable, his habits being dumped in the past with a wave of a hand.

petty arguments occur, of course, until one of you brushes off the matter like nothing.

today was one of the days you won't back down.

there's worry evident on your face, eyes scanning through every last document on the stupid laptop. fingers travel fast over the keyboard as the realisation slowly dawns on you.

with slumped shoulders, you take a deep breath before turning to the male.

"what do you mean you accidentally deleted my article? i know we're sharing the damn laptop, but we established that you stay on your files and i stay on mine."

the other waved his hand, "i did not touch any of your files, (y/n), i'm not sure what happened."

"how could you not know? what the hell? i had good content on it, but now i have to spend more hours reorganising the news and interview answers and everything else in my notes. thanks, lee haechan."

"maybe if you weren't so caught up in me trying to sabotage your place in the publication team, then you would've believed me." he shrugged, taking a seat on the one bed like nothing.

you scoffed, arms crossing across your body. "funny how you mention sabotage because a villain never reveals their motive. that's why you came with me, didn't you?"

haechan stuck his tongue out to the side of his mouth, eyes blinking and rolling like an 8-ball that it sickened you to the core.

"villain? i'm the villain?"

"was i not clear?" you hiss, stepping closer to the male.

"no, make it more precise, please. i wanna hear it word for word. spit it out, coward."

with every word, you plunged your finger into his chest, looking deep into his eyes. "you're set out to take my place for department editor, where you know i'm best at."

"and that department would be...?" he crossed his arms, looking down at you with scorn you wished you could slap off his face.

"the..." you gulp with his face all up in yours, eyes boring as he awaits your answer, no doubt losing confidence at your realisation.

"the world depart...ment? you love to travel, right?" you trail off, biting your lip in anxiety when you remember how he was on the plane. you don't exactly remember whether he was more excited or scared.

"wrong! try again."

"politics?" you propose.

haechan's face contorts into disbelief, with his mouth twisted with perplex and eyebrows furrowed. "me? politics?"

your mouth runs dry at the roadblock you've faced, and as that annoying, stupid smirk grows, your hatred for him increases by the charts.

"naming departments i'd rather die than join, running your mouth, accusing me of deleting your files..." haechan shakes his head dramatically, rolling his eyes and letting out a fat sigh.

"you think i wanna be stuck here with your infuriating ass? god, you're so entitled, aren't you? aren't you?!"

"talking like you own the place, talking like you're the only one in this world, talking like- mhfh-"

within three angry steps, you were across the room.

within three booming steps, your hands were on his face.

within three significant steps, you were kissing lee haechan.

"you never learn to shu..." with horror, you're brought back from the trance with widened eyes.

"oh, god, sorry. what. what the hell. what the fuck?" you whisper, pushing the boy away with both hands in a panic, trying to highlight your scorn for him by wiping your lips on your sleeve.

had you liked it?

the other scurried to the balcony in a frenzy while you collected yourself in the bathroom, although no amount of water could calm your nerves.

with shaky words in bed, you both agreed to never talk about it again.

[day 25]

"hey, i can see your damn annotations on my article, (y/n). will you stop it?" haechan whines, making you second guess if he was joking or not.

for the nth time that day, you roll your eyes and proceed to sip from your cup of gin tonic that haechan desperately wanted you to try. it was... a refreshing taste, but hell, you wouldn't drink this even if it was the last beverage on earth.

"i'm just giving my feedback, be thankful i didn't bring up that stupid kiss five days ago. bleugh."

haechan falls quiet at that, fingers lingering over the keyboard as he typed out some note with the speed of a sloth's.

"hey, call me donghyuck. that's my actual name," he mumbles, glancing at you through his bangs while he awaits your reply.

"donghyuck? is haechan an alias?"

the boy shrugs, "i don't know, maybe. my friends gave it to me when i was younger, and i just stuck with it."

"full sun? your friend gave it to you, sure." you grin with a gesture of your hand, almost spilling the gin in the clear glass before breaking into small laughter with the other.

[day 28]

"hey! hey, what the hell?" you whisper, feeling the boy huddle up to you in lightning speed.

"what is wrong with you?" you whisper-shout, nudging him off your body as his phone screen remains as the only thing illuminating his face.

"sorry, i- i was watching stranger things while i was shitting and after i cleaned up... i heard something and bolted out of there."

"so now you're butt naked? hyuck, ew!" you groan, thankful for the sheets that were covering your body and his junk. his reluctance to get off you didn't seem to bother you as much as earlier, but you still wished he wasn't literally naked against you.

"go put on your underwear, you big baby. i'll be here when you come out. no demogorgon is going to come out, for real."

"no no, i was watching season two and it was that big shadow thingy that freaked me out. can't you feel this poor boy shivering?" haechan sighed, eyes never leaving the corridor that led to the bathroom.

"i can, and i also can feel your dick. please get dressed, or you're sleeping on the floor," you mumble, pulling the sheets to cover your freezing body.

[day 31]

your face hits something soft, cuddling into it even further because of its warmth before you realise there was only one other thing that would be warm in the room.

haechan.

your breath shakes, and your eyes widen as you pull yourself away from his embrace. your subtle movement leaves him thrashing around, though, and his arms tighten around your figure slowly and endearingly.

gulping, you will your hands to stay in their place, opting to freeze to death although there are hints of heat crawling onto your face.

when you wake up, you find that his hand's in yours and maybe you were searching for one wrong thing. an anomaly, an exception. it fit in yours perfectly, however, his tanned skin glowing lightly under the rays of sun filtering through the curtains.

you hoped he didn't realise the small shift of your fingers as they enclosed around his hand.

[day 32]

"what are you doing out here?" haechan asked quietly, peeking around the sliding door before joining you on the chilly balcony. it wasn't much, but it was still different and refreshing from the old, stagnant aircon air that was blowing in the hotel room.

"can't sleep," you whisper. you had your arms around your figure cautiously, as if it could protect you from all the bad, evil and terror in the world. at this point, you weren't sure what was it that you were feeling, but it sure didn't involve entertaining haechan's teasing.

luckily, he bit his tongue from making the usual snarky remarks.

"it's two in the morning, what's up?"

you shake your head in reply, watching the empty streets as the last light in the apartment across you switches off. sure, at two in the morning, pavements were dusty clean, and the birds were sleeping, but there would always be younger boys smoking along the road, or a drunken group of friends laughing about a past memory.

now that the pandemic forced everyone into their homes, everything was pretty much dead. there wasn't that excitement you felt when you saw a late-night kiss shared between two lovers or the snug hug of a child to his father who was working overtime that day.

"nothing's up, hyuck, it's fine. you can get back to sleep if you want."

maybe today you two were the one causing the ruckus this time, though. haechan may have let his words slipped, and at that moment, you knew you regretted that bloom in your chest when his lips met yours.

"you're so hard to read, (y/n). i want you to be able to trust me, tell me what's going on."

"why do you wanna know anyway? so you can expose me of my bad habits and weak points?" you whisper, eyes trained on the flickering lamppost a few yards away.

"there you go again! again with the sabotage?" haechan scoffed, exiting the small space and stepping back into the room of mixed emotions.

"is this just about your feelings for me?"

haechan laughed, "my feelings? might i remind you that you were the one who kissed me full on the lips twelve days ago? what was that all about? i wanna talk about it, even though we said we wouldn't! i wanna talk about why you hate me so much. i wanna talk about why your emotions are so contradictive!"

your mouth hangs open as you sputter out a heated reply, but instead gets interrupted with a knock on the door.

"keep quiet, you damn teenagers! i don't need your petty fights at two in the morning!" with padded feet, the guest returns to his room and slams the door to emphasise his complaint. swallowing, your mind goes blank as it focuses only on one question.

"why do you want to know so much lee haechan? what are you gaining out of this? if it's not sabotaging, then what is it?!" you whisper, standing your ground as with the first argument.

your throat is clenched up, and your fists are balled up tightly with nails digging into your palm. your heartbeat races like a fast car and your breathing's laboured in the cold room. there's no movement for a second, though they feel like minutes on end as haechan struggles to answer your question.

"what is it, lee donghyuck?" you cry out again, the sparkle in your eyes shining brightly from the tears of your never-ending dispute. he wished it was from the moonlight, instead. he wished the two of you were laughing over the rim of wine glasses and sharing the mischievous glimmer of the moon in your eyes.

"it's nothing. don't mind it." the other turns to catch up on sleep, leaving you to bite your lip.

"now you're doing it, now you're the one doing it. just tell me, you dumbass!" you mumble, pulling on his pyjama sleeve and tugging you to him.

"i like you, okay! it's out there now, i like you a lot, but you make it feel like a crime to do it," haechan whispers, "whatever. fuck this."

"no- what- no, we'll talk this out." you propose, adjusting your grip on his wrist with the curl of your fingers.

the male shakes his head and snatches his arm back, "no, forget it, and i'd prefer if you left me alone, (y/n)."

even with the warmth of his body next to yours, your body felt frozen and stiff. even with the thick duvet cover over you, you felt out of place in the stale hotel room, with colour becoming black and white, they merge into grey as the moonlight shone without a care for your problems.

there's action on the balcony when your eyes flutter open in the morning, noticing the quiet way haechan observes those rushing to work as well as social distancing officers making their rounds.

his eyes look hopeful and youthful, different from the tired ones the night before, or rather, this morning. you hadn't forgotten the angry neighbour banging on the door, and you definitely hadn't forgotten about how much you've wounded haechan this morning.

with a soft knock, you let him know of your presence and you just miss the way his eyes soften at your bed hair and messy appearance. his gaze turns hard in a second as he turns back to the apartment across yours, the balcony door showing your reflection of how hesitant you were.

haechan wished he could take your hands in his and accept your apology in a heartbeat, but he stayed seated and waited for whatever you wanted to say.

"don't run off, please." there's a shameful hand on his shoulders, and he's dying to get up when he sees your downcast eyes in the reflection across the street.

"i was too caught up in getting department head that i... didn't consider other possibilities. even the possibility of you uhm... liking me. it's still a weird concept to me, especially with how much we bicker."

"i'm sorry i didn't stay to hear out your feelings and rather, i just talked over you instead. i'm not sure if you want to accept this or not, but i want to open up—about this, about your feelings and... i don't know how much i've masked my emotions, i just know that we need to communicate."

the doorbell interrupts your apology, but you internally thank the housekeeping for bringing breakfast for the two of you.

with silence over breakfast, you weren't sure how the other felt as he scoffed down the croissant and almost burned his tongue with the coffee he ordered.

[day 33]

the boy barely watches the television and instead, reads over the article you were working on. seeing as it was already there when he logged on, he skimmed through it out of curiosity, finding that you were rephrasing the messy typos and sentences frantically on your notes.

haechan never forgot the way you were typing away on the laptop, eyes reading and rereading the sentences to make sure they made sense, to make sure they were clear to the reader.

the argument had taken a toll on you, too. he sees it in the way your eyes sink when your words turn out choppy and lacking, he sees it in the way you lug your body to the bathroom after a late night, he sees it in the way you struggle to hold your smile while attending an interview.

'haechan. you confuse me. i'm not...' the note below it trails off, piquing his curiosity at what it had in store.

'haechan.' big and bold letters it wrote, with a few dozen question marks below it. your writing skills shine through even in an informal note about your self-proclaimed rival, each line prompting the other to read more.

'you confuse me. i'm not sure what you're at but, it doesn't seem natural for you to tag along with someone you hate, right? that's what i was thinking too.'

'jeez, i remember hating when suyeon told me you were coming along. i didn't believe her one bit until she showed me your plane ticket and the hotel rooms next to each other. god, and when i came here, it was a day of interviewing before the damn government decided to close flights and force us into a room together.'

'i heard that other people had to be separated. i didn't know why we were the unlucky two that had to be put in a room together. i wished we didn't, almost. of course, you annoyed me when we first moved in. hogging the tv to no end, leaving your dirty underwear everywhere, running your mouth just like at our workplace.'

'i couldn't take it, maybe. sure, my brother has similar antics, but there was just something about you that just set me off, you know? i wouldn't have thought it was the opposite, or at least, i think so.'

'i'm counting the days. day 17 and i'm not sure why i feel this bubbling feeling inside me. of course, there's anger—i'm sure it's there, but there's also this other thing i get whenever i look at you.'

'my heart clenches up, and my hands become clammy, but it couldn't be a crush, right? i would've wasted my breath shouting, and my strength whacking your shoulder.' that makes haechan chuckle and look over at you where the soft light dances over your face.

'and then i started imagining. how would your arms wrap around me? how would your infuriating laughter, which somehow turned out to be so contagious, feel in the crook of my neck? yikes, that was cheesy.'

'what would it feel like if we fell in love for one night? where would you bring me and what would we eat? would we make out in your car like unruly teenagers?'

'what would it be like to love you? it's dumb, isn't it? i don't know. i've liked this bickering thing we had going on, and it's amusing to see you one-up me. i'm not sure if i want that to change and i'm not sure if you want us to, either.'

'maybe i'm wrong, and i'm the only one in this thing. this is so stupid, writing while he's sitting next to me. i'll regret this, maybe. goodnight.'

haechan sighs, closing the device in thought, confused at the words he wasn't exactly supposed to read. had you done this on purpose? he was sharing the laptop with you...

the boy brushed it off, placing the laptop on the vanity before adjusting your side of the duvet, hoping he could find the right words. with hesitant steps, he keeps to his side of the bed, thinking, thinking, thinking.

when he couldn't no more, haechan fell into the spell of slumber in the comfortable hotel room.

[day 34]

"tea?" he asks from the bathroom as the door clicks behind you, returning from the short hotel walk with a new keychain hanging from your sling bag.

"yeah sure, thanks."

the water runs as he fills up the kettle as the constant whir of the aircon and the conversation on the television keeps you company in the vast quietness of the room.

you weren't sure if you should say anything, but when you saw the dishevelled appearance of your roommate, you knew you had to bring up the argument and apology.

"haechan, about our... feelings. do you want to talk about them?" you whispered, a reply reaching your ears in the form of his spoon against the porcelain mug.

haechan hands you the drink wordlessly, sitting on the chair at the vanity before sipping cautiously at the tea. there are unexchanged glances between the two of you before he sighs at your expectant hand tapping the sheets.

"i think it's about time we did," he mumbled, dragging the laptop off the wooden table with anxiety. the other opened it without saying anything, catching you by surprise when the mouse hovers over your note.

"hae- donghyuck! no! what the hell?"

he holds up a hand and clicks on it anyway, making your heart drop to your stomach as he turned the device towards you.

"read the bottom." haechan whispers as you pull the laptop closer to you, settling it on your lap as he observed your expressions carefully.

'i read it, i'm sorry.' you look at him and lift up a hand to prepare to whack him, a defeated sigh escaping you before you carried on.

'was it wrong to read it? of course, and i cannot apologise more for doing shit like that when we still have unsolved tension between us in this small ass room. it was incorrect, but.'

'do you feel the same as me? is bickering all we have to do? why can't we work anything out? they're the questions i keep asking myself after i read your letter.'

'i guess i was too caught up in the fight and not wanting to be the loser that i... can't deny that i've never thought about wanting to get to know you, even if you were that sought out to be my destined enemy.'

'when we fought earlier, you kissed me. i know we said not to mention it, but, uhm, it was good. i liked it. i'm not sure if the reason why you did it was because of the reason you mentioned in the note, but at the time, i assumed it was to shut me up. i thought something would happen after, though you pushed me away and apologised right away.'

'it was a far off dream that i had, but i think it was after i bandaged your foot. you said that you didn't know what was going on in my mind, and i told you.'

'it was like, i was granted an insight into an alternate world, another universe where you didn't feel the strain, where you legitimately assumed i was going for your position.'

'you scoffed when i confessed, right then and there, on day 9. i was counting, too, and it was a scary, confusing dream. i think that's why i held it off as long as i could until your words puzzled and angered me further because you just didn't get it.'

'you scoffed and told me to get lost, pushing on my shoulders where we fought on the balcony for everyone to see. you never spoke to me, you never mentioned my article nor the interviews. we never joked over wine, and we always kept to our side of the bed.'

'i was convinced that heaven wanted me to stay away from you and your heart. maybe it was broken too many times, and you had someone up there looking out for you.'

'i feel like i'm copying off the textbook of some greek mythology starter pack, but i'm for real! no kidding.' you smiled, looking at him with nervous eyes at the small joke he put in.

'i guess whoever put that dream in my sleep really wanted us not to be together because i think i would've told you i liked you on the spot itself. i let my conscious get the best of me.'

'i know this is a lazy way of conveying my feelings, and i wished i could do it with words, but i feel like you wouldn't believe me otherwise. i rushed it this morning when you went on your morning walk around the hotel and when you let me know of your stroll in a soft voice, i wanted nothing more than to get you in my arms as we wake up to the housekeeping service.'

'i didn't want any more tension between us, and i didn't want to be interrupted by your alarm while we avoid each other more. it hurts seeing you escape the room in haste. you said it was weird for me to tag along with someone i hate, too, and that someone was you. i guess you found out why.'

looking up, you found him right in front of you, mouth dry from his reply to your letter. with a gulp, you leaned forward to meet his lips halfway.

"i'm sorry to whoever's up there," he whispers, prompting a grin and a laugh out of you.

the laptop is forgotten on the bed as haechan situates himself over you, clutching your shoulder gently while his lips move quickly, fast to make up for lost time.

"wait wait, wait, you're not playing me, are you?" you mumble in return, reluctantly pulling away while witnessing the way his eyes soften at your guard still up. haechan shakes his head forlornly, tongue pressing up against the side of his mouth nervously.

"no, i'm not, (y/n)," he says quietly with as much sincerity he can muster, removing his hand from your shoulder with a forced smile.

"okay." there's a shakiness to your voice, but when you bring his lips back to yours, it gives you a rush of confidence. your skin is burning up, and your hands can't stop wandering as his lips capture yours, repeatedly moving against yours like a trance.

you grant haechan access to your mouth with a whimper, melting into his embrace as his arms wrap tighter around your figure. his eagerness lingers when he pushes forward, straddling your lap as his leg nudges the laptop.

"wait, hyuck, wait, the laptop!" you joke, placing the device on the floor before getting back into the kiss with just as much fervour. within a minute or so, the other breaks away to say the words you so hated to hear:

"we... we need to talk. we can't just kiss the fight off, although i very much like to," haechan murmurs the last part, making you stifle a smile.

you nod quickly, repeating the word "okay" like a robot. your hands naturally travel from his arms down to his fingers, and you clutch them like your life depended on it.

"we have... established, that i like you, correct?" haechan whispers, scooting closer as his tea-ridden breath surrounds you. from here, you could even smell the buttered croissant he ate this morning.

it made you smile, something simple as that.

"why- why are you laughing (y/n)?" he asks anxiously, eyes darting to find the reason why you found this so funny.

"no. no no no, i'm thinking of... the croissant you ate just now, and," you sigh, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

"i'm thinking of the way your eyes light up when you show me the articles you idolise so much, and i'm thinking of the way you cuddle up to me whenever we watch stranger things."

"i'm thinking of the way you thought i wouldn't give you a chance, even though i've been pondering on the same thing as you. i'm thinking of the things that make up lee haechan, lee donghyuck. yes, you like me, and yes i like you, but i guess i haven't told you the reason."

"i hated you, i really did. i found every reason to convince my mind to hate you. gaining trust, signing up for events you didn't know shit about, sucking up to the seniors, stealing my friends when they didn't know your personality. the personality i didn't even want to know because i was too busy in my little bubble."

"assuming you'd want to get department head was the cherry on top, because why else would you want to tag along? that was the factor that convinced me and confirmed my suspicions from day one."

you grunt in opposition, clearly not liking the truth that was spilling from your lips. haechan deserved to know, however. you kept your eyes trained on his lap where his hands were holding yours in support, crumbling from the blindness that caused your hatred.

"so from then, the plane ride, immigration, the cab to the interview place, the cab back, the hotel room, my hatred for you boiled over." you listed, voice breaking as you looked haechan in the eye.

"it was stupid of me to assume, to assume the worst of you when i didn't even know you. i wasn't even sure why i felt so bitter looking at you, but the way you acted, the way you whined, worked me up so much that i figured that was how you were."

"now when i'm sitting here with the curtains drawn, i can see why you're so attractable and easy to talk to and easy-going and bright that my friends keep talking to you."

"i can see why the seniors turn to you because you're reliable and hardworking without uttering a single word."

"i can see why you wanted to hop on this flight with me because you're always curious about the world and how you can expand your skill set."

and as you said word after word, haechan observes you with a soothing hand against your forearms. his eyes shine for a different reason, for the lost time he could've had if the two of you didn't have this massive barrier. a massive barrier that's been up for the longest time.

brick by brick, the wall is being torn down. as you hold haechan's face in the stillness of the room, you feel closer to him than you've ever felt and his tears match your frustrated ones.

choking on sobs, delayed apologies were all you could whisper.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, really. we fought so bad that day, and i was so goddamn insensitive..." you sigh, swallowing a lump when his hand reached up to wipe the tears. with a blocked nose, you breathe shakily as housekeeping interrupts the moment.

you nod towards the door as he stood up slowly to reveal the same housekeeping girl. she cleaned up the bathroom and wardrobe quietly as the two of you stood awkwardly in the small space. she had left the sheets since everyone was practically stuck in, anyway.

haechan nudges you toward the door with a shove, shooting the same housekeeping girl a small smile and a bow as an apology to the previous run-in.

"he confessed his feelings?" she inquired softly, noticing the tear marks on your face.

you bit your lip, "yeah."

"that's good, he's finally not a coward." she laughs, folding the used towels and placing them with her.

you leaned against the door, asking for an explanation with your puzzled look.

"he was someone i liked, before. we had classes back in high school. it was just a dumb crush, honestly." the housekeeping girl shrugs, resting her head on her fist in thought.

"i think he liked me, and i did too, but we didn't do much except for exchange looks and flirt because both of us were just too scared." she shakes her head and adjusts the disinfectant spray bottle, fidgeting with the nozzle.

"i'm glad he had enough courage to admit his feelings."

nodding along to her statement, she bids you farewell as her figure fades with each step, leaving you with a sense of calmness to the end of this situation.

[day 38]

"is... is this okay?" haechan asks, arm hovering over your body while waiting for your confirmation. you smile and nod, sinking into his side as you venture in the third season of stranger things together.

"don't you think we should be working on our articles?" you whisper, looking up at him from where you were with raised eyebrows.

the boy opens and closes his mouth in thought, gesturing to the television with an exaggerated expression.

"stranger things, ma'am."

you click your tongue and sigh with a smile, turning back to the show as you try to relax for an online interview in a few hours.

[day 39]

"what do you say about my set-up?" haechan nudges you, proud of the hangout area he prepared on the balcony. although small, he had no trouble making it look comfortable.

with a smile, you pop open the wine to celebrate the last scheduled interview for the trip, clinking glasses with haechan in the setting sun.

the country you were supposed to return to was slowly opening up flights for those stranded overseas and as refreshing as a different environment was, you missed home and the warmness of it.

you missed the office and your desk. hell, you even missed the mediocre coffee from the pantry.

with the last of the wine finishing, haechan pours half into your glass and the other into his, clinking one last time before you one-shot the beverage.

the high of the alcohol is gradually brought down by the mellow atmosphere and colours of twilight. as pink and orange cross over on the horizon, haechan mumbles a low "c'mere" to you in the darkness.

you hum in response and get up from your seat, bringing a pillow with you as haechan shifts to make space. sinking naturally into his arms, you sigh while you try to contain a smile full of content.

"this is nice," you admit, the corners of your lips disobeying your command, prompting you to shoot him a smile. haechan nods against your hair, a comfortable arm around your waist while you trace the tan skin of his arm.

the other taps your waist repeatedly, turning in response as he whispers out a question that makes your heart melt.

"can i kiss you?" you grin, slipping a hand around his neck and pulling him in right away. haechan's caught by surprise, laughing into your lips and striving to savour the moment as much as he could.

a shout from across the hotel distracts you from the kiss. looking up, you realise it was the apartment resident opposite you shooting you a 'rock on' gesture.

"you guys are not fighting anymore! congrats!" you both stifle a snort as you wave back to the resident, sighing in relief when their balcony door slides shut.

"should we go inside, m'lady?" haechan giggles, replying in the form of a nod, cleaning up the area while you head in.

[day 41]

"i didn't think they'd be letting flights in so early," you mumble, folding your clothes neatly as your vision shifts to haechan... shoving his fair share of apparel into his luggage.

"donghyuck... what the hell?" you roll your eyes, shoving the boy softly as you took over the task at hand. switching personalities almost immediately, haechan fakes an interview segment with exaggerated tones.

"see, everyone, this is how you convince someone to do the work for you," the boy lays on the bed with a satisfied expression, "now i don't have to do anyth- ow!"

"if we ever live together, maybe i should punish you by doing the laundry and then folding it," you grunt, working at the speed faster than you expected while you fold shirt after shirt.

"are you proposing we move in together?" haechan peeks through an open eye, curiosity dripping from his tone. he tried to feign nonchalance but awaiting your answer felt like a weight on his heart.

your next words lifted that weight, a seemingly invisible force bringing his upper body off the bed as he stares at you in shock.

"maybe, not now but... in the future, maybe," you mumble the last part, focusing on the clothes to prevent the male from seeing the fluster on your face.

"for real?" haechan sits up, biting his lip to contain his excitement as your confirmation.

"we'll be all stupidly domestic and shit, and i'll say i love you five years from now before you go off for work if you want that and stuff," your voice goes lower and quieter, especially towards the end, biting off way more than you could chew.

"aw! i love you too!" haechan gushes, bringing you into an embrace as your hands go limp, scrambling to explain your emphasis on the 'future'.

"d-donghyuck, i meant the future, not now..." you manage to spit out, hoping you need not answer his queries any more. your mind blanks out at the current situation, wishing you hadn't said those dumb things.

he grins into your neck, "i know, i'm just answering for future me."

you groan and escape the hug with a roll of your eyes, "yuck, too cheesy!" the boy just lets out a laugh, watching the way you fold his clothes despite your initial annoyance.

[day 42]

suyeon switches between the two of you in disbelief, finger crooked at the ambiguity of "we like each other".

"wha-" suyeon doesn't get the chance to finish the sentence before you shoot her a thumbs up, grabbing haechan by the arm and your stuff with the other.

you were happy to leave the office after a quick debrief since you two had reported to the office right after arriving at the airport, relieved when you heard he'd spare a few more days for your articles to be cleaned up.

"so, (y/n), what would you like to do now?" haechan looks at you through the reflective material of the elevator, observing the nervous wringing of your fingers.

you're glad for the material protecting your face because there's a smile that you struggle to keep as his soft, gentle voice carries through the quiet space.

the anxiety ends when the lift sounds, prompting your eyes to trail down his arm. your hand moves on its own accord, grabbing his last finger with yours as you proceed into the lift sheepishly, not missing the way haechan's eyes show his bright smile behind the mask.

"maybe i'll get to know you more, lee donghyuck."

haechan lets out a gasp, "have you not learned about me enough? scandalous."

you feign a punch in his direction, the luggage beside you tripping over its wheels due to your swift movement. the only response you get is a giggle from the other as he tightens his pinky around yours, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek right above your face mask just as the elevator doors open.

"man, i really do want to punch you now," you mutter as you let haechan lead you, wanting nothing more than to rest in the arms of your enemy-turned-friend? enemy-turned-someoneyoulike?

you weren’t exactly sure.

he doesn't answer during the walk to the main road, nor the ride back to your home, the only constant thing being the way he admires your profile in the taxi, shrugging when you counter with a playful "what?".

"nothing," haechan grins.

[there are more days to come]

sure, day forty-one may not have been the day you fell in love with haechan, nor the day where he outwardly claims you as his lover.

but, taking it slow never hurt anyone, either.

you know it in the way he tells you he can't go in unless he's invited and you see it in the way he asks if he can switch the television on while you prepare some drinks.

like the hotel, you know it in the way he asks if he can kiss you and the way he deepens his kisses with caution.

you appreciate it in the way he quickly apologises for a personal question, while visibly relaxing as you brush it off with a smile.

with hours pass, day forty-two becomes day forty-three, and haechan remains as chivalrous as always.

days pass, and you submit your articles. weeks pass, and you get to know the boy more and more. months pass, and you feel his love in the way he plays with your fingers in the dark and pulls you close under the sheets.

even if you hadn't acknowledged the love between the two of you, that note you wrote half-drunk matched the way you felt now—with how your heart clenches up and with how your grin never leaves your face with haechan around.

there are more days to come with lee haechan, lee donghyuck, even if it meant getting stuck together in a hotel room with unsaid words.

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NOW THAT I FOUND YOU – M. BARZAL

requested: yes | no

warning(s): cursing, slight mentions of sex, but other than that, nothing.

word count: 5,868

authors note: welcome to my new series :) i have no idea how long this is going to last, but i’m pretty excited for it. so, first things first, considering what i have planned for the character of jeremy, i didn’t want to use a real rangers player. so jeremy is a fictional dude on the team. i think that’s it for now, i’m not really sure what else i can think of about this series. so, oh well, enjoy :)

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"I can't take it anymore!" Tito said, storming into the locker room and stomping his way over to his cubby. "I am literally going to take her to the Brooklyn bridge and throw her into the Hudson."

Mat looked up from his skates and over at his best friend as he plopped down into his cubby, huffing, and puffing as he got undressed. He looked over at Anders, who was looking at Brass...the three of them all sharing confused looks at their locker neighbor. "Uh, you okay over there Tito?" Anders asked, looking at Mat for at least the slightest hint as to what he could be rambling on about.

"No clue," Mat mouthed, shrugging his shoulders and looking back down as he continued to tie his skate.

"No, I'm not okay," Tito tossed his sweatshirt into his cubby and stepped out of his joggers. "Does anyone want a newly 22-year-old female college student? Because I have one and I'm not opposed to passing her off before I result to murder."

"I'm pretty sure that is illegal, buddy," Jordan said, walking by and patting him on the shoulder. "Both are, actually. Like, highly illegal."

"Oh, God Tito," Matt said, coming out from the bathrooms. "What are you bitching about now?"

"She ironed my underwear." Tito tugged on his pants over his compression shorts and sighed, shaking his head.

"What?" Mat laughed, reaching behind him and grabbing his compression shirt.

"Y/N...she ironed my underwear," he stood up and turned towards his cubby, pulling a pair of ironed boxers out of the duffle he had carried in with him and turned back towards the guys. "I went to grab a pair this morning and I was greeted with this! They're stiff, feel powdery and quite frankly smell like shit–"

"Are you sure that's the soap and not just your horrible hygiene?" Matt joked, tossing a water bottle at him.

"Manchuk...Matty," Tito smiled, turning in their direction. "How do you two feel about having a live-in nanny? Her cooking skills are subpar unless even worse if the recipe comes off of Pinterest. She consumes more wine than water– but she's great with kids."

"I'm just finding it hard to believe your only problem with Y/N is the fact she ironed your underwear," Jordan said, shaking his head. "What's the catch?"

"Yeah, there's got to be something else that has you considering pre-meditated murder," Matt chimed in with a loud laugh.

"I NEED TO GET LAID, all right?!" Tito yelled, tossing his ironed pair of boxers back into the duffle bag. "I need to have hot, drunken sex with a stranger who lets herself out in the morning! I need to get laid so fucking bad, but I can't do it with my sister in the room across from mine! It's gross."

The locker room was silent as his teammates just stared at him. Mat wanted to laugh at his best friend but didn't want to do it at his expense. Sure, he'd been there a time or two, what young guy in his 20's hasn't. But never had he yelled about it to his teammates in such an exaggerated fashion. "Have you thought about telling her that?" Mat asked, grabbing his practice jersey and sliding it on over his head. "Y/N's pretty reasonable, I'm sure she'd agree to go to a friends or something for the night."

"Oh yeah, let me just go ahead and tell my little sister, 'hey, do you mind getting out of the apartment for the night? I need to get my dick sucked. Thanks, don't tell mom!'" Tito sat down to put on his skates, giving Mat a sarcastic look. "Does that sound good to you, Barzy?"

"I don't know about Barzy, but that sounds great to me," Matt laughed as he tied his pants. "Why is she staying at your place? I thought she was in Uni? Doesn't she have a dorm?"

"Nope, she followed her doucheface of a boyfriend down here and he convinced her to stay in his apartment instead of getting a dorm." He stood up and reached into his locker, grabbing his practice jersey. "Next thing I know, she shows up at my door crying, saying they broke up and she's been at my place ever since."

Mat remembered that night. He and Tito were pre-gaming, finishing off their drinks, and waiting for the uber to arrive. They were coming off of a high, absolutely destroying the Maple Leafs 5-0 and that high followed them home. Everyone on the team was going out– it was a well called for a celebration, even the guys with families at home. Normally, the team would pregame together before taking ubers over to whatever club or bar they decided to take over for the night. But those who did have kids at home wanted to stop at home and say goodnight to their wives and kids before heading out.

They were talking about whether or not they wanted to wait up here for the uber or wait down on the street when a knock barely made noise about Tito's playlist. Mat thought he had heard something but wasn't sure if he had confused it with the bass or not. So, he brushed it off. It wasn't until a small break in the song when the two of them could hear three rapid knocks, followed by the sound of your voice coming from the other side of the door, did they know that you were there.

Mat was closest to the door, so he was the one who walked over and looked through the peephole. He knew it was you just based on the sound of your voice from when you knocked, but, it didn't hurt to be safe and check to see who was at the door– that way Tito couldn't blame him if he let a random into his apartment. He recognized the hoodie you were wearing, it was the Beauvillier Islanders hoodie that Tito had gotten you for your birthday just this past summer. Mat told him it was a stupid gift, but Tito laughed, saying that it was his way of tricking you into finally wearing something in support of him since you had stopped wearing Islanders gear the moment you started dating Jeremy last fall. A Rangers player you had met on a girls' night out in the city. "A mix of interests" as your excuse, and Tito was bothered that his sister wouldn't wear his team's logo anymore– but instead, the logo on their top rival.

It was a mess, but one that Mat never, ever wanted to get involved with.

But there you were, dripping wet from the thunderstorm that had been hovering over the city from the moment he walked into Barclay to play. You had the hood on your head and you were avoiding eye-contact with the door– but he knew it was you. So, he opened the door with no hesitations, barely getting out a simple hi before you brushed by him and darted down the hallway, a door slamming behind you.

Tito, in true fashion, paused his music and stomped after you, mumbling about how you were just going to stroll into his apartment, that he pays for, and slam his doors without even saying hello. Mat remembered laughing, just because the Beauvillier sibling dynamic was an interesting one. He came back a few moments later, shoving his phone into his pocket and walked over to Mat. He said that he couldn't get much out of you but the fact that you and Jeremy had broken up and he needed to pay the cab driver downstairs $40 for driving you from Manhattan.

Tito was a good brother. He could be a huge pain in the ass, sure. You and he had had more than your fair shares of endless, rigorous chirping fights that most of the time, left Mat standing there just looking between the two of you like he was watching a match. But still to this day, Mat could never understand why Tito didn't seem all that bothered about how abruptly you had walked into his apartment. Tito had you and Francis, and more often than not, always brushed you off as one of the guys thanks to your tomboy upbringing. Mat had a sister and she's dated one too many assholes for his liking, so he could spot it from a mile away.

Your face was swollen and red and he was more than positive that you had cried the entire car ride there.

And you've been living at Tito's ever since.

"I'm serious, I need her to leave," Tito was following behind him as they left the locker room to head out to the rink. "And I can't just kick her out."

"You literally just talked about shoving her into the Hudson," Jordan laughed, shaking his head. "I think you can do something as simple as, 'hey, maybe you should find someone to stay with for a while.'"

Tito just rolled his eyes as he stepped out onto the ice, skating beside Matt. "I'm serious Barzy, I think she's driving me insane."

"It was one incident, Tito," Mat said, shaking his head. "Y/N isn't that bad."

"It wasn't just one incident," they cut the corner, Mat pushing himself ahead. "She almost burnt down my kitchen trying to make breakup cupcakes. She's redecorated my bathroom with bath bombs and make-up, she even got rid of my Shrek shower curtain!"

"To be fair, that's your guest bathroom and that Shrek shower curtain was hideous"

"Regardless! She's slowly taking over my entire apartment and turning it into her...her...her stupid lovesick breakup reno project!" He tossed his arms up in the air, letting them fall back down and almost hitting Brass in the head. "Oops, sorry bud!"

Mat laughed as they cut another corner, shaking his head. "Have you ever tried talking to her?"

"No, because then she'd get her puppy eyes all going and I'd feel like even more of a douche for wanting her out." He huffed, shaking his head. "I need an excuse, something to just...get her out for a few weeks until I can find her someplace to stay for the rest of the year. Then plead with her housing office to find her a dorm."

"I don't know what to tell you, man." Mat said, skating ahead.

"I'll come up with something, I'm sure I can cash in a favor somewhere." Tito sighed, as the two of them joined the rest of their team at center ice for stretching.

Mat just laughed, shaking his head at his best friend. Sure, if he was in the same position, it wouldn't exactly be his ideal living situation to have his sister living across the hall– but he definitely wouldn't be as against it. At least, he didn't think so.

"I've figured it out."

Mat felt his foot slip against the wet tile and his heart practically jumped out of his chest as the slipping feeling. He held his right arm out, holding himself steady against the tile before ducking his head beneath the shower head, letting the conditioner rinse from his hair. He looked over his shoulder to see Tito standing at the opening of the shower area, freshly showered with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Yeah, can we not talk about this right now?"

"I'm just letting you know, I figured it out." Tito smiled, nodding before walking away from the shower.

Mat shook his head, spitting out some water before turning off the water and grabbing the towel he had hung up just to the right. He wrapped it around his waist, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his hair to get all of the excess water out. He almost dreaded making his way back towards the locker room. Tito had been pestering him all practice, trying to make him come up with ways he could kick you out.

Fake an insect infestation? No, then he'd have to leave his apartment too.

Figure out a way to get some flooding in her room? But then he'd have to hire someone to clean up all of the water.

Every outrageous idea possible had crossed his mind and Mat had to listen to it for the entire practice. As if the practice itself hadn't been draining on him, listening to him go on and on was even more. But, he was playing the best friend role, and did say he would help him on one condition– it didn't involve hurting your feelings.

"Great, you're here, now listen–"

"No to the insects. No to an animal break-in and we already decided that pouring water on her stuff and saying a pipe was leaking wouldn't work," Mat said, sitting down in his locker and looking at Tito. "What in the hell could you have come up with now?"

"Remember how I said I could cash in a favor?"

Mat nodded, standing up and grabbing his street clothes as he turned his back to Tito. "Yeah, did you figure it out?"

"I sure did."

Mat stepped into his boxer briefs and dropped the towel as he picked up his joggers. "All right? And who's the poor sucker?" Tito hadn't replied as fast as he had been and Mat would be lying if he said it wasn't a little concerning. He tugged the waistband of his joggers up before turning to see Tito smiling at him. "What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the poor sucker who owes me a favor." He had his classic shit-eating smirk on his face, the kind cameras always zoomed in the moment he checked someone hard.

Mat blinked once, twice, three times before the reality set in. His brain was racing through every recent time he spent with Tito, never once remembering an event where he said that he owed him a favor. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You owe me a–"

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you said," Mat put his arms through his sweatshirt, tugging his down and over his head before running his fingers through his hair again. "But I don't know what you're talking about. When did I ever owe you a favor?"

"When I saved your ass that night at Nest when you were picking up the redhead but that hot tinder girl with blue hair you invited showed up." Tito stood up and walked over to Mat, still smiling. "I performed the perfect, switcharoo maneuver so that the redhead never noticed you took tinder girl home."

"You took the redhead home! How is that helping me?" Mat turned towards his locker and grabbed his phone and Gatorade, shaking his head. "Besides, that was two years ago."

"It was a win for both of us! You didn't get totally bitchslapped in the club and I got laid," Tito followed behind him, staying on his heels. "It may have been two years ago, but you still said, 'Tito, man...I owe you one.'"

"I don't–"

Tito cut him off, standing in front of him as they stood in the hall. He crossed his arms, his smile falling from his face. "And now I'm cashing it in. You're helping me get Y/N out of my apartment."

Mat rolled his eyes, resting his hands on his hips. "And how exactly am I supposed to help you with that? You've literally exhausted every plausible option." When Tito didn't come up with a reply, Mat just shook his head and brushed by him.

"I've got an idea bro, I swear," He jogged up behind him as they walked out of the arena to head towards the parking lot. "But, you're probably not going to like it."

As the crisp fall air greeted them, Mat could hear the voice in the back of his head telling him not to entertain Tito. A gut feeling deep inside that this wasn't going to work out– none of Tito's ideas ever worked out. "What is it?"

Tito hesitated, unsure just how his best friend would reply. Sure, he's had plenty of other crazy ideas before– but this one might just be way out there. But he didn't care, he was a young, physical and thriving man in his early 20's– and at this point, he didn't care about logical reasoning. He just desperately needed to get laid. And if that meant brushing his sister off onto his best friend, he'd do it.

"You're going to pretend you're utterly heartbroken from some break up and can't be alone–"

Mat stopped in his tracks, whipping around to Tito with wide eyes. "Dude what the–"

"Y/N is a total empath and when I tell her all about your emotional turmoil and that I don't know how to help, she'll no doubt step in. Then I'll just figure something out to keep her out of my apartment and boom, problem solved."

"Problem not solved!" Mat yelled, waving his hand at Tito. "Your problem literally has about a million plot holes in it!"

Tito closed his eyes and took a deep breath, sighing before opening them and looking at Mat. "I'm going to need you to hear me out before you say no– which, may I remind you, isn't an option anyway."

Mat took a deep breath and sighed, knowing damn well that somewhere down the line, he'd regret this very moment he even gave Tito the chance to explain. Even his initial explanation seemed so fucking stupid that there was no way it could ever work out. But maybe, if he allowed him to explain, he'd realize just how unrealistic his plan was, and just drop the entire idea then man up and tell Y/N to stay with a friend. "Fine," he stopped at his car, unlocking it so Tito could get into the passenger seat. "But you're buying lunch."

This was such a bad idea– he knew it would be. From the moment the suggestion left Tito's mouth the first time, Mat knew it wouldn't work. There's no way it could. Hell, even Liana said it was when he called her for advice after his lunch. And as far as common sense goes, he likes to think that Liana has a lot more

Tito's plan stayed the same– Mat was supposed to play brokenhearted and after lunch, the two of them would go over to his apartment, where you would be home from class. Tito would comment on how Mat 'hasn't been the same' and make a joke about how the two of you should just live together in your misery. You, the empath that you were, would take an interest in Mat's "broken heart" and offer to help in any way. Tito, knowing Mat was actually in the middle of turning the third guest bedroom in his apartment into a man-cave/gaming room and how much you love decorating, I.E. his bathroom, would suggest that maybe you could help him with that too.

It wouldn't work, Mat was convinced of that from the moment the entire idea left Tito's mouth. He'd known you almost as long as he knew Tito, meeting you the summer after the 2015 IIHF World U18 Championship. You were only a year younger than them both and for the three weeks that Mat had stayed with your family, he felt like he got to know you pretty well. You guys weren't best friends by any means, but you were definitely good friends. Your friendship growing when you decided to transfer to Fordham and when you weren't hanging out with Jeremy or your classmates, you were with Tito, Mat, and their teammates.

Needless to say, he was confident walking into the apartment knowing that there was no way that you would fall for this horrible excuse. You wouldn't leave your room in Tito's apartment to come and stay with Mat because he was "too brokenhearted to function." But leave it to Tito to think that you would fall for it. He tried not to break character, he really did. But how the hell was he supposed to pretend to be brokenhearted from a failed relationship, when he's never felt that?

He's had relationships before, sure. Break-ups? Absolutely. But none so bad that he felt like he wanted to drink himself into a slumber or just hide under the covers for the rest of time. He had outlets to get out any negative emotion. He had hockey and he had the boxing classes he attended with Tito every now and again. Besides that, he never had strong feelings for someone to the point where he was feeling what you were feeling.

As predicted, you had agreed to go with Tito and Mat over to Mat's apartment to see just what he had to deal with. He felt a twinge of guilt when you started to ask the simple questions:

How are you feeling?

Do you want to talk about it?

What happened?

He and Tito hadn't gotten that far in the plan– creating a backstory, which should have been another sign that this was never going to end well. So, on the ride to his apartment, he just stuck with short answered replies– "fine" "not yet" "it's still too soon." And he wanted nothing more than to smack Tito in the passenger seat, who was trying his damndest not to laugh.

When they got to the apartment hours later, Mat led you to the third guest room, showing you just everything he had. In a corner on tarps, he had three cans of paint, all unopened and a bunch of painting supplies. In the middle of the room, boxed furniture he'd been too lazy to move. He was barely focused on what you were saying when he felt his phone vibrate and saw Tito nodding at him.

Tito: see? i told u. total diy/renovator. you could get free labor out of this.

Mat: one problem there, bud. she doesn't seem too keen to get out of your apartment. all she's done is offer to take me to lunch for the next week to 'talk about my feelings'

Tito: okay? go talk about your feelings.

Mat: I DON'T HAVE ANY FEELINGS

Mat: I DON'T HAVE A RECENT EX-GIRLFRIEND

"Are you two okay?" You asked, almost scaring the two boys. Mat shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket, staring at you with wide eyes. You had an eyebrow raised and looked awfully suspicious of them both.

"Do you guys want dinner?" Tito asked, already heading towards the door. "I can order some pizzas from down the street."

"That's okay," You said, following him towards the door. "I've got this new enchilada recipe I wanted to try and–"

"No!" Tito couldn't be any less obvious that he didn't want you to follow him, his raised voice causing you to step back and look at him in shock. "I uh, I mean...I already ordered them. Barzy and I talked about it...right?"

Mat glared at Tito, wishing deep down that this plan would fail, but knowing that he couldn't leave his best friend out to dry. "Yeah...we did." He turned to you, crossing his arms. "Hope that's okay."

"No, it's fine," you replied, nodding. "Pizza is good."

Tito clapped his hands together and smiled. "Great, I'll be right back!"

He couldn't have run out of the apartment any faster, leaving you and Mat there standing in the middle of the room. This wasn't part of the plan and Mat was pissed. He stared at the door, contemplating telling you about your brother's ulterior motive to all of this– but it wouldn't hurt Tito...it would hurt you. So he decided against it and turned to you, sighing. "We can go wait in the living room for him to come back."

You nodded and followed him out of the guest room, walking down the hallway. "Can I have something to drink?"

"Water? Wine?" He asked, waving you over to the couch as he stopped in the kitchen. "Tequila?" God, how he wanted a drink. At least it might alleviate the headache Tito's antics were causing.

"It's Monday," you laughed, leaning against the back of the couch. "I guess I could go for some wine."

"White or Red?"

"You have both?"

He laughed, turning around and placing two unopened bottles– one of each. "My mom likes red, I like white. It's her leftover bottle from when she was here a two weeks ago."

"I'll take a glass of white, thank you."

He nodded, putting the bottle of red back into the fridge before moving towards his cabinets and opening the drinking glasses�� reaching up to the top and grabbing two wine glasses. When he turned back around, he looked over at you, ready to say something, but he stopped.

You were still leaning against the back of his couch, left arm draped across your stomach as the other held onto your phone. You were chewing on the inside of your cheek, your eyes glued to the screen. He normally wouldn't think anything of it, except for the look on your face. Even from where he was standing, he could notice the frown and the way that your eyebrows were burrowed towards each other. He noticed your fingers on your left hand were fidgeting, plucking at your Fordham long sleeve. Everything about you standing there was just...small, quiet– radiating energy that said, 'I don't want anyone to see me.' Which, in all of the years that he knew you, was the complete opposite of who you were.

He couldn't help but wonder what the hell Jeremy did to screw you up this bad.

He poured your glasses, putting the cork back into the bottle, and made his way to you. You were so lost in your phone, that it wasn't until he cleared his throat, that you realized he was standing there.

"Oh," you stood up a little straighter, putting your phone into your front pocket before taking the wine glass from him. "Sorry, I was just..."

"No need," he said, waving you off. "I don't need an explanation." He walked around the couch and sat down, nodding at you to join him.

You sighed, taking a sip of your wine before sitting down beside him, sinking back against the cushion. "So, Tito hasn't tried taking you to a strip club to help you out of your breakup funk?"

Mat laughed, his head leaning back against the cushion. "No, he hasn't," he took a sip of the wine, tilting his head to the side. "I don't think he'd leave if he did."

"He tried to offer to drop me off at that knockoff Magic Mike, two days ago." He looked at you like you had two heads, his mind spinning in circles at just how long Tito has been trying to get you out of his apartment. "It didn't work, it's not my scene."

"Male strippers?"

"Male strippers that aren't the cast of Magic Mike," you joked, laughing softly as you stared down into your wine. "I don't know, I just haven't really been in the mood to do anything besides go to class and sleep."

He wasn't sure how to reply. Even with Liana, he'd never really been that open with talking to her about his relationships or hers. That was a no-touch topic in their siblingship– only ever talking about it, just to say that they were seeing someone new. Never what happened during or after. Not to mention, he was supposed to be like you, heartbroken. He tried to copy your mannerisms– slumped into the couch, relaxed face– he even went as far as to try and tell himself to copy the tone in your voice.

But all he felt was guilt for playing into Tito's scheme and a genuine need to talk to you about what happened. He just didn't know how to go about it.

Your phone rang before he could ask you the dreaded 'how are you feeling' question, and you sighed, digging your phone out of your pocket and putting your wine glass down on the table. "What, Anthony?"

Mat held back his laughter as he took a sip of his wine. One thing was for sure, your attitude towards your brother hadn't changed from pre-breakup. He looked at you, your eyebrows knitted together as you brought your hand up to your forehead, rubbing it. "What do you mean? Is my stuff–" you sighed, closing your eyes. "No, you won't get electrocuted if you–"

He reached out, bumping his elbow against yours and raising an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

You looked at him, shaking your head as you pulled your phone away from your ear. "He forgot his wallet at home and went back to the apartment– I guess something leaked and my bathroom and room are flooded."

Mat had to act like he was surprised, but if anything he was pissed. This was the one scenario that they didn't agree on– simply because it wasn't fucking plausible. "Well have you talked to him? Maybe there's–"

Your head fell back against the cushion and you closed your eyes, sighing. "I didn't leave a faucet on, I didn't even go into my bathroom before we– can you stop interrupting me?"

He could hear Tito rambling on through the other side of the phone, no doubt barely giving you time to talk because he didn't want you to fill in the gaps of his fake story. "Well, where am I supposed to go?"

Mat chewed on his bottom lip, bringing the glass up to his lips as he knew this was when Tito was suggesting that you stay with him. He couldn't look at you because the guilt was taking over. He could tell you were stressed and obviously, Tito hadn't been exaggerating at just how bad you were after the breakup with Jeremy. And if he looked at you any longer, the guilt would swallow him up and he'd cave in and tell you everything.

"No, I'm not asking–" you sighed, taking a few deep breaths and exhaling before speaking again. "Because Anthony, it's rude! "

Mat felt like reaching over and grabbing your phone, ending the plan then and there. But again, he knew that the Beauvillier sibling dynamic was a lot different than any other one. Tito knew when to stop pushing, you were his sister after all. So, he sat next to you, sipping on his wine and waited for you to ask the question they'd been pushing you to do all along.

"Can you just...ask, please?" His eyes went wide the moment he heard the emotion in your whispered reply. "I can't just...move everything, I don't even have everything. It's all at Jer–" you stopped yourself, sitting up and hunching over, resting your head in your free hand. "And he said that's all that was available?"

He kept sneaking looks at you from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge whether or not the emotion in your voice was leading to tears. He brought his phone out of his jacket, opening to type a message to Tito.

"Fine, I'll...I'll just ask," he froze as you turned to him, holding your phone away from your ear. "Hey Mat?"

He placed his phone face down and away from your sight of vision you couldn't see that he was about to send a text to Tito. "Yeah?" Yikes, that wasn't casual enough. "What's up?" Better.

You were holding back tears and for the first time, he could see the dark circles beneath your eyes, still peaking out from whatever make-up you had put on that morning. Yeah, this plan wasn't good– this on was definitely a punch in the gut. "Do you think I could stay here? I don't have much and I–"

"Yeah, no," he cleared his throat. "No, I mean yeah...you can. I've got the guest bedroom."

You nodded, looking away from him and brought the phone back up to your ear. "There, happy?"

Oh, you have no idea how happy Tito was, was all that Mat could think as he brought his phone back out. "Can I at least come and get some stuff to– Yeah...okay. Yeah, see you."

You hung up the phone and your head fell back against the cushion, eyes closed. Mat looked at you, wondering whether or not he should dare to see if you were okay. He started to reach a hand out to nudge your arm when his phone vibrated.

Tito: IT WORKED! I'M FREE!

Tito: well...at least for the next week i am. i’ll need to figure out another excuse for the extra week i guess.

Mat: dude...i don't think this is a good idea. y/n's like...really emotional right now.

Tito: AND I'M GOING ON A TWO WEEK DRYSPELL.

Mat: okay, get laid tonight and let her come back.

Tito: nope. i'm using all seven days of this time and look on the bright side, now you'll get the guestroom done faster than you planned.

Mat: are you at least coming back with the pizza?

Tito: no, just her clothes. caroline is coming over in an hour.

He laughed in disbelief, shaking his head as he looked at you– still lying in the same position from when you hung up the phone.

Mat: dude, you so owe me one.

Tito: 👍🏻

Mat put his phone back into his jacket pocket and turned to you. He was sure that the movement on the couch would have been enough to get you to open your eyes– but you didn't budge. He reached out and nudged your arm and you opened your eyes and turned to look at him. "What do you think about Chinese?"

"Let me guess, he's not getting the pizza?" You asked, drained of any energy.

Mat bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. "No, he said they were packed," the lie was a lot better than telling her the truth. "If you're not feeling Chinese, we can go to Chipotle?"

"I don't know," you sighed, picking up the wine glass and taking a long sip. "Do you think we'd miss him?"

Not in a million years. Even if they did, he'd just drop the bag of belongings in front of Mat's door, no doubt.

"I'll buy you a large guac and a large queso," He smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Free of charge."

"You had me at large guac." You looked at him and then back at your wine glass, downing the rest before placing it back onto the table and turning towards Mat. "Besides, he's the one who didn't bother to offer me the couch in the new 1 bedroom he'd be staying in until everything is fixed. He can wait a few extra minutes if we're not back in time."

Mat just nodded, standing up with you and playing into your mood. "Yeah, fuck that guy."

You laughed, and for the first time since he walked into yours and Tito’s apartment...he saw you smile. He felt proud of himself for being able to cheer you up in some way. And maybe, he thought, if Tito wasn't going to look out for you...he could.

It was only for seven days, how bad could it be?

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daydreamingatnight209 · 4 years ago

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Okay I’m nervous to post this one as I’m not sure about it but I hope you all like it. I’ve combined two ideas in this. One from @rumplebutterbitch who’s anon sent the concept and allowed me to write it and a concept from @andreasworlsboring101 who suggested I do the “I’m a celebrity but you don’t know that” AU.

Could all please check out my recent post as well if you would like to be added to my tag list.

Please let me know what you all think! Feedback is always welcome! ✨💞

“I Hope to See You Soon”

Matthew Gray Gubler x Female Reader

Warnings - None, Fluff 💕

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You often got unwanted attention when out at night with friends. You had gotten pretty good at escaping the situations but that didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating.

All you wanted was to have a couple of drinks and a laugh with your friends you met through your work as a writer.

Tonight was one of those nights. You’d spent the last 3 weeks continuously starting at your laptop screen, editing the final draft of your second novel before sending it to the publishers, so when your best friend offered to buy you a drink you didn’t refuse.

Unfortunately for you, she ended up meeting up with her boyfriend half way through the night, leaving you to third wheel.

The cycle begun and it was driving you insane.

Why couldn’t people just let you drink in peace?

This one particular man wasn’t giving up, following you from the bar to your table. You had already told him you wasn’t interested but it was like he hadn’t heard you.

You were jolted from your thoughts when an arm wraps itself around you and a kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Sorry I took so long on the phone baby, are you alright? This man, is it he bothering you?”

You did your best to hide the deep relief that you felt, for once a man wanted to help you, not hit on you. You melt in his arms, making it more believable for the creep before you.

He finally got the message and left you alone.

You turn to the mysterious, handsome stranger and give him your thanks.

He gives you a shining smile in return and introduces himself.

“It was no problem, I saw that he wouldn’t leave you alone. I’m Matthew by the way”

“I’m Y/N” you smile and take in his features.

He was tall, at least 6 foot, had a small amount of stubble and the most amazing warm eyes. His hair was medium length, his curls wild.

“Hey, would you like to come and sit with me and my friends?” He asks you, after a short silence.

You glance over at your friend who was still with her lover, engrossed in conversation.

“Erm, yeah sure. Let me just go and let my friends know”

Your friend got the message and winked at you, before turning back to the table. You shake your head laughing. She was always trying to set you up, but you hadn’t seemed to find the one yet.

Matthew introduces you to his companions and as the night went on you were shocked to find that you were sat with a bunch of celebrities.

It turned out that Matthew was involved in a TV show named Criminal Minds.

As you danced the night away you got to know the people around you and truly enjoyed their company.

Towards the end of the night, as the slow song section begun to play out, Matthew pulled you up to dance, just had he had throughout your time together.

“Matthew come on” you whine playfully, as he tugs at your arm.

You couldn’t understand how he still had so much energy when it was 1 in morning.

Your friend was long gone, but you assured her you were fine and you’d message her when you made it home.

“One more dance, please?” He begged you and for some reason you couldn’t find yourself saying no.

“One more” you give into him and let him lead you to the dance floor.

He pulls you so close to him, that you were sure he could feel your heart beat racing.

You put your hands on his chest as you both sway slowly together.

You closed your eyes and rested your head on him, the alcohol of the night finally hitting you.

Matthew didn’t seem to mind, he stood supporting you as you continued to sway with him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself right now but there was one question that wouldn’t leave him. He ended up just blurting it out.

“Did you really not know who I was?”

You look at him with tired eyes, suddenly nervous.

“It’s not a problem is it? Me not knowing about your status”

He quickly realised what it sounded like and backtracked.

“No, no , it’s not a bad thing. I guess I’m just used to people knowing, asking for photos and all. I love my fans, they are like my family but I guess it’s nice to hang with someone who didn’t see me as a celebrity but as a person”

He rubs the back of his head and smiles sheepishly, hoping he hadn’t scared you away.

Little did he know that he’d done the opposite. You were Intrigued by him and maybe ... also attracted to him.

When he offered to walk you home, you gladly took it.

When you arrived at your apartment, he wished you goodnight and begun to walk away when you decided to go out on a limb.

“Matthew wait!”

You race to find a scrap of paper and run back to your front door.

You hand it to him and go back inside.

“Thank you for an amazing night. I hope to see you soon”

Matthew looked down at what you had given him when he heard your door click shut.

It was your phone number.

He smiled to himself and stuck the note in his pocket.

He hoped to see you soon also.

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hockeylvr59 · 4 years ago

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A Christmas Bride || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: I mentioned a Christmas wedding..so here’s a Christmas wedding. Shoutout to everyone who helped with details like nicknames, the dress, and everything else and to those ladies who let me use their names for bridesmaids. See ‘tagged/037′ for inspiration post and first dance song.

Warnings: I honestly don’t think there’s anything here I need to warn you about.

Word Count: 6,914 (~250 of which is a reading attributed to its author as mentioned)

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Sitting in the passenger seat of the SUV your fiance was driving, you took in the city lights of Calgary as they slowly disappeared into the rearview mirror. It was three days before Christmas and the Avs had just defeated the Flames on the road. Cale’s parents had left you behind to wait for their son, declaring that they would see you at home soon. When Cale appeared from behind the locker room doors, he was all smiles. With his arms wrapped around you, he’d kissed you softly and then asked if you wanted to go for a drive with him.

“Well, you’re kinda my ride so I guess so…” You’d teased, leaning against Cale’s side as he took your hand and guided you to where the second car his parents had driven was parked. You had no idea where you were going, but you trusted that Cale did and just relaxed, his hand in yours over the center console as he drove, Christmas carols playing on the radio.

You’d been on the road for about an hour when you saw Cale glancing over at you.

“Hey sweetheart, do you trust me?” He asked. You made a face because of course you did, but you were confused as to why he was asking.

“You know I do…” You simply replied. It was only then that Cale released your hand for a moment, opening one of the many small compartments in the vehicle to pull out something which he dropped onto your lap.

“Put this on for me?” He requested and when you picked up the item you realized it was a blindfold.

“Cale?” You murmured, even more confused now as to what was going on.

“Just trust me and put it on okay?” He insisted. “I promise it’ll all make sense soon and that nothing is going to happen to you.” And because you trusted Cale with everything, you complied, pulling the blindfold over your eyes before leaning against the door again. Moments later Cale reached for your hand and you sat in darkness with him rubbing patterns over your palm just softly singing to the carols playing. About eight songs later you felt the vehicle stop and Cale squeezed your hand in his.

“Go ahead and unbuckle and sit up.” He instructed. “But don’t touch the blindfold. I promise we’re almost there.” He added. You followed his directions as the sound of his car door slammed shut and then a blast of cold air hit you as your door opened. “Alright, sweetheart...come here.” Cale breathed, offering a hand out to help you from the car and onto your feet. Two more car doors slammed before his hand was taking yours again.

“Alright. Just come with me. I promise I won’t let you trip. Just a short walk and then I swear you can take the blindfold off.” You were beyond confused and anxious, but the feeling of his hand was soothing as he indeed started guiding your steps. It was a little more than a short walk, but that was only a minor point and after three doors, an elevator ride, and just a few minutes, you were finally stopping, Cale’s hand falling to your hip.

“Can I take this off now?” You pleaded softly and Cale’s chuckle filled your ears before his fingers drifted up to pull it off of your face.

“Yes, but just look at me.” He teased, his features appearing across your vision in the dim space.

“Where are we...what the hell is going on Cale?” You inquired next and Cale ran his fingers across the back of his neck before handing you a wrapped box.

“Open this...it will explain everything,” Cale promised, his hands cupping your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss that you melted into, your brain swimming. “But I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Stealing one more kiss, Cale moved back through the door that was behind him, as you called his name trying to understand.

Left alone, you panicked and immediately reached for a light switch. When the lights turned on and you turned around you couldn’t help but gasp. In front of you, off to the left was a jacuzzi tub and a few more steps into the room revealed a king-size bed tucked behind a dividing wall to the right.

Running your fingers through your hair you made your way over to the bed and plopped down. Remembering the box in your other hand that Cale said would explain everything, you looked at it, quickly pulling off the envelope attached to the top. Inside was a letter and you felt yourself holding your breath as you started to read Cale’s familiar handwriting.

Y/N,

I’m pretty sure it was on our first date that I learned just how much you love Christmastime. And it wasn’t long after that before your friends and family were telling me about how you’ve always dreamed of a Christmas wedding. Watching you light up this time of year is one of my favorite things about you.

I know being with me isn’t always easy, I know what my career has caused you to give up, will cause you to give up in the future. Yet through it all, you’ve stayed right by my side. I can’t express to you how much that means to me.

When I proposed, I promised to make all of your dreams come true if you’d just let me make you my wife.

But since that day I’ve watched you struggle. I’ve seen the pressure of supporting me and taking care of our home weigh on you. I’ve seen the tears you cry when the media is critical of my play or when people who have no business in our personal life butt in on social media. And I’ve seen you struggle to pick a date, decide on a venue for our wedding. In order to make things easier on me, you’ve been trying to wrap your head around a summer wedding, even though we both know that’s not what you want.

So...without me rambling too much...I know you have questions. Likely, where am I and what the hell is going on?

Where are you? The Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel in Banff, Alberta.

What the hell is going on? Open the box now.

Tossing the wrapping paper to the floor, you opened the box, pulling out a cotton robe from the tissue paper. Turning it over, you held it up, the words ‘Mrs. Makar’ staring back at you in a forest green script. Under that, in a similar deep red script, was ‘12.23.20’, and suddenly swallowing was a lot harder. Picking the letter up again you continued reading, tears forming quickly and streaming down your cheeks.

I took note of tonight’s game against Calgary on the road from the moment the schedule was released. And it stayed in the back of my mind until that night at Gabe’s where Mel and Courtney grilled you about wedding planning and you came home and cried yourself to sleep.

Y/N...it absolutely killed me to know that planning our wedding, one of the happiest days of our lives, was making you so upset. If you’ll recall, the next morning I told you to take a break and that it would all work out.

That morning, I called my mom and your mom on the way to the rink and told them that I wanted to make this particular dream of yours come true. With both our families on board and a very limited date window I started making some calls and with a name drop or five, some luck, and a LOT of hard work, here we are.

I suppose I should briefly apologize for my slight manipulation of you with insisting you go dress shopping, come up with your half of the guest list, and taste cakes with me but I hope all of that will be quickly forgiven when you see the results of my efforts.

I love you Y/N and all I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy because from that first day on UMASS’s campus that’s all you’ve ever made me.

So relax. Everything is taken care of. You just sit back and enjoy.

Anxious and extremely excited,

Your soon-to-be husband

P.S. Text your mom when you pull yourself together so she can bring you your bag.

P.P.S. Shower tonight. Breakfast will be brought at 7:30 with your hair and makeup artists arriving around 8:15.

Cale was truly the absolute best guy on the planet and it all still felt completely surreal. Just yesterday you were stressing over how you were going to get through Christmas with everyone asking about wedding plans and now..now tomorrow you were actually getting married.

A quick text to your mom and she was there, wrapping her arms around you after setting your bag on the bed. You hadn’t expected to see her until Cale’s first road trip after the holidays when you had plans to fly home and have a belated Christmas with your family.

“This is really happening?” You found yourself questioning, still unable to shake the shock you were feeling.

“Yeah, baby girl.” Your mom assured you. “You found yourself a pretty incredible man who would literally give you the moon if you asked for it.” Once again you were blown away by the weight of Cale’s love and though your eyes still watered, your smile was quickly growing.

After your mom caught you up to date with a few more details, ones Cale’s letter hadn’t provided, she bid you goodnight and told you that she would be back for breakfast in the morning, urging you to try and get some sleep.

Keeping in mind Cale’s advice to shower tonight, you quickly but carefully ran through an extensive beauty routine in the shower. Since you were still too anxious to sleep, you only quickly dried your body before moving to the jacuzzi tub. Tucked into the warm water with jets soothing your muscles you texted Cale, unable to help yourself.

You’re insane and incredible and I love you so much. Also...I can’t wait for you to see the dress. xoxo Your Bride.

You weren’t expecting a response, so you set your phone aside and just tried to relax knowing that morning was already creeping up on you. Feeling your skin start to prune, you finally climbed out, dried off, and crawled into bed. Though your mind wouldn’t stop racing, you did eventually drift off.

___

The sound of your alarm going off pulled you from sleep and it took you a moment to remember where you were. Suddenly it hit you that you were getting married today and wave after wave of nerves crashed over you. It was an excited nervous but one that almost left you feeling dizzy all the same.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you threw on some sweats, just in time for a knock to sound at your door. Moving over to it, you saw that it was your mom and you let her in, hugging her again.

“Did you get any sleep?” She inquired a warm but nervous smile on her face as well.

“A little.” You replied. “My mind won’t stop racing though.” You admitted.

“You’re worried about all of the details…” Your mom mused. “I’m sure Cale’s note already told you this but relax and just enjoy your wedding day baby, Cale has everything under control and he didn’t forget anything. I have never seen a man so detail-oriented regarding his wedding before.” She laughed and it made you giggle as you fell even more in love with him.

Any further discussion of your nerves was interrupted by the door again and this time it was in fact breakfast. Within minutes of its arrival, your best friends and bridesmaids arrived and wrapped you up in so many hugs, their joy infectious. Catching up with them over breakfast made your heart flutter because it had been too long since you’d seen them.

“We need to find us men like Cale.” Your college roommate, Rachel, mused a wistful look in her eyes.

“Good luck with that. He’s kind of one of a kind.” You smiled. “But I mean I can introduce you to his teammates, I think you’d get along well with Andre.” You teased, sending her a wink.

Breakfast had included mimosas, which was working wonders to take the edge off of your anxiety, causing you to be your usual open and bubbly self. As you finished breakfast your bridesmaids disappeared to grab their own robes to change into as well as to grab their dresses. While they were gone you slipped into your robe as well, your mom already starting to tear up at that sight alone.

As your bridesmaids returned, dress bags in hand, the hairstylist and makeup artist arrived. They both got to work on your mom, and you turned to your bridesmaids a curious look on your face.

“So...I know I didn’t pick these dresses. Do I at least get to see them?” You asked. Each of your bridesmaids zipped open the dress bags revealing different style dresses in the same dark forest green color.

“Cale suggested the color to us and then told us to use our best judgment.” Your childhood best friend, Anne, explained. “We think he was right on point but what do you think?”

“I think I’m going to have some pretty hot bridesmaids to set up with my hubby’s teammates.” You joked. “I don’t know anything really about this wedding but I’m sure they’ll be perfect.” You added, taking a deep breath to calm the next wave of nerves.

For the next few hours, you bs’ed with your girls while each, in turn, got their hair and makeup done. At some point, a photographer and a videographer arrived popping in and out of the suite. Before long it was your turn to sit in the chair, and when a mirror was handed to you when they were done, you almost burst into tears at the woman staring back at you, hardly believing that it was yourself.

“Wow…” You whispered, letting out a shaky breath.

“Cale isn’t going to know what hit him.” Your best friend from your major, Moni, declared.

“Yeah...you look smoking hot Y/N.” Rachel agreed. It felt like everything was a blur as you finished eating a quick snack before watching your bridesmaids slip into their dresses. When your mother returned, Cale’s mom was with her, both dressed and ready to go.

“Oh, sweetheart....you look stunning.” Cale’s mom declared, pulling you into a hug. “He’s gonna lose it. He’s fully admitted he’s sure he’s going to cry.” She laughed.

“Should we get you dressed?” Your mom inquired and with the photographer and videographer on standby, they helped you into your dress, settling the straps onto your shoulders before zipping you in. It fit like a glove and your friends all gasped, having not seen it before.

“Y/N…” They murmured, each having tears form in their eyes.

“You aren’t allowed to cry or I’ll cry.” You chastised, feeling yourself get emotional. This was the day you’d been waiting your entire life for and so many different emotions were swirling through you. Taking a sip of water, you tried to calm your racing heart as you carefully sat on the edge of one of the chairs in the room. Fanning yourself, you saw Laura grab two small boxes, handing them to you with a smile before she took the seat across from you.

“Cale sent the top one, says it’s your something new and blue. The other is from me and it’s your something borrowed.” Laura explained. Your mom quickly came over with the necklace Cale had given you last Christmas, an eight-sided snowflake so that you would always have a piece of him, or at least his jersey number, with you.

“Cale suggested this as your something old.” She declared, fastening it around your neck. Opening the box Cale had sent, you couldn’t help but laugh. Inside was a blue and maroon colorado avalanche garter.

“Oh boy.” You breathed. “Yeah, I guess that works.” Your expression caused everyone else in the room to laugh as you shook your head, working the garter onto your leg. “If this is the only inclusion of the avs besides as guests, I suppose I should be happy.” You teased, dropping your dress back down to hide the garter. Finally, you took the box that Laura had brought and opened it to reveal a diamond tennis bracelet, worn with age.

“That was my mother’s, she gave it to me when Cale was born, and I plan to give it to you someday.” She expressed. “But I think you should borrow it for today because it just feels right.” Leaning over, you wrapped her in a hug as you thanked her.

“I hope you know how grateful I am for the man you birthed and raised.” You murmured, trying not to cry. “He is...he is everything I ever could have asked for and I know so much of that is because of you.”

“Oh honey, you’ve taken the man I raised and made him an even better man. I am so grateful to be able to call you my daughter.” This moment with your mother-in-law was so special and you had to take another sip of water to pull yourself back together. “Now I’m gonna go check on my son because I think it’s time for your dad to come see you. We’ll see you downstairs.” Her words were full of excitement as you hugged her and she squeezed your hands before leaving the room, taking a load full of things belonging to your bridesmaids with her.

Your grandmother made her way up to the room just before your dad and when she arrived she immediately started crying at how beautiful you look. By the time your dad knocked on the door, you were just trying to keep distracted so you wouldn’t start crying, telling stories about dates with Cale and how you knew he was the one almost right away. You hadn’t expected your dad to cry, but he did get a little emotional as he wrapped you in his arms. With all of these moments captured in photos and videos you knew you would certainly fully cry over them in the future.

As the clock ticked closer to the ceremony time, you felt more nerves roll over you in waves, slowly becoming overwhelming. Looking at your mom and dad you let out a shaky sob.

“I...I know Cale doesn’t want to see me before...but I...I need to at least hold his hand for a moment...please?” You requested, now noticing that your hands were shaking. You weren’t getting cold feet, that certainly wasn’t what you were feeling, it was all just so much emotion in such a short amount of time.

Nodding, your mom reached for her phone and stepped into the hall. After a minute she returned and motioned for you to follow her, your bare feet padding down the hall until you reached an alcove.

“Cale is on his way up.” She assured you, kissing your head before stepping away to give you some privacy. Nodding, you just focused your breathing until footsteps approached from the hall to your right.

“Hey, sunshine, what’s up...you’re not getting cold feet on me are you?” The sound of Cale’s voice was music to your ears and you reached a hand out around the corner.

“No...no cold feet.” You promised. “I just…” You started but paused feeling Cale’s hand lace in yours. “I...I needed this.”

“Mom says I’m going to lose it when I see you.” Cale breathed. “I’m so excited to finally marry you.” His words in combination with the feeling of his hand around yours, soon had you feeling like yourself again, some of the overwhelming emotions lessening.

“So I told Rachel I’d set her up with Burky.” You chatted, loving the sound of Cale’s laugh in reaction to your words.

“I’m sure he’ll have no complaints about that,” Cale replied. “You okay now?” He whispered. “Or do you need a hug because I can just close my eyes.” He offered.

“I will never turn down a hug from you.” You said smiling. “But I am better now…” You added.

“Come here then. Quick hug and then scurry along because we’ve got a wedding to get to.” His voice was happy and light as he pulled you around the corner and into his arms, his eyes closed. The hug was quick but settled all of your remaining nerves and when you pulled away you stretched to press a kiss to his rosy cheeks. As you scurried down the hall you noticed the red splotch on his face and called back.

“Take a rag to your cheek. I love you!”

Letting yourself back into your room, you noticed that it was basically cleaned out of everything from getting ready.

“Better?” Your mom asked though it was clearly visible on your face that you were.

Nodding you moved to slip your heels on, ready to get the show on the road. Now that you had pushed back all of the excess emotions, you were bouncing in excitement and you couldn’t be told fast enough that it was time to head downstairs. When you got there, you were handed a bouquet of red roses and greenery. From the hallway outside the venue, you could hear music playing and you hugged your mom one more time, wiping at her tears before handing her off to Gabe who was escorting her to her seat.

“He’s gonna lose his mind when he sees you Y/N.” Gabe winked. “You look incredibly beautiful.”

Cale’s mom was being escorted by Matt Calvert and once both mothers had been taken to their seats, it was time for your bridesmaids to make their way down the aisle. Left alone with just your dad you let out a deep breath.

“Are you ready for this?” He questioned and you immediately nodded your head.

“I’ve been ready since the moment I met him.” Wrapping your arm around your dad’s, you took one more steadying breath as the music changed. Then the doors opened again and for a split second your mind took in how beautiful the venue was before you turned and were facing a crowd of smiling faces, Cale all the way at the end. Pacing yourself, you walked toward him, his face the only thing you could really focus on. He was crying, just like he’d said he would, and you blinked back tears of your own. When your dad handed you off, you squeezed Cale’s hand, giggling softly when he murmured to the officiant that he needed a moment.

Once Cale had pulled himself together, you proceeded, his hand now holding yours more firmly as he stared at you with nothing but affection and love.

“Today we are gathered here to witness and bless the marriage of Y/N and Cale.” You were half-listening and couldn’t help but focus on Cale as he mouthed a ‘wow’ in your direction.

“Who has the honor to present Y/N to be married?” Your father answered that he and your mother do and hearing his voice you glanced over at him with a reassuring smile. Moni reached over to take your bouquet from you and with two hands free, you held both of Cale’s, smiling up at him.

“Now close friends and family tell me that this day was only a matter of time from the moment Y/N and Cale bumped into each other on the campus of the University of Massachusetts Amherst. I’m told that right away both secretly expressed that it was the best first date they’d ever been on and that they could see this relationship being one that lasts.” You could remember your first date like it was yesterday and you remembered even then having never felt like you just clicked with someone the way you did with Cale.

“Speaking with Cale I can see the amount of love and affection he holds for Y/N. I’m sure most of you are in the loop but Cale is the one that planned this entire thing in order to give Y/N the wedding she always dreamed of but was willing to give up to marry him. His teammates tell me the effort included a lot of time on the phone while on the road and even some missed team dinners.” Some chuckles went up in the crowd from the direction of Cale’s teammates and you smiled because you loved that rowdy bunch so much.

“And though I haven’t gotten the privilege to speak with Y/N...I can see now in the way she looks at him that all of that love and affection is returned. And while I’m sure that there’s more that could be said about the two people standing in front of me I’m pretty sure they’d both like me to just get on with things.” The whole space filled with laughter and you nodded your head like ‘yeah kinda’ as you continued to smile over at Cale.

“After speaking with Cale, I searched for a reading that seemed fitting of the relationship with Y/N that he described. In the end, I decided on “Blessing for a Marriage” by James Dillet Freeman.” Your officiant paused before launching into the reading.

“May your marriage bring you all the exquisite excitements a marriage should bring, and may life grant you also patience, tolerance, and understanding.

May you always need one another — not so much to fill your emptiness as to help you to know your fullness. A mountain needs a valley to be complete. The valley does not make the mountain less, but more.

And the valley is more a valley because it has a mountain towering over it. So let it be with you and you. May you need one another, but not out of weakness. May you want one another, but not out of lack.

May you entice one another, but not compel one another. May you embrace one another, but not out encircle one another. May you succeed in all-important ways with one another, and not fail in the little graces.

May you look for things to praise, often say, “I love you!” and take no notice of small faults. If you have quarrels that push you apart, may both of you hope to have good sense enough to take the first step back.

May you enter into the mystery that is the awareness of one another’s presence — no more physical than spiritual, warm and near when you are side by side, and warm and near when you are in separate rooms or even distant cities.

May you have happiness, and may you find it making one another happy. May you have love, and may you find it loving one another.”

By the end, the feeling of Cale’s fingers brushing patterns on your palm was all you could focus on. Lost in thought, you just watched him until he started speaking.

“I love you, Y/N(Full). You are my best friend.” Hearing the sound of his voice, you realized that he was repeating after your officiant one sentence at a time. “Today I give myself to you in marriage. I promise to encourage and inspire you, to laugh with you, and to comfort you in times of sorrow and struggle. I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you and to always hold you in the highest regard. These things I give to you today, and all the days of our life.” As he finished, he squeezed your hand and you let out a deep breath.

Repeating the same vows to Cale you laughed at using his full name ‘Cale Douglas Makar’ and then swallowed down the lump in your throat as you attempted not to cry as you continued. Once you’d shared your vows, your officiant asked for the rings and you watched as Cale’s brother handed them over.

This time, they started with you and you took Cale’s left hand into yours sliding on his wedding band.

“With this ring, I thee wed.” You stated confidently. Cale struggled just a bit to slide your ring on and you giggled as he spoke those six life-changing words as well.

“Well...we’ve made it through the vows, you’ve exchanged rings, so I suppose there’s just one thing left to do.” You officiant declared, causing Cale’s teammates and friends to start hooting and hollering. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go ahead and kiss your bride.” Your officiant spoke over the cheers and as soon as he finished, Cale’s arms slipped around your waist and he leaned down to kiss you breathless.

“It is my honor to present to you, Mr. & Mrs. Cale Makar.” Taking your flowers back you walked back down the aisle with Cale, leaning against his chest as he kissed you once you were back in the hall.

“So this is what I could have seen earlier if I agreed to a first look huh?” He inquired, spinning you around so that he could take in all angles of the dress.

“Mmhmm.” You agreed, your arm wrapped around his as you smiled up at him contentedly. “But I’m kind of glad you didn’t.” You admitted.

“Me too.” He clarified. “But you’re so gorgeous.” He murmured, stealing one more kiss.

While your guests hit the cocktail hour, you, Cale, your immediate families and the wedding party headed to have photos taken. Your jaw ached from smiling, but every time Cale looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel your smile grow. You were his wife. You were going to get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Thankfully, as your stomach started to growl, the photographer announced that you were done with photos. You had to make a quick detour with Cale to sign the marriage certificate but after that, you returned to the same ballroom following your bridesmaids and groomsmen inside as once again all of your friends and family went nuts. You settled into your personal table with Cale and immediately reached for the glass of water, taking a long sip. As you waited for food to be brought out, you leaned into your husband’s side, your hand resting on his knee.

“So how did I do?” He whispered in your ear and for the first time you took a true look around the venue. There was a Christmas tree on either end of the room in front of the large windows and every balcony was strung with lit greenery. The tables were draped with white, red, or green cloth and the centerpieces were either red roses or poinsettias. It was absolutely beautiful and screamed Christmas.

“I’d say this is probably the equivalent of scoring a hattrick.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Cale kissed your head in return and the two of you sat watching as your friends and family mingled as food started to come out of the kitchens. Sipping at your wine, you devoured the delicious food quickly, more hungry than you had realized. When your plate was empty you watched as Cale picked his up and used his fork to transfer his mashed potatoes to your plate.

“I had a heavy breakfast and lunch.” He insisted between bites. “Go ahead I know you’re still hungry.” Nodding, you quickly finished off the additional food your husband had provided you before snuggling back into his side to digest. Now that they had noticed you were finished eating, Cale’s teammates, particularly Gabe and EJ, got obnoxious with the glass taps trying to get you to kiss. You complied the first half dozen times but then just rolled your eyes and glared, enjoying just being tucked into your husband’s side.

After Cale’s brother gave a speech, your three bridesmaids tag-teamed one, and soon it was time for the first dance. Cale took your hand and led you onto the dance floor as Sam Smith’s version of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas began to play.

“Now you’re just outdoing yourself.” You whispered pecking Cale’s lips as he swayed you back and forth. This...this was everything you had ever dreamed of right here. “And I don’t think I’ve mentioned it but you look very very sexy today.” Almost immediately, Cale’s cheeks took on a deep flush and you giggled running your hands down his chest. “I love how easily I affect you.” You grinned, squealing softly as he dipped you as the song came to a close.

“You’re a brat.” He mumbled, kissing you again gently before handing you off to your father for the father-daughter dance. Wrapped in your daddy’s arms he asked about you being happy and you couldn’t help it when your smile grew even wider.

“I’m so so happy.” You assured him. “You know Cale has always been good to me, good for me.” He nodded, agreeing that he knew that but wanting to make sure you knew that you were always his little girl. As you turned slightly, you saw Gabe dancing with Linnea by their table and immediately your brain dashed to the idea of Cale dancing with your daughter someday. You were both young and not ready for kids just yet but sometime in the semi-distant future, you were certain he’d be an amazing dad. Kissing your dad’s cheek as the song ended, you watched Cale drag his mom onto the floor for their dance. While he danced, you stopped to hug your mom before making your way over to Gabe, Mel, and Linnea.

Immediately Linnea reached for you and though Mel tried to discourage her, you eagerly reached for the toddler.

“She’s fine Mel.” You insisted. “Thanks for sticking around in town to be here today.” You were sure this was only the first of many times that that phrase would leave your mouth in the next few hours.

“Like we would have missed it. Cale has been talking about it non-stop for months. We all wanted to see what he was able to pull off.” Gabe smirked.

“Eh, just his bride’s dream wedding..no big deal.” You declared grinning.

“Plus now we can all chirp him for months for crying when he saw you,” Gabe added and immediately Mel smacked his head as the two of you in unison responded.

“No, you will not, Gabriel Landeskog.” Gabe threw his hands up in defense and chuckled softly. The DJ announced that this next dance would start with just the wedding party, then family could join in and by the end everyone else and you bounced Linnea on your hip, looking to where Cale was already working to get Z’s daughter to dance with him.

“I’m stealing your daughter, you can have her back at the end of this song.” You announced, cooing at Linnea who was enamored with you. Making your way onto the dance floor, you rocked Linnea around, making her laugh. Cale was doing the same with Sophie and when the two of you met up in the middle of the floor you smiled at each other, your shared look communicating the same thing. Someday.

The next few hours were a blur of mingling and dancing, though you certainly did more of the latter while Cale did the former. There were moments that stood out in your head though. First, you remembered how hard you laughed when you introduced Rachel to Andre and saw the expression on his face. You’d threatened him not to break her heart and while you weren’t certain it would be a long term thing, it certainly seemed like they would both at least have a good night tonight.

Second, you remembered cutting the cake and the rush of heat that ran through you as you licked the icing off of Cale’s fingers as he fed you. You’d both been nice, neither smashing it into the other’s face like Cale’s teammates had been egging you to do all night. Then he’d held you as you shared a full piece making your way from table to table to talk to people that you hadn’t yet. You weren’t so worried about your immediate families, your grandma mentioning that Cale’s family had invited everyone to stay through Christmas to do one big family thing. But teammates, friends, you wanted to make sure you stopped and told each of them how much you appreciated them being here given that it was so close to the holiday.

Finally, you remembered being pulled onto the dance floor by Matt Calvert. Not only had he and Courtney opened up their home to Cale, but they had also opened it to you, allowing you to spend time with him during a period where everything was changing so quickly that your relationship very easily could have cracked. In addition to that, Courtney had been a lifeline in helping you navigate your way through the life of a better half.

“You know...when Cale first mentioned you, I had my reservations,” Matt admitted. “But then I met you and I immediately knew it wouldn’t be long before we were standing here. The two of you complement each other so well. I truly don’t think he could have found a better match.” Hugging him, you expressed silently how much those words meant to you. As you continued to dance, you watched Cale with Courtney, his cheeks flushed from alcohol and the day as a whole. To their right, Moni was dancing with Matt Nieto and you giggled to yourself as your eyes went wide. Over by the tables, Josty, who had caught the garter, was chatting up Anne, who had caught your bouquet, making her laugh probably by saying something completely ridiculous because he’d had quite a few drinks today. And though deep down you already knew it, today had proven one thing. You belonged in Cale’s world just as much as he belonged in yours. The two of you just blended seamlessly and it was probably one of the most important reasons as to why it just worked.

Like your feet had tired hours ago, eventually, the rest of you started to tire as well and you tucked yourself into Cale’s side, leaning against him.

“Should we make our rounds and say goodnight?” Cale whispered softly in your ear and when you nodded, he started to guide you around the room. Soon, you had said goodnight to pretty much everyone who was left and then Cale grabbed your shoes, walking you up to your suite.

Popping the door open, Cale lifted you bridal style and carried you over the doorstep, setting you down gently on the bed.

“Today was perfect, but I’m exhausted.” You breathed, already feeling like you just wanted to melt into the mattress. As much as you wanted to consummate your marriage you just weren’t sure you had the energy. Cale paced around the room for a few minutes and when you finally pulled yourself to sit up, you saw that he had changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and was walking toward you with a makeup wipe in his hand.

“Let’s just get you ready for bed.” He proclaimed, gently wiping as much of the makeup off of you as he could so that washing your face would be easier. “We have all the time in the world.” He continued. “So let’s just get some sleep and then maybe we can take advantage of that jacuzzi in the morning since checkout isn’t until noon.”

“I like the sound of that.” You murmured, sitting still as Cale worked to take down your hair so that you could actually sleep on it. When all of that was done he pulled you to your feet, helped you out of your dress, and then into one of his t-shirts. Pulling him close you kissed him, your lips melding together lazily. “I love you. Thanks for everything today.” Your words were muffled against his lips but Cale groaned softly at them all the same.

“You deserve all of it. I can’t believe you’re my wife.” There was a glint in his eyes that you loved so much and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Believe it buddy...because I fully expect you to make love to me after we get some sleep.”

“Tomorrow...for the rest of our lives...whatever you want is all yours.” He agreed.

“How about we start with some cuddles and go from there?” Tucked into Cale’s arms, you felt your body settle and start drifting off to sleep.

Though you’d received a lot of Christmas presents in life, you were 100% sure that being married to Cale was forever going to be the best Christmas gift you could have ever received.

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Labelling Love | Part 2 (Collab)

Summary: Meeting you changed the way Eunwoo viewed romance and love entirely.

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x female reader

Genre: university au / romance / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Welcome to the second series in the monthly Love In Fours Ways collab with @jackiejacks923 @noona-clock & @this-song-thats-only-for-you . In the final week of each month during this collab, we’ll be each sharing a mini-series using 4 of the pictures/concepts illustrated in the book that inspired our series that I’ve credited below.

Credit to: Puuung - Love Is In The Small Things // #76 , #60 , #4 , #33

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 // Collab Masterlist

Part 2 - The Moment Just Before The Actual Kiss, Which Is Sometimes Even Sweeter Than The Kiss Itself

Blinking at his admission, your eyes then grew unfocused. “You… you what?”

“I know it’s ridiculous. Believe me, I don’t understand it either,” he continued hastily, letting go of your arm and running a hand through his hair. “But ever since I first saw you, I’ve been distracted like this.”

A small smile ghosted over your lips. “I see.”

“I’m normally rather efficient, not at all a bumbling mess like this.”

“And I make that harder?”

“You’re enjoying this now,” he lamented and you giggled before biting at your bottom lip. Eunwoo couldn’t help but groan at your elated expression. “Meanwhile I think I’m going insane.”

“I think you’re just being really romantic.”

Eunwoo laughed, shaking his head. “Oh no, that’s not me.”

“It’s not?” you echoed, pursing your lips together.

Oh god, why had he noticed them right at that moment?

Blinking rapidly, he sat back in his chair quickly. You watched him before grinning. “What’s not romantic about a guy telling you the reason he can’t think straight is because of you? Most girls dream of being told this, you know.”

“Really? But it’s so…”

“Romantic,” you repeated, your smile splitting your lips further. “Thank you for telling me the truth, Eunwoo.”

He sighed, glancing at you cautiously. “What do we do now about it?”

“Well, if sitting next to me is a bother, we could try moving apart so long as you don’t use this confession as something to avoid me entirely with.” Eunwoo didn’t mention out loud that it had been a thought he possessed, but you seemed to notice and hissed at him. “You can’t!”

“I dislike being this hopeless,” he told you with a pout which only made you further unable to remove your amusement. “Stop having so much fun at my expense!”

“You haven’t asked me what my thoughts are around this situation, Eunwoo.”

“Do I have to? It’s a ridiculous problem to have and I’m already struggling to navigate it myself.”

“We could do it together,” you offered airily, not quite meeting his gaze. “You know, like a team.”

“A team?”

“Yeah, we could work on extending your comfort zone whilst in my company. I’m sure the more time we spend together, you’ll find your footing again. Attraction only bothers people with a crush temporarily.”

Eunwoo glanced around the café before shooting you an exasperated look. “A crush?! Y/N, come-”

“I could take away the crush aspect of your problem, if you want, Eunwoo. Who’s to say I don’t have one too?”

Eunwoo stared at you dumbfounded until he started to grow dizzy. Yearning for fresh air, he barely breathed out an excuse me before dashing for the exit, walking briskly down the sidewalk whilst breathing in deeply.

You caught up to him a moment later. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Not usually,” he replied with a side glance in your direction. He couldn’t help but scrunch up his face when he realised the itch in his palm to reach out for yours.

He pocketed his hands deeply into his jeans.

“So you like me. And perhaps I like you.”

Eunwoo stopped walking and stared at you imploringly. “Did you like me before or after I admitted to being bothered by you?”

“Does it matter?”

“You’re just stunned because a guy said some nice things.”

“No, it’s nothing like that,” you corrected and stepped closer. “I haven’t met someone who I can easily talk to right away like you. Normally I’m really reserved. Plus, I can’t deny that you’re rather handsome, either.”

Eunwoo couldn’t help but laugh then. “So normally we’re both different from how we’re representing to one another now.”

“It means something.”

“I don’t believe in love at first sight,” he warned and you shrugged.

“Did I say I was in love? I just suggested we explore this. I’ll help you get over this issue you’re dealing with and see if what I feel is something worth acting upon. What do you say?”

Eunwoo sighed and after a moment’s thought, he nodded. “That sounds like the best option we have.”

Much to Eunwoo’s surprise, your idea worked well. It took enduring through another two weeks of less than stellar performances from him in class before he found the rhythm needed to be productive at your side. And because this was achieved by spending all his time in between classes with you, you were now efficient study buddies. You bounced ideas off one another, even with your other subjects that you didn’t take together. Eunwoo was also able to spend hours just reading across from you and whilst he still had moments where he stopped and stared or felt his heart racing, he was no longer incapable.

The physical reactions hadn’t stopped though. If anything, they had intensified. He would often find himself itching to reach out for you and sometimes he did that, relishing in the moment of connection. Holding your hand or letting you lean against him when you grew tired at the end of a cramming session made Eunwoo feel more in control of the reactions. He was empowered every time he gave into them.

And that made him realise that things had progressed in his mind further than just a crush.

“What are you doing over the weekend?” you asked during lunch and Eunwoo glanced up at you and shrugged.

“Probably nothing aside from a bit of study.”

“Nothing?” you asked and then shook your head. “That won’t do!”

“Being lazy and not attending school sounds like it’ll do just fine,” he admitted with a smirk and you rolled your eyes impatiently.

“But you could do more than that.”

“I could?” he wondered, looking at you curiously. “Like what?”

“We could go to the arcade or see a movie or-”

“Like a date?” he interrupted and you clamped your mouth shut, giving a small shy nod. He grinned. “Did you just try to ask me out on a date, Y/N?”

“Well you’re taking forever to do so and I just thought that it would be nice to spend time together outside of the university campus and explore more of what this feeling is between us.”

It was his turn to be delighted at your expense, chuckling when you started to grumble incoherently. Eunwoo leaned towards you with another smirk. “When will you pick me up?”

“You’ll go out with me?” you breathed and then a smile grew on your lips. “Really?”

“You’ll have to be prepared for me though. I’ve barely been holding back these last few days from you. If we’re going on a date, who knows what will happen.”

Actually, it wasn’t much different from daily life at your side. So far, you had enjoyed the arcade together and even saw a comedy that made his sides hurt from too much laughter. Now he was holding your hand and swinging it lightly as you ate ice-creams walking alongside the river. Conversation had flowed freely as had the smiles. Eunwoo was pretty sure the corners of his mouth were going to ache tomorrow after how much he’d curled his lips up in pleasure today with you.

Still, there was something that was different.

All day long, he had wanted to kiss you. At little moments, like when you grinned up at him after winning a game you’d tried several rounds on at the arcade. Or when you offered him a piece of popcorn and he had stared at you instead. You had even let him try your ice-cream flavour and for a second, Eunwoo had contemplated the age-old technique of kissing you to taste it instead.

Yet he held back each time, searching for a better moment.

“I guess I should take you home,” you mentioned once your ice-creams were finished, looking up at him with an unreadable expression. You then smiled when he laughed.

“I can’t believe you held to your end of the deal.”

“Well, I did ask you out on this date. Gender roles mean nothing in the modern age. A woman can pick a guy up and drop him off at his front door after an enjoyable time together.”

“You going to kiss me goodnight too then?” he wondered cheekily, only realising what he said a moment after.

Before he could apologise for the impromptu response, you were already slyly grinning up at him. “Maybe I should. Then one of us would have acted upon it.”

“You noticed?”

“How could I not?!” you exclaimed, shifting in closer. “You basically stared at my lips more than any other guy has before.”

Eunwoo rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Hah, I guess so.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been doing the same too. Wondering when I’d get to feel them against my own mouth.”

Eunwoo reached out to cup the side of your face, searching your eyes momentarily before leaning down towards you. He hesitated but not because he was nervous.

Watching as you fluttered your eyes shut when he was mere inches away from your face, Eunwoo’s heart started to thump noisily in his chest. He felt a surge of emotions wash over him as if he had already kissed you and had fallen trap to your enchanting ways. He witnessed the pursing of your lips, waiting for his own.

This moment.

This was more than he had ever experienced before in his life. He had dated girls when he was younger and even held a relationship for over a year during high school. But all of that paled to the way you willingly wanted him now.

It urged him to take your lips with his own, overwhelming all his senses. The kiss was soft, caressing right down to his soul. As he pulled you closer and deepened the embrace, Eunwoo knew he wouldn’t kiss anyone quite as well as he were you. Much as he tried to label the first moment, he searched through his mind for the reason why you made him feel like this now.

He couldn’t come up with any ideas that fitted perfectly, but your mouth sure felt as if it were made to be against his.

Finally, you stepped back, breath staggered and a hand upon your heaving chest. He watched you recover, his mind swirling with thoughts of you and his body was tingling from the experience.

“You’re beautiful,” he confessed and you eyed him again, a giddy smile crossing your swollen lips.

“And you’re mine now, right?”

Mine. Maybe that was the term Eunwoo was searching for. He nodded. “I’m yours.”

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pink-imagines · 5 years ago

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childhood lovers

request: Just got an idea: Miodorya, Kirishima,Bakugou and Todoroki with a fem s/o who grew up with them, please?

a/n: i just wrote izuku and shoto rn but i will post the other ones soon!!

warnings: this is mostly just fluff

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Izuku Midoriya.

Growing up with someone like Izuku wasn’t easy. It wasn’t that he was “too much to handle” or that he was reckless, beacause he really wasn’t. The thing was that where ever he went, tradgedy followed him. Watching your best friend get hurt over and over again isn’t something you’d want to experience. If it hurt you as much as it did you can only imagine what it felt like for him. Finding out he doesn’t have a quirk, the only thing he really wanted... his dad leaving him... and those damn bullies didn’t make it any better!

When you got into UA together things started happening between you, obviously you had already gone into puberty and things you didn’t think of before suddenly popped up in your head. Not only that, he had spent all of summer training and suddenly he looked like a completely new person! Neither of you did anything about these new feelings until after highschool. It was actually at the last dance of the UA graduation ball that you admitted your feelings towards one another...

Yaomomo dragged you by the arm towards the dancefloor, talking about how she hadn’t seen you all night. The fact was that you had been hiding away from Mina. She happened to know about your crush and you just knew she would do something to pair you up. Little did you know that Yaomomo was Mina’s partner in crime all along. Appearently all the girls were, and they had partnered up with the guys.

You saw Denki pushing Izuku out on the dancefloor, clearly struggling a bit, but you didn’t think much of it... until Yaomomo started leading you towards them. Denki and Yaomomo basically forced the two together and were gone within a second.

“Hi.”, you said as you took an awkward step away from him, after being pressed chest to chest with him

“Hey, I-”, a new song started playing which interupted Izuku. It was such a familiar song... could it be... it was your song! The song the two of you always listened to. To be fair, it was you favorite song, Izuku really only listened to it when he was with you and neither of you felt like talking.

“It’s the last dance of the night, right?”, you asked as people around you started dancing.

“It is...”, he nodded and then held out his hand to you, “... would you like to dance with me?”

“I’d love to.”

The night had ended with you two confessing, but since you both were going to different universities you decided to wait. And wait you did.

The two of you only first ended up together after you had broken up with a short-term boyfriend because of your new job at this agency. The agency that Izuku worked at. Everything was different, nothing was stopping you this time... but neither of you did anything. Well, that was until Izuku had enough of all this pretending.

You were staying late at work to finish paper work, in fact you were going to be the last one to leave. You knew that as soon as you saw Izuku walking down the corridor.

“Goodnight, Izuku!”, you waved goodbye as he passed your office. He waved and looked like he was just going to walk by, but then something in his eyes changed... as if he had remembered something.

“Hey, Y/N... do you have a second to talk?”, he leaned against your doorframe. You had left your door open to “air out”, when in reality you wanted him to stop by.

“Of course! I’ve finished most of my paper work anyways!”, you smiled, “What’s up?” He looked really fucking good in a suit. His jacket was thrown over his shoulder and the sleeves of his button up was rolled up. And damn... he really pulled off those black slacks!

“You okay?”, he waved his hand to catch your attention.

“Hm? Oh, sorry! I’m really tired, what did you say?”, you tried to keep your mind out of the gutter when it came to him but sometimes you slipped up.

“I was talking about the promise we made during that ball... I know it’s stupid but...”, he sighed, “I’ve waited for you.” Suddenly the guilt hit you all at once. Had he really not been with anyone? Fuck, he was comitted in that case.

“Are you telling me you’ve never been with anyone then?”, you asked nervously, as he knew of your past short-term relationships.

“No, I’ve had flings... just never anything serious.”, he slowly walked up to your desk and rested his hands against the wood.

“Me neither.”, you said, honestly.

“But you haven’t acted on this.”, he motioned between the two of you.

“This is our work place. I didn’t know you remembered our promise.”, you sighed and walked around your desk to face him properly, “Though I do have to say that it’s been tempting.”

“I hope you’re serious about that.”, he put his hands softly on your waist and pulled you closer.

“Oh trust me, Izuku, I am.”, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I need to finish my work up but I would love to maybe grab a drink?”

That’s how it started for real. Now, three years later you were laying next to him in bed. It felt so surreal, as if something like this would never happen. You had been friends since you were little and now you were sharing an apartment? Either way, you couldn’t be happier in this moment.

Shoto Todoroki.

You had known him since both of you were around four or five, which is when you had developed a tiny crush on him. The only reason you met is when your dad was having a meeting with Shoto’s dad, so both your moms were near acquaintences- before the accident that is. Your moms used to talk about “puppy-love” when they saw you two together, which you never understood back then. But it seems that both you and Shoto were quite oblivious to what was happening between you.

Once the accident happened you didn’t see Shoto for a very long time, but you never stopped thinking of him. Even if it was just a “I hope he’s okay” or something like “I wonder what he looks like nowadays”.

You had no idea you’d find out as soon as you joined UA. Of course you knew that Shoto would go to a prestigious school but you didn’t think you’d be in the same class! But he was very... different. He kept his distance from you at the beginning, which made your heart sting. It wasn’t just you he was cold towards, he barely talked to anyone in the class! It was only first after the sports festival that he started opening up. You were almost crying during Shoto’s fight with Midoriya and you were full on sobbing during his fight with Bakugo. You were right next to him when he woke up in Recovery Girl’s room.

His eyes fluttered open slowly, as if his eyelids were weighed down by a blanket. Once you found recognition in his eyes you smiled and let out a sigh that you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Y/N..?”, he croaked out

“Hi...”, you smiled, “Bakugo knocked you unconcious... you’re in the nurse’s office.” You were about to take your hands away from the side of the bed when he put his hand on top of yours. It felt warm and you carefully turned one of your hands around so you were now palm to palm and fingers intertwining.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispered. You knew what he meant, by just those two words. He said sorry for not getting in contact with you, sorry for being so cold to you and sorry for making you cry. He’d always been a gentleman in that way.

“It’s okay.”, you smiled and tried to keep the tears from running, “I understand.” The door opened and his father walked inside. You didn’t break eye contact and gave his hand a supporting squeeze before standing up and walking away, his fingers lingered onto you for just a little while.

Surprise, surprise, you both were still as oblivious as ever. Even though everyone could see how you looked at each other and how you acted together, neither of you realized that you were falling for each other. Nobody mentioned it though, they let you learn from each other and build up your old relationship once again.

Once that had happened you had already gotten out of school. During one of your little get togethers, which wouldn’t happen a lot because of work, the confession eventually just slipped out.

“I bought your favorite bottle!”, you said as you walked into Shoto’s apartment with a bottle of wine in your hand. He looked up from setting the table and smiled warmly before approaching you to give you a welcoming hug.

“It’s so nice to see you again.”, he sighed as you leaned into his touch, a bit more than you maybe should have.

“How long has it been now? Has to be at least... 3 months?”, you chuckled and put the bottle on his table, “What are you making? It smells great!” You gave yourself a nice mental pat on the back for teaching him how to cook.

The evening was spent with lots of laughs and memories... eventually the two of you ended up on the couch, drunk as ever. Your legs were thrown over Shoto’s lap as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Did you drive here?”, he muttered and put his head on top of yours.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Maybe you should stay over night? Probably can’t drive right now...”, he started playing with your hair for a bit.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay for any other reason?”, you weren’t usually this confident, but as they say; liquor is liquid courage.

“Y/N, c’mon...”, he pats your leg and gets up, “You can sleep in my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Why are you always so nice to me?”, you asked as he helped you up. You stumbled a bit, falling securely into his chest where he kept you steady.

“We’re friends, of course I’m nice to you.”, he muttered out against the top of your head.

“Friends don’t do this...”, you whisper nervously, “Please tell me that I’m not insane to think that there’s something more between us.”

“Let’s talk about it in the morning, okay?”, he kissed the top of your head and helped you to his bedroom.

You did end up talking about it in the morning and even now it still surprises you how oblivious you both were.

At least you managed to get here, you always find yourself thinking whenever the two of you go to bed together.

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lassostark · 4 years ago

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Status: Complete (1/1) Rating: M Fandom: The Witcher Relationship/s: Geralt x Jaskier | Geralt x Jaskier x Yennefer | Jaskier x Yennefer | Ciri & Geralt | Ciri & Jaskier Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Found Family, Families of Choice, Polyamory, Polyamory Negotiations, Idiots In Love, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Family Feels, Cuddling & Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fade to Black Sex, Jaskier is Ciri’s Parent

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When Jaskier agreed to join Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri on their journey to Kaer Morhen after the Witcher and the runaway princess found each other in the woods, the bard initially thought that he would have a hard time fitting in with the make-shift destined family.

Sure, things are still tense between him and Geralt, but only because Jaskier makes it so. Geralt, on the other hand, is unsubtle as a troll in an antique shop as he cautiously navigates around Jaskier, gruff voice oddly soft and inviting every time he addresses the bard. Jaskier would find it funny if it weren’t so miserable to bear witness to it and he wasn’t as wretched and awkward about the entire thing.

Yennefer is a different story altogether. Since she’s still recovering from the Battle of Sodden Hill, her magic is next to depleted, only able to bring forth enough power to keep their little party warm enough from the oncoming chill as they slowly move up North and the weather transitions to winter. She and Jaskier rarely talk, but they sometimes do exchange looks and nods. It’s like they reached a stalemate following the incident at the mountains, and though Jaskier is relieved to find that the gorgeous but intimidating sorceress is no longer romantically involved with Geralt (how he would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation), some part of him still can’t help but be jealous at the easy camaraderie between the two.

There’s an easy affection between them that he can only describe as natural. Though it’s nothing as explicit as that time Jaskier saw them fucking in Rinde, the reassuring way Geralt would squeeze the sorceress’s shoulder or the fond smile Yennefer would shoot the Witcher’s way every time Ciri says something they both find amusing speaks a lot. Like they’re her parents —

Well.

That’s quite true, though, isn’t it?

Cirilla Fiona. The princess, orphaned twice and having lost not only her family but also her home, is tethered by fucking Destiny herself to the most powerful sorceress and the most famous Witcher in the godsdamned Continent.

So where the fuck does Jaskier — Julian Alfred Pankratz, famous bard and poet, Viscount de Lettenhove — fit in this cookie-cutter family? What could he possibly offer to this ragtag group who was brought together by Destiny?

Oh, right.

Jaskier happens to have a bounty on his head due to his connection with Geralt.

He’s a liability. A burden.

Jaskier is many things, but he’s not a fool. He knows he’s not that important to them. It’s not like he can bring anything to the table that Yennefer and Geralt can’t do. Between those two, Ciri is more than safe. And speaking of the princess, apparently she also inherited her mother Pavetta’s insane power, so. Really. Jaskier’s just loose cannon. He has no further talents except to craft songs and poetry, play his lute like a virtuoso, be an incredibly generous and talented lover, and tell bedtime stories to frightened thirteen-year-olds when they wake up from a nightmare.

Which happens almost every night.

But hey. If that’s one thing Jaskier can contribute, as a way to “earn his place”, then he’ll do so gladly and without complaint.

Jaskier may not mean anything to Geralt of Rivia, but that doesn’t lessen his value as a helpful companion and shoulder to cry or lean on to his Child Surprise.

It’s been almost a month since Geralt and his company found Jaskier in a backwater village somewhere in Vizima. Jaskier vividly recalls the Witcher’s brief but heartfelt apology, all but pleading for Jaskier to see reason and come with them to Kaer Morhen for the winter.

“It’s not safe for you out here, Jaskier,” is what Geralt tells him with a beseeching look. “There’s a bounty on your head—”

“Because of you,” Jaskier interrupts him snidely.

“Because of me,” Geralt agrees. His golden eyes held that kicked puppy look that cuts through Jaskier’s heart like a hot knife through melting butter. “And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that your life is in danger because of me, but please. Please, Jaskier, you have to come with us to Kaer Morhen. You’ll be safe there, and you’ll be protected.”

It takes fifteen minutes of Geralt apologising and attempting to change Jaskier’s mind for Jaskier to admit defeat and say —

“Fine, fine! Alright. I’m coming, you stubborn brute.”

Geralt’s relieved smile was enough to curb the anxiety that wanted to grow in Jaskier’s gut on whether he made the right choice or not.

At present, they’re camped in a clearing in the woods outside of Vergen, bellies full from a deer Geralt caught and roasted over the fire Jaskier built. There are three tents assembled across the clearing, Roach and two other geldings tied securely nearby, the horses happily munching on grass.

Ciri bid them goodnight not long after they ate, eyes already drooping with exhaustion and her stomach filled with a hot meal. She doesn’t bother changing clothes, bundled in her cloak and buried under two thick blankets in the tent she shares with Geralt.

Yennefer is drinking some sort of concoction she says will aid in her slowly regaining her powers. Jaskier likes to think she’s just taking the piss and is in fact drinking expensive wine out of a fucking tea cup because she doesn’t want to share. Geralt, on the other hand, is leaning against a fallen log in front of the fire, sharpening his swords with a whetstone and glancing every now and then at the tent where Ciri is fast asleep.

Jaskier is perched just outside his small tent, which is closest to the fire because he is but a measly human, and softly plucking his lute with a melody that he thinks holds the potential for a wonderful song. It’s melancholic yet hopeful, and Jaskier is still contemplating if he’s going to make it into another love song or something else.

He’s looking at the fire while he plays his lute, and Jaskier exerts effort to ignore Geralt’s heavy gaze on the side of his face every twenty seconds or so.

They’ve spoken little since Jaskier joined them. Well, that’s not entirely true. It’s mostly Geralt who does the talking — which, to be frankly honest, consists of more than grunts, hmm’s, and fuck off, Jaskier. Honestly, it’s a welcome change, but it’s still quite mind-boggling. Jaskier doesn’t know what to think of the fact that Geralt is trying, really hard, to reach out to Jaskier. The olive branch has long been offered after the Witcher first apologised to Jaskier for what he said in the mountains. And though Jaskier told him that he’s forgiven the Witcher and meant it — and he does, he already forgave Geralt a long while back — there’s a petty, incredibly petty and childish part of Jaskier that still clings to the hurt and anger in his heart.

He gave the best years of his life to Geralt. More than twenty godsdamn years, and the Witcher threw them at his face like Jaskier’s friendship and company and love — freely given, might he add! — didn’t mean anything to the silver-haired, golden-eyed, pain in the arse of a Witcher —

Okay, he’s getting off track.

Jaskier breathes deep and exhales slowly through his nose as he feels those golden eyes fix on him again. He clears his throat and looks up from the roaring fire, and is surprised to meet Yennefer’s gaze already trained on him.

Jaskier doesn’t jump in surprise at being caught staring since it’s the other way around, but for some reason he can’t help but welcome the blatant staring of the beautiful but complex witch.

He arches a brow at Yennefer, fingers not fumbling through the chords he’s been playing over for the past twenty minutes.

There’s a sliver of a smirk that briefly graces Yennefer’s features before she hides behind her teacup. She drains her drink before she gets up from the second fallen log.

“Well, this has been fun,” she trills in a low voice, careful not to ruin the peaceful quiet that’s befallen them, and to also not awaken Ciri. “Have a good night, boys.”

Geralt grunts, briefly glancing up at Yennefer with a small smile. Jaskier watches the exchange and reins in the jealousy that simmers at the pit of his stomach. They’re no longer together, they don’t want each other like that, Yennefer’s actually a pretty decent person are the thoughts that constantly run through Jaskier’s mind.

He sees Yennefer shoot him a look, a cross between amusement and exasperation. But before Jaskier can think of a response, the quiet is suddenly broken by a whimper from the tent next to his.

Jaskier blinks and abruptly stops his playing.

The trio exchange looks across the fire. Geralt is frozen in his spot, his face contorted in worry and trepidation. Yennefer looks wary, hands limp by her sides, except Jaskier glimpses her rubbing her fingers unconsciously.

Then the whimpering turns to a pained cry.

Without a second thought, Jaskier gets up and sets aside his lute. It’s only a testament to how often he’s done this since he started traveling with them that neither Witcher nor sorceress utter a word to stop him from crawling inside the tent.

Despite the lack of warmth, Jaskier can see beads of sweat on Ciri’s strained face, her body twisted in the blankets as she cries out and contorts in her troubled sleep.

Like the previous evenings when he’s done this, Jaskier feels his heart break all over again for the young princess. It doesn’t take long for him to rouse Ciri from her nightmare, who wakes up with a startled gasp and nearly headbutts Jaskier on the nose.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re safe,” Jaskier soothes when Ciri’s wild expression clears once she recognises him.

“J-Jaskier,” Ciri’s lips tremble, and she doesn’t hesitate to launch herself into Jaskier’s waiting arms.

“You’re safe, darling,” he repeats soothingly.

Jaskier envelops his arms around the teen’s small, quivering form. He rubs comforting circles on her back with one hand while the other caresses her blonde curls like a parent does to their child.

She kind of is, actually, Jaskier notes with a twitch of his lips as he starts to rock Ciri in his arms. Over the years, whenever he was invited to perform at Queen Calanthe’s court, Jaskier always made it a priority to check up on Geralt’s Child Surprise. Seeing the Lion Cub of Cintra grow up was both an honour and a privilege. It was clear to see that Ciri also became drawn to the energetic presence of Jaskier, who didn’t hesitate to regale her with stories of his travels around the Continent, with or without the presence of the White Wolf.

Hmm. Perhaps that’s why Calanthe looked like she was about to have a conniption each time he visited.

“I’m sorry.”

Jaskier is broken from his thoughts when he hears Ciri sniffle against his chest.

“Whatever for, darling?” he asks softly as he continues to rub small circles on her back.

He loosens his hold when he feels Ciri pull back, but she only does so slightly to look up at Jaskier. Her face is flushed, eyes red-rimmed and slightly swollen. There’s a sympathetic pang in his chest as Jaskier carefully thumbs away the tears from her cheeks.

“I-I always have these nightmares,” Ciri replies in a whisper, averting her gaze. “And y-you always comfort me. You don’t need to, but you do. And I’m t-thankful, I really am. I’m just… sorry you have to see me like this.”

“Like what? Human?” Jaskier asks. When Ciri looks up at him again, he offers her an understanding smile. “Darling, you have nothing to be sorry for. At all. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still so young. Comforting you after your nightmares is not a chore for me, dear Ciri. Don’t you ever think that, okay?”

Ciri sniffles again, but she nods once. Jaskier remains quiet, sensing that the young teen is working herself up to say something.

His patience is rewarded.

“I… I suppose I don’t like being this weak,” Ciri finally admits sheepishly.

In this moment, Jaskier sends a prayer of thanks to the gods above that Geralt sought him out and pleaded Jaskier to go with them. Because if he hadn’t and it was Geralt (or Yennefer) in Jaskier’s place tonight, Melitele knows how this conversation would’ve turned out.

Jaskier inwardly cringes when he thinks of Geralt’s bedside manners. It’s not that bad, but it certainly isn’t the best approach to soothe the worries and fears of a frightened thirteen-year-old.

“You’re not weak,” Jaskier starts with a firm tone. He lifts Ciri’s chin with a single finger so she can see the sincerity in Jaskier’s words. “You’re one of the bravest and strongest people I have the privilege to meet. But that also doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have moments of weakness. There are times that we’ll need to accept the help that is offered to us. Not because we’re incapable to do it alone, but every so often it’s better to have someone with us. And sometimes, sometimes we all need someone to lean on.”

Huh, that’s a good line. Jaskier files that thought away for a later time. Ciri smiles a tremulous smile at him before she buries her face on Jaskier’s tear-soaked chemise once more.

“Thank you,” he hears her mumble against his chest, thin arms tightening their hold around his waist.

Jaskier smiles and plants a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“No thanks required, darling. I’m always here for you.”

He continues to rock Ciri in his arms, and at some point Jaskier starts to hum under his breath. It’s after a few minutes that he realises he’s humming the same melody he’s been playing all evening.

“Thank you,” Geralt tells Jaskier the second he steps out of the tent after Ciri has fallen asleep once more.

It’s just the two of them in the clearing now.

A lump forms in Jaskier’s throat when he sees Geralt’s soft expression, eyes warm as honey as it reflects on the firelight.

He manages to smile at Geralt. It’s small and crooked, but just as genuine.

Every night after Jaskier steps out of the tent after comforting Ciri from her nightmares, Geralt never fails to thank him. Jaskier knows that Geralt doesn’t have to, but the bard still appreciates the gesture.

And like each night after Geralt says those words, Jaskier replies:

“You’re welcome.”

He doesn’t want to admit it yet, but he knows that every night since he started traveling with them, a piece of his fractured heart heals.

“Will you sing that song to me again?” Ciri asks Jaskier a few nights later.

Jaskier looks down at her, tendrils of blonde hair clinging to the sides of her neck from the nightmare he woke her from several minutes ago.

“Which song, sweetheart?” Jaskier asks, confused. He doesn’t think he’s been singing her any songs lately. Humming, yes, but nothing with lyrics.

“There are no lyrics, but you hum the tune,” Ciri replies. Well, that does narrow down the list, Jaskier surmises. “I—I like it.”

He perks up at this.

“Really?”

“Mhm. It helps me sleep.” Then after a pause, “Is it okay?”

Endeared at the bashful look on her face, Jaskier fixes the blankets around Ciri before he continues to pet her hair in that soothing manner he knows she likes.

“It’s not a problem at all, darling. In fact, it’s a work in progress.”

Jaskier starts to hum the melancholic melody, and this time it takes less than ten minutes for Ciri to fall back to a dreamless sleep.

Smiling at the child in his arms, Jaskier kisses Ciri’s forehead and continues to hum the song. He only stops when his back starts to protest at the uncomfortable position.

After that night, Jaskier successfully finds the perfect words to go along with the melody he’s been humming to Ciri.

He’s never composed a lullaby before. He knows several lullabies that he’s learned to play over the years, but Jaskier has never written his own. By the time he finishes it a day later, he finds that he quite likes it.

“If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountain should crumble to the sea”

Somehow, doing this feels like a gift he’s bestowing upon Ciri, and the teary-eyed look of awe she gives Jaskier when he sings it to her that night sends a wave of fatherly affection through Jaskier’s chest.

“Whenever you’re in trouble, won’t you stand by me,” Jaskier croons softly before he presses another soft kiss on Ciri’s forehead. The young girl sniffles quietly, eyes drooping as her breathing slowly evens out. Her grip on Jaskier slackens a bit, but Jaskier doesn’t make a move to let go, opting instead to start a second round of the lullaby.

It should terrify him, this feeling. After all, she’s Geralt’s Child Surprise, not Jaskier’s. But somehow he finds that he doesn’t fucking care. Instead, he eagerly welcomes the unfamiliar emotion with open arms.

A part of Jaskier preens when he catches sight of the somewhat awestruck expressions on Geralt’s and Yennefer’s faces upon stepping out of the tent some time later.

(Read the rest on AO3)

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bbyx · 4 years ago

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ripple effect - part five

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

(y/n) walks inside the huge double doors of Hogwarts when she gets hit in the face by a balloon. It explodes and leaves her soaking wet.

"Oh fuck you Peeves."

Peeves shrieks in delight seeing Millicent’s smooth newly straightened hair frizz back up to her usual red curls.

(y/n), Millicent and Daphne walk inside the bright Great Hall.

You eye your usual spot where Draco is sitting with his henchmen and you drag your friends away. They shoot you confused looks because you always sit in the exact center of the Slytherin table but you smile reassuringly.

"I want to be near the front today. So Daphne can have a front row seat to her sister's sorting ceremony."

Daphnee looks charmed by your thoughtfulness.

Thank god I was born a good liar.

The hat sings another ridiculous song. The first years line through the great hall and Professor Mcgonagall begins shouting names out. You start cracking your knuckles waiting for someone else to be sorted into Slytherin so your house can cheer loudly,

"Greengrass, Astoria"

"SLYTHERIN"

What seems like the entirety of the Slytherin house jumps up and cheers for the little brunette girl.

A proud looking Astoria Green takes the hat off and hurries to the Slytherin table, where everyone was applauding her. Harry caught a glance of (y/n) cheering Astoria on. For a fleeting second, Harry had a strange desire to join the Slytherin table too.

During the whole dinner, (y/n) could feel Draco's eyes burning into the back of her head. She focused hard on not looking to her right and meeting his eyes. But during dessert, while searching for the treacle tart, you meet his eyes. He looks strangely hurt?

As soon as Dumbledore starts his usual speech you zone out and start thinking about the hundreds of things on your mind and worrying about your father's business.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"WHAT! Did he just... That's ridiculous... He can't possibly... Tell me he didn't just say... no quidditch?" You're at a loss for words.

Even if (y/n) didn't play Quidditch herself she was the Slytherin team's number one fan. She was there at any game, didn't matter the weather, and she screamed her lungs out cheering. The team even gave her an honorary member's Quidditch robe for Christmas. It was one of her most cherished possession.

For the first time this evening, you willingly look at Draco. You know that as the Slytherin Seeker Draco would be flipping tables. His cool gray eyes meet yours. He looks utterly unphased. You cock your head to the side, silently asking him What the fuck is going on?.

Just wait. He mouths back. (y/n) rolls her eyes at him, obviously annoyed and turns away.

A battered looking man bursts through the doors. His glass eye jerking around then fixes on (y/n). A shudder goes down her spine.

What a creepy little man.

"May I introduce the New Defense against The Dark Arts teacher" Professor Dumbledore bellows. "Professor Moody!"

Jesus fucking Christ.

"As I was saying" Dumbledore continues " we have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my greatest pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"YOU'RE JOKING!" says Fred loudly.

You were too busy trying to remember a conversation you overheard at the Burrow about Professor Moody to process all the excitement around you.

As students start to file out of the Great Hall, you feel someone tug at your robes.

"Do you know there's house elves at Hogwarts?" Hermione presses.

" Um yeah, never been to the kitchens?"

"No. And it wasn't mentioned in Hogwarts: A History." She purses her lips and continues.

"Do you have house elves (y/n)."

"We had a couple elves when I was little but then one of my dad's muggle business partners accidentally spotted one and the ministry had to erase his memory. Quite a funny little accident actually. So then my dad freed the elves and got muggle staff. Why?"

"Oh (y/n)! We have to do something about the house elves. It's basically slave labour. I was thinking about starting an organisa-"

She gets cut off by Fred and George.

" That's bloody bullshit! They can't do that!" George bursts. " We're seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot!"

"They're not stopping me entering." says Fred stubbornly. " The Champion'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be able to do normally. And a hundred thousand Galleons."

"Yeah" says Ron wistfully "Yeah, a hundred thousand Galleons."

"God, Ron don't tell me you were actually thinking of entering. You wouldn't last a second" You tease.

"I'd last longer than you." He says poking his tongue out.

"Don't know about that" Harry joins.

"(Y/N) C'MON YOU'RE TAKING FOREVER." Daphne hollers from across the hall.

Ron turns a little pink when he hears her voice. Even though he would never admit it, you know he had a slight crush on Daphne.

You wave the Gryffindors goodbye and go meet your other friends.

"Death toll, huh?" Millicent says.

"Who do you think is gonna enter?" Daphne quips.

"I know Nick is gonna want to enter." Rolling your eyes at Millicent, who's blushes furiously whenever you mention your brother. " And probably some of his friends."

"You think Jeremy Barlett will enter? You shattered his nose less than a day ago!"

"Who knows" You laugh.

"(y/n)!"

You turn at the sound of that voice.

"Don't forget our date Saturday" Cedric shouts from the other end of the hallway. A group of Ravenclaw girls glare at you. You blush furiously as you walk towards him.

"A date, huh?" You smirk "Sorry Diggory I have no clue what you're talking about

He laughs. A beautiful melodic laugh. "Saturday, nine thirty, Great Hall."

"Only if you bring chocolate frogs" You cross your arms. He shakes his head and chuckles.

"Done."

You see Nick and his friends round the corner of the hallway, they join Cedric’s side.

"Oi Ced! Is my little sister annoying you?" Nick chuckles.

Yay! The arrogant asshole's here.

"Oh fuck off Nick" You say hitting him with the back of your hand.

"Feisty" Says Xavier, his Ravenclaw friend.

"Now now (y/n), that's no way to speak to your brother, the future Triwizard champion." Nick boasts.

You stifle a sarcastic laugh.

"Nick, you're not seriously thinking about entering" (y/n) wheezes "even Jeremy, with his broken nose, has a better chance of winning than you."

Nick shoots you the dirtiest look. Eager to change the subject he says

"Any of you guys entering?"

"Maybe"

"Sure thing"

"Absolutely"

"Of course"

(y/n) is taken aback by Cedric's answer. She turns to him.

"You're entering?"

Cedric looks down at the pretty little face looking up at him."You're entering?" She asks, a worried grimace flashes across her face."Yeah why ? Don't think I can do it?" He would never admit it but her opinion mattered to him, a lot. "No um I mean you're really talented but are you sure you should. It's.. it’s really dangerous."

Cedric doesn't miss the slight blush that sweeps across her cheeks as she says this.

Before he could answer, Professor McGonagall stomps in.

"Everyone to your common rooms now!"

"We'll talk Saturday, okay?"

She smiles his favourite slight smile. "See you later Diggory."

"Goodnight (y/n)." Cedric smiles the whole way back to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Let me get this straight" Daphne says walking inside the Slytherin common rooms. "Cedric freaking Diggory asked you on a date! And you didn't bother mentioning it to us! For God sakes (y/n)!"

"More importantly what are you gonna wear?" Millicent asks as the three of you sit down on one of the leather couches.

"Hadn't really thought about that." You admit to her. She huffs and playfully rolls her eyes.

"Don't worry we'll find you the perfect date outfit." Daphne reassures you.

"Date?" A low posh voice curiously chuckles. On the couch facing you are the rest of your Slytherin friends. Draco, Theodore and Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle were there as well but due to their lack of personality, they were more like furniture.

"Yes, Draco. A date. Is that so surprising?"

" With who? Your new friend Potter?" He sneers, obviously jealous of how much time you've been spending with Harry.

"Cedric Diggory." The look on Draco's face was absolutely priceless.

He scoffs. "A Hufflepuff? You could do better"

"I would never be caught dead on a date with a Puff" Pansy says, eager to join the conversation.

"Trust me Pansy, you're not gonna be caught dead on a date with anyone." You answer back.

The boys try to muffle their laughter while the girls spread out leaving no room for her to sit. She sits on the arm rest anyways. The subject of the conversation quickly changes.

"Did you see his glass eye?" Blaise asks you.

"How could she miss it" Millicent laughs " He was staring at her the entire time." Draco seems to stiffen at those words.

"While I was at the Burrow this summer, I overheard Mr.Weasley and Mr.Diggory talking about him and they said he's basically insane."

Draco chokes on his drink.

"YOU SPENT YOUR SUMMER WITH THE WEASELS!?"

"Got a problem with that, Draco?" You ask, arching your brows at him.

"Is it true they sleep in carton boxes, on the ground?" Pansy snickers looking extra proud of her oh-so-witty remark.

"Pansy, I hope you fall down the stairs and break your neck." You say in your sweetest voice.

She finally goes up to her dormitory, defeated.

"Alright goodnight boys. We're going up." You say.

Draco looks like he's about to say something else but you shoot him a I don't wanna hear it glance and walk up the stairs.

At the opposite end of the castle, Harry, Ron, and Neville got into their pajamas and into bed. Someone — a house-elf, no doubt — had placed warming pans between the sheets. It was extremely comfortable, lying there in bed and listening to the storm raging outside.

"I might go in for it, you know," Ron said sleepily through the darkness, "if Fred and George find out how to . . . the tournament . . . you never know, do you?"

"S'pose not. . . ."

Harry rolled over in bed, a series of dazzling new pictures forming in his mind's eye. . . . He had hoodwinked the impartial judge into believing he was seventeen . . . he had become Hogwarts champion . . . he was standing on the grounds, his arms raised in triumph in front of the whole school, all of whom were applauding and screaming . . . he had just won the Triwizard Tournament. . . . (y/n)'s face stood out particularly clearly in the blurred crowd, her face glowing with admiration. . . .

Harry grinned into his pillow, exceptionally glad that Ron couldn't see what he could

#cedric diggory #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp and the goblet of fire #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory x reader #cedric x you #cedric x reader #harry potter x reader #draco malfoy x reader

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country-club · 5 years ago

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Games #2

*Gif not mine* Warning: drinking Words: 1.335

> Rafe’s sister seems nice, so do her friends

You spent the day unpacking boxes and making your room feel home-y. Listening to happy songs. You couldn’t get Rafe off your mind. Unsure if he was the kind of person you should be hanging around with. You worried for the poor guy he’d fought. Though he’d gotten a good jab at Rafe as well. Maybe you should check on him? Your thoughts get disrupted by your sister yelling you need to get downstairs. And so, you did. Whilst walking down the stairs you heard unfamiliar voices coming from outside. Undoing your hair from the messy bun-situation it was in, you walk outside. You are greeted by your stepdad and Allison, sitting on the lounge-set with Rafe, two girls and people who look like his parents.

“There you are, y/n.” Your mom walks past you with drinks in her hand. “These are the Camerons, they live down the street. Go introduce yourself, dear.” You shook hands and introduced yourself. The man’s name is Ward and the woman’s Rose. The oldest girl is called Sarah and her sister Wheezie.

“And you remember Rafe, right, y/n? He helped us out yesterday.” Like you needed a reminder. You nodded and shook Rafe’s hand anyway. He grinned at you as you sat opposite of him. You got to talk to Sarah for a while. She is your age and she seems really nice. The two of you got along well. As did your sister and Wheezie. Your parents were talking to their parents, Rafe sitting among them. Rafe looked your way and you made eye-contact. He looked tired. You decided to drag him out of there, excusing yourself to Sarah.

“Hey Rafe, could you maybe help me out putting that boxing bag up?” He looked up at you, he looked a bit confused. He looked at his dad and got up.

“Yeah, sure.” The two of you walked over to your garage and you sat down on workbench. Rafe punched the bag, already hanging. “Doesn’t look like you need much help.” You laughed.

“You looked like you needed a break from work-talk.” Rafe nods. “Your sister is nice.”

“She can be a bit much sometimes.” The mood was a mix between awkwardness and tension. You look down and start moving your legs around. Rafe leans against the doorframe. Your eyes made their way to the tall boy’s face. The cut on his check was looking fine. You couldn’t help but be curious.

“Did you get into trouble?” You asked.

“Told dad I stayed at Topper’s last night. It’s not like he really cares anyways.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for him. You let your mom know where you were almost always, especially if you were going to stay the night somewhere else. Not like you were such a good girl, but you just didn’t want her to worry. Rafe doesn’t seem to care about that. “Let’s keep last night between us okay?” Rafe asked out of the blue. You agreed. You didn’t want your parents to know you let a guy sleep over. Even though he hadn’t even entered your room and probably doesn’t remember what the hallway looks like. It would also be nice if the kids your age didn’t know. Don’t want anyone thinking you’re hooked on the first guy you meet.

Rafe started pacing up and down around the garage, your eyes following him. You hopped off the workbench and reached for his arm. “Hey,” He was warm to your cold touch. Rafe stopped walking and looked you in the eyes. A second in silence felt like an hour. “We should head back.” He said. It felt like he wanted to say something but didn’t. Again, you agreed with him. You let go of his arm and headed outside. Rafe looks like the kind of guy who’s got a lot going on in his head but never has the words to express them.

“Could you maybe show me around the island?” Rafe stopped walking and looked over his shoulder to you.

“I guess I owe you that much.”

“Must’ve been a heavy bag. Is your back alright, big brother?” Sarah joked when you got back to your parents and the guests. Rafe waved it off and sat down next to his dad. You locked eyes once more, before he joined your parents’ conversation and you chatted up to Sarah again.

That evening you had agreed to hang out with Sarah. The two of you went over to ‘The Cut’, as she called it. The two of you covered some basics; boyfriends, girlfriends, schools, your opinion on environmental issues. You know, girl stuff. You walked up to a house next to the water and were greeted by four figures. It was already getting dark outside but you could make up the bodies from last night. Kiara and John B you recognized first. JJ and Pope were right behind them. They greeted you.

“I brought the newest Kook, but she’s cool. I hope you guys don’t mind.” Sarah introduced you. “This is y/n.” She looked at you and started introducing her friends as ‘Pogues’.

“We’ve already met Sarah. Nice to see you again, y/n.” Kiara said and gave you a warm welcome hug.

“Yeah, you were gone on time last night, where’d you go?” John B asked. You were handed a beer by the blonde boy and sat down with them.

“People started puking and I can’t handle barf all that well.” You explained.

“I hear you girl.” Sarah supports you.

You talk for a while, sipping on your beer. Sarah had landed on John B’s lap and Pope looked like he was trying to hit on Kiara. JJ sat down next to you and handed you another beer. “One shot for every time one of them smiles when the other says something, two if they also put their hair behind their ear.” He said.

“A shot of beer?” you questioned. “Not much of a drinking game is it.”

JJ sighed. “Didn’t have anything stronger with me.” Sarah was the first to smile at John B. One sip. JJ kept adding some rules, some of which you would overrule since you planned on going home tonight.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, sir?”

“No, ma’am.” JJ said, giving you a cheeky smile. JJ is a fun time. You didn’t talk much but you laughed and drank with him, which is good enough for now. The boy looked down at his drink and started peeling of the wrapper.

“Sexually frustrated?” You asked him. He looked at you a little confused.

“What does peeling labels of my beer have to do with being sexually frustrated?”

“It’s just a thing, you know. Like the person someone is looking at while telling a joke is the one they most try to impress.” JJ nods.

“Makes sense, what else you got?” You looked down at your feet.

“I read that white socks mean your sex life’s boring and black socks mean you got a wild and rough one.” JJ looked down at his feet, only wearing slippers.

“Guess I should start wearing socks then.” He joked.

You were wearing All Stars with grey socks. “I’m pretty neutral.” The two of you laughed.

“Hey, y/n, should we head back?” Sarah asked, getting up. You got up as well. Saying goodbye to the Pogues and giving them a hug. Kiara wrapped her arms around your neck, telling you how nice it was to see you again. John B gave you a quick hug, as did Pope. JJ wrapped his arms around your middle and leaned his head forward into your neck for a second. “You should come hang out with us more often.” The other Pogues agreed and Sarah and you left.

Once you were at Sarah’s place, you hugged her and thanked her for bringing you with her. “It has been an honor.” She smiled. Her house was insanely big, with a beautiful garden surrounding it. “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight Sarah.”

#Rafe cameron #jj maybank #outerbanks #sarah cameron #obx #imagine #outer banks #drew starkey #rudy pankow

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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Reader x Poly vmin soulmate AU

Your dream was finally coming true. You had moved to South Korea and were finally able to snag concert tickets to their show. It was a battle trying to get tickets, but you were victorious and even if they weren’t floor seats you didn’t care. You were finally getting to see BTS and you were so excited. On the day of the concert the hours seemed to be dragging on forever. You were ready before noon and were currently jumping up and down in excitement trying to shake off your nerves. You made sure your army bomb had fresh batteries and that it was paired to your phone, that you had more than enough money for merch, and that you were dressed comfortably because you were going to the standing for at least 3 hours.

The closer the you got to the venue your soul mark began to tingle. You became excited at the possibility that your soulmate was somewhere at this concert. Maybe you would run into whoever it was. Now you had a whole new anxiety for coming to this concert tonight. The fact that your soulmate was also potentially an army made you happy. You would have something in common to talk about and they would understand your devotion and love for this group. You walked around the venue to the merch booth and different activities they had lined up, hoping maybe your soul mark would react to someone but it never did. It never even crossed your mind that it was a possibility one of the members was your soulmate.

When it came time for them to finally come out on stage you were yelling your head off, too distracted by everything to notice your soul mark was starting to glow, that it was tingling a lot more than it was before. You were singing along loudly to the songs, dancing along, making friends with the army around you. It was everything to you getting to see them live for the first time. It was every bit as heart warming and meaningful of an experience as you were expecting. You even cried at the end of the night when they gave their ending ments, always speaking their heart out to army and making sure they knew how much they were loved and appreciated. After the concert was over you waited at the pickup location for those going home by cab or uber. However it never came. You held out hope that maybe someone was just stuck in all the traffic, however when you were the only ones left it became clear that wasn’t the case.

You were sat on the curb, staring at your army bomb and twirling it around, making the lights change colors. You were already sad because you didn’t run into your soulmate, then this added to the mix you couldn’t help when your lower lip jutted out in a pout and a few tears began to leak from your eyes. You were wiping your tears away when you began to feel your soul mark more strongly now. It was glowing bright blue now and your head whipped around, looking for your soulmate. You stand up peering around but you see no one save for a black van driving through the park lot. The car suddenly slams on the breaks and turns around, heading for you. The burn is getting stronger and your mark is glowing brighter. Whoever is in this car has to be your soulmate. The van stops a short distance away from you, and when the door finally opens you feel like you are going pass out.

Jimin and Taehyung come stepping out of the van. You notice they have the same marks as you, that are also glowing. When your eyes finally meet both of the glowing and tingling stops, the ink on your soul mark now changing to a golden color, signifying you had finally met your soul mate, or mates in this case. Both of their marks have also changed to gold. Your head shoots up suddenly and you see them both absolutely beaming at you.

“Hi soulmate. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You are shocked, your mouth hanging open and no sounds coming out. Jimin continues speaking to you in a calming voice. “Hey, you okay? We saw you sitting on the sidewalk and our marks started glowing so we just knew it was you. Taehyung and I have been waiting for you for a long time now. We both discovered pretty quickly we had the same mark, but our color didn’t change to gold so we knew we hadn’t met the final piece of our puzzle yet.” You still are in shock. Someone having more than 1 soulmate wasn’t unheard of, just extremely rare. And the fact that your soulmates were members of BTS? You thought for sure you had gone crazy.

“Am I insane? Like did I finally lose it?”

“Nope! You’re our soulmate!” Taehyung exclaims happily. “What’s your name?”

“It’s y/n.”

“Well y/n you look like you could use a ride home. Do you want us to take you? Or we were going to go out to eat! You can come with us. And then we can talk more and get to know each other.” You stare at Taehyung incredulously.

“Or.. if it’s too soon for that we can just drop you off at home or at least call for a cab for you? Whatever you want to do just let me know okay y/n?” Jimin places a hand on your shoulder and smiles at you tenderly.

“Um. dinner sounds good. But, can we maybe get it to go and eat it at your hotel or something? I don’t really think I am ready to meet your entire crew plus the other members yet.”

“Of course! We can do that. We’ll pick up some takeout on the way home and eat it at the hotel. Sound good?” You nod your head. Jimin and Taehyung both hold a hand in yours, leading you into the van. you sit sandwiched between them, in the very back. The other members are looking at your curiously, but Taehyung tells them you’re too nervous and overwhelmed by all of this right now and to just pretend you aren’t there. Once you are sitting between them you thank them both. They ask you basic questions on the way, how old you are, where you’re from, how long you’ve been living in South Korea. Part of you still didn't believe that any of this was real and you were just making it all up in your head. You suddenly realize how tired you are however and before you know it your head has lulled over and is now resting on Jimin’s shoulder. He smiles at you and places a kiss to the top of your head and Taehyung does the same.

You don't wake up until after they have gotten the food and you are back at the hotel. You apologize for falling asleep on them but they wave away your apology. Once you are back in the room with them, you two continue your conversation where it left off. They ask you questions about anything and everything, wanting to get to know the person who was their soul mate.

“So you guys are okay with this? I mean.. Taehyung you declared Jimin your soulmate a long time ago and I don’t want to be intruding on you two..”

“Hush! You aren’t intruding. Jiminie and I always talked about how we felt like a piece of us was still missing. So when we discovered there was someone else out there for us it made us so happy and excited to finally meet that person. And the fact that you are a fan of us is just amazing!”

“I’m actually kind of relieved because I don’t know how I was going to explain to my future soulmate that my heart already belonged to 7 other men.” They both burst into laughter at that comment, Jimin falling over onto the bed as he lets out his adorable laughter.

“Well, I mean your heart really only belongs to two right?” Taehyung is pouting at you and your heart melts at the sight.

“Yes.. my heart belongs to the both of you. So no need to worry about that.” You run your fingers through his hair and that seems to placate him.

“This isn’t weird for you at all right? Like I know we just met you and everything but.. we were kind of hoping you would stick around?”

“What do you mean, Jimin?”

“I mean, okay we’re on tour right now and we’re about to embark on the North American leg but now that we have met you and you are in our lives, we don't want to have to go months without seeing you while we finish our world tour.”

“So.. are you saying you want me to come with you?”

“Jimin, I understand how you feel but y/n might have a job, a life, family, friends. We can’t just expect all of that to be dropped for us.”

“Actually, all my family and friends are back where I am from. And I am going to online school right now so I could come with you guys. If you want me to.”

“Are you kidding? Of course!” They both shout at the same time.

“But, I know you aren’t leaving for a few more days and I’d just like some time to process everything, talk to my family and friends. I know they can’t meet you but they will probably at least want to face time or Skype with you or something so they know I’m in good hands.”

“Of course y/n. Whatever you want. We just want you to be comfortable and happy with us.”

“I don’t think there is ever going to be a time where I am not happy to be honest. I still can’t believe this actually happened.”

“Us either. But we’re so happy and grateful for you coming into our lives when you did. The timing couldn’t have been anymore perfect.” You offer them both a smile before getting up and hugging Jimin and then Taehyung.

“I should probably get going now.”

“Nonsense. It’s 2 am you shouldn’t be out this late at night. We can rent you a hotel room and you can stay here tonight.”

“Are you-”

“Stop asking if we’re sure jagi! You’re a part of our family now and we will take care of you.”

“..Okay fine. I give. But just so you know I’ll always be here for you guys too okay? If you need someone to talk to make you laugh, anything you just say the word.” They nod in agreement before Taehyung calls their manager and asks him to get another room for you. You say your goodnights to them, earning yourself a kiss on each one of your cheeks before you head in for the night.

You get ready for bed and not even 10 minutes after you hear a knock on your door. You open it to find Jimin, hair a mess and eyes a little tired.

“Can I sleep with you? My chest started hurting being away from you for too long.”

“Sure, Jimin.” You step aside and let him in. You both lay down on the bed before you hear another knock on the door. You and Jimin give each other a knowing look before bursting into giggles and opening the door.

“Hi Taehyung.”

“Can I sleep with you jagi. I don’t like being away from you for too long.”

“You and Jimin both apparently. Come on in and join the party.” Taehyung walks into the room and sees Jimin already laying there and he chuckles to himself. You settle into the middle of the bed, sandwiched between your two soulmates.

“Are we all ready for bed now?

“Yes. This is perfect. Goodnight you guys.”

“Night, Tae, Goodnight Jimin.”

“Goodnight y/n. Goodnight Tae, sweet dreams.”

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