#i really hope this means a promotion but in the meantime I did not miss school omg!!!

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I literally do not wanna take this course 😭

[nethhiri]

Smolder

Heat x Reader

Warnings: none

Phew! Just barely made it in time for New Year's Eve! Enjoy! (If there's egregious typos oops. I'm so tired.)

For months now, you had your eyes on the blue-haired commander. Sure, most people thought the captain or his first mate were the most handsome, and that may be true, but Heat was the sweetest. And you were downright afraid of Wire, so count him out of the running.

Ever since you had been brought on board, Heat was kind to you. You were treated like any rookie, and given the worst jobs. On occasion, Heat would drop by and ask how things were going. When you were finally promoted to full crew member, Heat was the first to congratulate you. It seemed like whenever the crew was split into groups, you were always in his. Maybe it was a coincidence, though you had thought you had seen him staring at you from the corner of your eye several times.

Today was no different, you had been sent along with Heat and a few others into port to restock on things for the next voyage. The new year was also a few days away and there were a few things the captain had requested for a party. You were given the task of finding a few of the items and had found everything but the last one. None of the shops had a "Maritime Cascade Sector Douser" and every shopkeep had given you the same clueless stare when you had inquired about it. You were so frustrated you were about to cry. It was going to look so badly that you couldn't even do a rookie-level job. Heat was going to think you were a total loser. You didn't want to disappoint him, or your captain.

You were already late meeting up with the crew, so you hurried back, easily locating the group of rough-looking punks that were your crew. They sort of stuck out in town squares of normal villages.

"Took you long enough." Heat nodded to your bags. "Did you get everything?"

"Uhh." Your eyes flicked to the ground. "Not everything..." You had to look at the list again to get the name right. "I couldn't find the Maritime Cascade Sector Douser."

"What the fuck?"

"Sorry! I went into every shop and asked for it but no one knew what I was talking about!"

"No, no I didn't mean you, Y/N." Heat pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kid always puts some made up shit on these lists because he thinks it's hilarious. Usually I go through and cross them out. Must have missed this one though." Heat added, "Hope you weren't stressed about it."

When you returned to the ship, Heat offered to take the bags you were carrying. A short while later, Heat turned back up with one of the bags. You stared at it for a while before remembering you had done some personal shopping while you were out as well, some very personal shopping. Heat's face was red and he wouldn't look you in the eye.

"You- you forgot something I think." Heat practically threw the bag at you and ran away.

You had been so worried about not being able to find the last thing on the list, that you had completely forgotten about your own bags. You wondered how much Heat had seen. Did it really matter? Everything in that bag was lace or leather. You didn't have anyone to wear it for, yet. That didn't mean you couldn't wear it for yourself in the meantime. If you felt sexy, maybe you would be more confident. And you needed confidence to finally make a move.

On New Year's Eve, when the clock struck midnight, you were supposed to kiss someone to ring in the new year, and you were going to make sure that someone was Heat.

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Heat could feel the dread setting in. He hated this time of year, and the closer it got to New Year's Eve, the more he withdrew. He used to celebrate. He loved anything explosive, and fireworks were no exception. Heat used to have a whole fireworks show planned out for the ship. Every year, he became more and more aware of the fact that everyone was getting a kiss but him. And every year, he stayed around the party for less and less time, until he stopped showing his face entirely.

This time of year made him increasingly self-conscious. Heat hated his scars. Most of the time he could ignore them. When everyone around him was enjoying the company of their partner, he was by himself. Who would want to kiss scarred lips? Who would want to kiss someone like him? This year, he dared to think about coming to the party. Ever since you had joined the crew, there was something about you that reeled Heat in. You always smiled so warmly at him when he checked up on you, which is why he checked up on you a little more often than the other new members. He had an addiction to your smile. Even if it wasn't true, he liked to think you reserved that especially warm smile for him. Maybe he imagined it, but your face only lit up for him, no one else.

This year, he thought that if he came to the party, he might finally have someone to kiss, someone that wanted his kiss. That thought was dashed from his mind when he had dumped out the shopping bags from earlier. One of your personal bags had been forgotten and out spilled some rather scanty unmentionables. His heart clenched in his chest. You had someone. Why else would you buy a bunch of new underwear, and very sexy underwear at that? He quickly shoved everything back in the bag before he could think of what you might look like in them. It felt wrong.

Yet another year he would spend in his room it seemed.

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The entire night you waited. You had put in effort to look your best. A few of the crew even complimented you, but it fell on deaf ears. You only wanted to hear it from one person. You wove through the mostly drunk crew looking for Heat. At first you thought he was late, but the longer the night wore on, the more it was apparent he wasn't coming. A steady stream of booze kept you company instead. You nursed a drink, sitting alone out of the way.

"Disappointed?" Wire spoke from next to you, seeming to have materialized from thin air.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You were looking for someone."

"It's fine."

"He doesn't like New Year's Eve. The whole New Year's kiss thing." Wire seemed to hesitate. "Don't tell him I said anything, but he's self-conscious of his scars."

"I don't care about that," you said softly.

"He's in his room." Wire nodded in the direction of the cabins. "If you wanted to find him before midnight."

"I don't know." You swirled your glass. "Would that be weird?"

"I promise you, it would be welcome."

You held Wire's gaze for a few seconds before nodding. You tossed the rest of your drink back and mustered the courage to go knock on Heat's door. You walked there slowly, trying to think of something to say. Before you knew it, you were standing outside his door. And before you knew it, your hand seemed to knock of its own accord.

Even though you were the one who knocked, you were equally as surprised as Heat was when he answered the door. He clearly wasn't expecting anyone. He was only wearing sleep pants. You didn't want to meet his eyes anyway, but the happy trail staring you directly in the face made it near impossible to tear your eyes away.

"Y/N?" Heat seemed groggy, like he might have been sleeping.

"Hi."

"Do you need something?"

"No. I mean yeah. I mean..." You stumbled over your words. "I wanted you- wanted to talk to you."

Heat blinked sleepily before stepping aside. You realized he was inviting you in. Was it okay? To be in your superior's room like this? You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking around superficially. You didn't want to be too nosy.

"Is something wrong?" Heat was concerned.

"Not exactly." You fidgeted with you hands. "Can I speak freely?"

Heat nodded, unsure of where this was going.

"I- I was looking forward to tonight. I waited all night and then you weren't there and Wire said you didn't like New Year's Eve and I've had too much to drink-."

You were cut short by the sound of fireworks. Blues and reds and yellows flashed across Heat's face. It was already midnight. It was too late. You failed to get your point across.

"Fuck!" You yelled, frustrated.

You panicked and grabbed Heat's face, pulling him down to you and kissing him. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after drinking. You abruptly stopped, realizing what you had done.

"Sorry! Sorry! I just really like you and I wanted to kiss you tonight!" You rambled. "You can forget I was here. You can forget this happened. Sorry!"

You turned to make a speedy exit, but found Heat anchoring you in place with his hands on your shoulders.

"What if I don't want to forget?" Heat bent down, saying more softly, "What if I wanted that, too?"

You closed the gap between you again, planting your lips against his. He reciprocated, moving his lips against yours. His hands gently held your face, his fingers a whisper against your skin, like he was afraid if he touched you and made it real, the whole thing would disappear in a dream. You felt him freeze under your touch as you brushed your fingers against the scars on his cheek. Contrary to his belief that you would be disgusted, you actually liked the texture of his skin. You wanted to rub your thumb over his cheek all night, to show him the affection he deserved.

When you finally parted, you held each other, gently swaying. It was entirely possible you were the only one swaying, with the amount you had to drink. You kissed a few more times, unwilling to leave his embrace, nearly falling asleep in his arms.

"Y/N?" Heat sounded apologetic. "I'm actually pretty tired. Uh..."

"Oh. Do you want me to leave? I woke you, didn't I?"

"You don't have to." Heat turned red and hastily added, "But I'm not asking for- I'm not expecting-"

"I want to." You looked up at him. "That way when I wake up I'll know I wasn't dreaming."

A slow smile spread across Heat's features and he kissed your forehead. "Let's go to bed, Y/N. Promise it's not a dream."

[lyaenidae]

The best first date

It was only the next day and Kenta could only think of one thing, that whole day... He wanted to ask Miki on a proper date. Something they'd never had, back then. He didn't hesitate for too long.

"Hey Miki, it's-" "I know who it is, Ken, I've been wanting to call you all day ! How are you ? The aftermath of the fire, all that ?" "I'm good. See I was thinking, maybe we could get together, tonight or tomorrow ? I'd love to go check out that restaurant in the city centre, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me ?"

"Oh I'd love to ! Dinner and a movie ? There's a movie theatre not far from there, and there's a horror movie I've been meaning to go to, but I'm too scared to actually go on my own..." "That's a date then ! Tomorrow night ?" "Sounds good ! And Ken ?" "Yes ?" "Thank you for calling."

The next day, Kenta came home from work really tired, but having just gotten word of a promotion ! He's happy, exhausted, and goes straight for a shower and chugs two cups of coffee, hoping it'll keep him awake enough in the movie theatre.

In the meantime, Miki is also making herself presentable after a day at work. She can't stop smiling.

She still decides to change out of her work clothes though and meets Kenta at the bottom of the stairs, in front of both their townhouses.

"Am I underdressed ?" she asks when she sees him looking so handsome. "No, you look amazing !" As they make their way to the restaurant right around the corner, they keep trying not to look at each other, act normal. And both of them are failing terribly.

When they get to the restaurant, they order quickly, not focusing too much on the menus. And straight away, Miki's very eager to hear more about him, what he's been up to since they last saw each other in Mt Komorebi.

He briefly tells her what's happened during the past two years, he's eager to tell her about his adventures in the forest, his new job here in the city. And she seems so happy to hear how fantastic his life has turned out. But he's itching to know more about what has happened on her side, so he pushes the conversation towards her. "What about you ? Did you get to Selvadorada like you always wanted?" "Believe it or not, I did !" "Tell me more Miki ! What's been going on with you ?"

The food comes while she's telling him all about her own adventures. He can't get enough, and she's so happy to be there with him, they don't see the time pass. It gets later and later and they don't even notice. They might even miss the movie at this point !

Sparks are flying, but Kenta does have something still bothering him... In all her stories, she didn't mention anyone special. He just can't leave without having asked. "Miki, can I be honest with you ?" "Of course ! What is it ?" "In all this time we've been apart, with everything that's happened on my side, I've never found someone that makes me feel the way you do... Have you... Have you found someone else ?"

"Oh, Ken... It's... I would never have dreamed of anyone better than you to share my life with, and I've not even wanted to find someone else to be honest. It's always been you, you know this..." she answers, stars in her eyes, blushing because of how open and honest she's being.

They finished their dinner and step outside, the fresh air helping them both clear their heads a bit. But only a few steps away from the restaurant, Kenta turns to Miki and takes her hands in his.

"Wait, I need to say this... It's always been you too, Miki. Remember when you gifted me those rainbow fireflies, on our school trip to Granite Falls, back when we were young teenagers ?" "I actually do" she said softly, blushing again. "Well I still have them, at my dad's house, and the whole time I was in Granite Falls by myself, I had a lot of time to think, about life, about you, and about how I want to share my life with you. And I've also had lots of time to look for some of those fireflies !" he chuckles. "My point is, I still love you. I think I fell in love with you that very day, in the forest, and I've been falling deeper in love with you ever since." He doesn't wait a second to get closer and kiss her.

And they keep kissing. Until the end of the night. Obviously, missing the movie. And who cares, after all, they can always go another night! But they definitely can't miss out on the happiness of this more than perfect first date.

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Promises (Poppy x MC) Part (2/?)

Read Part ONE (summary for fic is there)

ITS BEEN A MINUTE. @iamsimpforpoppy I hope you’re still around to read :P I love this story lol. Hope you guys do too!!!

Word Count (2.8k)

Bea and Poppy’s relationship became official a month after their initial meeting. One would say they moved quickly, too quickly. But every love story is different. This one in particular seemed to have little to none flaws, if you ignored the fact that Bea was promoted to Carter’s right hand woman in the Southside Spades.

 They did end up having that conversation after all.

 “…Are you sure Carter? I mean this is a huge deal and a special role-“

 “If I didn’t think you were capable you wouldn’t be here right now Goldilocks.”

 Carter winked and clinked his half empty beer bottle against Bea’s, who surprisingly had a nearly full bottle. He took note of the abnormality. 

 The blonde instinctively rolled her eyes at the nickname, “Okay but that name has to go. We need codenames……ooooh how about bimbo and himbo.” 

 “I’m guessing…..no, hoping I’m the himbo?!” Carter comments as he promptly tries to stop the laugh escaping from his lips.

 “Mmmmmmm, I’ll get back to you on that.”

 They share a laugh and Bea feels Carter’s gaze latch onto her in her peripherals. She could sense the shift of energy in the space between them, it almost felt uncomfortable, and that was something she never felt with Carter. “I never asked you if you were okay with such a role. If you aren't, I understand completely, I just want the best for you.”

 The blonde eyes soften at his comment and she looks at him, “never doubted that, where is this going though because you never express your feelings like a normal human being.”

 He pulls on the strings of her hoodie until it completely caves around her face, burying her whole.

 “Hey asshole!” 

 “That’s for talking too much.”

 Bea yanks her hoodie open and sticks her tongue out in a mock expression. “Oh boohoo. Poppy literally says the same thing, I don’t get it. I talk, it’s a problem. I don’t talk, it’s an even BIGGER problem. Damn a girl can’t ever exist in peace.”

 Carter places his bottle flat on the table and studies the blonde’s face. 

 She kept rambling on about her new girlfriend and the gang leader didn’t know it was possible to feel happy yet anxious at the same time. He was aware of when they entered the talking stage, went on their first date, and finally became official, because Bea told him everything. As much as the experience of being in a real relationship was new to her, Bea looked up to him and somehow she knew Carter would give her the best guidance possible. 

 It didn’t stop him from worrying. Like an older brother would. He feared the two would mix, and everyone knows that love and crime will eventually combust. He is no stranger to it.  

 “Bea.”

 “Did you know she stole one of my hoodies and actually won’t give it back?? What am I supposed to do, just take it? No she’d murder me.”

 “Jackson.”

 Her voice slowly dies down after sensing the seriousness in his tone. She takes a sip of her beer to ease the silence that sat in the air, and Carter responds shortly after.

 “You know I trust you with my life right? You’re very important to me, kid.” 

 “I know.”

 Guilt was a feeling he chose to lock away in an unbreakable box and bury six feet deep. There couldn’t be guilt in a lifestyle like this. But Bea was his only exception. And she was slowly bringing that box back up to the surface. 

 “I need you to promise me that you won’t let these two worlds collide.”

 “Carter….”

 “One of you will get hurt. And I won’t forgive myself if it’s you.”

 He leaves Bea at the table, the remnants of his comment still replaying in her head. She pulls out her phone and sees a text from Poppy on her lockscreen. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Can’t wait to see you tomorrow 😘 

 The blonde smiles unconsciously and opens the message to respond.

 I’m missing you like crazy. I have a special surprise for you.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- You know I highly dislike surprises, just tell me. 

 And ruin the surprise? You must be crazier than I thought. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Jackson.

 Patience babe…tomorrow it is. 

 Bea clicks her phone shut and slips it back into her pocket before downing the rest of the beer. 

***

“You know your hand on my ass only makes them stare even more Jackson?”

 Bea bites her lips and gropes the blonde’s plump backside shamelessly while slowly whispering into her ear.

 “That’s the point, princess.”

 Poppy shivers almost instantly at the boldness. “Is this the surprise you were talking about?” Bea doesn’t answer, instead trailing her hand up Poppy’s skirt. This was definitely not the time and place for such behavior but she was clearly still learning everything about her girlfriend. 

 And it definitely felt good to call her that.

 “Since when did you get so brazen? You know you’re exactly the type of person my daddy told me to stay away from.”

 Bea laughs at that statement and wraps her arm around the blonde’s waist, “yeah? And why’s that?”

 “Well I can’t ask him now, he might rough you up and that’s my job.” 

 Poppy could feel the stares of everyone burning into them, but she could only focus on the blonde cuddled up against her. The shorter girl wouldn’t call herself an attention whore, but she sure loved the PDA that Bea projected without a care. It felt nice to be genuinely admired in public rather than putting on a mask everyday. 

 But it’s safe to say that Poppy preferred all the handsy stuff to happen in private. 

 “Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight Pops?”

 “Am I picking the place?”

 “…Yes.”

 “Then yes.”

 Bea rolls her eyes at the blonde’s downright shady self but smiles nevertheless. 

 “Now don’t cancel on me out of the blue. I will not be thrilled about it.”

 “Shouldn’t I be telling you this? Your dad always has something going on in his business that somehow has to involve you too.”

 Poppy sighs and glances over at Bea, “well you know I’ll have to take over eventually. Especially since I’m legally allowed to handle deals now.”

 “I hate that word. Legal. Ugh.” 

 The shorter girl scoffs and plants her hands on her hips, “yeah I bet you do.”

***

Bea dragged open her closet in search of clothes for dinner tonight but the dinging noise of a text distracts her. 

 C-Dog🖤- Need you tonight. Something came up, meet us at the garage.

Bea wanted to thank the gods up above that she didn’t promise Poppy that she’d show up for dinner. But that wasn’t going to save her from the fury of the blonde. Good thing it can’t get worse than that, right….?

Only it was. And Poppy will probably beat her up herself, if she wasn’t dead by the next day. 

Bea’s mind and heart races as she digs her brain for a proper excuse to tell her girlfriend, but is very unsuccessful. She’s good at drug dealing though. 

 Going with the good ole truth never really hurt right?

 Baby I’m so sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight. Got held up with the gang. I know I’m an asshole, I’ll keep in touch I swear. 

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- What else could I expect from my gang banger girlfriend 🙄 please stay safe..

 You know I always do.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Do I? We need to talk about this tomorrow.

 Of course Pops.

 Other Half 💗❤️‍🔥- Call me every chance you get or I swear I’ll track you and trust me you do not want me to do that.

 Yeah she definitely doesn’t. Especially since Carter sounded frantic over the phone. The last thing Bea needed was a paranoid girlfriend, so she played it cool like always. 

 Just simple stuff baby girl, talk soon.

 ***

“…What do you mean it’s gone?! So where is it? Do you know what this means Carter??”

 The gang leader sighs frustratingly, rubbing his eyes in efforts to gain some stability. “The product was here, and now it is not. Which can only mean it was stolen. And when I find out which son of a bitch did it, they’re dead.”

 “In the meantime, we are dead”, Bea emphasizes wildly. “This is the Red Raven gang we’re talking about. If they get any inclination that we lost their drugs, they’ll kill and replace us. No mercy. None.”

The blonde paces back and forth trying not to think about buying a plane ticket to Timbuktu. 

Carter approaches Bea and plants his hands on her shoulder, “breathe Jackson. You are my partner. The leader of this gang. So get it out of your system and start being rational.”

 The blonde lets her shoulders sag as she inhales and exhales in place for a while. The minute she’s grounded she catches Carter’s gaze and her eyes light up. “List. I need a list of whoever went in the room with all of the product. We need to narrow it down.”

***

“Jackson you’re a fucking genius.”

 “It’s called having common sense but I’ll take the praise. It’s the only one I’m getting from you anyways.”

 Carter resisted the urge to pick a fight with the younger girl, because finding stolen drugs and not getting killed seemed like a much better idea. 

 Bea figured out that Henry, one of the newly recruited members of SS was a thief, or maybe just a crackhead. Same thing. He was the last to be in that room so all eyes were on him, and guns.

 “Heyyy buddy. Henry right?”

 The shorter man trembled at the sight of a gun lodged right into his mouth. “Mmmm!”

 “Oh I’m sorry, did you want to say something? Here let me just”, Bea clicks the gun which only causes the thief to panic even more. It was almost pitiful. 

 “Alright lay off the poor sucker.” 

 Bea pulls the gun out of his mouth and sits down on a stool in front of Henry with a grin. “So…where is the stash darling?” 

 He points almost immediately to a built in storage locker with a shaky finger. 

 “Ohhh well that was so easy Henry! Glad you could comply. You should tell your friends to be more like you. But…between me and you, they might already be dead”, Bea whispers that last part slowly, smirking when Henry’s lip quivers violently. 

 “Please just do it already! Why are you guys waiting?”

 Bea raised an eyebrow in surprise and glanced over at Carter who scanned the man’s face intensely. “I guess he wants to die? Talk about kinks I mean come on”

 “No.”

 Carter reaches his arm out towards Bea but never takes his eyes off Henry. The blonde watches in confusion until she realizes the thief is looking behind her, and so is Carter.

 “It’s a setup Bea, duck!”

 She dived for the ground quicker than lightning as a bullet flies through the air, leaving a trail of dust behind. Carter ducks for cover as well and starts firing rounds towards the men who snuck up on them. He managed to hit three of them but one grabs Bea by the leg and drags her against the rough concrete. 

 “Son of a- get your dirty hands off of my Dr. Martens. My girlfriend bought me these!”

 A swift kick to the face shut the blonde up real quick but she manages to recoil and send the man sprawling backwards into a row of barrels. 

 Carter guns him down and Bea finds her footing, pistol in hand and a thirst for revenge. But they never stopped coming. 

 Her and Carter were left battered and bruised, but alive. Their product was gone again though. But atleast they were alive. Carter told her that it was a theft mission primarily and neither of them were meant to die. But it only made Bea wonder who those people were.

 And why were they kept alive?

***

“Beatriz Naomi Jackson what the actual fuck?!”

 “Oh not the middle name…”

 Bea tries to avoid Poppy’s killer gaze as she surveys the damage that had been done to her girlfriend’s torso, legs, and face. 

 The strawberry blonde could barely mutter a word. Her mouth opened and closed in brief shock before collapsing next to the injured girl. 

 Bea could see the tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, which contrasted her porcelain skin. “Poppy…are you crying? I..please don’t..”

 “What do you expect me to do Bea? It kills me to see you hurt like this. Who did it? Tell me!” The blonde chokes on her own words as her hands hovers cautiously over Bea’s wounds, afraid to make her feel pain.

 “No I can’t tell you. I mean…I didn’t expect this to happen. It was a setup and we were outnumbered-“

 “We need to get you to a hospital Bea oh my god.”

 The blonde knew that she couldn’t go there. Not with the cops on the scene of the shootout, and actively looking for the people involved. Aka her and Carter. He told her to lay low and heal up, but she didn’t expect Poppy to be sitting on her bed waiting for her when she got home. The initial look on her face made Bea regret ever choosing this life. 

 She regrets it ever since being with Poppy. But it’s like a drug, once you start it’s hard to stop. 

 “I’ll call my father, he has the best doctors available and we’re gonna get your the right treatment and-“ 

 Poppy immediately cuts off, her eyebrows scrunching up until she realizes something. “Wait…what do you mean you were outnumbered Bea?” 

 Bea swallows heavily, praying that this conversation couldn’t escalate further, but that isn’t the case. 

 “Bea, answer me”

 “It..it was just me and Carter. We didn’t think there would be an ambush. We had just gone there to get goods we lost.”

 “And where is Carter? Does he know you’re like this right now? Did he leave you, I swear to god Bea if he left you…” Poppy’s voice cracks as her whole body shivers in violent waves. 

 Bea pulls her girlfriend in for a hug even though it causes every inch of her body to sting harshly. It was the comfort that she needed though. Watching Poppy breakdown over the sight of her was too much, and she began to contemplate everything. 

 “Pops listen to me, I cannot go to the hospital right now. There are cops looking for us.” The strawberry blonde stares at her until she understands the velocity of Bea’s words. 

 “Fine. But there will be a doctor that will come to treat you at my house. And you’re coming, I don’t want to hear it.” 

 Bea knew not to protest that. It was quite obvious this whole incident has left both parties distraught and she didn’t want to try and tell Poppy how to feel. 

 “Just tell me something. Are you in immediate danger? Is someone trying to harm you right now.”

 The blonde chose her words carefully. Because even after coming home beaten to a pulp, she still couldn’t tell the love of her life the full truth. 

 “No Poppy, they just wanted the drugs. They got what they wanted. I’m not in danger.”

 For now.

 “I will be okay.”

 I hope.

 “Don’t lie to me Jackson. I can’t do this if you lie. You promised me you wouldn’t get to the point where you’d have to choose between me and the gang.”

 “I know Poppy…I-“

 “You promised.”

 “And I’m going to keep that promise-“

 “Yeah the hell you are. And you’re going to promise me that you won’t ever come home like this again. You’re going to get yourself killed before we even start our life together. Our future.”

 Bea sucks in a breath which punctures her chest. She couldn’t tell if the injuries or Poppy’s words had caused that terrible ache. “Our��Wait I..”

 “I love you Jackson. I…don’t care if you think it’s too early to say that. I don’t care if I sound too cheesy for a mean girl. I love kissing you and feeling the laughter run through your body when we hug. I love being the reason you smile. I love you. And you don’t have to say it back. I just..I needed you to know-“

 “I love you too. Probably maybe from the moment I met you.”

 Poppy’s eyes seemed to glisten once again and this time there was no sadness etched into the shape. She smiled a pure smile and wrapped her arms around Bea in a tight hug. 

 She captures her lips in a searing kiss that leads to a trail of kisses down the strawberry blonde’s neck, dip of her collarbone, and chest. Bea kisses her until her chest gives out from exhaustion and pain.

 “Then you have to promise that this won’t happen again.” 

 “I promise.”

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NOTES: They’re gonna be fineeeee, right guys??? Graduation next chapter woooo.

Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme  @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog

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Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (2)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 5.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

" Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

Twin buildings towered above you two, heavy work's shouting for the both of you. You suddenly feel so small when you found out who this dude was in the company. Either way, you stepped inside the building next to him as if you're supposed to be. You don't have any other choice though unless you wanna be dragged by this buff guy and look like a fool rolling around since the thread is invisible to the public.

" I'm surprised that you don't know who I am, " He stated as you entered the elevator with him. You could tell how much of a fuss this is already when you walked in those doors alongside him.

" Does it really have to be my fault when I only started working here a few months ago, Mr. CEO? " He responded with a chuckle.

" It's Mr. Bang, well, at work. You can call me Chan when we're not. I don't like such formality and bringing work on my rest hours. "

" Oh, so you're that Mr. Bang. The one I hid from last night, " You whispered the last sentence.

" Pardon? " The elevator chimed as you reached your floor, opening its doors swiftly.

" It's.. It's nothing, " You stuttered and hastily stepped out of the elevator while Chan followed. " Why are we on my floor again? Isn't yours like, at the very top floor just to have that stunning view of the world or something? "

" Seems like some fanfiction you got there for me, " He chuckled first while you lowered your head in embarrassment. " But no, my office is at the opposite building, about two or three levels above yours which means it's the middle floor. In addition to that, I have to discuss matters with your boss due to some adjustments that we have over here, " He brought up his thumb to your view, talking about the red string. " Just hand over the documents then wait for me outside by the door, copy? " Chan explained as he stopped in front of a dark oak door, knocking on it three times.

" Adjustments? What- "

" Come in, " The voice on the other side of the door called out. You could've had a short session of hesitations first but this Bang Chan just opens the door widely and gives off such superior vibes that gave you the chills - like he should 'cause he's the CEO, he freaking owns the place. You did wonder why you haven't been fired yet after every informalities you've shown to him. What a great first impression you got there for a Chief Executive Officer, you're never gonna get a promotion to get out of this trashy position.

The surprising entrance of the uninvited and unexpected guest caught your boss off-guard. " Ah! G-Good morning, Mr. Bang! " Ms. Kang frantically stood up and bowed, her phone slipping off of her hands and onto the desk. Looking up, she saw you behind Chan, your hand fidgeting around the strap of your bag while head held down. " And Ms... (Y/N)? " She questioned as she averted her eyes back to Chan.

" Pardon me although I won't be here for long, I'm only handing you the documents like you instructed, Ms. Kang. " You said while handing her the documents. She took a quick scan on it before she gestured you to leave. Following Chan's instructions, you wait by the door as soon as you've shut it. Trying your best to not let curiosity get the best of you and eavesdrop, you distracted yourself by scrolling through your phone and jamming to some Monsta X's songs.

" May I ask what business brought you here to my office? "

" I'd like to compromise. "

It wasn't long that you've thought about getting fired and promotions, not even hours had passed.

Yet here you are, promoted and working as the CEO's assistant on that very day like it's the only choice. Standing on the polished marble floors, opposite side of the building, in his high-class office. It was spacious enough to fit two office desks and a lounge (probably for coffee breaks or small meetings) yet grand-looking with the accent walls and chandelier. The smell of lavender and the nice fluorescent glow it had made it better. Speaking of glow, you suddenly missed Kim Seungmin, the only co-worker friend you got. His bright presence who would constantly bother you from time to time during work hours. You can't really pinpoint whether he is an angel or demon with that fact because most likely you're the one being scolded instead of him. He better be jealous by the time he finds out you're now a CEO's Assistant.

" Ms. Kang got what she wished for in exchange for you getting the 2nd best achievable seat in the company, " Chan continued to elaborate the discussion in the room where it happened as he took a seat, not even bothering to help you fix your new desk if he was a gentleman. Honestly, it's undeniably comfortable being around this man despite you only got acquainted with him this day.

" Seriously? Can't you just promote me with a snap of your fingers? " You whined, arranging all of your things out from the container.

" Maybe if I had the infinity stones, " He first joked and you're not taking it. " Although it's Ms. Kang, there's an exchange for everything with her, " He casually said, looking through his emails with his chin resting on his fist.

" I- " Learn to shut your pesky little mouth, (Y/N). Your own conscience just sealed your mouth from babbling nonsense.

Well, let's think about the bright side. First up, you're promoted, meaning you'll get a way higher pay than before. Second, you're free from Ms. Kang's grasp. Third, Chan seems like a nice and chill boss. If your impression on him will be proven wrong, in any way he couldn't be as worse as Ms. Kang 'cause so far he saved your butt and doesn't mind your attitude.

" Ah, right. You're staying at my house for the meantime, " The book you're trying to place on the top shelf just fell on your head, making you lose your balance and fall to the ground. The loud thump made Chan glance at you, preventing himself from laughing. With your head aching and vision uneven, you tried to process what he said.

" What did you say? " Chan stood up from his chair and made his way towards you.

" I said you're staying at my house until we figure out how to break this thread off, " He answered as he offered a hand for you to take. This simple action made you tense, feeling your face heating up. You gladly took it with weak legs, though you eventually got back to your own feet without his support.

" Yours? Why not mine? I bet it's closer to work than yours. "

" You got a lot of complaints, I hope you know that. "

" No I'm not! Just.. talkative, " You bluffed, pouting. " And fine, your house then. Mine's probably not as presentable as yours anyway. "

This is the red string of fate that kept you two together the whole time, knotted around one another's finger securely. Both of you share the same thoughts while sitting on the couch in the living room of Chan's luxurious penthouse. It did offer extravagant views of Seoul from the top of the apartment, making everything feel so surreal. Could it possibly be malfunctioning? It's supposed to stretch out without limitations as well as it'll be invisible to the naked eye including yours, according to the tales and legends you've heard as a child. Most importantly, how could you break it off?

" Maybe this had to do something with the child, " Chan thought to himself, legs crossed and eyes trained down to the floor. " You cleared our schedule for the week, correct? " He looked towards you, catching your gaze on him.

" Yes, I did. Why? " You couldn't help but be enchanted in his brown eyes. It did look brighter in the sunset than before as the sunlight kissed his face. You wanted to take a closer look at it as to what it may hold within those orbs.

" You know the child back in the train? The one who placed this string of fate around our fingers? " With those words, you were snapped back into reality.

" Child? No? I was asleep, remember? " You looked away and a dog's appearance caught your attention, feeling soft and in 'awe' for it immediately. It had some large brown spots on its white fur, fluffy and has this wavy ears. It looks quite similar to that dog named 'Lady' in "Lady and the Tramp". Noticing that it was really friendly even with strangers, you patted its head lightly as it neared you. Chan witnessed you bond with his partner, smiling. The dog was ecstatic to make new friends with you that it jumped to your lap. Giggling, you ruffled its fur and kissed its forehead. " Seems like you're well loved, baby~ " You cooed, booping its nose.

" She's Berry, by the way. " Chan informed you while watching you play with berry's paws.

" I have to say, she's the cutest, " You flashed a beaming smile at him, eyes forming into crescents. Chan couldn't do anything but smile back, his heart slowly melting at the scene in front of him. You caught the sight of his dimples, which made you think that it's now one of your favorite features he has. If everyday's like this, it'd be such a bliss. Yet you know it'll somehow be just another memory you'll treasure since there will be an end to this.

Back to reality, Chan further tells you the details of the occurrences while you were sleeping. " Ah, right. About the child. If my memory serves me correct, he was blonde headed and had ocean blue-like eyes. He's about 4'6 feet in height and the one who placed this thread around our fingers. When I tried to run after him, he just vanished into thin air. "

" You sure you're not being delusional? " You carefully placed berry down on the couch then made your way to the kitchen.

" Positive. " He replied while petting his companion, who's getting some rest first, before following you. You asked him what his plans were, wrapping your fingers around the refrigerator handle. Opening it, you scanned for available foods due to your stomach being upset in this whole conversation. There's a lot of goods, especially meat. You're assuming that this man eats a lot even when he's on his own. While you were busy with that, Chan thinks of an itinerary for the whole week to get your own lives back. Until, his deep thoughts were interrupted by you.

" How about we eat dinner first so then you can plan properly, hm? You want steak? " You asked, placing the ingredients you need right in front of his view. His eyes just twinkled before you and were already on the raw steak, famished.

" Chris wants steak, please! " Enthusiastically said by Chris, giggling afterwards.

" Steak coming right up just for Chris! " He responded with a small clap, smiling ear to ear. You have to be honest, your first meeting with him is just the worst than any other possible happenings to you two's first meeting. Yet you're satisfied that at least you met him in some way that brought you closer, especially with this string of fate. And today's gonna be a long night for the both of you.

It's very late at night yet your body wouldn't let you rest despite Chan giving you his whole king-sized bed while he sleeps on his divan couch a few meters away, or so you thought he's fast asleep. Although the comforter, mattress, pillows, just the bed as a whole is definitely a 5-star, you can't really sleep easily in someone else's home that you just met. Minutes that felt like hours passed, your eyes were blankly staring at the ceiling. The silence was quite dreadful for you usually at night, which is what you get for watching a fairly ton of horror movies. With a few sessions of hesitations, you decided to break it by calling Chan first. " Psst. Hey Chan. Who designed your house? "

After a short pause, you received a fade sound of shifting and a groan. " A friend of mine. His name's Hyunjin. Why do you ask? " He responded, staring at the same ceiling as you. Arms resting behind his head.

You laid down on your stomach then propped your chin on your hands, facing him. " Is he cute? "

" Seriously, (Y/N)? " He deadpanned. " Also he's already Changbin's anyway so I suggest you stay away unless you want a death wish. "

" Okay, Okay. Chill. I'm just asking, " You rolled your eyes. " I just can't sleep. "

" I already offered you the best bed there is. " Chan looked at your direction and glared.

" It's not that. It's from the fact that I can't fall asleep easily in a stranger's house, that's for sure, " You shifted again in the soft cream cotton bed, letting your body sink. It's like you're laying on a relieving cloud in the heavens.

" We've already passed the stranger level. Let's say we're acquaintances. "

" That doesn't make any such difference especially to my problem but okay. " You pouted.

A long pause surrounded the room, the chills slowly creeping on to your skin. You covered your whole body with the warm comforter, feeling the slumber visiting you little by little. A yawn escaping your lips and eyes getting droopy. Pondering for a second before you let yourself sleep, you took a last glance towards Chan. " Are you cold? " You asked when you saw him without any blankets. He responded with a hum.

" A little bit. But I'll be alright, don't worry, " He yawned, eyes getting heavy as he slowly visited dreamland. " Goodnight, (Y/N). "

However, before you reply, you silently get off the bed when you're sure Chan's too tired to even open his eyes again. Making your way around the room with tippy toes until you found what you needed. You've gone over to his divan couch where he occupies it, placing the blanket you found on top of his and Berry's body, who happen to be sleeping peacefully right next to him. With a weak smile, you finally greeted him back before heading back to the bed and your slumber, " Goodnight Chan, Berry. Sweet dreams. "

Almost afternoon came but none of you decided to rise and shine, except for Berry who's starting to get hungry. It was indeed past her usual breakfast time and she doesn't seem to like the sound of having 'brunch'. So then to get what she needed, she has to be the doggo clock for today.

Berry starts barking the best that she could although it didn't make any much effect, Chan only responded by covering his ears and turning away while you stayed unbothered in your deep sleep. She proceeds to hop back on Chan's couch and licks his face, surely an effective way. He immediately flinched at the wet contact and moved Berry's face away from his, slowly opening his eyes to meet an adorable face smiling at him. " Good morning to you too, " He replied followed with a yawn.

The King Charles Spaniel dog makes her way out of the room after accomplishing step one. While Chan took his time before completely getting out of bed - or rather, couch. With a few stretches and after taking a glance at the time, he made his way out of the room to make breakfast. He glanced towards your sleeping figure. Mumbling a silent, " Thank you. " for what you've done to him in the middle of the night before carefully closing the door behind him.

Before he could even reach the kitchen, a tug from his thumb stopped him in his tracks. Chan forgot that the string of fate only has a length of 7 meters. Sighing, he went back to you and thankfully found you still fast asleep.

Chan sat down on the edge of the bed, your back facing him. Once more, his dark brown eyes gazed upon your sleeping beauty state underneath the sunlight. Once more, he admired this mesmerizing view of you for a good few seconds. He lightly tapped your shoulder, causing you to shift your body to face him while responding with a hum. " Good morning, it's time to rise and shine, " He greeted in his husky morning voice, unknowingly smiling sweetly at you. You replied with a groan, covering your whole body with the comforter. " C'mon, let's go and have breakky. "

" You should've woken me up when breakfast is ready, " You whined, your voice muffled underneath the comforter. Chan chuckled then pulled down the comforter away from your face, " I would've if it wasn't for this string. Now come on. ". You groaned, feeling defeated. Sitting up on the bed, you opened your eyes to meet Chan's face filled with softness and joy. Seeing that first thing in the morning made you smile. It was lovely.

A loud bark from outside of the room interrupted, assuming that Berry's dying of hunger. You instinctively hopped off the bed and hastily made your way to Berry, Chan followed suit. At the kitchen, you both found Berry sitting in front of her food bowl, whimpering. " Oh no, the baby's hungry, " You cooed as you knelt down to pet her. " Chan, you can start making our breakfast, " He followed your instruction, putting on an apron and started preparing you two's breakfast.

" Where's her food, by the way? "

" Are you sure we're gonna find him here? " You questioned, walking a little behind Chan at the same train station yesterday. His strides were big and quite fast which made it difficult for you to keep up at his pace. To the point that your eyes were set on the floor where you have a clear view of you two's feet. You're trying to match his pace but you immediately get worned out and fall behind once more. You guessed it was a CEO thing.

" Well, did you see him in any other places? " You fell silent, continuing to keep up with his pace. The fact that you've been asleep during that time and missed the chance to see who's behind this string of fate hit you. Chan's considered lucky to be awake and witness it.

Chan took a glance behind him to see your reaction, only to find you struggling to match with his settled pace. As soon as he noticed it, he slowed down and matched his pace with yours. Confused, you looked up at him. There were no signs of annoyance or pity on his face, and that made you delighted. What a considerate guy.

It wasn't that long until you both got in the train. The two of you sat down next to each other on a vacant bench and let the train lightly sway you as it starts moving. There was a comfortable silence lingering in the train car as you waited for this child to come into your view. Fortunately, the train's not as crowded as you thought it would be so it would be easier for you to spot the child.

After 3 more stops, you started to get distracted. Your eyes boring onto the view of the opposite window side. Chan kept cautious in his surroundings, still having high hopes of seeing the child's appearance. He didn't realize how much time had already passed and sooner or later, they'll reach the last stop. On the other hand, you slowly began to get drowsy. It's probably because you're sleep deprived for the past few weeks, over-working yourself since that Ms. Kang came into your life. You let your head rest on Chan's shoulder unconsciously which surprised him. With that, Chan first made sure you were comfortable, setting aside the thought of needing to meet the child. He hesitated first, though he did ended up wrapping his arm around you and kept you close to him. Feeling relaxed and secured, you shut your eyes as you slept in his warm embrace.

Chan noticed how much exhausted you are during the time he's been with you. He may not know exactly how tough your previous boss was to you, but it did show a huge impact on you. He thought that you looked so fragile underneath his touch, and he greatly feared the moment you might break. So he made sure to be careful with you. But other than that, he felt the urge - the need or wanting to protect you at that moment. He did questioned why, out of all people, he felt it from and because of you.

Maybe, it's because you looked so exquisite especially under the sunlight. Maybe, it's because he thought you looked adorable and amusing at the same time when you whine or complain. Maybe, it's because you're motherly especially to Berry.

Maybe, he just caught feelings for you. That's why he's questioning " why you? ", it was already love.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you never got to encounter the mysterious child once more. Days have already passed, it has been almost a week. Yet to you and Chan's dismay, no signs of the boy at all. The both of you began to lose hope and just give up. Especially you.

You felt guilty for being the least focused between the two of you, leaving Chan more responsibilities. Find the mystic child and to look out for you. You weren't really in the best shape right now, Chan knew that. You easily got tired, tend to oversleep, and you're hella pale, which you knew well that it isn't so you. " I'm sorry, " You mumbled weakly, your legs crossed and back lean on the couch pillows. Trying to not lay down and sleep more since you did just woke up from a faint.

Hearing this, Chan head over to you then immediately refused. " No, no, no. It's alright, no need to apologize. Just focus on getting better right now, okay? " You replied with a small nod, his warm hands were on yours. That simple touch always made your blood color your cheeks and feel so shy. He went back to the kitchen to continue preparing your dinner as soon as he is satisfied with your answer. In the mean time, Berry made sure to keep you busy and entertained.

While Chan's dicing some pork on a cutting board, he took a glance at the red string wrapped around his thumb. He noticed a small difference to it ever since the first day you both tried to look for the child. It had more of a faint color red, losing its opaqueness. Almost like it's about to vanish which is at some point is a good thing. Though it still has its limitations for length and never broke at your own will. He wondered if you have noticed it as well. What would it be like to be back on your own lives? Chan would be lying if he managed to picture that when he felt disheartened just at the thought of it. He got used to your small complaints, you baby talking and spoiling his dog, needing to be taken care of - when you're unable to do it yourself, even the pocket knife in your bag, that he couldn't imagine you being gone. You did became apart of his life afterall and that left him thinking of making you stay. Chan already figured that he's starting to like you back then on the train, 1st day of hunting down the child.

Which got him pondering. Concluding to a theory that maybe, this string of fate isn't going to vanish. It was only starting to get invisible to your naked eye, just like what you originally thought it would function. But it will always be there no matter what. This string of fate just happens to be more translucent the more you both realize how much you love each other.

Chan tore his gaze away from the string, switching to your pale figure in the living room. Once he knew he could leave the food cooking for a while, he grabbed a glass of water and went back to you. " You like that friend of yours, huh? " You referred to Berry's favorite dog plush. Seeing Chan in your peripheral vision, you locked eyes with him. Beaming him the sweetest smile you could muster which he instantly returned. He offered you the drink and you gladly took it into your hands. Taking a sip, you could feel Chan's eyes burning through your skin. Heat rushes to your face just by that. It's frustrating how you're so easy when he's by your side and only with him. Frequently getting the butterflies, timid, blushy, heart racing, distracted by how ethereal he is, and everything related. And you completely denied your feelings for him.

Chan took a seat beside you, now looking at the pitch black night sky out of his window walls. Those dark brown orbs showed a hint of disappointment. Following his gaze, you figured out the reason. The sky's literally pitch black, starless. As well as the moon being nowhere in sight. The melancholic sight did brought a frown to your face and you couldn't stand it. Looking back at him, you realized that there's no need for you to be crestfallen. In fact, you should be in awe.

It seems like Chan took and held the whole galaxy in his eyes that's why the night sky is empty. His eyes twinkling and shining in the darkness. Many must've envied him for that and it feels so surreal to witness it in by your very own eyes. To have it in front of you. And maybe, just maybe.

You do like Bang Chan.

" Where the hell are you taking me, Chan?! " You quietly panicked as Chan led you to an unfamiliar forest. Just the thought of the crawlies present in places like this made you shudder. " D-Do you really think the child would be brave enough to be here when I am already cowering in fear just looking at this? "

" We're not here for that child, " He chuckled at your state, continuing to walk ahead of you and deeper into the woods. Your wary eyes stayed restless, darting from left to right. " We're here to just relax. " Chan's voice began to echo the farther he is away from you.

You started to get pissed at how he started being inconsiderate and how relaxed he is right now, that's definitely not what you know about him. " What the fuck are you talking about?! So we're just wasting our ti- " The sudden raise of your voice resulted a noise in the forest - sounded like a bird flapping its wings. The sound made you flinch then you picked up your pace to get to him. You tugged onto Chan's jacket which caused him to stop and look back to you. " Chan, please, let's just go home. " You hushly pleaded from behind him, your head hung low in fear and embarrassment.

Sighing, Chan held both of your hands in his. Rubbing circles on it for you to ease up. The both of you still connected by the string of fate, which looks like it's bound to vanish soon. He also noticed how you're short in breath. " Easy, easy. Take deep breaths with me, yeah? " You matched his breathing with yours, eventually loosening up in his warmth like always. You just felt so safe and secure when you're with him. " Let's proceed? I promise you that when we get there, it'll be worth it. " He reassured, never leaving his grip on you.

" Chan.. " You whimpered and Chan instantly hushed you.

" If it makes you feel better, I'll never let go of you, " Oh how you wished that'll last forever. " Sounds good? " You nodded hesitantly.

With that, you let Chan lead you towards his destination. The comfort of his hands wrapped around yours never left on the way just like he promised. It wasn't too long until you saw light at the end of the forest. You could hear faint sounds of waves meeting the seashore and birds singing a melody. The fear you had a while ago slowly washed away as you're nearing the place.

Reaching the light, you witnessed the jaw dropping sight of the beach on the other side of the fence. Like Chan said, it is promising and worth it. He guided you in hopping onto an enormous boulder to get to the other side and you didn't complain, you're too drawn into the beach. In excitement, you went ahead of Chan, letting go of his grasp. Your feet immediately ushering you to the seashore where you could feel the cold water at your toes. As soon as you got here, you felt like you were cleansed. As if the sea took every problem, worries and fears away from you. It was healing and just the thought of it made you smile unknowingly. You never knew you needed this until now, it has been years since the last time you've been this carefree.

On the other hand, Chan's seated at his usual place. Where he could take in the whole view. Now that you were apart of it, everything seemed to set into place for his secret escapade paradise. All felt just right. The way you dance with the waves, moving with the sea, completely letting the rhythm of the water set yourself free. Plus the wind blowing your hair, your face glowing underneath the sun, how blinding your smile was at that moment, he cherished it all. " Perfect with no reasons, " Chan thought out loud as his eyes were trained on you. Unbeknownst to him, it was loud enough for you to hear it clearly.

" Perfect? " You questioned, making your way to his side. His eyes widened, alarmed. Chan looked away without hesitation. The tip of his ears starting to turn red in embarrassment. You sat down next to him, knowing that you'll be bringing some sand in your pockets back home. Noticing his ears, you let out a hearty laugh. " Aww, look at you! "

" I know, I know, " He started, covering his ears. " I'm helpless. "

" Huh? What are you talking about? " You asked while tilting your head to the side in confusion. There was a short pause, only the sound of waves continuously ringing in the area could be heard. As well as the sound of leaves rustling while the wind whispers sweet nothings to it and palm trees swaying from side to side.

" Like- "

" If this is you doubting yourself again, gosh Chan you're not the helpless one between the two of us. " You pointed out with your arms crossed. " You're a CEO of a well known company! Plus, who took care of me? You. Who saved my ass from Ms. Kang? You. Who just comforted me a while ago? You. You are never incapable or weak. If anyone told you otherwise, I- "

" I'm helplessly in love with you is what I meant, (Y/N)! " Chan confessed, now facing you.

Then, the thread in your fingers entirely loosened without any of you knowing.

The two of you locked eyes for a minute. Both surprised by everything, especially you. The wind did whisper something to the two of you, too. Yet it's difficult to figure it out at the moment. Even in broad daylight, his eyes still held the whole galaxy. And you could never let that dim.

" You walked into my life as if you've always lived there, like my heart was a home built just for you, " Chan continued, his hand already searching for yours. Looking down at your now intertwined hands, eyes filled with pure love and adoration. " It fits just like a glo- "

Perfect with no reasons.

Chan was taken by surprise at your sudden answer. You cutted him off, attaching your lips to his. Your free hand finding itself cupping his face. He then passionately responded to the kiss, his arm snaking its way around your waist to keep you close - now that the string of fate is invisible and endless. The kiss resulted you to feel so lightheaded. The softness of his lips brought you to euphoria, everything just felt so right in place. In the end, both of you were left breathless. You couldn't do anything for a few seconds after, keeping your eyes closed with mouth agape of you to try let your mind process what just happened.

You did't need for him to explain or give you anymore reasons why he loves you. The string of fate has always been the answer, reason and explanation to your love. Ever since the beginning, you and Chan are destined to meet regardless of the time, place or circumstances. It may stretch or tangle but nothing could break it and never will. You're one another's someone's someone who you can't live without.

End.

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okokokok jongerrymartin prompt!!!! jon is having a Very Bad Not Good Day, and his two spouses come give him hugs!!! lots of sleepy happy cuddles until he feels ok :) hope u have a good day!!

Got in the mood to finished the promised jongerrymartin, so here you are! Just soft husbands in a no-powers AU where Jon gets some desperately needed love. Hope you like!

Jon threw his bag against the wall, an exhausted sigh on his lips. “Sorry I’m late.”

“S’alright. Dinner’s in the fridge.”

Gerry’s curled up on the couch, a worn paperback novel in his hands. He looks so cozy, like he’s been there for hours. He probably has. They usually have dinner around six most days and it’s nine right now. He can hear the shower running- must be Martin. It’s so achingly domestic. The two of them work all day at the bookshop, trading off the evening shift so they can have dinner together. Dinner that Jon never makes it too. He feels jealous only for a moment before it turns into guilt. What right does he have to be upset? He’s the one who comes home late, who spends more time at work than he does with his spouses. It would be inevitable that they’d grow apart, that Martin and Gerry would naturally become closer. It wouldn’t be anyone’s fault but his own.

He must have been standing in the doorway for far too long, as Gerry looks up from his book with a concerned glance. “You alright, love?”

Jon feels his face heat up at the name and tries in vain to stop a sniffle from escaping. “M’fine.”

Gerry gives him a dubious look. “No you’re not. C’mere.” He opens his arms and Jon makes his way over, falling into them with another sigh. He hides his face in Gerry’s worn t-shirt, trying to leech any warmth he can get. “God, you’re tense,” Gerry remarks as he runs a hand down his back. “What did Bouchard do today?”

“Nothing,” Jon replies, the answer muffled as he refuses to relinquish his spot on Gerry’s chest. “It’s my fault, really. I’ve got deadlines and I’m not meeting them. Need to put in a bit more work.”

“Jon, you’re there every night,” Gerry sounds exasperated, a tone that’s used by most people when it comes to Jon. “You don’t even get overtime. Can’t Tim and Sasha help?”

“It’s not their problem,” he tries to explain, lifting his face to meet Gerry’s eyes. It’s hard to look at them, so full of unwarranted worry and care. It’s almost enough to make him tear up again.

“They’re your assistants. You should let them assist you.”

Jon hears the shower stop; Martin will be out soon. He has to get his emotions under control, he’s acting like a child. That’s the last thing the two of them need at the end of the day.

“I might have to work this weekend-”

“No. Not again.” Gerry sits them up, giving him a stern and slightly angry gaze. Jon moves back instinctively, though he doesn’t mean to flinch.

“I-I’m sorry,” he starts, getting a bit choked up. Damn it. He casts his eyes to the ground as if it’ll help control the tears. “I know I haven’t been the best partner as of late, but it’s been r-really hard at work and I’m t-trying-”

“That’s not what I meant,” Gerry’s voice immediately quiets, his eyes going soft. He runs a hand down Jon’s side and he shivers at the touch. “Of course we miss you, but we’re more worried about you. You’re always stuck at work, Martin’s going around making phantom cups of tea-”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hush, don’t apologize.” Gerry pulls him close again, the touch grounding him. “It’s just- you’re wasting away, Bouchard’s running you ragged. You’ve got to push back against those deadlines, it’s not like the archive’s going anywhere. I know you look up to the man but really, it isn’t right what he’s got you doing-”

“I heard unnecessary apologies. Is Jon home?”

Jon looks up to see Martin in the hallway with his flannel pajamas on, running a hand through damp hair. He must look a mess because Martin’s face instantly falls. “Oh, Jon.” The tender way he says his name restarts the tears in earnest.

“G-God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“Jon-” Martin’s settling against his back and he can feel that comforting warmth on all sides now. And yet he still can’t control the panic of having disappointed his partners, the only ones who care enough to help him when he’s like this.

“S-Sorry. I mean-” He clenches his jaw and squeezes his eyes shut. “God, I hate that I get like this, I don’t mean to- to be-” Jon can feel his fingers digging into his palms, filling in the familiar crescent-shaped indents from times before. 

“Hey, what did we say about that?” Gerry’s got his hands around his, gently but firmly uncurling them until his palm lays flat. Martin hisses in sympathy at the sight of the inflamed red marks.

“Sorry,” Jon whispers out again, before wincing at the word choice. “I’m- I’m always so dramatic. I don’t know how you two stand it.”

“Okay, one, I love your drama,” Martin insists, giving him a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “But that’s not what this is. Elias is taking advantage of you, and that’s not okay. You see that, right?”

Jon shakes his head. They don’t understand- he didn’t deserve this promotion, and now he’s got to prove that he’s worth the trouble. Elias is trying to help him, not hurt him. It’s just going to take a bit of extra work, a few busy weekends. Elias assured him that once everything was up and running, he’d be able to relax. Never mind that it’s been months- he has no frame of reference for how long these things take. Elias would know. 

“It’s my job,” he whispers, leaning back into Martin's chest in an attempt to get him to play with his hair. It works. “It’s what’s expected.”

“Did you forget I used to work there?” Gerry’s doing that thing again, massaging Jon’s hands in a way that’s guaranteed to make him melt. “And I have spies on the inside. You do not have a healthy work environment.”

“I wish you wouldn’t gossip with Tim and Sasha,” Jon mumbles, his eyes half-closed in contentment. It’s hard to stay awake when faced with this much tenderness. “Very unprofessional.”

“That’s one thing I’ve never claimed to be.”

“You know,” Martin starts lightly, as if what he’s about to suggest hasn’t been said a million times before. “You could always work at the shop with Gerry and me. We could use your help with the remodeling. You can organize the new non-fiction section!”

“We’ll even let you put the poetry section in the back, by the toilet-”

“We will not.”

The banter is comfortable and familiar. Jon smiles. “Would be nice.”

Martin does that dreamy sigh of his as his fingers gently run through Jon’s hair. “Reckon it would.” 

“In the meantime,” Gerry yawns and leans back against the cushions, though he doesn’t let go of Jon’s hands. “Could always call Gertrude. We didn’t part on the best of terms, but she’d never miss a chance to put the fear of God in Elias Bouchard.”

Jon snorts, though the idea isn’t half-bad. “That’s unnecessary.” He settles back against Martin, reveling in the quiet peace of the evening. It’s the first time he’s relaxed all week. Perhaps he won’t go into work on Saturday, maybe he’ll just lie here forever. He pretends not to hear Martin whisper ‘Do it!’ and closes his eyes as Gerry pulls out his phone and begins to text. 

It’s nice, being at home. He should do this more often.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27999294

[thecoffeenebula]

New job - Part one

It took a while but I wrote the rest of new job. While I was doing so I thought it would be fun to make different parts of it. Again thank you so much for liking the preview. I hope you enjoy the story as well :)

My writing might not be that good as I wrote most of it at night. Haven’t done a proper check up on my grammar (etc) yet. I was too excited about posting it sooo yeah...  I promise I will update the story if/when needed :) 

The part of the preview will still be in here, I rewrote a couple of parts of it so you might want to take a look at it again. 

Marcus Moreno x Reader

warnings: none

 It's First day at your new job. You have been working so hard to get a position at mission control. Finally that day came. You finally got that promotion. Happy and proud to be there you walked into the office.

Everything seemed so new and strange. Everyone around you seemed very busy with whatever they were doing. Nobody seemed to notice you, except for Ms. Granada.

“Ah there you are.” She walked alongside you.

“I have a very important job for you. Our satellite sensors have gone down. We need someone who can redirect remaining power to those sensors so we can use the satellites again”

“Yes, Ma’am”

She directed you toward a computer, with a big smile.

“Welcome to the team and if you would like something to drink, the kitchen is right there.” she pointed down the hallway. You weren't quite sure to which room she was pointing but you would figure it out.

“Thank you” Ms. Granada left you to it. You started up the programm and started to decipher the codes in front of you.

You granduated from MIT with a degree in electrical engineering and computer science. Getting the sensors back up again shouldn't be that big of a problem but It was. The satellite didn't seem to respond. It puzzled you. That moment made you realise it would be a long day. If this wasn't going to work out one of the Heroics would have to go up there and fix it.

During the day you thought it would be nice to get acquainted with your colleagues. From what you have seen, your colleague’s seemed nice. They only didn't  seem that social.

You tried starting up a conversation with the women next to you but she just gave you a nasty glare.

After all the troubles the satellite gave you,  you decided you needed a cup of coffee.

One of the other workers at mission control was a step ahead. Marcus Moreno, who just got himself a cup of coffee bumped into you. Spilling his coffee all over you.

You jumped away out of reflexes. “Shit”

“I didn’t mean to… I am so sorry….” Marcus stood there in shock.

“It’s okay. Really”

He was looking all around to see if he could find a towel or some paper.

He studied you. He never saw you before. So you must me the new girl that Ms. Granada told him about.

“You must be the new girl?” He asked smiling at you.

You looked at him, realizing he was cute. It made you blush.

“Yes. That is me. Great start of the first day, am I right?”

You stared at your soaking wet, coffee stained blouse and laughed.

“Perfect”

“I am so sorry” Marcus repeated. He felt so guilty. He didn’t mean to ruin your day. He pouted at the sight of the stain.

“Don’t worry. I’ll just go freshen up in the bathroom”

“I really didn’t mean to ruin your first day” he said. He hesitated for a moment “how can I make this up to you?”

“You don’t have to. It could happen to anybody.” You said. Focused on the stain on your shirt.

Marcus smiled. He thought you were charming and adorable and you seemed like you needed a friend.

“What if I want to make it up? Couldn’t hurt to make some friends around here”

You smiled at him. You did need a friend, as no one else seemed to want to have a conversation with you.

“Okay. Seems fair. Not like anyone else reached out to me today.” You both looked around to all the faces staring at their computers. Marcus’ smile grew wider. This happened to him as well the first day in the office. He thought he would be welcomed, mostly because he was part of the heroes. No one looked up when he first arrived at his desk. It took a while to get a conversation out of them. It was all too recognizable for him. He was glad he reached out to you. He definitely wanted to give you a better experience than he had and besides all that, you were cute.

“Don’t mind them. They are practically computers. They don’t concern themselves with socializing as long as they can do their job.”

“ah” you nod your head as you let a little smile appear creating dimples. It made you look more beautifu. It brightened up Marcus' day. Marcus realized what he could do. He put his hand his pocket pulling out a piece of paper that looked like some sort of business card. He handed it to you.

“This is my number. Whenever you feel like it, just give me a call.”

You gave him another one of your bright smiles as you took the piece of paper from him. You felt your cheeks go red. Mostly because you were embarrassed by the stains. Which were made by the nicest and most handsome coworker around.

“I sure will. Maybe we could go out for coffee. You know. Seems perfect for the situation” you said pointing at your clothes.

Marcus laughed “Coffee it is”

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Marcus came home from his long day of work. He was smiling from ear to ear.

“Hello, Missy. How was your day?” He gave her a kiss on the head. Missy noticed the mood change in her dad. She hadn’t seen him this happy in quite a long time.

“you’re in a good mood”

“Am I not allowed to be happy?”

“I didn’t say that but you usually are not like this”

Marcus just chuckled at his daughter's observant comment.

"No, usually I am as miserable as you" he teased.

Missy sticked out her tongue, schronching her nose. It was adorable when she did so. It reminded Marcus of his wife. Missy looked like her, a lot. Especially when she made those faces. The thought of her captured him in a moment of sadness. He missed her so much. He was still even wearing his wedding ring. He hadn't dared to take it off. It didn't feel right. At least not yet. Marcus got so caught up in his daydream that Missy had to snap him out of it.

"Dad?"

Marcus turned his head toward her still absent, lost in thought.

"Why are you so happy? Did you meet someone? Are they from work? What is her name? Is she pretty?" Marcus chuckled at Missy's never ending questions

"Missy…. Missy.. please, sweetie. I just had a good day at work. Yes I met a new colleague but it is nothing like that, she is a friend"

Missy started smiling as bright as the sun. She hadn't seen her father this happy in quite a long time. Of course she didn't want anyone to replace her mother but no one could and her father deserved love. Even she knew that it would be what her mother would have wanted. This women he met, this could be his match.

"So, you did meet someone!" Her excitement couldn't be concealed.

Marcus tried to avoid the topic at all cost.

"What are we going to eat? I am starving and I am in the mood for some pizza" he said with a forced smile.

"Don't avoid the topic. Tell me about her. I want to know if she is right for you"

Marcus shook his head. "My little guardian angel" he said as he planted another kiss on her head. "I have better plan. I order some Pizza and you go make your homework in the meantime"

"only if you tell me about your work 'friend'"

"Missy" Marcus gave her a serious warning look.

Missy sighed "alright ,alright"

She stood up from the kitchen chair and walked to her room. Marcus started dialing the number so he could order the pizza.

"Hello, I would like to place a order for a…" Marcus couldn't even finish his sentence before Missy's head appeared around the corner shouting "with extra cheese!".

Marcus gave her a thumbs up. "I would like to order a pizza with extra cheese, please"

Within the hour the pizza was delivered. They ate their pizza in front of their TV watching a movie they both agreed watching. Even though it was their favourite movie to watch they both were somewhere is with their thoughts. Missy daydreaming about Marcus and this mystery women. She wondered how she could open up her dad.

And well Marcus was thinking about you…. Still smiling at your meeting earlier that they. You were cute and pretty, even with a coffee stain on your shirt. He liked you but he wasn't ready yet to get into a relationship. At least he thought he wasn't. It all felt too soon after what happened with his wife. He didn't think that love would come back to him… that he was capable of loving again. No, it felt wrong. It would be like cheating he thought. A friendship with you seemed innocent enough for the time being. He'll see where it will go from there.

He just couldn't think of romance just yet. The good thing about this situation was that Missy was excited about something again. It hurt his heart to see his little girl unhappy.

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That Friday

Marcus was fidigting with his wedding ring, he hadn’t dared to take it off.

He was actually quite nervous.

You texted him that night, the same day he gave you the number.

Missy fell asleep on the couch while they were watching the movie. Missy should've gone to bed earlier because it was a school night but they had a cheat day from time to time where she could stay up later. Marcus lifted Missy up from the couch and carried her toward her bed, tucking her in. Marcus felt the muscles in his back tighten up as he did so. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, carrying her wasn’t as good of an idea than he thought it would be. He watched her sleep for a while. She looked so peaceful and she was smiling. He wondered what she was dreaming about. He thought it would be best to leave her be. He gave her a kiss on the head and left the room.

He let out a big sigh as he returned to the living room, seeing the mess in front of him that he still had to clean up. He remembered a time when he didn't just have to do this on his own. Having his wife help him clean up at night before they went to bed. He really missed that time.

As he returned the dirty dishes to the kitchen he noticed his phone light up that was lying on the kitchen table. Instead of keeping up with his chores he decided to see who was sending him messages. It was an unknown number. Part of him was hoping it was you. He opened his phone and clicked on the messages. He was right. It was you. He smiled. He sat himself down at the table reading your text messages and responding to them. He texted with you for hours until he realized the time. It was almost 2 am in the morning. He looked at the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. He decided he would do them in the morning. Just that moment when he looked down at his phone again he noticed you asked if he wanted to go out and grab coffee this Friday. He mentioned it was his day off in one of his texts. So it was yours. Marcus agreed to meet up with you. There was a great coffee place around the corner of where he lived. He knew it would be a great place to meet up.

He brought Missy to school that morning and went straight up to the coffee shop. He was early so you weren't there yet. He decided to grab a table to wait for you.

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tag:

@mrschiltoncat​ here is part one of new job. I hope you like it :)

[amanda-teaches]

Til Death Do Us Part? (8)

Series Summary: At a work party with your best friend, Dean, you panic when your new boss asks if you’re couple. Lying to protect your promotion, you wind up fake engaged before you can take it back. When Dean agrees to go along with your lie for a weekend retreat, you end up finding something neither of you had bargained for: love.

Chapter Summary: Now that you’ve finally found what you’ve been looking for with Dean, the two of you decide to take a little time to enjoy it, starting with a little surprise.

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Square filled: Free Space for @spndeanbingo​​​ and Picnic for @spnfluffbingo​​​

Word Count: 1174

Warnings: All the fluff, minimal swearing and nakedness.

A/N: Well, here it is everyone, the final chapter. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without every single one of you. Thank you all for your support through this whole adventure. It’s because of that support that I was able to officially finish a series for the very first time! I decided to write this last chapter more from Dean’s POV, so you all could get a little peek of the depth of his love. I really hope you love the ending these two characters have found as much as I do.

Til Death Do Us Part? Masterlist

Dean awoke with a start, his chest tight and heaving, but when he felt the weight of your body lying next to him, the panic instantly lifted. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs, and everything from last night came flashing back.

You were really here. It wasn’t a dream. You were still here, loving him back.

How the hell did he get so lucky?

He leaned over you and placed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering there before rolling back over and glancing at the clock. 10:42.

Nearly checkout time. Choosing to let you sleep, he stood up, pulling on a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He took another look at you and smiled, heading downstairs to the front desk.

Once he got there, it was easy for him to charm the clerk into granting you two a late checkout, buying you a few extra hours of sleep. His next stop was the lounge, where he ran into the rest of your group, preparing to leave. He said the goodbyes for the both of you, and once they were gone, and he was alone, he started to think of what he could do for you with the extra time.

When an idea hit him, he smirked, knowing he’d found just the thing. You were going to love it.

By the time you woke up, Dean was back in your room, propped up on a pile of throw pillows next to you, smiling sinfully. “Mornin’, baby.”

“Dean?” You sat up, running your hand through your hair. “Oh, son of a...did I oversleep again?”

He grinned, resisting the urge to laugh at the flabbergasted look on your face. “Hey, what’re vacations for if not sleeping in?”

“Ugh,” you moaned, face-planting back down and pulling the pillow over your head. “Did we miss our checkout?”

“Don’t worry,” he announced, pulling the pillow off of you as he jumped up, holding his arms out wide. “I’ve got it all handled. Got our checkout extended, everything packed up, and a special surprise planned for you.”

That got your attention, and you sat up straight, gripping the sheet to your chest with a grin. “A surprise?”

Dean knelt down by the bed, tossing a wink your way. “What, did you think last night was the only time I was gonna be pulling out all the stops for you? Not even close, babe. You’re my girl now. Get ready for some sweep you off your feet romance.”

The beaming smile on your face made him smile in return, and he took your hand, pulling you gently to your feet. He couldn’t help but steal a kiss when you were standing this close, running his hand down your still naked body to cop a feel. You squealed against him, playfully pulling away, and he lightly smacked your ass, pushing you across the room to get ready.

Once you were dressed, he entwined his fingers with yours, leading you out of the room and down to the elevators. Dean had already slipped a $20 to the bellhop to get your bags out to the car, so there was nothing left for you to worry about other than enjoying the surprise he had planned.

Making it outside, Dean made you close your eyes, slowly guiding you around the building towards an enclosed space of grass at the edge of the garden. With a flourish, he had you open your eyes, revealing an elaborate picnic spread laid out in front of the two of you.

“Dean?!” you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth. “You did all this?”

“I told you, baby, romance,” he teased, helping you down to the blanket. “I’m gonna give you the world. You like it?”

“I love it,” you whispered, looking at the contents of the blanket with awe. “When did you have time to do all this?”

He popped the champagne, pouring out two glasses. “While you were sleeping. After I got us the late checkout and got the clerk on my side, it was easy. I said goodbye to all your bosses and had the staff help me set this up.”

“Speaking of them,” you mumbled, drawing his attention. “What am I going to tell everyone when we get home about the engagement? I mean, I know we’re together now, so I can’t say we broke up, but they all think we’re engaged.”

He smiled, grabbing your hand and holding it close. “Maybe we don’t tell them anything. A lot of people don’t wear their rings at work.”

“It’s not that easy, Dean. We can’t keep pretending we’re engaged. What happens when we never get married?”

“Who’s to say we won’t?” His face lit up, hope filling him for the first time in a long time. “I’m in this for the long haul, Y/N. Let’s give us a chance. If they ask, you can just tell them we’re enjoying being together and putting off the planning. We can see where this goes and cross that bridge when we come to it.”

You grinned, nodding your agreement. “Okay. I say we give us a chance, too.”

Dean beamed, moving on in his mind by turning to the food, but when he saw you playing with your ring, or rather his mom’s ring, he hesitated. “You okay?”

“Yeah, but…” You paused, slipping the ring off your finger and holding it out to him. “I should probably give this back to you in the meantime, right? You know, since we’re not actually engaged. After all, it is your mom’s.”

He smiled softly and took the ring back from you, placing it in his pocket, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t stay off your finger for long.

Now that he had you, he wasn’t ever planning on letting you go.

“Come on,” Dean announced, changing the subject and pulling the pie out of the basket in front of him, drawing a chuckle from you. “Let’s get our picnic on.”

“Shouldn’t we start with the healthier food?” you laughed, but he shook his head resolutely, taking a large forkful of pie.

“Always start with the pie, babe.” But, instead of eating it, he fed it to you, slowly placing the fork in your mouth. After you’d swallowed it, he leaned in and kissed you, his tongue running along your lips. “Mmm, tastes perfect. Just like I thought it would.”

You pulled him close, kissing him passionately, and he breathed you in, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. He never would’ve dreamed that agreeing to be your fake fiance for the weekend would have led to this, but he was eternally grateful that it had, that, somehow, you’d given him your heart.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You grinned again, pure happiness radiating out from you, and he felt his heart soar in response. All it took was a simple smile from you, and he was putty in your hands. “I love you, too, Dean.”

And, he knew this was only the beginning.

[dreamofragtime]

I did it, guys! THE WEDDING!

That’s Edward’s wedding…but the only thing I can think about is just LOOK AT THEM!!

“Are you ready for this?” I AMMMM!!!!

Jean underlying to Susan the surprise of being invited...she has this talent of saying what she’s thinking with such conviction but without being unpleasant... I just adore her!

Patrick ‘s speech and the not so subtle remarks toward Edward, I wouldn’t expect any less from him. He’s always been very objective, I think even with his own son. He’s protected him enough, now it’s time he takes his own responsibilities.

Lucien wants to leave...let’s face it, who would want to be there? At the wedding of someone who’s hurt you and your family so much and so recently nonetheless?

Oh great...a fight at a wedding...now they can leave! Thank god!

Look at Lucien being so very attentive and taking Jean’s hand and asking her to be careful because there’s glass all over  the floor

OMG Edward’s dead! I didn’t expect that!

In the meantime Lucien’s aunt has a favour to ask, but he doesn’t seem very inclined to help her found her niece...”I’m dying”, she says and Lucien’s face speaks for him...he cannot refuse her, can he now? Because he can be reckless, but he has a heart of gold.

Wow there’s a flash back! I love this! Aww Lucien, poor boy...“that’s enough” my heart is broken

Great now, he’s obviously going to the crime scene even though he’s not the police surgeon, anymore. Do we care about it? No, because let’s face it he’s the one who will solve the case!

Hahahah the famous Dr. Wallace...well, Lucien was right what an incompetent !  Matthew’s face, though when he asks about the cause of death...

Searching in a fountain full of blood...typical Lucien!

Dr Wallace and Alice at the morgue. She is behaving just like we would expect her to do with Dr Blake but the new police surgeon calls her “Miss Harvey” ...how dare he! .... “it’s Dr Harvey”...I love this woman!

Patrick asking Lucien for help and discussing his son’s murder was bittersweet...I couldn’t understand his character at first, now I’ve come to appreciate him.

Matthew defending Alice so fiercely and giving  apiece of his mind to Dr Wallace...great scene!

In the kitchen Jean and Rose are talking about her children and the wedding... I want to give Jean a big hug, right now!

Aww look at the lovebirds planning  to go to  Melbourne for wedding shopping ...I can hardly wait!

Lucien is so sweet...he wants to stay at the bridal shop with her...“it’s bad luck” and we wouldn’t want anything to happen before the wedding... thank you very much! Now Lucien go!

The shop assistant referring to Jean as “The mother of the bride”...what?! thank your lucky stars that Lucien is not there to hear you!

Ohhh look who’s back! Danny! (can he call the Doc “uncle Lucien” just once? please!)

Jean chastising Lucien for not having checked Catherine’s address...she knows how to get his attention, though and I had the time of my life!

Wherever he goes he finds a dead body and he almost breaks his neck in the process..obviously!

Lucien being reinstated as police surgeon..that was Patrick’s doing, wasn’t it?

Patrick and Jean talking in the sunroom...I enjoy their conversations. He thinks so very highly of her and of Lucien, too probably (even if he doesn’t want to admit it) “you deserve to be happy!”  My heart!..... “we need these triumphs”...yes Patrick, thank you for saying it! We do! They’ve waited for so long!

So now after the rather unpleasant chat at the pub with the father of the bride he’s being followed...that was scary, eh?

What?! Another dead body? Mr Dunne and it cannot be Patrick’s fault...ohh poor Cec, he’s in shock!

And now Patrick is in jail..what an annoying lawyer and Bill has definitely improved his skills..not only his fists for once!

Lucien pleading Patrick to rest and talk to his wife (Lucien is definitely getting better at this...I hope he’ll do the same with Jean) ohh Patrick the dialogue “sooner or later we all just become our fathers”, the look on Lucien’s face...goosebumps!

And Lucien going home and taking that clock from the chest...I love these flash backs, even though they are  so heartbreaking (probably that’s why I like them)...poor little boy! He wasn’t even allowed a last hug to his father...how awful is that?! And later at the Colonists’ Club with aunt Dorothy talking about his father’s past and how their family had disapproved of Genevieve and later how they tried to make amends, but the betrayal was already too much for Thomas...

Lucien’s insecurities come to the surface, finally in his brief exchange with Matthew...“what if I don’t deserve her?”. He’s definitely putting her first, her needs, her dreams, her desires, what if he isn’t capable of being what/whom she deserves? She is the most important thing to him, now and he wants to be the right man for her. As Matthew reminds him, that man she deserves is something he already is, the best version of Lucien Blake. She doesn’t want him to be something he is not, but he owes it  to her... to be the best version of himself.

Seeing Patrick in that car and Lucien’s reaction to his death was too much and his struggle in wanting to find someone responsible for his death, because he can’t accept that “sometimes people just die”...but in the end he has to come to terms also to this and it’s so very difficult.

He ends up talking with Jean because she’s always listened to him, even when he was the “ghost” of the man he is now and he knows that there’s no one else he could go to and tells her how he met Patrick, his first impression of him. And both have tears in their eyes, and he knows what he is about to ask,  “Jean, my darling....I think we may have to postpone the wedding”, but she insists on Patrick’s last words to her and despite what they are both feeling they decide to go on with their wedding plans.

And now are they discussing their sleeping arrangements with Rose? The bedrooms are small? Yeah...we all get that!

Ohh Lucien your Jean is really a true marvel, she helps with both cases in the end...so smart!

There’s something about this scene of Lucien and Jean in front of the fireplace that really makes it a marvel to watch. I don’t know what it is, the lights, the acting, the writing...probably everything. These bits of their pasts they reveal to one another are precious moments...here Lucien trusts Jean so much that he isn’t afraid of telling her about his engagement and subsequent marriage with Mei Lin, and clearly he’s admitting to her that in the end he made the same choices his father did. He married a “foreign girl” in spite of his family and naturally, when faced with that, at the time, they both said things to one another they could not get back. But then he finds and reads Thomas’ letter to him, a letter he sent back, like all the others his father sent...well I couldn’t stop crying here and that line in which he said that he hoped his son would find someone who loved him “...regardless of what happened next”. A line in which Thomas uses more or less the same words Lucien himself spoke to Jean in season 3...I just can’t. And confessing that he had hated his father for a very long time and his fear of becoming like him...but that coming back to Ballarat was probably the best thing ever happened to him!

 I could  have never imagined Roslyn to be the murderer, but what really  struck me was Lucien’s speech once again. Telling her how the only thing she had ever wanted was her father’s love and to hear him say he was sorry (the same things Lucien wanted from his father, and that in the end were the thing Thomas wrote to him, but that he never got the chance to know...until he read that letter the night before).

 And then...well...when one thinks she’s ready to see the wedding....I mean...we’ve waited for so long!

I’VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL IN MY LIFE! Jean is radiant and so stunning! I’m so glad she’s wearing a white dress! I love it and she looks lovely in it!

The way his voice falters when he says his vows, Jean’s certainty when she speaks hers, the kiss... and then Doctor and Mrs. Blake are dancing together and he kisses her on the cheek and that wedding band his sparkling so much...

And then you think you’ve already cried enough, but nooooooo they come back 4 months later (4 months? What kind of honeymoon was that exactly?!) and he opens the car door and you think it’s sweet, but then ohh then he just says “Mrs Blake” and  you start sobbing once again.

And then she is popping the kettle on, but he can’t keep his hands (or lips) to himself and they’re kissing again and you are just there grinning like a fool. Matthew Lawson has just been promoted to “the new telephone” and really they can’t even have 5 minutes to themselves because obviously as soon as they set foot on Australian soil, someone  drops dead...but the end ohhh the end...he comes back and has to kiss her again and then “I love you” and I’m just sobbing again...forever!

The last thing I have to say before I let you go is that I’m so thankful for all of you and I want to thank you all for your support, for having “travelled” with me until now and for the best welcome I’ve ever had.

Now I can really really say it, “The Doctor Blake Mysteries” has the best writing, the best acting and setting I’ve ever seen!

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

So I’m already feeling way better which means  and I highkey miss everyone on Tumblr, I’m still having troubles with the headcanons bit I already started writing again so they’ll be here in a few days, so in the meantime here is something that I was supposed to keep for when the Beach event finally comes up, which it will I have high hopes for you OM, I called it the Beach AU and since it won't be interesting later either I decided to just go ahead and post it.

This is only Sei’s (and Ryū) version. I have a design for Hajime but no headcanons yet.

Since their village is far from the sea the siblings have never been there before.

And since there were no pools nearby either it means that none of them actually knows how to swim.

The whole trip is an enormous hole in their budget honestly but the demons, angels and Solomon were very insistent and Sei did really want to go as well.

They had to buy a lot of things, starting with swimsuits, buoys, suncream and matching pairs of heart-shaped sunglasses who were in promotion, beach towels etc.

Fun fact, when searching for swimming trunks Ryū nearly bought a speedo, and he would've been fine woth it. Asmo stopped him and forced Ryū to go for trunks instead. He took the cheapest one, a simple pair of black trunks.

Since Sei is unable to swim but she really wants to go to the deep end of the water, swim and play in the waves with everyone, Ryū bought and forced her to carry around a frog-shaped buoy.

She’ll probably give it up a some point and hop on Beel’s, or if he is here with them, Simeon’s, back for the rest of the day.

Sei will get swimming lessons from Simeon. Beel, while being a very good swimmer, is too hard to follow.

Unless he is forced (which he will be at some point), Ryū does not go in the water. He prefers to stay on the beach with Satan and just sleep or work on how to fix that budget hole.

When he does get in the water though he’ll probably try to drown Mammon at the first chance he gets. Weirdly enough a lot of people were supportive (save the greedy boy).

Ryū has a unicorn-shaped buoy. It was the last one left for a man his size.

Both of the siblings sunburn quite easily, especially Sei. So they wear a vest or a shirt over their shoulder to keep themselves safe from the sun.

Sei dislikes the feelings of sand on her feet which is why she will most likely spend the day in the water and avoid the beach as much as necessary.

Both are extremely excited to get some ice-cream. They are extremely excited about that. Sei most likely goes for watermalon flavor, Ryū prefers lemon flavor.

They somehow have the boys pay for everything during their day at the beach. Ryū is good at bargaining and Sei has cute puppy eyes (and two boyfriends) they're unstoppable.

Sei, Beel, Mammon and Luke probably buried Belphie in the sand at some point. Asmo insisted to make him look like a mermaid, Levi took and posted the photo.

[ooohyou]

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Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. Cute little bookstore in a quaint little town. I love helping customers find the right book for their mood. I love showing cute children’s books to curious kids. I love talking with sales reps and figuring out exactly which new releases to order from them.

I also fucking hate my job.

It was ten minutes past closing time, and I had my brightest, fakest smile on while trying to get the last customer out of my store. No sir, I cannot look up a book on the computer if all you know is the cover was red when you saw a poster for it 5 years ago. No sir, “I think it was about the cold war and a detective who drank too much but maybe it was something else” does not help me at all. Look sir, all my historical thrillers are on this shelf. Does anything ring a bell? No? Was it made into a movie? You don’t know? Oooookaaaay then, I’m sorry to inform you that we are already past closing time, here’s the store number, if you remember the title give us a call and we’ll order it for you if it’s still available. Thank you, good evening to you too sir, goodbye. Yes you have your umbrella, it’s right here in your hand sir. Okay bye bye.

I sighed and gave my cashier the biggest eyeroll I could manage before locking the door and turning over the sign that previously said ‘come in, we’re open!’. I heard the coins clanking in the coin counting machine (do these have a name? I don’t know. Coin counting machine is pretty self-explanatory and I’ve never bothered to check if they were actually called that), signifying that Alice had started to sort her cash drawer. I would only need to take out the profits of the day, make sure she had enough cash for tomorrow, and send her home. I went through the motions mechanically, only thinking about the nap I was about to have in the breakroom. It was going to be glorious. I really needed it if I wanted to be alert for the night shift.

Oh, yeah. We’ve got a night shift here. It’s my store’s most… peculiar aspect. We close at 6pm, but we open again at 11, up until 5am. Then we open again at 10am. So when I said ‘nap’ earlier, I actually meant the first half of my night, since I am working both shifts. Yes, I live in my store. Please buy books instead of reading stuff on the Internet, I would really love to be able to afford another employee.

So there I was, counting money fully on autopilot, daydreaming about drinking a nice cup of herbal tea and hugging my pillow, when Alice said something that ruined my plans.

“I forgot to tell you, something weird happened when you were on break.”

I snapped out of my daydream instantly and shot her a questioning glare.

“Yeah, this old lady came in, looking for something about fairy tales. I showed her the section but she didn’t want to have a look there apparently, and she asked me about something from the back. And I was like ‘do you think we’re hiding books from our customers or something’ so I just told her everything we had was on display in the store but we could order any book we didn’t have if she wanted. And she just shook her head and mumbled something and then she handed me this pamphlet and I was like ‘okay feel free to look around’ and didn’t even look at the pamphlet before shoving it in my pocket because a kid entered the store holding an open juice box and that was a disaster waiting to happen so yeah but that was weird right?”

She had actually run out of breath by the end of her sentence, and I wasn’t surprised. I was pissed though.

“Alice for FUCKS sake. Give me the pamphlet, don’t look at it. I’ll write that you were fired because of the store’s financial situation and give you a glowing recommendation.”

All color drained from the young girl’s face. I wasn’t mad at her, but I was still mad. She was supposed to know the rules. Hell, I even had her train the temps we hired to help around Christmas time. In retrospect, it was a miracle nothing bad had happened.

Okay, I was slightly mad at her. But I really didn’t want to be.

I saw in her eyes that it had finally clicked. She understood the gravity of what she had done, and handed me a crumpled pamphlet from her pocket, making sure to avert her gaze. God damn it. She had one momentary lapse, and it cost me a good cashier. Fucking hell.

“I’m sorry…” she started.

“It’s okay Alice, you didn’t mean to. You were alone on the floor, she was an old bat, it could’ve happened to anyone. You’ll be missed around here, but please don’t visit.”

She nodded. She finally remembered the rules, and she understood that there was no other way.

I put the cash drawer in the safe while she gathered the stuff she had left in the break room. I opened the back door to light a cigarette. She had tears in her eyes as she exited the store. I gave her a smile and clasped her hands in mine.

“You were a good employee, Alice. You’ll do great in a regular bookstore. Don’t doubt yourself and avoid this street for a few weeks. Call me if you run into any trouble, okay?”

“Thank you for the opportunity, boss. I really loved working here.”

“I know you did. Now hurry home. Don’t answer to anyone knocking on your door. Be safe.”

She nodded and scurried away, her backpack bouncing with her steps. I crammed my half-finished cigarette into the already-full-but-I-keep-forgetting-to-empty-it ashtray and went back inside.

The pamphlet was sitting on top of the safe, and as I grabbed it I felt the urge to read it. Nope. In the bin you go. I was accustomed to those old tricks. First rule of working with my clientele is to know when you can’t trust your instincts because something’s fucking with them. Second rule is to trust your instincts. Confusing? Welcome to my life.

So I ended up sitting at my desk typing furiously on my computer instead of napping. I still had a few hours until night shift, but I absolutely had to start interviewing prospective employees in the next couple days – in the meantime I just had to hope one of my part-time employees would like to work a few extra hours. I just have too much work to spend all my time manning the register and keeping the tables neat. While the store isn’t that big, it still is a lot for one person.

I obviously had to update the employee rulebook as well. Just emphasize that you can’t take chances with crazy old people. You never know if they’re truly crazy or something else.

“Never accept anything a customer hands you directly if it’s not (real) money. If they’re promoting something, make them leave any cards, pamphlets, posters at the register. If you end up accepting whatever they gave you, don’t look at it, and come to me immediately.”

Yes, it’s weird. I know it’s weird. Look, I pay my employees a fair enough wage that they make sure to follow the rules. I don’t care if they think I’m crazy. I probably am. It doesn’t matter.

I pressed enter and added:

“If a customer asks if they can see what we have in the back, politely decline and offer them to order whatever book they need. If they persist, come get me.”

God damn it, Alice actually handled this part well. But she grabbed the pamphlet, and I had to protect her.

I don’t write the rules to make my employees better workers. I write them to make sure they survive. The main reason any infraction is cause for termination is that, well, it could be the cause for the actual termination of their existence on Earth. Getting fired from a job is a way better alternative.

Alice accepted the old lady’s pamphlet. It could’ve been anything else. A tissue, a cigarette, a glass of water. She unknowingly made a bargain with whatever the woman was. ‘I gave you something, now I’m free to take something’. Entities like the old lady abide by archaic rules. In a store, this is what applies. I lost a regular day customer that way. The poor lady was watching over her kid, who was merrily making a mess looking through the 3-5 years old section, when a young girl came up to her. “Look miss, look I made a drawing”, she said. My customer grabbed the piece of paper and the girl ran off. A couple days later, posters popped up everywhere in town for a missing toddler.

I was obviously pissed. I’d been waiting to see that little girl again and tell her that business rules applied only between merchant and customers and she had no right to force an innocent, unaware person into a contract. My night clientele is well aware of that, and treasure having a place to find literature enough to not risk jeopardizing the fragile balance between both worlds. Nonhumans can be facetious little shits though, and I’ve never seen that girl again. Some entities enjoy chaos just for the sake of it. This one just danced around the rules, grabbed what she wanted, and ruined two lives. My customer sank into a deep depression and ended up gouging her eyes out during a manic episode. Her toddler was never found, but I don’t think he will grow up to be a respectable, human adult.

I checked the time and decided I could get 2 hours of sleep before having to get the store ready for night shift. So obviously I went to check out who – or what – was knocking on the glass window near the entrance because who needs sleep anyway.

It was an old lady, her wrinkled bloated nose pressed against the glass, her skeletal fingers tapping against it in a rhythmical fashion that was getting on my nerves. She had piercing, blood-injected eyes that were fixed on me and a grin so large it couldn’t possibly be natural.

I didn’t have time to be scared, but I still felt the fear creeping up on my stomach, slowly making its way through my body. No matter how hard I tried to reject it, I couldn’t. Stupid human nature. I adorned my best customer service smile and walked up to the old lady.

“My apologies, you seem to be a bit early. We will be open for business at eleven.”

I didn’t need to yell. I knew she could hear me clearly in spite of the glass separating us.

One… two… three taps on the window. Her already impossibly wide grin grew even wider, revealing rotten teeth sticking out of black, putrid gums. Thick, yellowish saliva was dripping down in strands from her non-existent lips. By the time the corners of her mouth reached her temples, I was sure I would lose my fake confidence and run in the opposite direction. No matter how many times you deal with unnatural entities, being mere centimeters away from a nightmarish mouth full of rot and decay will shake you to your core. I tried to breathe calmly, being secretly thankful for the glass that separated me from what was probably the foulest smell I’d ever submitted my nose to, hoping the old lady would see me standing my ground and respect the rules of business. I could deal with her inside my bookstore, where she would be a customer. I just needed to stay brave and meet her transfixed, unwavering gaze. Her eyes were more blood vessels than pupils, and I found myself focusing on those instead of whatever was moving in her mouth. I did not want to see her tongue, not after seeing the state of her teeth. And I sure as hell did not want to see whatever I clearly caught moving around her mouth if it wasn’t her tongue. No, her eyes were scary but I could deal with them, no matter how unsettling it was to see them bulge in and out of her head in a slow motion, almost as if they were breathing. The glass became foggier and foggier on her side due to her heavy, animalistic panting, but I kept my gaze straight, only catching glimpses of fog and movement in my peripheral visions. If I were to treat her like an animal, I needed to assert myself as the alpha. I don’t yield to rude, entitled customers, and I wouldn’t yield to rude, entitled nonhumans breaching the unspoken contract that allowed them to enjoy my store.

After what felt like forever, she stopped tapping on the window. Her grin reverted back to a normal, almost friendly smile. She blinked, soggy wrinkled eyelids covering those eyes I had stared at for far too long.

“I guess I’ll see you when you’re open, then”. In spite of the glass panel separating us, I felt her putrid breath against my ear as she whispered her parting words.

Just like that, she turned and left.

Understandably, I was not looking forward to seeing her during the night shift. My regular customers were unsettling enough, I did not want to add the batshit-insane-nightmarish-grandma to the list.

I’m a business owner. The customer may not be always right, but they are always my priority. I will have to open tonight, because while some may not consider books to be a necessity, I guarantee you that it is vital not only for my business, but for some of my night customers that I open every night. I complain about my life a lot, but some of them face issues they can’t simply look up on the internet nor ask a friend or even a therapist. They may urgently need something from the night inventory, and I will do my best to provide it for them. I’ve always loved being a bookseller, but helping nonhumans find whatever fits their very specific needs has given me a sense of purpose I’m not ready to give up just yet.

I will open tonight. And I will protect my business and its rules, to ensure that I can open tomorrow night.

(Note: edited some words to fit in with the location LOL)

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

What Might Have Been - 11

(From my ongoing fic using @goodomenscelebration‘s theme prompts. This one is a bit lighter, but the next few will bring the angst again.)

Masterlist of previous parts here. 

Old-Fashioned

Aziraphale stared at the sleeping angel. He’d never even asked her name. It hadn’t mattered, really.

He hated how callous that sounded. That was what Heaven had always wanted him to be, for six thousand years. Callous, disinterested, distanced from the beings who surrounded him, tending to them without caring, like a farmer preparing animals for slaughter. Until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t ignore the pain. Couldn’t pretend it – they – everything – didn’t matter.

With a sigh, he walked over to the window, looking out across the remains of the shattered city.

Crowley’s the one who taught me, he thought, tugging at the curtain. What matters. What doesn’t. If the Aziraphale of this world had never learned…what did that mean? Did Crowley not exist? He didn’t know how these other worlds worked, but surely there couldn’t be an Aziraphale and no Crowley. The thought was too wretched to consider.

She’d said there were still humans out there, somewhere. New Eden. Under the thumb of the Archangels. Were they any kinder in this world than his own? It didn’t seem likely.

Six millennia of hard-won empathy. If he just walked away, could he say he’d changed at all?

“Don’t be a fool,” Aziraphale told himself. “This isn’t your world. It’s not your responsibility. Crowley must have come by now. You need to find him and get back home. Where you belong.”

He paused to adjust the blanket over the sleeping angel. She’d stay unconscious for at least a day, and he’d shielded her enough to ensure she wasn’t interrupted. After that, she’d be on her own.

Nothing more to do here, Aziraphale began searching for a way outside.

--

Halfway back to the villages of the South Downs, Aziraphale saw shapes moving in the sky.

Angels. Probably.

He fluttered down to land next to an abandoned car, rusted through so that he could tell nothing about it except that it was smaller than the Bentley.

Hundreds of angels, it appeared, weaving in a grid over the South Downs. Searching.

But not, he thought, searching for him.

A few shot by nearly overhead. He couldn’t get a good look at them, but it was enough to jog his memory. Cream jacket, gold buttons shining. Two rows. Winged pins at the collar. Tartan kilt. And a white pith helmet to complete the look.

One piece of glass still survived in the car’s wing mirror, which he used to inspect the result. The tartan had come out a little off – he’d tried to imitate a basic foot soldier’s pattern, but instead it was just his own with a bit more gold woven in. That might stand out.

Well, it he was going that route already, may as well give himself a promotion. He added some gold braid to his epaulettes, a smattering of ribbon bars on his chest, nothing too ostentatious. A bottom-choir angel, but one with an exemplary record. Perfect.

He almost wished he’d taken the other angel’s sword, but he was happier without it. Besides, she would almost certainly return to the fight before she’d even fully recovered. She needed it more than he did.

“Alright. A message. Just delivering a message. Top Secret. Priority. Yes.” Don’t overthink it, as Crowley habitually reminded him when Aziraphale’s cover stories became more complex than the plots of his favorite thrillers.

He kicked off from the ground and flew directly towards the other angels, hands out so they could see he was unarmed.

“Halt!” one shouted, almost immediately.

Aziraphale spread his wings to hover in the air and immediately wished he hadn’t. Six thousand years on Earth, certain muscles were far out of practice, and really, these wings weren’t designed for hovering even in the best of circumstances.

“Identify yourself!” another angel snapped.

“Kasbeel, Third Warden of the Fourth Heaven, Second Battalion, Fourth Platoon, recently transferred from Fourth Battalion, Third Platoon. Messenger of –” he hesitated for half a second, because messengers weren’t numbered. “—of, er, Venus.” He threw up his hand into what he hoped was the correct salute for his alleged station.

The other two angels glanced at each other. “Third Battalion you say?”

“No, Second Battalion, though, previously, I was in the Fourth Battalion, though, interestingly, when I was first created –”

“Alright,” the angel on the right said, saluting him back, “we don’t need your life story. But you can’t come through here. This area is under containment.”

“Really?” Aziraphale asked, trying to look as though he knew nothing relevant. “Why would it be under containment?”

“That’s classified.”

“Ah. Well. I need to come through here. I have a message. Information on the most recent troop movements, for…” another hesitation. Gabriel’s name would get him anywhere, assuming Gabriel wasn’t currently in Heaven and willfully ignoring such petty details as death tolls and battle formations, which sounded very probable. Michael would work as well, but there was a chance she – or Uriel, or Sandalphon – was leading the charge back over the sea. If he gave the wrong name, they would know. “…for headquarters.” There was always a headquarters.

“That sounds very important,” said the angel on the left. “You still can’t come through here.”

“Classified,” the angel on the right added.

“But you don’t understand! I need to deliver this message as quickly as possible. Do you know how many battles have turned based solely on the arrival of timely information?”

“How many?”

“Lots! Think of the Battle of Marathon! The Charge of the Light Brigade, though that’s really more of a counterexample. Er.” Aziraphale was already near the end of his scanty military knowledge, but the two angels looked baffled already. “The Battle of the Iron Gate! The War of the Outlaws! The Boston Molasses Flood! The Great Wrath!”

“Did you say Molasses?”

Perhaps he’d overplayed it a bit. “Many died at the hands of Distilled Purity.”

The two angels exchanged another glance. He wished their faces weren’t so carefully blank. “I suppose you’re correct,” the one on the left started, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“We can take the message and deliver it for you. To save time.”

“You can’t,” Aziraphale jumped in, a little too quickly.

Now he could read their expressions: obvious suspicion. “Why not?”

“It’s…classified.”

“I can carry a sealed container without opening it,” pointed out the angel on the left.

“There is no physical message. I have it…memorized.”

“You have all the troop movements memorized?” The angel on the right had graduated from suspicion to downright distrust.

“Yes. Which is why I need to deliver it soon, before the memories start to decay.”

The angel on the right leaned closer. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Kasbeel, Third Warden of –”

“And what does your name mean?”

“Er.” Aziraphale glanced at the swarms of angels fluttering around the South Downs. “You know, I’m starting to think it would be much simpler to go around. Yes. Far less hassle. No tedious bureaucracy or other nonsense. I’ll just be on my way. Toodle-pip!”

He spun and folded his wings, gliding and diving above the twisted motorway. As near as he could tell, no one was following him.

With one last flutter of aching wings, Aziraphale settled down beside another rusted-out car. He stretched and flexed his wings, which had not been used this much since before the atmosphere was formed. The one on the right had developed something like a cramp. “Perhaps I’ll walk for a bit. Old-fashioned footwork and all that.” With one last arch of his back, he tucked his wings away and started walking, eyes still scanning the sky for any sign of pursuit.

Which was why he almost missed the sounds from the road up ahead. Voices, not loud, but numerous. Traveling in the same direction as he.

Crouching behind another car, Aziraphale watched them. Twenty, thirty – likely more – humans, traveling in a pack. A few had children, including the young woman at the back with short, dark hair. All of them were smudged with dirt, exhausted, and moving as fast as they could.

He shot another glance back towards the South Downs. There wasn’t much he could do to try and meet up with Crowley, not until the angels found whatever they were searching for. Assuming they weren’t searching for beings from another world, as that would make things immensely awkward.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Crowley was here. Crowley would find him. And in the meantime, a bit of detective work was in order.

A wave of his hands turned the battle outfit back to his usual suit. He did his best to shield himself, just in case, but it wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny. Hopefully the humans would be too distracted to notice his aura. Hopefully there would be no angels or demons.

“Right,” he muttered, adjusting his waistcoat and straightening his tie. “Time to get a few answers.”

--

(Kasbeel, according to my dictionaries of angels, means “He Who Lies to God.” Seemed accurate.)

[jungkooks-left-tiddie]

Time to celebrate. Alexa, play baby shark

You can find the Wattpad version here

Warnings:  Mild cursing, mentions of strict parents, Maths.

Words: Almost 3k words (I know, I snapped)

Meghana

August 28th, 2020; 1:30pm

Manama, Bahrain.

Meghana was bored. Physics was a confusing subject as it is, and her teacher was not making it any better. To top all of this off, she needed to ace this class to keep taking her honours classes. So yeah, she was grumpy. The only thing keeping her going was that the weekend was nearing. 

Her phone was vibrating wildly and she took a look at the conversation happening in the group. It seemed like the spontaneous road trip plan was still under heavy discussion. She smiled for a second, but faltered when she realised that the possibility of her going to this trip was little to none.

‘Don’t get you hopes high,’ She thought to herself, heaving a heavy sigh as she thought over on how she could ask her parents, and more importantly; how they’d react to it. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she completely missed out on the last lesson for the week.

"Thank you, children, and have a happy weekend!" Her teacher ended the meeting. 

Meghana closed the laptop and started grumbling under her breath, getting started on one of the 10 worksheets she had due this week. 

"Happy weekend, my ass. You gave us so much homework, I'd die by the time I'm done with it," She muttered under her breath and caught up with the conversation in the group chat. The road trip was still under heavy discussion. She unlocked her phone and read the texts. 

'Fuck! I did not think this through,' Meghana started panicking. There was absolutely NO way her parents would let her go at this time of the year. Only someone like the Prime Minister of India inviting her could only persuade them.

Meghana tossed her phone aside and made her way to the dining hall.

"Oh you're here; your dad's coming in a few minutes, so just wait here. we have something to tell you," Her mother went back to the kitchen to get some cutlery. Meghana made a face and sat in her seat. 

'ugh, its going to be another party right,' She tilted her head back and groaned loudly. 

Her parents had a very concerning track record of attending stupid parties, the kind of ones where people invite each other to:

a) boast about their new promotion

b) boast about their children's grades or achievements.

Meghana had no doubt it was the latter, and almost cried. The parties in question were extremely uncomfortable and downright annoying. And that wasn't even the worst part. These 'parties', if she could call it, are hosted at the end of every week.

EVERY. FUCKING. WEEK.

And the only person she had for company-- also the only one who wasn't a snob-- was her brother's best friend, Mark Woo.

"How many times have I told you not to groan and stretch in front of food?" She jumped as her father put his briefcase down and sat at the dining table.

"Yeah, yeah," She dismissed him and served herself some food. Throughout the entirety of lunch, Meghana was thinking over the topics her parents could use to brag this time. Is it going to be her exam grades, or is it the results of the IMUN she participated in?

"Ok so," Meghana's dad suddenly put his spoon down- "Your mom and I have something to tell you," Your brother looked up from his food at the serious tone your father was using.

"I have something to ask you as well," Meghana swallowed her food and took a big gulp of water.

"Go ahead, we're listening."

"So a couple of my friends were planning a road trip to Europe," She looked up to see their reactions and continued, "Basically, we land in Germany and then drive from there," Again, no reaction. "And I was wondering if I could go...?" Meghana looked at them with a hopeful glance.

"A road trip sounds cool," Her elder brother finally spoke.

"It does, but I'm going to need more details. For starters, is there going to be an adult there? If so, I want to speak to them, and the supplies, money, and obviously accommodation, all of that. After then we can come to a decision," Her father concluded.

Meghana was elated. This may not sound like much, but at least her father had given this trip a chance. And that made all the difference.

"Well coming back to what your dad and I wanted to tell you; we're going to India for a few months," Her mother stated, finishing up her meal.

"Yes, we have some business there; some bank-related stuff and all." Her father stood up to put his plate back in the sink.

"Wait," Meghana sat up again, "So we're not going to the weekend party?"

"Of course not, don't be silly. The Mehra's never host a party on the last Saturday of the month, did you not get the memo in the group?" Bold of them to assume she read the messages in that stupid group.

"Now we are sure your brother will manage--" You rolled your eyes 'of course he will' "Your trip proposal, however, I have to think about. In the meantime, you will ask one of the adults to speak with me."

"Yes dad," Meghana dragged herself back to her room and texted the 'adults' in the group and requested them to talk with her father.

Meghana plugged her phone in the charger and spent the rest of her day finishing up her homework. It was exhausting to have to finish more than 10 assignments in one day, but she knew she had to do it. 'For the grades' she thought, filing her work after it was completed. She then sat for a while in complete silence, before slapping herself a few times and getting back to her writing.

"You do know dad will question them like they are wanted criminals before he makes a decision, right?" Her brother barged in her room and flopped on her bed.

"I am aware. Could you kindly show yourself out?"

"Wow, there's no need to be so nice to me today." He joked, pulling her hair and leaning down to see what progress she made.

"Did I ever mention you suck at maths?"

"Yes. Please get out. I need to finish this and submit it today."

"Let's make a deal. I'll help you with your assignments and you give me ladies advice." He brought one of his palms to shake. Meghana looked at him warily.

"Why? And who is this lady?" She gasped in realisation at his silence. "It's Priya, isn't it? What do you plan on doing, huh?" She punched him hardly.

"OuCH NOthiNG LADY. Oof; I just want to take her out sometime," She stared at him as he rubbed his arm.

"I don't trust you," She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I give you full rights to assassinate me if I do anything inappropriate."

"..."

"Please?" He pouted. Meghana wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I'm your brother, you have to trust me..., at least a little."

"Look, its not that I don't trust you or anything, but I just don't want her to get her hopes up and be hurt later," Meghana's brother looked downcast.

Guilt was eating Meghana up and eventually reached the part of her brain where she made all her rational decisions. "How do I know whether you're telling the truth or not?"

"What, you want me to write up a contract that I should sign on to swear my secrecy?" That actually seemed like a pretty good idea.

"Yes. I want you to sign a document in which you swear not to misuse any information I might give you." Her brother thought she was joking.

"You know what? I will. I will write that document if it means that I can potentially ask Priya out." To Meghana's surprise, her brother actually wrote a fairly decent document that he later signed on.

"Now are you satisfied?" He asked her, after calling her a sadist, (which she never responded to).

"Ugh, fine. But only because you deadass wrote a contract." Her brother laughed annoyingly. "Will you still help me with maths?" She asked shamelessly, running a hand through her hair.

"Yeah, wouldn't want mom and dad to be embarrassed at those stupid end of the week parties,"

Her brother just shook his head and sat down to help her with her assignments; and soon enough she was almost done! She did have her huge democratic politics paper to write, but she chose to help her brother with ladies advice instead.

"So I shouldn't make sex jokes?"

"I'm not saying that," Meghana's brother frowned in confusion.

"Then what are you implying, woman?"

"I just asked you to keep it respectful. I didn't ask you to stop; even the principal knows Priya likes your weird sex jokes," For the first time in her 16 years of living, Meghana saw her brother blush.

"I never make disrespectful jokes. I make small penis jokes, yes; but nothing more than that,"

"I'm sorry. I just assumed college boys were like, you know,,,"

"Yeah," He began, frowning again at the assumption, "But I really want Priya to like me you know?" He flopped back on her bed, acting like a lovesick puppy.

"I can see that. I think this is the first time I saw you blush that much when I mentioned a girl's name," She laughed, clearly amused. "And that is why I have decided to support your relationship, even though I am extremely suspicious of you." She nodded her head determinedly.

Meghana's brother laughed. "Ok you idiot,"

She still had the determined look on her face, "Tell me what you want to know."

True to their words, the siblings helped each other out; although not pleasant, but the effort is what counts, right?

"I think someone sent you a message, your phone is almost ready to become a Bollywood dancer," Her brother unplugged her phone from the charger and handed it to her. "I'll be in my room if you need anything."

"Believe me, I won't." Meghana scoffed jokingly, taking her her phone from her brother's hands.

"Rude," he scoffed and left her room, only to poke his head back in. "Best of luck my dude. Dad's gonna murder you if you don't let him talk to those 'adults' soon. Here's to hoping I don't become an only child." Her brother saluted her mockingly. She flipped him off and read the texts she's received, hoping with all her might that they'd agree to talk to her dad.

She quickly responded to her friend and opened the texts she'd received from Kavya.

'Oh thank god!' Relieved that Kavya had responded, Meghana quickly ran to the hall and called Kayva's number.

"Hello, Meghana? This you?"

"Yeah, thank you so much for calling"

"No worries, is your father there?" Meghana said yes and handed her phone to her father, exiting the hall as he made shooing motions towards her.

"Tensed?" Her brother annoyingly asked her again.

"Don't even get me started. I was so tensed, I didn't even read the new chapters of my Sukka fan fiction!" Her brother shook his head.

"I will never understand your obsession with Zuko and Sokka,"

"You watch the series and you'll get it too, like Zuko is absolutely--"

"Please stop. I'm in no moods for your 'Why Zuko is an amazing character' rants again." Meghana was highkey offended.

"Fine then, don't blame me if step-1 of your 'asking Priya out' plan fails then," She walked back in her room with a smug grin on her face.

"Wait, you can't do that!"

"Watch me bitch," Meghana was enjoying her brother beg for something when her father called her from the hall.

"Meghana!"

"Yes, papa?"

"I talked to your friend,"

"...And?"

"I'm still thinking." Meghana frowned slightly.

"That's ok... thinking is good..?" She was always awkward with her father, but this conversation deserved an award of its own.

"...Yes, yes it is. Although, I was under the impression that I was going to speak to 2 people?" Meghana was about to reply when her phone ping-ed loudly. She excused herself for a minute and opened the texts.

She thanked the stars for Hadi's impeccable timing and told her father that the 'other friend' was also ready to speak to him. This time, however; she left the hall without her father shooing away.

'It seemed obvious he was going to do it anyways, so what's the point in staying there?' She thought to herself, entering her brother's room to try and see what he was up to.

"....I don't know, dude. Maybe we should ask your sister, she knows this kind of stuff way better than us..." Meghana heard someone speaking as she sat on her brother's messy bed.

"Ask me what?" The two men in question jumped at her voice.

"GOoDNEsS womAN! Don't sneak up on us like that!" Her brother patted his chest, almost having a heart attack at her sudden presence.

"Sorry," She said sheepishly, and smiled at the person next to her brother. "Hey Mark!"

"Hey," He smiled and gave her a small wave. She wanted to ask him how he'd come in, considering that the intercom didn't ring even one; but she looked around the room, and sure enough, she spotted his shoes below the window.

"So what did you want to ask me?" She walked over to the desk where her brother and Mark were seated. Meghana's brother was very hesitant to answer her question and instead, nudged Mark slightly, who seemed a bit taken aback.

"Huh, oh... erm... Madhav wanted me to help him with the editing for his thumbnail, but as you can clearly see, his editing sucks," Mark winced as Meghana's brother elbowed him sharply. "So I suggested asking you, since you can do it much better than him," He continued, rubbing his side.

"Only if you want to, of course." Meghana thought about it for a moment and looked at the edit to see whether it was really that bad.

"Fuck, this is disastrous," She frowned, examining the edit. "What happened to Dennis?" She asked, referring to her brother's friend; the one that she did not have a crush on, and most importantly, the one who edited the thumbnails for her brother's videos.

"He's down with the flu, so he has to rest for at least 3 weeks." Mark explained, frowning.

"That really sucks, but fine, I'll help you." Meghana couldn't stop feeling that she dug herself a hole deep enough to bury the entire country in, but it was all worth it when she saw that stupid grin on Mark's face.

"Really!? Thank you so much!" Oh, right. Her brother was there too.

"Damn I'm feeling really generous today. I helped you two times? That's gotta be a new record." she blew on her nails. "Let's just hope dad says yes to the whole road trip thing,"

"Wait, road trip?" Mark looked extremely confused.

"Yeah, some of my friends were planning on going on a road trip across Europe." She explained.

"That seems really cool!"

"It is, and I hope dad lets me go--" And because of what seemed like amazing timing, (but is actually poorly structured plot convenience), her father walked in.

"What are you doing in Madhav's room?" Her father looked surprised. "Oh, and hello Mark," He acknowledged Mark's presence, nodding in his direction.

"Oh I was just helping Mark and Madhav with some professional-level editing, why?"

"Could you come to the hall for a minute?" Meghana nodded and followed her father out of the room, not before sharing a knowing glance with her brother.

"If I die, please play dynamite during my funeral," She whispered to him.

"I don't want to risk you coming back alive, sorry." If Meghana could, she would respond, but she had to follow her dad to the hall to hear his final verdict.

She mentally played the Battle of Hogwarts background music.

'This is it.' She thought. 'It all comes down to this. Either he says yes, or no. And don't be disappointed if he says no.' Meghana was prepared for the worst.

"I talked with your friends and I've made a decision," Her father's voice brought her back to reality.

"You can go." He sighed deeply, "But," Meghana stopped her internal celebration. "You will not do anything that you shouldn't be doing, is that clear?" She nodded vigorously.

"I've never been the one to do irresponsible things, you know that, right?" Her father sighed and nodded.

"I know, but it's my duty as a father to tell you this," He patted Meghana on her shoulder. "The outside world is a messed up place, and I don't want you to make any rash decisions. But you've earned this one. Truly." He smiled at her. "Think of it as a late 'good job on your exams' present. But all said and done, start packing now, you'll be leaving on the 31st."

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A/N:

Me when I thought I could finish this chapter in midst my exams and assignments: 🤡

But I'm glad this one's finally over, so now I can focus on the next turtles, and I promise I'll be consistent with the updates 🤡✌🏽

I hope you enjoy this chapter, (please do. I was severely sleep deprived writing this)

Until next time, though

M ❤️.

[mittensmorgul]

I'm sure you're overwhelmed with asks, so if this drowns no worries! Just wondering your thoughts on how much Dean was eating this ep, bacon, hot dog, that other thing I missed, also casually drinking from a flask in the afternoon. Usually he is a drown in whisky guy, but switched to food for this one, would you count that as growth? Or was it meant to drive home the "meat man" thing? Both?

heck hi! I fully intend to write about this when I get to my rewatch notes. Which I’m hopefully gonna be starting here in a bit, but it’ll probably take me until tomorrow to get all the way through it.

I’ve reblogged a lot of other posts that have touched on it since you sent this message last night (sorry for the delay!), so I hope some of those have helped tide you over in the meantime. :D

But heck YES. There’s so many past episodes where Dean has sat eating a pile of bacon, and it’s almost universally been a Grief Bacon situation. 13.05, hung over and eating Mt. Baconmore wearing sunglasses at breakfast, just hours before he literally kills himself out of grief. 13.14, where he declares that if bacon is the thing that kills him, then he wins-- with the whole mission with Cas to kill Gog and Magog and “I don’t get words wrong” and their COMPLETE BREAKDOWN OF COMMUNICATION before they headed out about why Cas felt he was brought back-- for the mission, to protect jack, and dean had zero to do with it and was not enough of a reason, or possibly not even a reason AT ALL. 

Bacon is a Sad Thing for Dean. Literally kummerspeck.

And this is how Dean behaves (looking back at like 13.05 and all the things Sam tried to do for him to “cheer him up” or whatever, but also at like 12.18 where he’s nearly sacrificed to an old god at a meat packing plant and goes on and on about meat at a time when Cas wasn’t answering his calls and had disappeared from his life again). He eats his feelings. Bacon, waffles, chili fries, burgers, pie, donuts, croissookies... he’s an equal opportunity indulger.

I just reblogged a post about the other thing he was eating-- PRETZELS. He just stood there, casually munching pretzels. I mean, where did he even GET this food? The pretzels OR the hot dog? Like???

But the bacon was the most interesting scene of all to me, not only for his repeated declarations that he’s the “Meat Man,” but for his entire interaction with Sam about it, and what it says about their relationship as a whole.

Sam... is an adult man. And yet for some reason he’s been asking DEAN to buy veggie bacon for him? And rather than giving up on ever converting Dean to his “hippie Sarah McLachlan grass-eater crap,” which Dean mouthed along to word for word so this is clearly Dean’s stance on it, Sam continues to just bemoan the fact that he’ll never have his veggie bacon himself. He’s missing the entire point that Dean shouldn’t have to provide it for him, nor should Dean’s refusal to buy it mean that Sam can’t choose it for himself. Nor does it mean that Dean should change what HE likes to accommodate what Sam wants.

But it’s more than that, because Sam had to go and hang multiple bacon-flavored lampshades for us in this episode. He insisted that Dean must not know what “Meat Man” actually means, or that Dean somehow doesn’t realize what it sounds like when he says it. Dean actually sits there for a second before replying that yes, he knows exactly what it means. He’s coded veggie bacon as female, going so far to tie it specifically to Sarah McLachlan, who among other things is known for the Lilith Fair promoting an all-female lineup. Also, possibly her biggest/best known song was called “Angel” and makes EVERYONE cry, I mean... talk about a multi-layered reference here for what’s actually underlying dean’s issues here.

And Dean is perfectly comfortable admitting to Sam that yes, he does know exactly what it means, and he’s gonna keep eating his man meat. Because he’s the meat man. Meanwhile, that’s not what Sam wants for himself, and Dean will never provide for him what he wants, because Sam is a grown-ass man who can provide for himself, and yet he isn’t. Because like Dean was in early s13, and early s14 for a different reason, Sam is drowning in his memories (inflamed by his current weird dreams that he’s still unaware are probably a direct result of his God Wound), and no matter what he does, he’s not feeling better about any of it. The relief he’d hoped would come from “winning” here hasn’t materialized, because a) the cost was too high for him to accept it as a true win with Rowena’s apparent death, and 2) he doesn’t yet know that he hasn’t actually won and is still trapped in Chuck’s story, like Dean didn’t realize he was still trapped in Michael’s fake Rocky’s bar in 14.10.

Heck this is a lot of symbolism to put on food, isn’t it?

Dean got all excited about a BEAVER while eating those pretzels. And he actually got to have a conversation with Toby the dude in the beaver suit while eating the hot dog. And he declared it all awesome.

But that conversation at the crime scene when Dean took a drink from his flask? That’s the pin that holds the rest together. Because it was about Sam as much as Dean. I really need to go back and watch the scene and quote lines, but I don’t have time right now, so I’ll sum it up as Sam finally FINALLY realizing that no matter how much he wishes he could, he can no longer run away and pretend that the monsters aren’t out there. He can’t just go off and live behind a white picket fence with some random woman and pretend his entire life hadn’t happened, like he’s tried to do in the past-- where we found him in the pilot living with Jessica and pretending to be normal, or like he tried to do with Amelia for a year without ever telling her the truth about his life. It had never truly worked for him in the past, and it took him until now to truly admit that to himself. Which... is good, because character growth, but so painful to him that it’s only adding to his current suffering.

okay, I gotta run, but I do actually have more to say about this in context of the episode, but this is a good start. So i’m gonna post it :D

[svtmatokis]

Mingyu Office AU! P9 FINAL

Hello my dear readers,...I feel like I have dragged this on long enough and I know that this needs to come to an end.

This past summer I had the opportunity to travel for work which put a pause on all my writing since I had to leave my laptop at home and then it broke so I had to send it into the shop which caused this blog to go on pause. When I got back, I had to get my barrings together (I still am) and had to find a job. All the while, I was working on little pieces I have yet to post. 

In order to keep this blog alive, I’ve written and qued a few posts throughout the next few weeks so I can focus on my life while still keeping this blog active so please look out for this >< 

I’m sorry that the writing had to take a hold but I have to get my life together first in order to produce good product so I hope y’all understand. In the meantime, I hope you guys enjoy the final part of this AU! and look out for other stories coming soon!

Pairing: Reader x Mingyu

Parts:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - FINAL

Words: 3342

The next morning, you woke up in the arms of Mingyu and felt completely content. You looked up at his sleeping face and couldn’t help but brush a piece of hair that had fallen into his face.

“He looks like a sleeping prince…”you whispered as you caressed his cheek amazed that he hadn’t woken up.

You were about to snuggle back in his chest before a persistent knock on the door made you shoot up which made you look at the clock. 

“Who could be awake at this hour?” you muttered seeing that it was only 8am on a Saturday.

Prying yourself out of Mingyu’s arms, you threw on a robe before checking your hair and went to answer the door and you were shocked to see who was on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” you asked once you opened the door shocked to see Yanan who seemed like he hadn’t slept.

You hadn’t seen him since confrontation with Mei Wei and it was to your knowledge that he was back in China along with the rest of the associates so what was he doing here after a month? 

“Good morning.” he said smiling as if nothing had happened between the two of you and you glared.

“You should not be here. Does Luhan know you’re here?” you asked again and Yanan shook his head.

“I had a business meeting with some investors this week...I tried calling you but your phone kept going to voicemail and I’m on my way to the airport so I thought I would stop by.” he said looking down, “Y/N…I want to explain..” 

“Explain what? How you cheated on me behind my back for three years? With the adopted daughter of the China head nonetheless? How you manipulated half the people in our office to believe that I was the bad guy? What do you have to explain Yanan?” you asked as your voice got louder by the second.

“You don’t understand Y/N, If you-” Yanan started but you cut him off. You were pissed that he showed up without warning.

“I, what Yanan.” you demanded, “If I didn’t put my career first things would’ve worked out? If I jumped into bed with you sooner you wouldn’t have cheated because you couldn’t keep it in your pants? Tell me Yanan, how is this my fault?” 

“Mei Wei was there during a hard time..” he muttered looking down.

“Yes because I wasn’t” you retorted with a roll of your eyes, “I apologize for putting myself first to establish my goals in life. All the while helping YOU with various projects as you fucked Mei Wei behind my back.” You let out an exhausted sigh, “This conversation is over. Please leave before I have to call the police to report you for trespassing. Anything we had in the past is done and we definitely have nothing for the future.” you stated before attempting to close the door but Yanan grabbed your arm to prevent you from going anywhere.

“Let me go!” you almost yelled but took into account that you did not want Mingyu to wake up so you kept your voice to a minimum.

“Y/N, Meiwei has evidence that could make you come back to the China office. You’re in violation of your contract and can literally have you kicked out of the Seoul office and she will make sure that you never work for an agency again if you don’t come back.” Yanan explained and you scoffed.

“Are you serious? Did you not remember the conversation from a few weeks ago? I TERMINATED my contract with the China office in order to avoid all the harassment from YOUR friends because someone found out that I was being offered the S.A position before anyone else found out. Gosh, you really don’t know what that little witch did do you?” you asked with disbelief as you shook your hand out of his grip. “I would rather quit the agency as a whole then go back to the China office.” 

Yanan looked at you in disbelief, “You don’t mean that. Y/N, everyone misses you. I miss you and we all just want you to come back. The office really isn’t the same without you.”

“And you’re also delusional, now leave before I call Mingyu.” you threatened and Yanan scoffed before his eyes widened seeing the named man leaning shirtless against your bedroom doorway behind you who looked like he had just woken up. Which was caused by, 1. He noticed that your side of the bed was cold and 2. There was yelling out in the living room.

Before Yanan could say anything, Mingyu turned around and went back into your bedroom quietly and shut the door and he stood in disbelief with the thought of you allowing Mingyu to stay the night in your dorm which he never had the opportunity to do when you were together.

“Mei Wei’s going to get you fired Y/N….” Yanan tried again, “Think about your career…think about how you will survive?” he tried to reason almost pleading..

“Are you seriously threatening me right now? Leave.” you said shoving him out the door, “I never want to see you again, don’t contact me, don’t send a carrier pigeon, a smoke signal or anything. You and I are done.” 

You then slammed the door in his face as you heard him protesting and you let out a frustrated sigh before taking a deep breath and attempting to calm yourself down. This was too much for a morning and all you wanted to do was crawl back into bed and snuggle against your boyfriend.

As you approached the bedroom door, you heard Mingyu’s voice and it sounded like he was on the phone.

“Great, I’ll see you at the meeting to finalize the decision.”

“ No, I’ll be busy all day with Y/N so you won’t hear from me till then.’

“Great have a good weekend.”

You took that as the end of the conversation and slowly opened the door to see your shirtless boyfriend wearing the sweatpants he had left at your place sitting at the edge of your bed looking wide awake.

As if sensing your presence, he looked up from his position and smiled.

“Good morning beautiful.” he said getting up to wrap his arms around you, bringing you into his embrace and giving you a kiss on the forehead and suddenly, you felt all the tension ease within your body and you leaned up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

“Good morning” you whispered and rested your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair while placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “Did I wake you up?” 

“The voices from the living room woke me up. Who was it?” he asked pretending not to know and he felt your body tense again, so he continued to run his fingers through your hair and you let out a semi-exhausted sigh.

“Yanan…” you answered and Mingyu tensed.

“What did he want?” he asked pretending he had not heard the conversation through the door earlier. He could not believe that Yanan would threaten you like that let alone continue with his lies.

“Didn’t you hear?” you muttered and he sighed nodding.

“You know he has nothing on you right? Everything you have with our office is legitimate. I confirmed that tidbit with Luhan earlier on. You’re safe here.” he said and you sighed.

“I know...it’s just…” you let out a semi frustrated growl, “I hate how everything follows me. It’s not my fault...nothing is. I was doing what I did best but it’s because of THEM that I can’t live peacefully..it’s so bloody frustrating.” 

“It will all be taken care of soon babe...I promise you. They won’t bother you again if I have anything to do with it.” Mingyu reassured and you looked up at him.

“Will you have anything to do with it?” you asked and he gave you one of his cheeky grins.

“We’ll just have to wait and see but right now, I just want to spend my day with you doing what you want to do.” he said.

“So we can stay in and watch movies all day?” you asked and he nodded.

“I already got supplies for a few snacks so why don’t I cook up some breakfast and while you set up the living room, I’ll get the snacks ready.” He said leaning down to kiss your nose.

“Deal” you giggled as he kissed your nose before your lips met once again in a sweet kiss. 

A few days later, you were at the office having lunch with Joshua, Chan and Dahyun since Mingyu was away that day for the monthly board meeting with his family.

“So from what I can see, the project is going smoothly and we should be able to have it completed within the next two weeks.” Joshua said happily, “Good job everyone.” 

“It’s really all because of Y/N and Mingyu. We’re just glad we had the opportunity to work with both of them.” Chan said as Dahyun nodded in agreement.

“You all worked hard and you two are extremely hardworking. I’ll be sure to put in a good word with your team leaders.” you said with a smile. 

As you walked back to the office, Dahyun stopped you along the way asking if you two could have a quick chat.

Though you weren’t familiar with her, you knew from Kyulkyung that Dahyun had been working towards a promotion recently and had an inkling as to what she wanted to talk about and agreed to meet with her after work.

The two of you sat at a coffee shop nearby the office and you waited for Dahyun to speak as she played with her cup nervously.

“I just...wanted to thank you.” she started and you were taken back. You did not expect that at all.

“It’s no problem...I told you earlier at lunch. You’re a hard worker and I saw that over the last few weeks…” you said, “But that’s not what you were wanting to talk about.” 

Dahyun shook her head.

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the last few weeks...and after working with your team, I started thinking that…” she started and you smiled.

“That marketing isn’t for you?” you asked and she looked up at you shocked.

“Will Kyulkyung be mad?” Dahyun asked suddenly and you laughed.

“Mad that you’ve decided that your department isn’t where you want to be?” you asked and Dahyun nodded her head.

“Of course she wouldn’t be mad. I know the promotion you’re working towards Dahyun. I know that it can take you in two different directions and you’re leaning towards the other option now arent you.” 

Dahyun nodded again.

“I can’t say much...but you and Nayeon were head to head for the promotion. Kyulkyung tested both of you and she gave you a chance. Just know that okay?” you said with a smile, “She’ll be happy with whatever you go with. Remember, she didn’t start out in marketing either.”

“So she’d be okay with it?” Dahyun asked and you nodded.

“Of course…,she may be tough on you guys but she’s tough for good reason. Just talk to her when the time comes and I’m sure she’ll understand.” you said with a grin as you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Mingyu. “Hey” 

“Hey” he said leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You weren’t at the office and Kyulkyung said I’d find you here.” he then looked at Dahyun and gave her a nod.

“Just having a chat with our junior. How was your doctors appointment?” you asked and Dahyun could only watch the interactions between the two of you with a smile.

“Everything is well and taken care of.” Mingyu responded taking a seat next to you, “what were you two talking about?”

You looked at Dahyun as if asking if you could share with Mingyu and she nodded.

“We might have a Minghao on our hands if you know what I mean.” you responded simply and Mingyu grinned.

“Seriously? That’s great. We need more females in our department.” he said, “You’ll be a shoe in for sure. Considering who you were up against anyways not that your work ethic didn’t show anything at all either.”

Dahyuns smile grew at Mingyu’s praise and she thanked him.

The three of you spent the rest of the evening talking and really getting to know each other before Chan, Jun and Minghao came since you were all meeting for dinner. You even went as far as to invite Dahyun with you and she agreed, happy to get to know more about the people on the seventeenth floor.

Meanwhile, Luhan sat at his office waiting for one of the key investors of the company to show up. The person had called stating that he wanted to meet him personally which was odd for Luhan but he accepted the meeting anyways. What he didn’t know was the reason for said meeting. 

He quickly stood up as the door to his office opened and said person walked in and he smiled. 

“Mr. Kim, how are you?”

Ten minutes later after a short discussion, the investor gave Luhan a grim smile. 

“One of our majority share holders has rejected further funding for the specific sector and it was a unanimous decision that we would be funding the Korean office in full from here on out…I apologize but we will not be renewing our contract further”

“What do you mean? I thought all relations were well and we were set to sign off for another five years” Luhan said in shock, someone had to be joking. 

“Unfortunately things didn’t turn out the way we hoped and the reasoning is indeed not any of our business. We thank you for the last few years and we wish you all the best” the investor stated, “I will show myself out..”

He then got up and walked out the door and Luhan was left with his head in his hands. 

“Majority shareholder” he whispered and suddenly he was on his laptop looking at the shareholders list. Everyone had a name and picture beside them except one. 

“MGK…” Luhan said to himself and his eyes widened, “it couldn’t be….” 

Yanan who had known about the meeting and had seen the investor walk out of Luhans office slowly peeked his head in and saw Luhans state. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked slowly and suddenly Luhans shocked look turned calm. 

“We lost our funding for your sector” Luhan stated and he sat back in his chair, “a majority shareholder pulled out and unanimously, they decided to stop all funding to the China office.” 

“What?!” Yanan almost yelled, “they can’t do that! I just met with them last week!”

“Our contract ended last week and it was up to them to renew…” Luhan said, “now I’m curious about something, after the incident at the Seoul office, did you try to get in contact with Y/N?”

Yanan looked at Luhan confused, what did you have anything to do with this? 

“N-no”

Luhans glare intensified, he knew Yanan was lying. 

“Don’t you dare lie to me Yanan” he almost growled which made Yanan gulp. “Mingyu had told you to stay away from her. Did you?”

“That kid can’t tell me what to do” Yanan snapped, “I tried talking to her on my way to the airport” he admitted.

“You got in contact with her? After I specifically told you not to? After Seungcheol warned you not to?” Luhan asked incredulously, “let me ask you Yanan, do you know who this said ‘Kid’ is?”

“Isn’t he just another employee of the Seoul office?” Yanan asked and Luhan shook his head. 

“He’s the heir to Kim Investment group. He gave up his position to work with the Seoul office but he may still hold the majority of the shares to maintain some say…” Luhan stated making Yanan gulp. 

“What do you mean?” Yanan asked and Luhan sighed. 

“He may be the reason why the funding was pulled.” Luhan stated evenly. 

“He can’t do that! We’ve been working so hard to maintain the investment!” Yanan yelled. “All this just for Y/N? I will have both of them fired!”

“He just did.” Luhan said, “it’s a fact that if Y/N quits the company, Mingyu will too. She’s more important to him then the office and it’s a fact that he can survive without working for a long time. You literally just cost us an investment and now I’m going to have to start looking again.” he let out a big breath.

“Consider yourself demoted to a Tier 2 associate. You have messed things up royally and the president will not be happy to hear about this. I am not going to cover up your mistakes nor am I going to sugar coat them. If you and Mei Weit want to expose Y/N for things she’s never done, then I will do the same understood? Your team will be dispersed between various team leaders under my leadership and you are back on probation.” he said with finality in his voice as Yanan’s jaw dropped.

“Luhan…” Yanan started but Luhan stood up and pointed at his office door.

“Get out of my office. I will make the official announcement tomorrow after my meeting with our president. You can let your team know if you wish. Get out so I can fix this mess you made.” he said and watched Yanan bow his head and walk out.

Once the door was shut, Luhan sat back down and put his head in his hands. He didn’t expect this outcome at all. He was either going to have to contact Mingyu to grovel or he was going to have to find new investors period. The China head would for sure not be happy about this. Luhan managed to demote Yanan...but after hearing everything, the China head might just let Yanan go.

Back in Seoul, Dahyun and Kyulkyung were sitting in her office smiling after a lengthy discussion.

“Congratulations and I know you’ll make an awesome addition to their team.” Kyulkyung said as the two shook hands. “I also believe that it’s the best place for you after seeing how well you worked with them over the last few weeks.” 

“Thank you Kyulkyung, for all the guidance over the last few years.” Dahyun said with a bow.

“Don’t be a stranger.” she said as Dahyun walked out the door adn Kyulkyung sat back with a satisfied smile on her face.

“So your family really pulled the investment?” you asked as Mingyu nodded his head.

The two of you were having dinner that he cooked at his apartment one day and he had told you everything that happened at the meeting and how his family ultimately made the decision.

“They were the only foreign company we were invested in so it made sense. It was expensive and we felt like we were losing money instead of making it” Mingyu responded taking a bite of his food. 

“So it wasn’t because of Yanan’s visit a while back?” you asked again and Mingyu looked up with a straight face.

“It was the catalyst to my decision.” he said simply and you laughed.

“That explains Luhans phone call yesterday…” you said and Mingyu looked at you curiously.

“What phone call?”

“He asked me if you would reinvest if he fired Yanan. I told him that I’m just your girlfriend not your decision maker.” you responded.

“You will be eventually though” Mingyu said simply and your eyes widened.

“Eventually?” you asked and Mingyu nodded his head.

“When you become my wife in the future.” he said with a grin as your jaw dropped. 

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Kwon Jiyong/Son Taeyeon Information

This is a collection of all the information of my OFC Son Taeyeon’s timeline and relationship with G-Dragon. It’s still under construction and will probably be for a long time, but I just wanted to get it out there. 

Disclaimer: This is nothing more than a form of fun self-indulgence. Whoever GD is with or will be with, I cheer their relationship on always and hope he can find happiness with someone. He really does deserve it.

Note: All of the ages in this timeline are in South-Korean reckoning, which generally means the people are one year older than they would be in western reckoning

Last Updated: 6/14/20

Summary

Jiyong and Taeyeon meet in Seoul, South Korea, when Jiyong is ten and Taeyeon is five, due to the fact that their fathers were close in high school and college

Their fathers spent a lot of time together catching up, so Taeyeon and Jiyong became fairly close too — as close as a five-year-old and ten-year-old can get

Shortly after the birth of Taeyeon’s younger brother, Son Taeyong, Taeyeon’s mother dies; Taeyeon and her father and brother move away to the United States, and Taeyeon and Jiyong lose contact

In 2004, when Taeyeon is twelve and Jiyong seventeen, Taeyeon is accepted into YG Entertainment and they meet again

At first, they’re both awkward, but it doesn’t take long for them to become close again, helped by the fact that they both love songwriting and composing

The two of them are friends from then on, becoming increasingly closer

They occasionally go on variety shows together, and many people comment and note that they seem very close

Taeyeon features in the 2009 MV of a side track in Jiyong’s first solo Heartbreaker album, called She’s Gone, as the subject of GD’s character’s obsession

In 2010, Taeyeon features in the MV of a side track on GD & TOP’s first subunit album GD & TOP, again as the subject of Jiyong’s character’s obsession

In 2011, they both realize they’re developing romantic feelings for the other

Taeyeon and Jiyong spend a few months wondering if their feelings for each other are mutual

Both of them are perceptive people and catch the other’s subtle change in attitude toward themselves

Eventually, later in the same year (2011), Jiyong confesses to Taeyeon and she accepts; they begin dating 

The dating is discreet, however, as they’re both afraid of being caught by the media; it could be detrimental to their careers which have been extremely successful insofar, and both of them value their privacy

In the meantime, Taeyeon and Jiyong appeared on a few variety shows together, causing comments here and there about their chemistry

In 2012, YG debuts a unit group composed of the two of them, called Arcana

After their debut as a subunit, dating rumors about the two of them explode and are only exacerbated by their constant companionship while promoting the unit as well as the intimate choreography and lyrics of their first song

Nothing is confirmed, however, and Jiyong and Taeyeon continue their relationship privately, without revealing anything to the public

In late 2012, however, their relationship begins to take a turn; both of them are beginning to develop depression as a result of the constant stresses placed on them as the leaders of their extremely successful groups and the burden of managing their own careers, all since a very young age

Feeding the depression, both Jiyong and Taeyeon begin to feel distant and different from other people because of the extreme responsibilities and the sheer amount of expectations that the public and the people around them have placed on their shoulders since they were young

Because of these issues and their uncertainty and practical inability to handle them, they begin to close off and distance themselves from each other because they’re afraid of the other person seeing what they’re going through

Unfortunately, at the same time, both of them pretend that nothing is wrong; even when they appeared on variety shows together occasionally, they ignored and hid the tension between them

Eventually, in 2013, Taeyeon and Jiyong discuss the waning state of their relationship and decide to break up cleanly; it’s not a messy breakup, but a very bitter one

At first, they’re awkward all over again with each other, but eventually, they manage to come to a consensus and regain their friendship

They continue for a long time as friends, becoming even closer and more comfortable with each other over the years than they were before they dated 

As they bond, they see a lot of themselves in each other, and eventually find themselves considering the other to be the person who understands them the best, resulting in the only partially joking nickname that they call each other by: “my soulmate”

As a result of understanding each other more, Jiyong and Taeyeon come to realize that they never really fell out of love with the other, and the reason for their split when they were younger was more because they were too insecure and unstable to feel confident in maintaining a relationship with each other

Both of them deeply regret not trying harder to stay together, knowing that the other person made them happy and maybe, if they had just pushed through, things would have been alright

Despite the realization and the regret, neither Jiyong nor Taeyeon make any moves, not sure if the other feels the same way — although they’re still perceptive, even moreso, and they suspect that the feelings are mutual

In mid-2017, the two of them have a huge fight about their past relationship and barely speak to each other afterwards

For about a month, they avoid each other, but then Taeyeon suggests they meet up and they make up, albeit still feeling shaky with each other because of the magnitude of their fight

Both of them can feel more distance re-opening between them

On February 27th, 2018, Jiyong enlists in the military

During his absence, the two of them find themselves acutely missing each other and the place they had in each other’s hearts; both of them describe it as a feeling of having a hole inside them

This feeling of emptiness confirms to both of them what they’ve been almost certain of since they became close again after their breakup: they see the other as the one person in the world who understands them exactly

After Jiyong was discharged from the military, the two of them reunite, apologize again, and make up with each other properly

For a long time, neither says anything about their feelings for each other, despite knowing that they still love the other person and suspecting that the other person feels the same

They can’t bring themselves to express their feelings honestly because they’re afraid that they’ve come too far and would only hurt each other again if they tried to move past being friends in their current states (their depression and the alienation they both feel from other people thanks to shouldering so many expectations and so much responsibility at such a young age)

Eventually, though, they slip up and it ends with both of them admitting to each other that their split many years ago was because they were at such low points in their life that they didn’t feel like they could give the other person the proper relationship and love that they deserved

However, they still refrain from becoming romantic again, still caught up in the fear that getting back together would only hurt for everyone involved and might end messily, cutting them off for good

For years after that, they continue as they always were until Jiyong decides that he’s had enough

He tells Taeyeon upfront that he intends to start putting effort into rekindling a romantic relationship between them

At first, Taeyeon rejects his efforts, still afraid that they’d hurt each other more if they tried for something beyond friendship

Jiyong is consistent and stable in his efforts, coaxing her and reassuring her; with time, Taeyeon realizes that she wants something more with him, too

She finally accepts, and they enter a romantic relationship once again — one that’s much more stable and natural than what they had years ago

They reveal steadily to the public that they’re dating, similarly to Taeyang and Min Hyorin; naturally, the relationship is met with hate from some, but many people, especially their fans, support it after seeing Taeyeon and Jiyong so frequently together for so long and knowing how close they are

Both of them come to see how comfortable and happy they are with each other, and how their long friendship serves as a solid foundation for their romantic relationship because of how completely they know and understand each other

They have their ups and downs like any normal couple, but their maturity, experiences, and emotional intimacy even before starting to date again prevent them from growing apart like they did when they were younger

After years of dating, both of them start seriously considering proposing to each other; not quite as immediate marriage, but as a promise for the future

Eventually, Jiyong makes the first move and asks Taeyeon to marry him

It’s a simple proposal — they’re laying in bed together in Jiyong’s apartment, both of them exhausted after a day full of schedules, and Jiyong asks on impulse if she would spend the rest of her life with him 

Taeyeon accepts without hesitation, and they become engaged

For four years, they stay comfortably engaged, not in a rush to get married and willing to wait until they both feel ready 

After those four years, they mutually agree that they’re prepared to get married

They get married in a wedding venue a month later; it’s a small and private affair, since both of them agree that they prefer the intimacy, and they also want to avoid all the reporters and the media

Both of them keep their separate apartments even after they’re married since they live just one floor apart, but often spend time together at either one, depending on their mood

Songs from Taeyeon to Jiyong

A list of songs that Taeyeon wrote, composed, and produced with inspiration from her relationship with Jiyong

Heroine: Written a few months after Taeyeon and Jiyong broke up the first time, with Taeyeon expressing that no matter what hurts Jiyong caused her, both she and he need to go on

Stay: Written a few months after Taeyeon and Jiyong broke up the first time, expressing how, as they began to become distance from each other, Taeyeon could sense their relationship crumbling, but she wanted him to stay with her regardless

Rain: Written a few years after Taeyeon and Jiyong broke up the first time, talking about how their relationship is still something she muses about 

11:11: Written a few years after Taeyeon and Jiyong broke up the first time, talking about how, despite telling herself everything will get better eventually, memories of Jiyong and their past relationship still hurt her

Breathe (written, composed, and produced jointly by Taeyeon and Jiyong): Written a few years after Taeyeon and Jiyong broke up for the first time, talking about how their first breakup happened because they were at such bad places at the time; Taeyeon and Jiyong realized for sure that the other felt the same about them while writing this song together

Secret: Written after Taeyeon and Jiyong revealed their dating, talking about how being with him helps soothe her negative feelings

Drawing Our Moments: Written after Taeyeon and Jiyong revealed their dating, talking about what their time together means to Taeyeon

Gravity: Written after Taeyeon and Jiyong revealed their dating, talking about how their relationship keeps her grounded

Better Babe: Written after Taeyeon and Jiyong revealed their dating, talking about how Jiyong makes Taeyeon feel better

Love You Like Crazy: Written after Taeyeon and Jiyong revealed their dating, talking about how she needs him

Only One: Written after Taeyeon and Jiyong revealed their dating, describing how their mutual trust in each other gives them strength

Songs from Jiyong to Taeyeon

Bad Boy: Written during the period of difficulty during Jiyong and Taeyeon’s first relationship, expressing Jiyong’s apologetic feelings about feeling that he isn’t treating Taeyeon right, while still wanting her to stay with him

Blue: Written during the period of difficulty during Jiyong and Taeyeon’s first relationship, talking about the emptiness and pointlessness that Jiyong feels watching their relationship breaking down

Crooked: Written soon after after Jiyong and Taeyeon’s first breakup, expressing Jiyong’s resentful and angry feelings at how their relationship fell apart

If You: Written a few years after Jiyong and Taeyeon’s first breakup, expressing Jiyong’s regrets about their failed relationship and how he wishes they could try again

Let’s Not Fall In Love: Written a few years after Jiyong and Taeyeon’s first breakup, expressing how tentative Jiyong felt with their relationship back then, wanting to love Taeyeon but being afraid of getting in too deep, lest they hurt each other

Untitled, 2014: Written a few years after Jiyong and Taeyeon’s first breakup, inspired by the giant fight they had in mid-2017 that threatened their friendship until after Jiyong came back from the military, expressing how sorry Jiyong was for continuously hurting Taeyeon and how much he wished they could love each other like they did before they broke up

Quotes

Jiyong-oppa shuffled inside her apartment, his dark brown eyes dull with… well, dullness. Taeyeon knew that feeling – she was going through it right now. Not being tired exactly, but at the same time more tired than words could ever express. Not exhausted enough to fall asleep, but somehow much too exhausted to fall asleep. A feeling that felt like nothing – a feeling that came when you were just too done to bother with feelings. ‘Emptiness’ was the closest she could get to describing it in one word, but even that wasn’t quite right. Maybe emptiness if emptiness could be something physical, weighing you down inside, sapping any ounce of motivation you could find in yourself.

—Taeyeon, reflecting on the similar emotions between herself and Jiyong (from Not Quite)

It had all just… hurt. It had all just hurt so much that they decided to let each other go. He had been wandering aimlessly, so confused and so dissatisfied with everything and everyone that he gave up. On himself. On her. On them.

And now, he regretted it. Thinking of it now, they were happy together. Maybe they weren’t happy with themselves, not totally, but they had been happy with each other.

If only he had recognized that back then. If only he had decided to fight for the two of them.

—Jiyong muses about his past relationship with Taeyeon (from Too Late for Regrets)

“For me, it’s you.”

—Taeyeon

“It’s a relief that I have you.”

—Jiyong

“I don’t think I can let you go.”

—Jiyong to Taeyeon, when he expresses his desire to re-enter a romantic relationship with her

“I’m afraid. If we get this wrong again, it could be the end for us.”

“There’s no right and wrong. There’s only us.”

—Jiyong and Taeyeon, right before they agree to try again in a romantic relationship 

“Would you spend the rest of your life with me if you could?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you?”

—Jiyong proposes to Taeyeon

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Credits:

Gravity, Better Babe, Rain, Secret, Love You Like Crazy, and Drawing Our Moments are songs by Taeyeon of SNSD; Heroine is a song by Sunmi; Breathe is a song of S.M. The Ballad, sung by Taeyeon of SNSD and Jonghyun of SHINee, Only One is sung by SNSD