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cutehoons02 · 21 days ago

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Snow angel

*pairing: popular frat?boy Jake x good girl

*trope: fake dating/Christmas vacation

*tags: Jake has a little crush on the protagonist, touching, shy girl with people but not with Jake, christmas trope,kiss, fluffy, green flag

*synopsis: Jake had a little crush on you but in those few times he saw you, he never had the courage to approach you but thanks to a project organized by the university he would have the way of talking and maybe ask you to be his fake girlfriend for a certain time of the year

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It had been snowing in Seoul for almost a week and a thick layer of snow was washing the entire university football field, there were lots of snowmen and some snow angels formed by the shapes of the boys who had jumped to the ground and moving they had formed forms that looked like little angels, Y/n loved everything that represented winter and would dream of spending time as did all the boys of his age going shopping for Christmas markets, playing under the snow, make snow angels and who can also give his first kiss under a romantic snowstorm but being conspicuously shy and always full of the study had never experienced these things but maybe an angel human to how popular with the obsession for lego, music, and physics would have expressed some of his desires...

Seoul University had decorated the entire inner hall leading to the various classrooms with countless Christmas decorations. Still, one thing that made students smile and excited was a small Christmas house in the middle of the large entrance with a small chair inside, a table, and a stack of sheets with all the names of the students in that department and a couple of young adults dressed as elves who had to mate at their leisure couples who according to them should know each other and make each other wish person had written in that little sheet of Christmas requests.

"Y/n stop getting paranoid for nothing, you just have to write in the note 4 wishes or things that you would like to do with this hypothetical person during December, i recommend you also add your ig ame or your number, but maybe it’s better your name ig and in a week we will find out if this person will write to you because meanwhile i already know that even if they sent the letter of the other guy you would never write"

"Why should i ever choose the male option, you know that i'm shy, especially with males i would like to make friends first, of course, i have you and Sunaa but i would love" Do not stop talking that a boy dressed as elf called you to enter the house.

"Y/n in the option you choose that the letter receives a guy, you can start making friends even of the opposite sex" your best screamed and made the sign of two thumbs up and started waiting for you outside the long line.

The house was decorated with Christmas stuff and light music coming from the speakers with a shy smile you greeted the two boys and the girl put the sheet, of Christmas paper covered with little snowflakes, and at the top, you could circle 2 options send this sheet to a boy or a girl and felt your heart beat too fast for your taste but maybe your best friend was right and you had to leave a little bit from your comfort zone and start doing "friendship" with some guy so you chose the option that the letter could receive only one guy. In the center you had to write 4 things that you wanted to do at that time with that person and then write because you chose to participate, you wrote all your requests and finally, you wrote your full name, your email, and in the contact section your instagram name and if you were part of some club so the person receiving the letter had some options on how they could look for you, and you wrote that you were in the radio club of the economics and mathematics department.

Inside the radio booth, you looked at the big windows that looked out on the big football field, there were a lot of people taking pictures or running and throwing snowballs, you would have wanted to be out there too but you had to spend another half hour in the heat and look at the schedule but when you saw that you had to announce that within a few minutes, everyone would be acquainted with who would make a couple slight anxiety your body.

You didn’t talk a lot on the radio because you hated how your voice sounded but at that hour you were alone because almost all the other students who were part of the club had class so you pressed the green button and when the song ended you took the long microphone and spoke to all students.

"Good morning to all the students of the Department of Economics and Mathematics, how are you? Don’t tell me you forgot what day it is because in exactly 55 seconds you will find out who you were paired with for the project put into place "Spend your Christmas holidays with a new friend", now to break the ice a little and not to make you feel how anxious or shy to write to your future partner i play one of the most beautiful Christmas songs as well as Last Christmas by George Michael."

You pressed the red button and leaned on the swivel chair and a long breath came out of your lips but your anxiety became even greater when you saw in the WhatsApp group that everyone had received the email, you didn’t dare to open it but you were too curious to know that you wanted the guy you had been "paired" with so when you read the first point you looked at your phone with an interrogative look, what it meant that the boy who had written the requests wanted to have for his Christmas holidays a fake girlfriend because he was tired of hearing his family say that he was a fratboy and that in 22 years he had never brought with him a girl only because they did they think he was not capable of a serious relationship?

You slammed the boy’s profile and your mouth opened slightly in astonishment when you saw to whom that profile belonged, it was simply a bad joke of fate, it couldn’t be true that you were acclimated to Jake Sim and one of the most popular guys on campus and in your department. With what sense they thought to pair you with one of the most shy, sweet girls, with all the votes awarded to a frat boy who had taken the scholarship only for his football skills, every time you saw him with his group of friends he always had some different girl. To your bad luck, he read your wish request and you did not know if it was him that loser to ask people disguised as an elf to find them a fake girl with whom to spend the Christmas holidays or if you were the loser who attended and wrote that you wanted to give your first kiss under the snow or walk with a stranger in the Christmas markets.

You, your best friend and Sunaa were going out in front of the sports field to see live the multiple snowmen and some had strange shapes of animals instead of others had even jerseys of the football team of the university, you loved to see how all the people thanks to little ice flakes all became slightly more good and romantic with everyone, you leaned down for a moment to take pictures so that you could post them on the radio profile but after a few seconds, you heard a snowball hit your head and slightly annoyed and surprised you saw that it had been thrown by one of the two guys who were just steps away from you.

One of the two was slightly taller than the other guy and besides being dressed as a Michelin man for the too-cold he also had a black balaclava that covered almost all his face apart from some dark hair tufts that came out you could not understand who was but instead the boy with white jacket slightly untied on the neck, with the softest hair you ever saw and that little smile he had thanks to his lips slightly fat but cracked from the cold you knew who they belonged to, Jake Sim as well as the guy who received your letter and you his written in 4 points that he was looking for a fake girlfriend and that would make it possible any wish had expressed his "companion" if she had spent the holidays with him in the mountains and his family. You looked where your friends had gone and were slightly away from you but you tried in every way to reach them accelerating the pace but with the white icy cover you had to be careful not to fall. You felt your name shouting slightly and you knew who belonged to that voice even though you had hardly ever spoken to him in person, You wanted to be teleported across the city or invisible to his eyes but when you saw him in front of you you understood why most of the girls they had a crush on him and why they would all want to go out with him.

"Hey, you’re Y/n, right? The girl who works at the university radio station and publishes every week in the blog and profile of the university the ranking with the most beautiful songs of the week, every week i can’t wait to read the chart and i can say that you have great taste in music because we have a lot of songs in the playlist in common" Did you look slightly surprised Jake, how he could be so expansive and not embarrassed to have to talk to a stranger?

"Um, yes i'm Y/n, i’m glad you like the songs that i suggest to make people listen to" You bowed slightly and tried to leave but he was faster than you and put himself in front of your body not to let him escape from it but also the wind blew a little too much and wanted not to see you with all the snow in your face.

"Sorry i threw that ball at you, i didn’t know you were the girl they’d put me in a relationship with or i would have looked for you on the radio" was the dumbest lie he’d come up with in months, Knew who you were too well but didn’t know how to come and talk to you without looking like a loser.

"Anyway in your Christmas wishlist it was written that you wanted to be kissed under the snow, can i kiss you y/n? So we can already tick off your list!"

You looked at yourself with a slightly surprised look Jake, how you should have kissed a stranger, and with what bluntness asked you, you knew that Jake was very famous with the girls but you did not think he had a big ego.

"Thank you for the offer Jake but i don’t kiss a stranger without even knowing him and if i have to be honest i would like to kiss a guy that i like both characteristics and not only physically"

"So you’re telling me that you find me attractive? I would do anything to have you in front of my family during the Christmas holidays."

You immediately raised your eyes when you felt that pet name, god was the essence of the classic alpha sports boy with 0 interests apart from football and himself.

"Jake? That’s your name, right? Maybe those disguised elves have made a mistake to match us, you and I have nothing in common and perhaps it is better to change the request and ask if we give 2 different partners to do this "project". You and me are part of two different worlds and honestly, i would not even trust to spend the Christmas holidays with a stranger, i would come in person to tell you at the training that you have in a few" Jake felt slightly sick at Y/n’s words, he knew it was a strange request but 99% of the girls would say yes to spending 5 days in a luxury hotel in the middle of the mountains with him and his family but not the girl in front of him.

"We can start again if i made a bad impression with my "clown" ways but i try in every way to make people feel comfortable with my jokes or with my slightly playful character, i’m Jake and i know you might have preferred to be in a couple i don’t know with Sunghoon who is much more shy and confident than if but if those two elves put "couple" they will think that maybe we are perfect for this mission"

Or maybe you had paid that evil elf Niki to put you in a pair with the girl with wavy hair covered with light snowflakes, but no one would have found out, right?

You saw Jake bend over the snow and a puppy look looked at you for endless seconds until i took his hands with yours and made him stand from that surreal moment, god you just wanted to know someone to be more sociable and less shy but you would never have expected to make "couple" with Jake.

"I’m not sure, you and i don't know each other at all, and, repeat i do not trust so much even myself so think if i could come on holiday with you and pretend to be together, it would be impossible they would discover Jake immediately."

"Exactly five days to 24 December the day of departure, on your list it says you’d like to make cookies with the elven boy so i could come to your house tomorrow after practice and try to make those sugar loaf cookies and we could get to know each other better,i read that you are shy with guys so with me you may have already checked something off your list, i could make you less tense and shy with guys while we’re almost all the same. What do you say?"

The wheels in your brain were processing all the proposals that Jake was telling you, what could be wrong? You just have to make some cookies together and spend an hour together in your shared apartment with your friends, you certainly wouldn’t be all alone and maybe Jake was right being with him you would defeat your social anxiety by being in contact with a guy.

"Okay, it might not be a bad idea to make cookies with you, and at the same time we could get to know each other, but if i don’t feel comfortable you’ll have to find someone else to spend your holidays with on the mountains."

You felt Jake’s strong arms hold you for a few seconds around his body and a slight hint of vanilla and honey invaded you, you were petrified because you did not love physical contact with people so you gave two small blows on the back of the Australian boy and when he detached from you the smiles.

"Send me the address of your apartment, i’ll leave training for 17 so by that time i should be able to come to you"

Anuists and you saw him running inside the gym, in what trouble had you got?

The whole apartment was lit by a flared light coming from the kitchen and in the background you had put a Christmas playlist, when your friends had discovered that the guy with whom you were paired was Jake had flipped out like fans at a concert. They had also thought about how many days you would kiss and how long you would fall in love with him, but this was not at all on your list of goals and to your bad luck they left you alone because you had to deal with your "anxiety" To be in contact with a boy of the opposite sex. You were encouraged to accept Jake’s offer to spend five days in a luxury hotel with him but before you accepted you had to be sure that he didn’t have any weird feelings, that he wasn’t a serial killer, and that you felt comfortable with him, You had definitely stalked him on social media and asked around about him and everyone gave the same answer.

Jake emanated 100% the vibes of golden retriever boy and by the way he also has one and is a female named Layla, loves football and to your great surprise he had not won any sports scholarship but managed to get into university and the football team thanks to his good grades and brilliant football talent, You thought he didn’t care about studying but never judge a book by the cover because he was seriously a nerd if you talked about math but especially physics, he could speak two languages perfectly and had a lot of friends.

It all seemed too perfect, how did he not have any reservations to the eyes of other people? or maybe you had to know what secrets were hidden under that facade of good boy and if maybe it was seriously all true what people said about him?

You heard the bell ring and when you opened the door a Jake with slightly damp hair and scrunched smiled at you from the door, he was wearing glasses that made him too attractive for your taste and when he took off his jacket he had a sweatshirt that perfectly wrapped his body and a gray pants suit slightly over.

"Hey, i got you some Christmas Edition sugar decorations to put on top of your freshly baked cookies. Cabbage has been snowing for 10 days that keeps snowing i seriously need to go back to Australia in the heat if it still snows and tumi in the pool or at the beach" he winked at you and came into your house as if he had already come a million times.

"Where in Australia are you from? My roommate comes from the Golden Coast and every time she shows us the pictures we fantasize about going there one day".

"I was born in Korea but i lived a lot of years in Brisbane and it’s like my second home, one day i’ll take you there if you want it"

In what way did he want to bring it to Australia? But what problems did this boy have, first he asked you to go to the mountains with him and be his fake girlfriend and then he pretended to go with him to Australia.

"I understand why you’re a heart-stealer Jake, you fool i don’t know how many girls with your impossible promises, maybe this is one of your red flags. You know i asked around about you and everyone told me that you are a golden boy, full of friends, a scholar and who loves sports, nobody has ever spoken badly to me about you, how is this possible?

You saw Jake getting too close for your taste and he trapped you without realizing it in the space near the sink, his dark eyes were studying you and a grin formed on his lips.

"Don’t tell me that the sweet and shy Y/n tried to find out something shady about me only because you can not admit that in this world there may still exist "normal" guys with passions, scholars, full of friends. As long as you try to find out something about me by asking others you will only waste time because i have nothing to hide, i thought you were smarter, if you want to find out something about me the only way is to spend time together!" He winked at you again and started pouring all the ingredients for the cookies into the big bowl, you were slightly irritated by his presence and didn’t understand how they had chosen to pair you with such a guy.

When you put the cookies in the oven a slight sense of embarrassment crept into the room, you leaned on the couch that you had in common and Jake finally put himself at a suitable distance where you could not always feel your heart go fast.

"Excuse me for earlier perhaps i was slightly mean to you and did not want to be at all, In fact, i never behaved like this with anyone just literally took me to the waster with this request to be your fake girlfriend during the Christmas holidays with your family. I would like to be the most honest with you, maybe this is too much for me also because i have 0 experience with guys and see how i behaved with you so think if I ever find myself alone with you and your family pretending to be something."

Jake was surprised by how much you had talked in those 2 minutes of pure embarrassment between you and him, He didn’t think at all that you had ever done anything with any guy because you were really beautiful and he couldn’t do it but these thoughts could make them in another moment now he had to make you understand that you were perfect to be his "fake girl" for those few days and then who knows maybe to be his girlfriend?

Jake approached slightly to Y/n and watched her get farther away from him but the couch was not so long so she stopped and Jake was a few inches away.

"You don’t have to be ashamed of not having any experience with someone, maybe you should just be more yourself with people and let them know what you like or don’t like and I would like to have this chance Y/n"

Jake was the exact opposite of you and you knew that this for him was only "fiction" and he did so only because he wanted at all costs to have someone to take on vacation with him but maybe thanks to him you could defeat that shy part of yourself?

"I don’t know how to explain it but with you, I feel slightly at ease. Maybe it’s because everyone talks about you and you are very talkative with everyone and you try in all ways to make people feel good..." you did not dare to look him in the face because he already had a big ego and with these statements of yours would be even smugger, a small smile made its way through Jake’s lips and he put more comfortable on the sofa.

"Uh, the shy girl who’s afraid to date a guy is seriously telling me that maybe the only one not making her feel uncomfortable?"

gave you a little push on your shoulder and gave you a slight

"Oh my God, i can’t believe you smiled at me, today i have to write in the calendar that Y/n made me a real smile and you laughed at one of my bad jokes."

"Jake seriously stop i gave you a compliment not to expect more this evening and not in the next days"

"In what sense in the next days Y/n? Don’t tell me that my charm has already enchanted you and that you can’t wait to spend time with me in the mountains together like two lovebirds?"

"I haven’t decided yet if i should go with you or not, but i repeat i don’t feel so uncomfortable being with you but being your fake girlfriend. If i should come i should always be next to you and of course, we should kiss, embrace, share the bed, touch each other in front of your family, shake hands when we are together and

Jake had not seriously thought about this point when he wrote that strange request to have a fake girlfriend for his Christmas days in the mountains, but today’s relationships were how physical and he had a serious problem and loved to hug everyone and if he was engaged would not leave even a second his girlfriend alone without putting his hand somewhere and to make everyone understand that it was his and of no other.

Jake took your hands and looked at you smiling "Calm down y/n, all these things you would have done at least once in your life except kiss someone but that won’t be a problem. On your list it says you’d like to be kissed under the snow, right? If you come i’ll kiss you under the snow but first we have to figure out if you’d touch it you wouldn’t mind, i love hugging people and being pampered so now we could do some kind of test, what do you say?"

Why did Jake behave like this? You couldn’t stand it because he looked like the perfect guy that everyone knew, i nodded my head but Jake looked at you asking

"Sweetheart you don’t have to be shy with me, use words and tell me if i can hug you?" When you heard that nickname you looked up and said yes And how yesterday a hint of vanilla and laundry invaded all and felt the big hands of Jake in your hips and some locks did you a light sunny when you felt the head of Jake leaning on your neck "You smell good, Sweetheart" little chills creep in and you clench your arms around her back a bit more "you also know how good Jake but stop calling me Sweetheart is embarrassing!" , after a while Jake broke away from you and to your great surprise you felt that you already missed his weak touch in your body but this feeling lasted little when he made you lie down and lean on a big cushion in the sofa and he put himself next to you, but for your bad luck or luck the sofa was not very big so it was attached to you and you looked at him slightly embarrassed but you trusted him even if you did not know him so much.

"If you come to the mountains with me i should call you by a nickname or my relatives would get suspicious and then know that i love to hug everyone so Sweetheart suits you, Y/n"

Jake looked at you with his face tilted and wanted to tell you the truth but no one would know that he had wanted you as "companion" of this project and it was not those elves or fate to put you with him

"Surely i would have read some romance books and there is the trope Grumpy x Sunshine and we represent it but i know that under that shyness there is a girl who knows how to have fun, full of hobbies and who loves her friends so do not make any problems with me"

Jake came even closer to your face and you looked at his lips but you knew he would not kiss you because if you wanted to have his kiss you had to go to the mountains with him but felt his fleshy lips give you a light kiss in the forehead and like an oven screamed and Jake got up from the couch and signaled you to follow him into the kitchen.

Christmas vacation

December 24th had arrived too early and you were not at all ready to spend almost 5 days with Jake, you had texted him every day and he even accompanied you to buy a ski suit, you found out he could ski and snowboard but you preferred skating but to make him happy you promised that you would go skiing with him. You even bought him a present, In his list it was written that he would love to spend hours building lego and he loved to collect soccer jerseys especially if they were vintage so you gave him a set of legos and a football jersey from Manchester United vintage.

He wrote you that he would pick you up and that it was close to your apartment so you went out and your roommates gave you their blessings and were super happy to see you less shy especially if that guy you were going with on vacation was Jake Sim, a modern SUV stopped in front of you and Jak when he got out of the car always had those glasses that gave him an air of fake nerd, the classic jacket Prada but in the black version and jeans washed that tied his legs.

She bowed to your roommates and when she saw you smiled at you gave you a light kiss on the cheek and signaled you to get in the car.

What have you gotten yourself into? Until 10 days ago you had hardly ever talked to him except for the times he came on the radio to talk about the games and now you found yourself in the car with him going to spend your holidays in a luxury hotel like his supposed girlfriend, But the problem was that you were his fake girlfriend, not his real girlfriend and a little sense of jealousy and anxiety got in your thoughts.

You watched Jake drive carefully, and he was really attractive. With his big venous hands, he turned the car’s baluster very easily, and you could always hear him singing any song you put on the radio. A slight smile crept into your lips, and Jake looked at you curious. "Why are you smiling? Don't tell me that my presence makes you happy because you will have to bear with me for almost five days."

"I laugh because any song i put you are a piece or whistle it as if i knew by heart is not that you stalked me the Spotify account? how does a guy like all a little frat boy of the university know Smooth Operator and the discography of Sade or know some songs of Frank Ocean"

"Sweetheart what i told you when we first met at the football field that i wait every week for your music chart and every time thanks to you, i download new songs, i like the songs that you listen to and suggest because they are all of the different genres" smiles and Jake continued to focus on the snowy road, had passed almost two hours and the destination was getting closer and closer, You pulled your hands into the sleeves of your sweater so that Jake wouldn’t see that you were agitated and wanted to bite your nails but like a hawk, Jake watched every move you made and knew you were slightly agitating when you no longer sang with him.

"Hey everything will be fine, you just be yourself as you were for these days when we went out, for it will already be a shock to see me with a girl that will leave us a lot of time together and i promise you that i will never leave you alone with my aunt chatterbox" When you got out of the car in front of you there was a huge hotel in wooden style decorated with lots of lights and the air of the mountain and the fireplaces made you forget what situation you had gotten into, you heard a dog bark and Jake ran immediately to hug his little dog, Layla.

You watched his family come against Jake and when their eyes moved from the tender scene of Jake with his dog to you, a redheaded girl gave out a slight cry and Jake’s mom gave you a big smile

"Oh my god after 22 years maybe our Jackie has put his head on and brought us his girlfriend" the girl with red hair who was her cousin approached you and embraced you warmly.

Why did everyone in this family love hugs so much?

<<Why didn’t you tell us that you were bringing your girlfriend? we would have arranged differently and proposed to do things of girls like going to the Spa or relax in the pool>> Jake’s mother looked at you attentively and Jake put an arm around your side and carried you warmly near itself.

"I didn’t tell you because i wanted to surprise you and then these things i would do with Y/n, in Seoul we haven’t yet had the chance to spend a lot of time together with lessons, radio club and my football training"

the two women embraced you and let you into the hotel to meet the whole family were all nice, cute, warm and funny with you and you absolutely wanted to pretend and tell lies all the time but was this the purpose of this trip right? Show the loving side of Jake with a girl and pretend he was not a womanizer in the eyes of his family and then back to Seoul you would come back as strangers like before...

When you entered the room with Jake a slight whistle came out of your lips when you saw the landscape of the snowy mountains in front of you and in the ridges there was a light pink sky, you felt your heart beat madly from how beautiful that moment was. Before i went in i didn’t really notice the room to see the scenery but you and Jake were both looking at each other when you saw that there was only a double bed and an exposed bathroom, but Jake showed you that the glass would go dark so you could have your privacy. The dinner with his relatives passed quickly and went all smooth, at 23:55 you were all outside the hotel with candles in hand to wait for the crack of midnight and to wish you all together, Your family was on the other side of the world so you could wish them well after 8 hours because of jet-lag, Jake’s warm hands were making little circles inside his pocket and smiled when he saw you laughing with his cousin, would not have asked for better in that letter for the university’s Christmas project.

At midnight everyone started singing Christmas carols and wishing each other a happy birthday under the snow and gave that even more romantic touch to the sound of the bells coming from the church on top of the mountain.

"Come I’ll show you a thing y/n" You followed Jake and in front of you there was a tree drawn on the snow made of wood and full of Christmas lights, you watched Jake smile at you and pulled out his tongue to eat some snowflakes, He nodded and laughed at how icy the snow was in the palate of his tongue. You tried it and laughed because of the funny face you made for the cold contact "I never thought to celebrate a Christmas in the mountains in Korea especially with you Jake" saw that he approached you and felt the hand slightly warm in contact with your face and little brvidi invades you, your mind thought they were perceived by the cold but your heart knew that those chills had been perceived by the touch of Jake, you looked at your lips a few centimerti from your mouth and thought that finally he would kiss you but he pushed you slightly and you fell embraced over the snow cover and Jake started to laugh because it was above you and if someone saw you so he would immediately Thought wrong but also because you had a questioning and red look from embarrassment, At this point Jake knew you wanted his lips in contact with hers so he smashed his slightly cracked lips into yours and started a slow kiss dance,he caressed your cheek and you without thinking took the hood from its thick hair and pulled him close to you and when you opened her lips let in his tongue and a light moan came out of your lips, had seriously fulfilled your desire number 1 in the list but you did not know that that kiss had triggered in you numerous butterflies in the stomach and your heart beat very strong when finished the kiss gave you a light kiss in the forehead and lay down near you and began Laughing like children when you saw your snow angels of your shapes to how strange but both you and Jake photographed those angels. Who knows maybe thanks to a letter written with a thousand anxiety two people so different but so close in time would fall in love

❄️ I hope you like it❄️

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suskz · 7 months ago

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Hi there! Could write a Chan x reader. Reader went to a skz fansigning & got dared to give Chan a note and along with the note there was an attached hotel key card, asking him to meet her at a certain time and at first he was so hesitant about it but then when the reader waits for over an hour after the time stated on the note, she opens the hotel door ready to leave and there is chan 👀

pairing: Idol!Chan x Fan!Fem!Reader

t/w: fluff ; Chan is a tease and a flirt ; reader is delulu (even tho she says she isn’t).

w/c: around 1.3k

a/n: I’m not really sure about this. I practically wrote what you had already written. I wanted to extend the final part but it just didn’t come out right. Anyway, yours is a really great idea, I love it! I hope you still like this!

It's a stupid idea. It's ridiculous. And yet you're doing it anyway.

You know it's impossible for it to actually happen, but if you're doing it, it's because deep down —very deep down— inside you, there's a little hope.

“You got this, girl!” you hear from the other end of the phone. This only makes you more nervous and embarrassed about what you're doing. You're so damn delusional.

Your hand moves the pen faster across the paper as you mutter a 'shut up' to your friend, who sighs yet again at your harsh choice of words.

The click of the pen marks the end of your note.

You end the call, get up from the toilet, and leave the bathroom as if nothing happened —or will happen. You get back in line behind other people waiting to see their idols, preparing yourself for the humiliation.

But when you find yourself in front of him, you realise there's no way to prepare for the humiliation from something like this.

“Hello!” he greets you with a smile, wearing the wolf ear headband that one of the fans before you gave him.

“Hi.” Your voice is anxious, and he can tell.

You hand him the album you have in your hands, and he immediately opens it and starts signing it.

Your heart beats fast because you are in front of him, Bang Chan. Your idol, the man who has captured your heart more than anyone else. And the man who will soon want to run as far away from you as possible after opening your letter.

A card, a place, and a street. 'Let’s meet at 5pm tomorrow?' written with an uncertainty you never imagined you could experience.

You already prepare to laugh to brush away the embarrassment when he opens the letter. You start to consider whether to give it to him or not. You could spare yourself an embarrassing moment and continue living your life normally. Maybe that's better; fuck the dare, it's just a silly game.

“What’s your name?” Your thoughts are interrupted by his sweet voice as he looks up from the album, perhaps a little amused.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you realise you've been silently staring at him for too long. A few seconds, but it's already too much.

“Uh, Y/n.” You try to say with as much confidence as possible, but it doesn’t come out as you would have liked.

“How are you, Y/n?” He asks kindly.

“I’m good, thanks. A bit nervous, actually.” You admit, and he looks at you still smiling.

“Oh, you don’t need to be.” He reassures you.

"It’s just, I’m sitting in front of a God, you left me speechless." You try to sound as normal as possible. You've rehearsed what to say to him in advance, and you don't want your anxiety to prevent you from talking to him.

He opens his mouth to speak but immediately shuts it, taken by surprise. Now it’s him who’s speechless.

“That’s too sweet, thank you.” His smile widens, his eyes forming crescents and his dimples more visible than before, if possible.

"That's the truth though, you're much more handsome in person than I thought." you compliment him again.

You feel more relaxed now and manage to speak with him normally for the rest of the time.

It's when you have to move on to the next member and he greets you that you give him the letter.

"This is for you, I would appreciate it if you read it later."

And indeed, he remembers to read it at the end of the fan sign.

‘From Y/n’ he reads in his mind, opening it.

And he thinks you're crazy. Maybe a maniac. Delusional enough to do something like this thinking he would show up.

And he's ready to give it to the staff to throw it in the trash, but when someone behind him calls him, he's too taken aback to think properly and puts your letter in his pocket.

It's a stupid move, but he promises himself to throw it away later, in the dressing room.

Or a few hours later, at home. Or in his room, after reading it one last time. Or after reading it twice. Or three times.

For the first time, he takes out the key card and examines it in his hands. It's real, it's not a joke.

‘That’s crazy’, he realises. He can't show up, it would be stupid, it would be dangerous. It's the best thing to do, ignore it all.

And yet you are still waiting for him, dressed in the black leather skirt your friends chose for you. You glance at the clock and realise you've been sitting on the hotel room sofa for almost an hour.

You knew it was a stupid idea and that he would never show up. Actually, it would have been insane of Chan to do so. He probably thought you were a serial killer or something, or that you wanted to kidnap him.

You sigh. You get up from the sofa, grab your bag from where it’s placed on a chair, and head to the door.

When you open it, though, you quickly step back and almost throw your bag at the person standing in front of you.

Your eyes widen when you realise who it is.

"Uh… hello." He smiles awkwardly, scratching the nape of his neck.

He came.

A thought immediately flashes through your mind.

Now what?

When you sit on the sofa, after him, you are the first to speak, “I didn’t… think you would actually come.” You find the courage to look him in the eyes.

“I didn’t think I would come either, it was a last-minute decision,” he admits. “I don’t know what was going through my mind when I decided to come.” He chuckles slightly, and you smile.

“Is it because I seemed cute to you at the fan sign?” You tease him. Embarrassing. You realize too late that you shouldn’t have said it.

You’re lucky, though, because he plays along, “I couldn’t find the words to tell you after being called a God.” He teases back, a smirk forming on his lips.

You stay silent for a while, embarrassment spreading across your cheeks and making him chuckle.

“Can you blame me? You have me obsessed over your fancams, the way you move is amazing.”

“Oh, yeah?” He grins, “I’m honored to know that a pretty girl like you watches my fancams.” He says playfully.

Pretty?

“Oh shut up.” You say jokingly, rolling your eyes to hide the blush coloring your cheeks.

“I will, if it’s you who says so.” He says, looking into your eyes in a way that now seems more intense.

You swallow hard, not expecting such a response, trying to hold his gaze.

“If you don’t stop talking like that, I’ll be completely yours, Mr. Bang.” You find the confidence in his eyes to say these words.

He chuckles, “I’d like to see that.”

“You’re being too much of a tease.” You say in a pouty tone, looking away like a child who didn’t get their candy.

“Don’t you like me for that very reason?” He asks rhetorically, raising an eyebrow.

You turn your head back toward him and smile, “Yes, I like you for that too.”

And he knew that at the end of this evening, he would have to leave and pretend nothing happened.

And he knew it was wrong and he would regret it when he had to face the consequences, but he did it anyway.

“Should we exchange numbers?”

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the nanny [paige bueckers] part six

[chapters 9 & 10]

‘the nanny’ master list!

chapter nine: thanks china man!

warnings: dialogue heavy, straight men.

walking into the large children's gym for the third time this week, catherine appreciated the slight change in temperature, the november storrs breeze bothering her more than when she assumed this morning, the thin black zip up she sported doing almost nothing. she was just glad she bundled up the little girl currently holding her hand in a long sleeve and a jacket before they left the house.

madison was attending her third 'practice' for the sports program paige had signed her up for the week prior at catherine's request. catherine wondered what sport she wanted to play today. on monday, she opted for soccer, still not over the ball game her nanny showed her. however, that wednesday, paige convinced her to try out basketball. and she liked it way too much, relishing how she could be just like her mom.

the pair wandered about the building, looking for the sign in sheet, discussing which sport she decided on today. to no one's surprise, she wanted to play basketball again.

after signing both of their names on the near full stack of papers, catherine let go of madison's hand momentarily.

"can i write my name?" the small girl asks, hands coming to rest on the white folding table that was chest level with her.

catherine chuckled at the curly headed girl, handing her the black ball point pen. "have at it."

madison excitedly stole the pen from catherine's grasp, peering over the sheet on her tip toes as she wrote her name, having practiced it for nearly two months at school. "m.. a.. d.. d.. i.. e.." she sounded out the letters of her name, taking her time. catherine appreciated how spread out each letter was, taking up way too much space on the provided line.

laughing lightly at the girl, she took hold of her hand once more, leading her down the long hallway of small gyms, each full of sounds of sneakers squeaking, children laughing, and parents making small talk.

finding the basketball gym they had been in just a couple of days prior, madison excitedly tried to free her hand of catherine's stronger grip. the woman just held onto her small hand until she stopped trying to run away. "hey, wait up, mama."

huffing, madison found herself at eye level with a crouched catherine. the woman eyed the girl, madison already knowing what the look was for. "sorry for huffing." she muttered.

"that's okay." the brunette assures, "i just wanted to tell you that i'm gonna go sit on the bleachers and watch you until your mom gets here. she's picking you up, so don't go looking for me. okay?" she explained to the small girl as easily as she could.

madison nodded, excited to finally go play her sport. catherine stood up, releasing the girls hand, madison taking that as her sign to go.

the woman watched the excited girl run up to some friends she made on monday, saying hi to the older woman as she coached the group of children.

catherine made her way up the creaky bleachers of the small and simple basketball court, finding a seat off to the side from majority of the other parents and gaurdians there.

plopping down onto the uncomfortable metal seats, she reached into her purse, hand searching around for both her phone and earbuds. snapping the earbuds into her cellphone, the girl scrolled through it momentarily before she found her lesson notes for that week. placing the earbuds comfortably in her ears, catherine clicked the first part of the lesson, getting ready for a boring hour until paige arrived to relieve her.

a mere twenty minutes went by before catherine felt someone plop down on to the empty space beside her. looking up, she caught the side profile of the blonde she grew so comfortable with. she noticed she was trying to make conversation with her, maybe not realizing the earbuds blocking her words out. the pair barely had time to talk this past week, their last real conversation being that fateful halloween night.

paige began to worry that her slight forwardness that night had began to push catherine away. and she wanted to do all but that.

the pair fell asleep exactly how they initially wound up together: heads resting on shoulders and hands on exposed thighs, paige subconsciously drawing soft scratches to the tan skin, lulling catherine to sleep in her half drunken state. the blonde was soon aware of her friend sleepiness, unable to see her face, but not wanting to move and possibly wake her up. little did she realize, the sounds of catherine's gentle breathing were soon putting her to sleep, her eyes heavy until they were outweighed, falling asleep. somehow the most comfortable in an uncomfortable position.

she tried desperately not to overthink catherine's missing person next to her the morning after, having been woken up by a very hungry madison.

"whatchu listenin' to?" paige asked the brunette to the right of her, feet resting on the bleachers in front of her. catherine definitely didn't miss her appearance, her practice shirt with the letters 'uconn' written straight across wrinkled in various places. she had just gotten back from practice.

"the harmonic melodies of.. chapter eleven: the red badge." the woman joked in reference to her homework, paige giving her a polite chuckle at that.

"she's doing really well," the blonde commented out of nowhere, the first to break the short silence.

catherine yanked for her earbuds, the headphones falling swiftly from her ears as she paused the ongoing lecture on her phone. looking back up to catch paige watching intently at a small children running around, catherine let out a small laugh. "how can you tell?"

"she's really focused." paige explained, the brunette to the side of her just nodding. "wish i knew she was into basketball like that."

"to be fair, i'm sure she didn't know she was into it either." catherine spoke matter of factly, not immediately recognizing the sort of sad tone to paige's words.

"true.. i mean, she's never even been to one of my games."

the brunette just shrugged, unsure of why paige was acting the way she was. "then take her to one."

paige shakes her head slightly and catherine's brows furrowed. this was not how paige normally was. typically more confident in her words and how she felt about things. "i don't know, she's never asked."

"oh, my god." catherine rolled her eyes affectionately to the woman beside her, "wake up, paige. she's five. stop beating yourself up thinking she hates you or something."

paige appreciated her tough forwardness, knowing it was coming from a place of care. however, nothing would make her feel okay about the immense guilt that would overtake her sometimes. "i've just missed so much of her life, it's hard not to think like that."

catherine sighs, "do you know how much she talks about you?" she asks, her question rhetorical but her voice soft. before paige could answer, the woman continued. "she loves you, a lot. you're her mom."

paige lets her words hang, lingering in the air that's somehow become stuffy in a matter of seconds. after a few moments of silence, she speaks. "how'd you get her to call me mom?.. i mean, like, how did you get her to talk about it?"

catherine was stumped. she didn't know how to answer the question when it happened, and still didn't know now. "i-i don't know.. i just asked?" she shrugged, hoping it didn't come off as her not caring. she just truly didn't know. it all just happened. "well, she asked me why i called you her mom, and then she told me 'grandma' would tell her that she shouldn't call you mom 'because you didn't act like one.'"

paige scoffed, almost knowing that's what was going to leave the brunettes mouth. "course she did."

catherine cocked an eyebrow, "yeah? what's going on with that?"

paige just tilted her head like she was looking for the right words. "my mom, uh, was mad that my dad and stepmom took in maddie and let me go away to college.. she thinks i should've stayed."

"do you think that?"

"at the time, i was thinking more for the future. y'know, i could have a very successful career after going to uconn.. i dunno, i guess i was just thinking that if i just spent a few years getting my shit together, i could give her a really good life—one i never had."

"and that's all that matters right now." catherine spoke, confidently and wisely. "your intentions are nothing but good. there is nothing to feel guilty about." catherine comforts the woman beside her.

she could see paige wasn't much for agreeing with her. she felt there was everything to feel guilty about. catherine sighs, taking her eyes off of the saddened blonde, looking straight ahead. "look," she starts. "maddie loves you. okay? she loves having you here. don't harp on the old stuff. you're just gonna end up projecting your feelings and guilt onto her." catherine explains. "and that's not fair to her.. she needs you as your best version of yourself.. and she'll understand when she's older. why you did what you did." catherine pauses.

paige swoops in, almost wanting to end the conversation where it was at to avoid her going down an even deeper rabbit hole of emotions. "thanks, cat." paige said, genuinely.

catherine shrugs, a humble face giving paige a small smile. "anytime.." she trails off, watching as paige's smile replicated hers, now turning to look out into the crowd. "so.. do i get a raise for being your part time therapist?"

paige lets out a laugh at that, "you wish."

walking down the stands, paige and catherine mindlessly conversed, throwing around a random topic that peaked their interest when they were on the bleachers.

soon, an excited madison was running up to the pair, throwing her arms around paige. pulling away momentarily, a smile plastered on both of their faces as they spoke their greetings, madison turns to see catherine, another wave of excitement taking over, soon throwing her arms around the brunette.

"i thought you were going home!" her small voice spoke loud over the noise of the other children reuniting with their families.

"your mom kept me talking." catherine says, nudging paige with a smile.

paige rolled her eyes playfully, looking down at the curly head before her. "whatever." she sasses, "what do you wanna get for diners?"

"hmm.." the small girl thought out loud, a finger coming to rest on her lips as she contemplated. "oo, chinese!"

"mm, i'm down." paige agrees, a hand coming up to her rumbling stomach. she then bends down to whispers something into her daughters ear, hand coming up to hide her words, eyeing catherine in the process. all the brunette could do was chuckle.

madison jumps when paige is finished relaying her secret, agreeing enthusiastically before she turns to her nanny. "cat, do you wanna have dinner with us?" her small and excited voice asked, trying to seem like she had came up with the idea all on her own.

catherine's heart warmed immediately at her invite, a pout wanting desperately to play on her lips. looking between the two, she felt a rush of peace course through her. however, she also felt a rush of anxiety. she wasn't sure why. it had been that way since halloween. something about being in a casual friend setting with paige started to make her nervous. "uh.." she sighed, "i'm sorry, mama. i have to go." she spoke, hesitation in her words.

paige spoke before she thought, "what? why?"

"gotta get to the laundromat before they close. i desperately need my everyday clothes back."

"wash it at my place." paige said simply, almost always confident in her words. more confident than she was just moments prior. paige watched the woman's hesitation, her mind too trailing to the night of halloween. though nothing happened, things took a change. and neither of them could quite place it.

luckily, paige had the charm of her five year old daughter.

"please, cat?" madison pleaded, dragging out her words and pulling out her very convincing doe eyes on the taller woman.

how could catherine say no?

˚✧.*

the sound of practiced knocking at the buecker's front door immediately had madison perching up in her spot on paige's lap.

the three of them had been hanging out on the couch, a kid's show madison liked to call 'ladybug' playing. paige had either been starring off into space or trying to chat with catherine. however, catherine was finding herself seriously invested in the super hero show.

"is that it?" the small girl asked, in reference to their dinner being delivered. looking back at paige, she watched as her mom simply nodded.

catherine sits up from her spot on the dark grey couch, seated directly next to paige, their positions mimicking how they once sat on this very couch only a week ago. "i'll go get it."

"wait, wait, can i come too?" an excited madison asked, hopping off of paige's lap before either of the women could grant her wish.

both chuckling at the girl as she ran past catherine, desperate to make it to the door first, paige just looks past her shoulder at the brunette. "my wallets on the counter."

catherine walked past, grabbing the lavender leather smoothly and holding it up to show paige she retrieved said wallet, going to meet madison as she fumbled with the lock.

with the assistance of her nanny, she swung the front door open, quick to greet the young man before her. "hello!"

the man smiled, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "hey," he greeted back just as enthusiastically. he then looked up to find catherine's eyes, "hi." he greeted politely at the woman in front of him.

"hi, how are you?" catherine spoke in casualties.

"not too bad." the man responded, looking down at madison once again. "this for you?" he asks, slightly nudging the brown paper bag full of food towards the small girl.

madison simply nodded. "yeah." she spoke, grabbing the bag from him confidently. "thanks, china man!" the girl spoke before walking back inside.

the young man couldn't help but laugh at that, catherine's jaw dropping momentarily before a small laugh left her lips as well. "oh, god. sorry about her."

"nah, nah." he deflected her words, assuring her it was okay. "she yours?"

catherine shook her head, her hands finding paige's wallet that she had stuffed into her pockets not too long ago. "not exactly." she answered, pulling out the wallet. "sorry, how much did you say it was?"

though he had never told her, he decided to be polite and not correct her. "uh, $39." the man watched as catherine dug through the small light purple wallet, pulling out a few bills. "but, honestly, don't worry about it."

catherine looked up, money prepared in hand, confusion playing on her face. "oh, no—you don't have to do that. it's a lot of food." she explained, declining his generous offer.

reluctantly, the man accepts her money, digging in his own work pouch for her change. "keep the change." catherine says before he could pull anything out, considering the extra cash to be his tip. he began to protest, catherine picking up on these as casualties. "seriously, i insist."

the man nodded, still searching for the woman's change. "honestly, a better tip would be your number." he spoke, his words smooth, catching catherine off gaurd.

"my number?" catherine asked. not even flattered, just straight up confused.

"mhm. i think you're gorgeous." the man spoke, his words as smooth as before. and now the small smile he was giving her allowed for hundreds of butterflies to infiltrate her stomach.

laughing nervously with an appreciative smile, the woman tries to respond. "oh, um, thank you—"

however, she wouldn't even be able to get all of her words out before she was interrupted by paige's overwhelming presence, feeling her friend behind her in a matter of seconds.

"sup," paige starts, looking like she's trying to shimmy her way in between the man and the woman. catherine wasn't one to stand down, never losing eye contact with the man as she stayed firm in her spot, paige having to opt to be next to her. "did we not give you enough?" the woman asks, in reference to how much they owed the man for their dinner.

it took the man a second to snap out of his flirting ways when he saw paige walking up, about to try and smooth talk her as well until he realized she probably wasn't the one to be doing all of that with. "uh, nah." he started, a nervous hand coming to rub and squeeze the back of his neck. "just tryna give her, her change back."

paige simply just shook her head, briefly stepping past catherine to grab the front door. "keep it. have a good night." the woman assured before closing the door on the man.

locking the door, she walks past catherine right back down the small hall she was once listening into their conversation in. "weirdo."

hearing those words leave paige's lips, catherine scoffed quietly, turning on her heel to follow the woman down the corridor. "i thought he was nice."

catherine watched the back of paige's shoulder go up and down, shrugging in disagreement, her blonde hair fanned across her back and shoulders. walking into the kitchen, they both continued their conversation.

"asking a girl for her number at her front door as a stranger is weird." paige said matter of factly, as she unloaded the large brown paper bag she just had to help madison bring in.

the brunette shrugs, walking up to the cabinet where paige kept all of her plates. grabbing three plastic ones, she walks them back to the island counter where paige began lining up each container of food. "to be fair, it's not my house."

paige barely had to think of her answer, a thumb coming up to her lips to wipe away whatever food she got on it. "might as well be the way you cook and clean."

"because no one else will," the woman spoke as confidently as paige did, a few head nods to follow. "plus, i get paid for it."

paige turns to face catherine completely, a hip leaning against the granite counter top, her arms crossing over her chest. she tried to read the woman, wondering what she had been trying to get at. was she seriously trying to get the man's number? "well, right now i'm paying you to eat dinner with us." paige spoke, dipping her head ever so slightly to the woman.

looking up from her not yet filled plate, catherine catches paige's eyes. "well, that sounds pathetic."

standing back up straight, paige shrugs, going back to filling her plate. "aight, go get his number. maybe he'll give you more free food since imma eat yours."

catherine laughs at that, a fake pout on her lip. "aww, scared i'll find a new best friend?"

it's paige's turn to laugh, watching as catherine fills the plastic plate with small portions of food. "oh, we're best friends now?"

placing the plate in front of madison, who was patiently waiting for her food since the women walked back into the kitchen moments prior, catherine shrugs. "might as well be, the way you be asking me to hang out all the time."

"ah, sorry. 'scuse me for saving your social life."

"fuck off." catherine joked back, madison looking up from her plate frantically at that.

"fuck is a bad word, cat."

it took everything for the two of them to not laugh at the girl.

"yes, you're right." catherine agreed, small laughs escaping through her words. "so, don't say it again."

catherine wanted to sit there and think about why paige was adamant enough to make sure she didn't talk to that guy. why she was so eager to have dinner together. why she kept having catherine around more than she needed her. was she just being a good friend? looking out for her?

"oh, i got you somethin'." paige spoke out of no where, finishing up a bite of her food.

catherine watched as she walked over to the high up cabinet that rested over her refrigerator, opening it. she heard the sounds of bottles clinking together, a curious smile on her face.

that was until paige pulled back—a tall, dark bottle in her hands. before the blonde could even speak, catherine was immediately laughing. "stop. you didn't."

the blonde smugly walked over to the woman, nodding and shrugging as nonchalant as possible. "i did."

rolling her eyes playfully at those words, catherine takes the bottle from paige's hands gently, turning it a few times in her hands to read the label. it was an aged wine, possibly one of catherine's favorites. one she normally only bought on special occasions. "why?"

paige shrugged again, not really knowing the answer to her question. she had just thought to do it. "dunno.. if you're staying here late, or overnight.. y'know."

once again that evening, the brunette's heart felt full, and she was warm throughout her body, a sense of comfort she only really felt when she was with paige and madison. "that's.. so sweet, thank you." catherine says, genuinely.

paige had already went back to eating her food, just giving catherine a simple nod. "for sure."

catherine too picked up her plate once again, though she wouldn't be able to focus on it. her eyes kept wandering over to the blonde, who had started to become more and more intriguing the more time she spent with her.

paige was unlike any friend she had ever had. and she loved everything about that.

"what is that?" a small voice interrupted catherine's thoughts, finding it to be madison's curious one.

"mom juice." paige answered quickly and casually, as to convince the girl as much as possible.

however, that's was nearly impossible now at the sounds of catherine laughing at that.

chapter ten: take my breath away.

catherine's feet ached as she quickly roamed the small but overwhelming florist section of the grocery store closest to vinyl. the woman picked up an early shift at the club, which was actually just a bar during the day, hoping to take home a few extra dollars in tips. what she didn't expect was a rush that kept her almost an hour past her scheduled time.

looking down at the time displayed on her phone screen, catherine's eyes bulged. the digital clock read 5:06, and she was definitely wasn't going to make it to paige's apartment by the time she had promised.

today was paige's first game of the season, and though she wouldn't admit it to many, catherine could tell she was extremely nervous. and, she wanted to get her flowers..

as a good luck charm! of course.

the woman's eyes wandered the selection of flowers, ranging from bright, red roses to soft, white lillie's. catherine wondered if she was overthinking the whole flower idea, but tried to silence her thoughts in the soft pink tulips she had been deciding on.

she loved the delicacy of them, feeling a sense of calm rush over her when she first laid eyes on them. she wanted paige to feel calm, she wanted something to ease her nerves. being friends and all, catherine and paige started to be able to read the other more than other people could.

looking down at the time on her phone once more, she made a rush decision and picked the tulips, her tired feet carrying her to the checkout stand as fast as they could.

˚✧.*

madison sat comfortably on the carpeted part of her living room floor, a toy truck in hand. the girl had spent the last few minutes ramming the truck relentlessly into the t.v. stand in front of her, which was also playing a show of her choice. the 'ladybug' superhero show, as she called it.

paige had been sat in her pregame outfit on the couch with her laptop seated comfortably with her as she clicked away at the homework on her screen. the woman spent the past twenty minutes telling her daughter to keep the noise down and to stop attacking her furniture, and though the girl would listen at first, she was right back at it only minutes later.

the blonde wondered how catherine did this everyday, already exhausted at the constant back and forth between her and the five year old. sometimes she wished she could just call her to come over. sometimes for madison, sometimes for herself. something about catherine's presence was, at times, eerily calming. how she could stay composed in a lot of situations paige would absolutely crumble under. how she somehow managed to hold the answer and solution to every worry or every problem the bueckers ever faced.

paige thought about her often, her mind wandering to the woman in any given situations. she'd wonder what catherine did with her spare time, normally assuming she was nose deep in an assignment or deep cleaning her apartment.

or maybe she was doing something new to her hair. the blonde could have sworn catherine wore a different hair style everyday. she thought it was cute, the styles always fitting her so well. the were simple, but cute and complimenting to her soft locks. oh, her hair looked so soft and so healthy. paige would imagine the day she could run her fingers through the chocolate brown strands, the feeling soothing her calloused finger tips.

or maybe she was doing her nails. paige always noticed the woman's seemingly fresh manicure, and how it would feel when catherine ran her hand down her arm whenever she tried to comfort her, the soft scratches leaving a trail of fire down her smooth skin. she liked the contrast of the dark red polish that made her seem mature to the light pink polish a week later that made her seem vibrant.

or maybe she was simply just relaxing, stretched out on her cream colored couch, history book in hand. paige always loved the small moments they had to relax together. the pair sat on the couch, a shared blanket sitting across their laps (mainly catherine's because she always stole it), madison curled up by her side with a show playing quietly in the background as they talked about their days, homework they were stressed about, or whatever else was on their minds. the woman always relished those moments, and she sort of missed them.

she felt like catherine had been away more in recent weeks, leaving shortly after the woman returned home instead of staying to have dinner with her, and dismissing her invitations to hang out, whether alone or with the team. she tried her best to avoid the thoughts, but they were frequent.

however, paige could always rely on her daughter to keep her from her own mind by her loud ass toys.

"ah!" the small girl screamed, whatever game she was playing in her mind clearly getting intense.

closing her eyes at the sound of madison, yet again, slamming her blue, toy truck into paige's nearly brand new t.v. stand, paige sighed. "madison.."

madison could hear the seriousness of her mothers tone, the blue truck coming to a complete halt in her hand. "yes?" she responded, hesitantly looking up to catch the scary blue eyes that said everything paige needed to.

"i'm not playin' witchu," paige started, madison sighing to herself before she backed away from the t.v. stand.

pouting, the girl eventually put her toys away, a habit catherine stowed upon her, eventually making her way towards her mom. climbing up the couch paige was still resting on, madison fell to the woman's side. wiggling beside the woman to get herself comfortable against her, madison watched as paige clicked random keys on her device. naturally, paige let an arm fall over her daughters body, hugging the girl into her side as her eyes stayed glued to the screen.

the girl opted to watch her cartoon quietly for a few minutes before, again, interrupting the silence.

"mom?" madison speaks out of nowhere, eyes looking down at the small uconn jersey she was sporting, matching paige's almost identically, as she picked relentlessly at the printed '5'.

paige looks down slightly at the small girl with curiosity. "wassup?"

"i'm bored." the girl dragged out, dramatizing her feelings greatly.

paige nodded, "i know, babe. just a little longer."

madison sighed again, the boredom absolutely overwhelming in her mind. "when're we leaving?"

the pair were waiting for catherine to arrive, eagerly awaiting paige's first game of the season. catherine insisted on bringing madison, which, in turn, meant she too was attending.

paige wouldn't lie and say she wasn't nervous about bringing madison. no one really knew paige had a kid, and she knew that after tonight, there was a big chance of it coming out. she wasn't embarrassed or shy about the fact by any means, she just wasn't sure what to do. how to respond to the overwhelming questions she expected would come, and the invading ones. madison's safety was one of her biggest priorities, and possibly jeopardizing that made her nervous.

"whenever cat gets here." the blonde answers. "which better be soon, because i need warm up."

"i can help you!" madison offers, nothing but the excitement from her amazing idea coating her words.

paige smiles down at the girl once again, a shocked expression on her face to appeal to the five year old. "you can?"

"mhm." madison hummed confidently, "i know how to play basketball like you now, too!"

paige let out a soft laugh before closing her laptop screen. she was studied out for the day, deciding maybe she should give it a break and hang with her daughter. "bet, aight." she spoke before getting up and trucking over to the basket madison had just 'neatly' put back together minutes prior.

digging around in the basket of toys that laid neatly in the corner of the living room, paige found a small, light, pink basketball, practically waiting for them. since madison has started playing sports, some of her stuffed animals were quickly replaced by a variety of balls that correlated with different sports, the small girl absolutely adoring each and every sport she tried out.

taking the pink ball in hand, paige quickly tossed it over to daughter as she nudged the small coffee table to the same corner the toy filled basket resided with her shin, allowing more space for their roughhousing.

the pair let the ball bounce between them. paige obviously went easy on the girl, letting her make shots into the basket of toys they declared would be the net. though, she did relish the few times she would block madison with ease. or how the girl would fume when paige would steal the ball, and all paige could imagine was steam leaving her red ears.

they were absolutely disturbing their neighbors below them.

"see, mom? now you are playing with me!" the girl spoke, paige laughing as the saying she spoke earlier completely went over madison's head.

it wasn't long into their small and crammed scrimmage that catherine arrived, the pair almost dismissing the sound of her keys jiggling out of the lock and the wrapped up pink flowers in her free hand.

"sorry, sorry, i got stuck at the club." the woman spoke before noticing the sight, absolutely adoring it. "that's all the jumping around i heard." catherine spoke, a small laugh in her words and she walked in further, not bothering to lock the door behind her.

looking up the second her words registered in her head, paige's brows furrowed, dismissing everything else. "the club?" in a quick move, madison was stealing the ball from paige's hands and 'dunking' the pink basketball into her net, a satisfied 'yes!' leaving her lips.

the brunette's face mimicked paige's confusion, brows furrowing as well. "yeah?"

"you still work there?"

a small laugh left her lips, the feeling of madison clinging harshly to her leg eliciting it out of her. her hand reached down to rub the girls back as she spoke, "yeah, i never quit." catherine responded before continuing with her explanation, "i just pick up a few shifts here and there."

guess that's what she does in her free time, the woman concluded to herself.

paige wondered as she turned off the t.v. before she walked around the room for her bags and car keys, ready to leave as soon as possible, not even noticing the flowers in catherine's hands.

after grabbing her necessities, the blonde turned to find catherine eyeing her expectantly. paige couldn't help but furrow her brows once again, wondering what catherine was trying to remind her of. taking a step back to take in her appearance, she caught the soft pink flowers that laid in the woman's arms.

"what're those for?" paige spoke softly, though her face didn't represent her words fairly. she already knew what and who they were for, and she could immediately feel herself falling.

"these—" catherine started, already tripping over her words as she pushed the bouquet to paige. "they're for you." she said simply, completely oblivious to paige's tender thoughts, her stomach sinking slightly at paige's lack of a reaction.

the blonde felt her heart swarm. she didn't normally receive flowers. the gesture was so sweet, something she wasn't expecting at all. she was soon lost, eyes fluttering between the woman and the rosy pink flowers in her hands. she saw catherine's genuine smile and eager face, her eyes lit. taking the bouquet out of the woman's hands, she spoke softly. "thank you."

she couldn't even smile, she was just so taken back. "i really appreciate it."

catherine wasn't expecting a big reaction or an overwhelming hug by any means. but she definitely was looking for a little more than paige's calm reaction. maybe she overthought the flowers, maybe they weren't a good idea. "if you—" the woman, started, cutting herself off by trying to correct her over-caring tone. "if you don't like them, i can take them." she spoke, her head shaking with her words.

paige looked up from the bouquet, "what?" she asked, confused once again, her voice soft and almost breathless. her breathing had stopped momentarily as she lost herself in thought. "no, no," she realized she must've looked like she didn't like them, shaking her head slightly. "i love them." she assured, her crystal eyes locking with catherine's unsure ones. "i promise. don't worry."

catherine nodded, her face softening with less stress than moments before. "just a.. good luck wish on your first game!" she explained, though it wasn't needed. "from me.. and maddie!"

paige finally let her smile show, nodding. though it was more of a smirk mixed with a grin, her face a mix of shyness and adoration. she wasn't sure how to feel. though they were all good things, she didn't know what to think.

"can we go now?" a small voice interrupted the pair, something that happened quite often between them.

looking down at madison, catherine nodded eagerly. "oh—yes! we need to go, like, now."

˚✧.*

paige took it upon herself to explain spectator ediquite to madison on their drive there—explaining when to clap, how to send good luck to free throwers, and when to throw up the number three with her fingers.

they arrived with only moments to spare before paige's head coach, geno, would have a heart attack at how late she was.

walking down the hall that lead to the court, paige explained to the brunette where she and madison were seated before crouching down to madison. "don't wander off, always stay with cat.. and send me lots of luck, aight?"

madison nodded enthusiastically, hands flying in the air to wiggle her fingers the way paige had showed her on their way over.

laughing, paige pulled the small girl into a tight hug. "m'kay, i love you." she spoke as she pulled away, madison's response almost identical to paige's.

eventually, they all go their separate ways on opposite sides of the hall, paige turning the corner that led to the locker rooms and catherine walking madison to the huge double doors that entered them into the court.

upon entering, the woman could immediately feel the good energy that radiated the stands. and it wasn't even fully packed yet. though, catherine was glad they got there when they did, wanting to sit as close to the floor as they possibly could.

definitely not court side, but still super close. and close to where paige and the team would be sat.

the pair sat comfortably as they stands filled quickly and the noise getting louder by the minute. catherine was already digging into her purse for snack number two for madison when the lights finally dimmed, listening to the commentators call out the names of the starting players for each team.

to say the stands went crazy when they called paige's name was an understatement. though, they had the buzzing energy of madison to thank for that, the girl never jumping and cheering so loudly in her life.

˚✧.*

the pair watched the ball game intently. and though uconn held a pretty good lead on the opposing team into their fourth and final quarter, they were still watching as if it was a neck-and-neck game.

catherine's eyes were fixed on paige, watching as she dribbled the orange basketball down the court slowly, dragging out their shot clock as much as she could. paige looked to the crowd, not even worried about the point guard hovering just feet away from her, searching for the faces she'd been playing for all night.

finally she caught madison's lit up face, smiling happily at the mere fact that her daughter was finally here, watching her play, cheering her on and loving her unconditionally.

then, she found catherine's face, shooting her a nod and a smile.

luckily, the blonde was so far away, because she would've instantly seen the sheer, red blush that instantly flooded catherine cheeks.

the woman sat back in her seat at this, flustered and confused at how such a simple gesture left her head spinning and her mind fuzzy.

she wasn't allowing her thoughts to travel where they so desperately wanted to go, and where she so desperately wanted to avoid. she didn't understand the things she was feeling, and she wasn't sure why. paige was just her friend, a great friend. why were things suddenly feeling so complicated? so uneasy? so.. intimidating?

unfortunately, though, her thoughts were just too loud. the small voice in the back of her mind asking the inevitable question she's been pondering on since that halloween night. did her feelings for paige run deeper than she originally thought? was paige feeling it too?

sighing at how fast her mind was moving, her face dropped. catherine was soon filled with regret. she regretted being as close to paige as she was. she regretted the flowers she bought her earlier. she regretted the innocent, lingering touches they shared.

she couldn't allow herself to feel the way she did, and she hoped desperately paige wasn't taking catherine's actions the way her subconscious had been praying for. the woman hoped, and she wished, and she prayed that things weren't the way they seemed.

but for some reason.. even she could not convince herself that what she was feeling wasn't true.

"cat, look at mom!" the small girl beside the flustered woman cheers, her clapping bringing catherine back down from her clouded mind.

the brunette simply smiles down at the girl, "she's amazing." she nodded and genuinely, agreeing with madison beyond tonight.

paige simply and truly was amazing to her.

authors note!

i am SO happy to hear you're all enjoying this silly story as much as i enjoy writing it. of course, tell me all of your thoughts! reading your comments might be my favorite thing in the world. i'm sorry this chapter is so dialogue heavy, but i had so much dialogue inspo and i normally struggle with it so i'm trying to take it as a win haha.

and omg a little protective paige?? i'm already obsessed. AND cat lowk confessing her feelings abt paige to herself?? im so excited.

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From Completely Different Worlds - William Nylander

The Sweden Chapter - Part Three

For @misshoneyimhome birthday celebration - I hope you enjoy this next part. And no rush with this either - I know you are killing it with your training 👏💞

A/N - so this was to be the final part of the Sweden Chapter but I still have more that I want to write for these two so yeah... I will need to do another part to this.

Just a quick note, that this is 10k words. I really try hard not to release these larger stories as readers are busy, and I totally get that. But I couldn't find a natural break in the story (that was obvious to me anyway) in order to further split this up.

Notes and Warnings - goes without saying - profanity, smut (basic p in v, oral - m receiving). I think that's it.

18+ only please.

Camilla Nylander Altelius stood waiting at the arrivals gate at Stockholm's Arlanda airport with a simple sign with two letters colored on a white foam board: L and G. Her young nieces wanted to make a sign for William's friend, Loren, who was coming to visit him from Toronto.

Although Camilla knew the sign was not necessary since Loren knew what Camilla looked like, she thought it was a sweet gesture from the girls nevertheless.

Despite her typical friendly nature, Camilla stayed off to the side of the other folks who surrounded her while waiting for their respective arrivals. The Nylanders are well-known throughout the city and preferred to blend into the background and remain inconspicuous.

She watched carefully as the passengers from Loren's flight began to trickle through the doors. The number of passengers were many, and there were moments where Camilla had to stand on her toes to try and spot Loren as she walked through.

But as the people who disembarked the plane met their awaiting greeters, Camilla grew nervous as there was no sign of Loren.

After 30 minutes, Camilla texted William to make sure that she was supposed to be on that flight. A panicked William responded straight away, confirming that she had texted him once she was in her seat. It was a direct flight, so there were no connecting flights to miss.

William said he would text her to see if everything was okay.

After calls and texts went unanswered and unread, William and his parents were visibly concerned.

Camilla continued to wait patiently despite the knot that had formed in her stomach.

Close to 45 minutes after the plane had fully disembarked, Loren appeared looking a little tired but incredibly relieved when she saw Camilla there still waiting for her.

Camilla cheekily held up the sign, and Loren hurriedly walked up to her, a mix of joy and appreciation expressed on her face.

The two embraced excitedly, and the chatter between them began while Camilla motioned to take Loren's carry-on.

As they walked, Loren began to profusely apologize and explain the reason why she was held aside.

As she tried to explain, Loren also felt her phone buzzing in her purse with incoming calls.

Camilla saw that Loren was getting a little frazzled and overwhelmed, so she stopped walking, took Loren's hand, and warmly reminded Loren to breathe.

Loren did exactly what Camilla told her. She breathed deeply and managed to squeeze in another apology for the delay. William had told his mother about how considerate Loren was, almost to a fault.

Armed with this knowledge, Camilla joked that William, who she assumed was the one calling Loren's phone incessantly, could wait or else she'd ban him from using it altogether. He still had to listen to his mother, she said.

Loren nodded enthusiastically and replied, "I can hold him while you grab his phone." She looked at Camilla and blushed. "I imagine he's pretty stressed right now."

Camilla nodded and draped her arm around Loren's shoulder as they began walking. "He's just really looking forward to seeing you again. And I can see that you are excited to see him too."

They liked each other instantly, and their connection was almost palpable.

Loren continued to explain that customs had flagged her as entering with a tourist working visa. All the paperwork met the requirements and everything was above board, but the officers wanted to look through her suitcase and ask her questions anyway. They even asked to see some of her content and videos.

"They asked who I was staying with while I'm here—I thought I'd better keep William's name out of this, so I hope it's okay that I said you and Michael… that I'm a family friend?"

I really, really like this girl, Camilla thought.

Camilla chuckled. "It's all actually true. You'll be coming to the lake house to stay with us during your trip, and you are absolutely a family friend."

Camilla exuded beauty and grace. She was warm, caring, and Loren sensed a deep wisdom in her.

Never mind William—Camilla was Loren's new crush.

Camilla and Loren chatted on like old school friends as they rolled Loren's luggage through the bright open space towards the exit to the car park.

Loren's nervous excitement looped throughout her entire body.

Seeing William. Meeting his family. Seeing his home. Greeting his dogs. Going out with his friends.

While Camilla and Loren had been talking and navigating the airport, they seemingly missed several calls from William. Camilla finally heard the chime from her own phone and this time, it was Michael calling her.

Camilla spoke Swedish and then let out a chuckle while rolling her eyes. Loren smiled at her but tried to mind her own business as they stepped on the elevator to go to the 4th level of the car park.

Camilla put her phone back in her purse and smiled at Loren. "A certain someone has been trying to get a hold of us—he's been panicking a little bit. But we're almost there."

Loren took a deep breath and exhaled, placing her hand on her stomach to try and calm the butterflies. Loren's hand was even trembling slightly.

Camilla glanced over sympathetically and put her arm around Loren. She said nothing, but the comfort in her gesture spoke volumes.

When the elevator doors opened, Loren's pulse was racing so fast, she had to grip the handle of her luggage hard as a distraction.

They walked past a large cinder block post, and that's when she saw him. He was leaning up against his SUV, a baseball hat shaded part of his face as he talked to his Dad. The off-season certainly agreed with him. He looked incredible.

Loren's breath caught in her throat as they came within view. William turned and half-jogged, half-sprinted towards Loren.

She let out a little squeal of pure happiness as William pulled her in, hugging her tightly. Her feet left the ground as William's embrace was so strong and exuberant, she almost got lost in the moment and wrapped her legs around him.

William leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. Though his words were muffled, they expressed absolute joy and relief that she was actually there with him. Loren's fingers trailed up the back of his hair as she whispered, "You look amazing. I'm so happy to see you."

After William stabilized her on the ground, Loren looked over to Michael and tried to settle her emotions as she introduced herself. Michael embraced Loren as well, and the two exchanged pleasantries as William put Loren's luggage in the trunk.

Holding the back passenger door open for her, Loren slid onto the seat, unable to quell the smile on her face. William slid in next to her. His cologne must have pheromones in it as the effect it had between her legs was immediate and intense.

If Loren was feeling the heat rising in her panties, William was right there with her. He was thankful that his parents agreed to accompany him, so that he could keep a low profile, yet still be at the airport when Loren arrived.

But God, how he wanted her in that very second. If they were alone, he could have easily found a secluded area, adjusted the back seats, and spent hours pleasuring and exploring her body. From the moment they expressed how much they missed each other in the previous weeks, the anticipation of their reunion was now reaching a fever pitch.

The confined space of the car only seemed to amplify the mounting desire them. Forced to keep the heightening tension at bay, Loren answered more questions about her overall travel experience.

Did she sleep? How was the flight? How was the meal?

As Loren engaged in laughter and further conversation with Michael and Camilla, William remained quiet. He watched her bright and effervescent personality immediately enchant his parents. As the SUV approached the city centre, her excitement overflowed as the beauty of Stockholm was in her line of vision. William leaned in close to Loren, and with their fingers entwined, his thumb caressed hers drawing light circles on her skin.

Every so often, Loren would turn to him, her eyes were alive and sparkled with joy. She radiated pure happiness, and William felt his heart swell with an sense of absolute contentment. The only thing he wished he could change is pressing for her to come sooner.

As they approached a beautiful and ornate stone and brick building, William leaned over an quietly explained that his siblings are waiting for them in his flat. He knew she would be fatigued but he felt it would be best for her start adjusting her body clock to local time, and remain awake until later that evening.

Michael and William unpacked Loren’s luggage and followed her and Camilla up the one flight of stairs to William’s door. Loren smiled at Camilla and took a deep breath. She could empathize with Loren’s nervousness, she felt the same meeting Michael’s enormous family back when they were dating.

Camilla ushered Loren through the front entrance and were first greeted by Pablo and Banksy, both on standing on their hinds legs, clamoring for Loren. She knelt down, scratching and rubbing both dogs while murmuring words of affection against their faces.

William warmly placed his hand on the small of Loren’s back as she stood up, letting her know he’s putting her bags in his bedroom. That felt surreal unto itself.

Then William's siblings approached Loren. Introductions began with his three younger biological sisters, who welcomed her with warm hugs and laughter, playfully teasing William in the process. Michelle, William's half-sister, was slightly more reserved, but she and Loren connected instantly—much like Loren had with Camilla.

Alex was next. He grinned widely and gave Loren a sizeable hug and expressed how great it was she was able to visit. He made a dig or two at William about his golf game and said he looked forward to Loren kicking his ass on the course.

There was only one person who appeared unimpressed by Loren’s arrival. To say she was unenthused would be an understatement.

Alex’s girlfriend, Isla.

Her greeting to Loren was cold and unwelcoming. She barely accepted Loren's offered handshake, and sneered at Loren when she said she was so happy to meet Isla.

After returning to lean against a door jam, she scanned Loren and her attire, she muttered comments under her breath to Alex in Swedish—remarks that were unmistakably snide. Alex scoffed incredulously at his girlfriend’s jeers and ridicule towards his brother’s guest. “Look, be nice. She doesn’t have a lot of money.”

“She had enough to fly here. Oh wait, I bet William had to pay,” Isla said scornfully. “There’s a million girls around here that would suit William so much better than her.”

Alex pulled Isla into a side hug. “Okay, tiger…that’s enough. You don’t know her to say anything like that.”

“Fuck that. Oh shit….she’s going to be coming out with us to Gemma too, isn’t she. Oh god, I don’t want to be stuck with this girl all night, Alex.”

“Isla - c’mon. She came here to see William…not everything is about you,” Alex playfully jabbed.

“Yeah, well - William should have maybe given Margot a chance. Given he fucked her, she thought he might have been interested….. we’d all have so much fun together, and Margot is a way better fit for his lifestyle. If could be him and Margot together tonight at the bar and he can send this one home,” Isla said, flippantly pointing towards Loren.

Isla sipped her drink and watched how everyone was fawning over Loren. They certainly never treated her like this when she and Alex first started dating.

Isla didn’t even realize that she was glaring at Loren, but Loren sure noticed.

As she sat across the room, Loren was baffled and worried at the same time. The exchange between Isla and Loren could not have been much more than 20 seconds and Loren was wondering what the hell she had done to Isla for her not to like her….already. Loren wanted to make a great impression across the board, and Isla in particular, given the boys’ tight knit relationship. It would be a major blow if the two ladies couldn’t find at least some common ground.

She just met you - what the fuck happened that she can’t stand you already? Loren thought as she felt her gut twist.

William's sister, Stephanie, called out to Loren after speaking with Camilla.

"Wait—so Loren, you're going to be working during your vacation? What kind of work is it again? Mom said you were held back after you landed—and the guards went through your stuff?"

William had heard about Loren's brief detainment during the car ride to his place. Once more, he felt pangs of guilt as he reflected on her sacrifices. Loren had just started a new job, and he had practically begged her to visit. The sudden realization of how self-centered his request was began to weigh on his mind.

Since William had implored Loren to visit, he offered to cover not just her expenses, but compensate for her time away from work. And as expected, she refused, having dipped into her Caribbean getaway fund to pay for the flight and time away from work.

A thought nagged at him.

She always seemed to add to his life, while he somehow subtracted from hers.

And yet Loren was interacting effortlessly with his family. Her smile and infectious laughter seemed to help dispel these notions that were infecting his mind.

He had begun to consider that they might be on the precipice of something really amazing with one another, and he silently vowed he would show her the best time in the coming days.

Loren explained the basics of her language vlog, and how her new manager was receptive to her apologetic vacation request. They devised a plan for Loren to do some field work in Stockholm related to those with dual and multiple languages. Getting a tourist working visa was simple due to less stringent requirements for Canadian citizens. They could review the footage upon her return and create a multi-part segment. Her manager even suggested they might reimburse part of the trip if her videos ended up being published.

William's youngest sister, Ella, chimed in, suggesting that since Isla had her own vlog, perhaps she and Loren could collaborate.

Loren looked towards Isla, hoping this could be their common ground. Her smile quickly faded as Isla chuckled, as if the mere idea was utterly absurd.

Loren's personality was highly empathetic—she absorbed energy from those around her. She could often relate to and understand others' feelings deeply, sometimes even adopting their worries as her own.

This is why Isla's demeanor affected Loren to her core. She wasn't used to evoking such a negative response, especially from someone she had been looking forward to meeting.

Loren looked towards Isla again, hoping to find some connection. Her smile faded as Isla chuckled dismissively.

Isla's immediate dislike may have gone unnoticed by most of the group, except for Alex, as she was quite vocal about her disdain for Loren. However, Michelle, the Nylander’s older half-sister, quietly observed Isla's unwarranted behavior. Noticing how Loren's bubbly and personable nature seemed to wilt from her interactions with Isla, Michelle internally resolved to be an additional support to Loren.

Much to William's delight, his family instantly warmed to Loren.

In one moment, he observed his father engrossed in conversation with her, explaining the ins and outs of Swedish culture and cuisine. William heart swelled watching Loren, clearly fascinated with Michael as she listened intently with genuine interest. After Loren was whisked away by the Nylander women, Michael was quick to approach William and tell him how impressed his is with her.

Alex approached his brother and father and the three sat down together and continued to enjoy some drinks and appetizers that had been laid out. Most of the woman had congregated in the kitchen, which was just through an open doorway from the living room. William had a clear line of vision to Loren as she leaned against the countertop, her engagement with the ladies remained effortless.

Alex followed William’s gaze and chuckled at how smitten his brother appeared to be.

“Fuck dude- keep staring,” Alex laughed. “She seems really nice though - fucking banging hot,” he added. Michael sent his second son a disapproving glance.

“I think she’s probably one of the kindest people I know. And yeah - she’s smokin’ but I don’t really even care about that….and neither should you.” William playfully backhanded his brother’s arm.

Michael smirked. He was proud of his boys and how much they loved each other.

Isla’s comments to Alex regarding Loren using William for money remained in his head and Alex decided to cut to the chase. “So - did you have to pay for her trip? You said she’s broke -,”

William was quick to interject. “Bro - I didn’t mean it like that…all I meant is she doesn’t have a lot of money to spend on extras. She works basically three jobs - she’s trying to set herself up so she eventually doesn’t have to work as much later on. I didn’t mean she was broke like that.” William thought for a moment before he continued. “I actually don’t think I have paid for more than a few meals in the time I’ve known her. She’s super fucking stubborn about paying her own way. I actually feel like shit since I asked her to come here. I offered to pay for her flight and she flat out refused. She ended up using money that she was saving up for a winter vacation.”

Alex raised his eyebrows and glanced at his dad. The two were taken aback with what William had revealed. Alex thought maybe if he explained this to Isla, she could back off Loren instead of trying to bulldoze her.

Michael turned to William. “You’ll just have to make sure she has a better time than she would have had she gone away in the winter. Maybe take her somewhere else while she’s here.”

As the men continued their chat, laughter from the kitchen suddenly echoed throughout the room. William watched Loren as she animatedly gestured as she explained something to the group with her special brand of wit. With his interest piqued, he listened in and heard key words of airport, security guard, camera, and the a surprise reference to triple x-rated movies. He smiled to himself and wondered what the hell she was talking about. Whatever it was, she was getting a chorus of laughter from the women.

William loved how Loren just seemed to bring a whole new dynamic to his family and felt himself falling more for Loren by the second.

His mind snapped back from his musings to hear Isla, with her tone bordering on loud, on the phone in the corner of the room. It made him wonder why she seemed to be excluding herself from the rest, but he didn’t spend time worrying about it.

Loren excused herself and headed to the washroom. As she gently closed the door behind her, she leaned against it, taking a deep breath to steadying herself. She felt so exhilarated from the welcome she had received from his family, and just being in William’s presence.

After washing up, she caught sight of her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was losing steam and felt tired, but William and his siblings had plans to take Loren to A Bar Called Gemma, a cozy and popular watering hole in the city.

The prospect of experiencing Stockholm's nightlife and meeting William's old friends both excited and slightly intimidated her. She was eager to see William at home, in a completely different light than Toronto and to understand more about the world he came from. Yet, she was worried now more than ever about making a good impression, especially given the less-than-warm reception from Isla earlier.

Loren heard a soft knock at the door and responded with a quick apology and that she would be out in a moment.

William’s muffled voice sounded on the other side of the door, asking if he could come in for a moment. She opened the door wide enough for William to slip in, undetected.

His hands immediately grasped onto the narrow part of Loren’s waist. “You’re killing me out there y’know,” William said as he brought his lips close to hers. “They can see why I think you’re incredible, and they’re in total agreement.”

Loren pushed thoughts of Isla and her initial reaction out of her mind. This was not the time to mention her noticeable dislike of Loren, as she felt it would stir up unnecessary drama. What mattered to her the was the warm welcome she had received from William's family and the look in his eyes from the moment they were reunited. The Nylander’s approval and enthusiasm meant the world to her, and she resolved to focus on why she was here to begin with. She came to be with William. He wanted her there with him. He invited her so she could experience his world, explore Stockholm and get to know him more as well as the people who were closest to him.

Loren smiled softly, her cheeks flushed and her heart fluttered with William's words and his body pressed against hers. Loren leaned in, closing the distance between them, and brushed her lips against his. The kiss swiftly became deeper and full of need, but remained brief—a silent acknowledgment that they still had company and needed to wait to act on their desires.

William gave Loren’s waist a gentle squeeze before he exited, while Loren waited a few more minutes before she reappeared in the living room.

The dinner which had been previously arranged and now delivered, was a veritable feast from one of Stockholm’s most renowned sushi establishments. The spread before them was wide array of beautifully crafted sushi rolls, sashimi, and other Japanese delicacies artfully presented on platters with decorative embellishments.

The dinner conversations were lively, with laughter echoing through William's flat's open windows and spilling out onto the street below.

Loren found herself thoroughly entertained as she witnessed, on several occasions, William's siblings treated her with lesser-known and rather embarrassing stories from William's teenage years. The accounts ranged from innocent misadventures to moments that everyone cringed in unison before erupting into side-splitting laughter.

As more sake was handed out, the stories began to take a turn towards the more scandalous side of William's youth. Tales of wild parties, questionable decision-making, and narrow escapes from trouble had Loren both shocked and amused. William, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and laughter, finally decided to intervene with a subtle reminder that he had just as much dirt on his siblings. The laughter was an indicator that perhaps William’s defense was flimsy but after some good-natured protests, the siblings conceded defeat – at least for the moment.

Loren began to clean up the plates and utensils but was met with Camilla waving her off from doing anything of the kind, reminding Loren that she was on vacation. Instead, she assembled and instructed the male members of the family to do the clean up.

The women remained in the living room, digesting the smorgasbord of food they had delighted in. Stephanie received a message from a friend who planned to meet their group later at the bar, and called out to William, asking what time he thought they would arrive at.

Another animated discussion ensued as the ladies wanted time to freshen up and have a few more cocktails before the group headed out. Loren asked what the dress code was, trying to visualize what she had packed for the trip. Chelsea had helped select a number of mix-and-match casual, smart casual, and classy clothing options, so Loren felt confident that she should have something that would look nice.

Isla interjected—she had been sitting quietly, messaging and scrolling on her phone in a chair just off to the side of the rest of the women. "I was thinking—it might not be so much fun for Loren, coming out with us tonight. You know, we start drinking and then we forget she doesn't speak Swedish… she won't understand any conversation. She might feel like she doesn't belong."

Loren felt her cheeks burning. Although Isla's sentiment seemed to be born from concern for her, there was a hint of something else in her tone. Language and cultural differences aside, Isla simply did not want Loren around, and she was making that very apparent.

Isla continued, "We cannot spend the night translating everything—you know, it will be hard for her to have fun, or anyone else."

Alex had returned to the room, followed by William. Alex had only heard part of Isla's attempt to dissuade Loren from coming. William had not heard it at all.

Loren watched Alex say something in Swedish to Isla in a low, warning tone. His statement to Isla was just out of earshot of William.

Isla's response was blunt and mocking and undoubtedly was in reference to Loren. Loren then watched William's sisters and their perplexed expressions as they observed the interaction between Alex and Isla.

Isla's tone was becoming slightly louder and more defensive as Michelle began to intervene.

The situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and Loren decided to put an end to it.

Glancing across the room at Isla, Loren smiled warmly. "No, you know what—Isla's right. It's going to be really hard for me to keep up with conversations, and I don't want to take away anyone's enjoyment by having to stop and explain things to me."

William was quick to look at Loren first and then over to Isla. His eyes darkened as he tried to piece together what the hell had changed from the moment he left the room. After getting to know Isla over the years, William had grown wary of some of her behaviors. He was heavily suspicious that Loren's change of heart was likely due to something that came out of Isla's mouth.

Before William could object, Michael calmly reminded Isla that virtually everyone there and in their respective friend groups, spoke English well. Isla was quiet, but made a retort under her breath.

Loren once again spoke in a gentle but clear tone. “I understand what Isla is saying - I can imagine that once everyone has a few drinks in them, it’s going to be more natural to slip back into speaking Swedish. And - it has been a super long day. I’ve loved every second of being here but maybe it’s better that I sit out this time and get some rest instead.”

It actually pissed Isla off even more, seeing how agreeable Loren was to concede to her.

William looked defeated and a little shattered. “I could stay back with you - “

Loren shook her head, vehemently but kindly declined. “You have friends coming - I don’t want you to cancel on them, not because of me.” Loren looked at William hopefully. “Before I leave, we can try and carve out some time for a dinner or drinks - a meal sometime with them, maybe?” She looked at William and smiled with appreciation. “I really am ok to stay back here, and I want you to go out and have a great time. I’m totally okay with that - gives me a chance to sleep before you come back home.”

William chuckled lightly as behind Loren’s bright eyes, there was a hint of suggestiveness only discernable to him. She had a point. Ever since her saw her, sleep has been the last thing in his mind so she’d better take the opportunity while it’s there.

“Loren, if you’re okay with it, I’ll stay back with you. We can watch a movie - in English,” Michelle said rather coolly, her eyes briefly glancing towards Isla.

“We can stay for a little longer too, if that’s okay with you, Loren?” Camilla smiled. “I have so many questions, you might be tired of me by the end of the night,” Camilla said with a wink.

Loren flashed a smiled of appreciation to Camilla, Michelle and Michael too. Given the “girl-talk” that might ensue, Loren wasn’t certain if Michael really wanted to stay behind, but he seemed happy and comfortable as he relaxed the in overstuffed plus chair, nursing his sake.

With the evening plans now confirmed, Isla and William’s three younger sisters ventured to a better lit spot in the apartment to reapply and freshen their makeup. Camilla poured herself another glass of wine, leaning into Loren saying Michelle would be driving them home, so she’s decided to indulge a little.

William found a spot next to Loren on the couch. He couldn't shake the unease about leaving her behind, but his heart also swelled seeing how good-natured Loren was in how she handled the situation with Isla. He asked her softly if she was sure about staying in, and he apologized if Isla made her feel unwelcome and excluded. As tight-knit as his family was, that's not how they operate.

William leaned his forehead against her hair, thinking about how he could take her somewhere and just be totally alone with her. For days. His dad was right—he could make it worth her potentially missing out on a sunny vacation in the dead of winter.

But for right now, he breathed in her comforting and light fragrance, quietly telling her he wouldn't be out late.

—

William and his crew arrived exactly on time for their reservation at the bar. Because of the number of Nylander siblings, significant others and the size of his friend group, reservations were always warranted, especially in the cozier cocktail bars like A Bar Called Gemma.

With everyone now assembled and accounted for, the Nylander group accounted for a large portion of the total capacity of the bar. Knowing who they are, the owner and bartenders knew the Nylander’s would keep them busy with many orders throughout the night.

The bar had clustered tables together for their group, allowing everyone to mingle easily. William sat with his longtime friends, Anders and Erik, and their girlfriends. When asked about Loren's absence—with some concern for her well-being—William briefly mentioned he'd explain later, hinting it was related to Alex's girlfriend. However, he emphasized how thrilled he was that Loren had made it to Stockholm and she looked forward to meeting everyone.

Their lively discussions continued as they perused the menu and the myriad of cocktail options.

William bought the first round of drinks for the entire house. Shortly thereafter, trays of flaming monkey heads—containing Gemma's signature cocktails—were distributed to the patrons, elevating the festive energy to new heights. A rollicking "Skål!" echoed through the bar, catching the attention of many passersby outside.

The bar's owner, anticipating a busy night, greeted William and his guests. He thanked William for his generosity with buying the house a round, and offered complimentary snacks to pair with their creative cocktails.

William sipped his drink and cheerfully caught up with his friends, but Loren lingered in the back of his mind. He wasn't worried per se—his parents and Michelle had already taken a clear liking to her. It was simply the fact that she was so close in proximity, yet not by his side.

During a lull in an otherwise entertaining conversation, William excused himself and stepped off to the side, pulling out his phone from his jeans. His initial instinct was to text Loren directly, but he quickly changed his mind, opting to text his dad to ask how everything was going. He admitted to himself he was fishing for some positive feedback about Loren. He was already filled with admiration for her, but he wanted to hear straight-up from his dad what his thoughts were.

His dad's comments did not disappoint. Though the messages were short, Michael's words echoed what William already felt about Loren, and then some. But hearing the same adjectives about Loren being used by his dad, who he felt was also a keen and excellent judge of character, further solidified everything William had seen in her since their first meeting.

With William’s mind at ease after his dad’s final message about taking Pablo and Banksy home with he and Camilla, he heard a light squeal from Isla. He watched as her slender figure quickly slid off the stool and approached the doors where three of her friends awaited her.

William shot a look towards his little brother, who seemed just as surprised with the sudden arrival of the three pretty, young blondes who were part of Isla’s social circle. Included in the trio was Margot, and upon seeing William, she waved and eagerly approached him.

“Heeey, Willy! Good to see you - wow….you’re still so tanned!”

William smiled in acknowledgement and gave Margot a rather non-committal side hug.

Isla pointed at Alex to move stools so her friends could all squeeze in together, which eventually forced a total reconfiguration of the seating arrangement.

Relieved that he remained surrounded by his brother and close friends, William listened to his brother express his relief and excitement about joining William in Toronto this coming season after signing with the Toronto Marlies.

As time ticked on, the ladies in the group had all congregated together and had become a little more boisterous from the many cocktails consumed. Anders and Erik chuckled as they looked on at their dates, astounded at the number of conversations happening simultaneously.

William, however, was lost in thought. The evening had not turned out the way he had planned, and he was on the cusp of just paying everyone's tab so he could leave and go home to Loren. He hadn't had more than 5 minutes alone with her, which were spent in his bathroom, no less.

William's phone buzzed and his pulse jumped, hoping it was Loren texting him, which would help to lighten his mood. Instead, the message was from a couple of tables over—from his sister, Jackie.

J: Did u have sex with Margot when we were away?? 😬

William glanced over at Jackie, wondering where a question like that came from.

J: I need to tell you something but I don't want them to know you heard it from me. Delete these after.

William, not in the mood for cryptic exchanges, texted back asking her to come over and just talk to him.

With a shrug, Jackie made her way over to William's table, where Anders and Erik also sat. Alex had vacated his stool long ago to join Isla, and it was the conversation between those two that Jackie heard what she heard.

Jackie began speaking quietly. “So you slept with Margot?”

Anders and Erik exchanged knowing glances, their smirks widening as they looked over at William. William rolled his eyes at his friends before responding. “Yeah - once…why?”

“Isla didn’t want Loren to come tonight. She was saying to Margot that she needs to take her shot with you - that you and Margot should be dating. Margot suits you better apparently.”

William started to turn to look towards Isla but Jackie quickly snapped at him not to.

“Don’t look over at her. I don’t want her to guess that I’m telling you this stuff.”

Anders and Erik were enthralled with the new saga unfolding. Alex returned to find Jackie in his spot and motioned for her to vacate his stool. Jackie gestured she would in a minute then shoo’d Alex away.

Jackie leaned into William a little more, knowing she had to be quick with her words. “Isla was mocking Loren - she told us she thought she was so fake. She keeps going with really nasty comments about her clothes and how she looks - Michelle heard her and even said something back to her.”

William clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth

Jackie was trying to remember the most important parts as she could not believe what Isla was saying about Loren. "Alex was trying to tell Isla that Loren paid her own way—that she's not using you for money or anything. That pissed Isla off even more. So Isla said to Alex that maybe she should just tell Loren that you fucked her best friend a few weeks ago. She's twisting it around, saying you made it seem like you really liked Margot. So like—you're probably playing both of them. And—that you sleep with every girl that you can get your hands on."

William was caught between a rock and a hard place. He wasn't going to approach Isla as he knew of her confrontational and defensive tendencies, and he wasn't looking to make a scene. The problem was there was truth in Isla's accusations toward William. He had slept with Margot, and he had, in the last couple of years, indulged in the never-ending supply of accessible women.

William looked across at Anders, then Erik, and then to Jackie. His mind was suddenly clouded with a mix of resentment towards Isla and anxiety about hearing she might try to sabotage what he was starting to build with Loren.

Shaking his head, he knew he had to get in front of this situation, bite the bullet, and just be honest with Loren. As far as Margot, he thought his general avoidance for the remainder of her stay in Saint Tropez would have been a clear indicator that their one evening together would remain a singular event. He was going to have to make sure Margot understood that they had no future together.

William rubbed his face with his hands. "Fuck—what a fucking bullshit situation this is." He turned to Jackie and wrapped his arm around her. "Thanks, my spy. I'm glad you told me. Fuck, I don't want to have to explain this shit to Loren," William's tone was full of regret.

Anders looked at William, his face shrouded in concern. "So, the Margot thing… is—did you—is it like a cheating thing—meaning cheating on Loren?"

"Loren and I aren't—dating… like she's not technically my girlfriend. So, no… I don't feel like I cheated on her, not exactly. But I care about her, and I do feel really fucking shitty about it." William shook his head. "On the other hand, the thing with Margot actually pushed me to call Loren. I kind of realized that—I missed talking to her, y'know?"

Erik tossed an ice cube around inside his mouth and then crunched down on it. "Bro—that's a bit messed up. But—I wouldn't put it past Isla to tell Loren—I think she likes to just lob a grenade into the middle of something and watch the chaos. You'd be better off telling Loren yourself and just hope she'll accept it for what it is."

"Yeah, use the Nylander charm that you claim you have," Anders scoffed, teasing his friend.

Jackie's exaggerated roll of the eyes made the men around the table chuckle. "The girls got all the charm. And the looks. And the hair. All the boys have are their appendages that keep getting them into trouble," Jackie said dryly before William feigned putting her in a headlock.

"Are you going to say anything to Isla?" Erik asked, unsure of what he would do in the same situation.

William rubbed his beard, gently at first but then a little more forcefully out of frustration. "Fuck. I want to. But I've heard her and Alex get into it after he's tried to call her out—like posting private shit on TikTok… and man, it's like a fucking war. I'm just more concerned about Loren right now."

One thought remained which he kept to himself. Fuck—here you go again. She comes all this way to see you, and you're going to end up hurting her all over again.

—

William arrived home just after midnight, his social battery completely drained. Save for hum of his climate-control system, his flat was silent and he immediately missed Pablo and Banksy excited greeting.

Entering his bedroom, he saw Loren in his bed, her face slightly illuminated from the street lamps which towered along the sidewalks outside his window. He had seen her in states of exhaustion after long shifts at the group home, lightly snoring and mouth agape. Although he would chuckle at her endearingly comical appearance, he still thought she was ravishing.

Tonight, she looked ethereal, her luminescent tanned skin, dotted with the freckles along her cheekbones, the same ones he had tenderly kissed many times.

He climbed into bed and slid next to her, pressing his lips against her warm skin. With her eyes still closed, she began to smile. In a move so fluid it seemed choreographed, she turned towards him and pulled their bodies together, limbs soon intertwining. The embrace was more than physical. It was a culmination of so many emotions that ran deeper than either of them could find the words for.

For William, it was the reminder that Loren often sensed what he needed before he even knew himself. Her hand that caressed the ridges of his back and shoulder muscles found its way to first his face, and then his hair. She kissed him tenderly under his chin and along his jawline as he pulled her towards him even further. A lazy smile spanned her face as she opened her eyes and absorbed every one of his beautiful facial features.

William slid his body down slightly which allowed him to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck. Loren wasn’t complaining, but the way in which he held her - it resembled something different.

His lips tickled her neck as he spoke in a low, gravelly tone. “How was tonight? How did everything go?”

He smiled against her skin as he felt her trying to contain her giddiness. “William, I just - holy shit - I cannot begin to tell you how much I love your family. Like - ,” Loren paused, trying slow her mind down so her mouth could catch up with her thoughts. “I guess I see why you are they way you are. I really - I mean, no offense because it would have been amazing to go out with you - but I had such a great time with them here.”

Loren pressed her lips along William’s hairline. “How was the bar? Did you have a fun time?”

He nodded his head slightly. “It was ok. Wished you were there,” he said quietly, lifting his head up to look at her.

William looked like something was weighing on him as Loren studied his weary expression and tired eyes. She stroked his stubble just under his jawline and gave him a reassuring smile. "I know it's late, and I'm not trying to pry, but I'll listen if you want to talk," she said softly.

He looked into her dark eyes, adorned with long thick eyelashes and he wondered how he could possibly shit on Loren’s parade already.

With it being almost 1am, he was still wrestling with one question that he had in his mind for hours.

Does Loren need to know about Margot - tonight?

His silent retort was firm. You cannot drag this on. You cannot spend days with her, have sex with her, and then tell her about Margot.

William hesitated for another moment and then took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m not sure where to begin - and I’m so sorry to even have to tell you this at all, let alone when you’ve basically just gotten here. But - Isla didn’t want you to come tonight, because she invited a friend of hers to see if her and I could make something happen.”

Loren’s insides flinched and her pulse quickened. Her stoic expression belied how her stomach suddenly twisted and her racing mind. Judging from the look of regret on his face, William wasn’t done either.

His crystal blue eyes fell downward to the pendant fixed to the delicate chain around Loren’s neck. “This friend - Isla’s friend - Margot….her and I had sex while she was staying with us in Saint Tropez.”

Loren’s eyes trailed down William’s face as she processed his words. A short breath escaped her mouth as she pictured William in bed with some Nordic stunner. Loren bit her lip and looked away, trying to find something to focus on. So she chose the small, fine hairs on William’s shoulder. She found them oddly comforting.

She listened to William as he explained what he realized about his feelings for her after Margot left his room. It was the shove he needed in order to reach out to her, and having Loren there now means so much to him.

Loren remained silent for a long moment, her fingers that had been tracing patterns on William's skin now lay motionless. The warmth and security that was present just moments before faded quickly. Although she understood his explanation, and all the layers of their situation, she couldn't shake the sharp sting that accompanied his confession.

As the moments passed, a dull ache formed in her chest. William and Loren and what they were - or weren’t - had never been defined. The ambiguity of it all meant there were no boundaries in which either of them had to be accountable to. This arrangement was one that seemed tailor-made for William’s lifestyle, but Loren knew in her heart, it didn’t suit her at all. The gap between having reasonable expectations and their mutual desires now lay before them and was impossible to ignore.

Loren’s eyes reconnected with William’s. Her gaze, which had sparkled with adoration and excitement moments before, was now filled with uncertainty and the internal ache that goes along with it.

William started to apologize again, but Loren interrupted. “Do…you have feelings for Margot? I mean, I know - I appreciate your honesty but I guess I'm a little confused why Margot is the one girl you're telling me about?”

William quickly read between the lines. Loren assumed there had to be other women he's slept with throughout the offseason, and her question to him hit hard, because she wasn’t wrong.

“No, I don’t. I know how this might sound but I guess - I was lonely, or thought I was.” He knew he had to be transparent and honest despite how guarded he could be with his emotions. Loren deserved to hear how he feels about her.

And so he began, hoping he wouldn’t sound too corny or over the top.

“We didn’t spend the night together. I know how this can make me sound…like a player - like someone who just fucks around all the time. But the minute she left my room, you were the only person on my mind. It just hit me - felt like a punch in my stomach…when I realized just how badly I wanted to see you….so I had to message you.”

Loren lay there recalling the night he messaged her weeks ago. She replied back, and soon they were engrossed on a video call. After a few vodka coolers, she didn't remember much of what they spoke about, other than her glasses. He REALLY liked her in glasses. He gave her a certain look that only William could. It was comically frustrating to Loren, how, by just looking at her, the pressure between her legs could immediately be felt. She wasn’t complaining though. She gave herself two hardcore orgasms that night as she pictured him, with that face, fucking her hard.

She stifled a smile and continued to listen intently as William

William didn’t want to push his luck, but he needed to touch Loren. He lightly placed one hand on hers while his thumb stroked hers. “The thing is - the reason I’m telling you about her is Isla. She got it into her head that I should have given Margot more of a chance. I mean, I kind of went off and did my own thing for the rest of the time she was at the villa so I didn’t interact with her much. I don’t know what went on but I guess when Isla found out you were coming, she made this last run at pushing Margot and I together.”

Loren fought the urge to not to roll her eyes at the notion of Isla’s interference, but Jesus. What the fuck.

“So tonight, Isla was pretty drunk and was kind of saying a lot of shit that’s not worth repeating. She thought she might need to tell you about Margot - “

“Fuck - William….how can she dislike me this much already? I mean - I’m not for everyone but Jesus…give me a chance first, then she can hate me all she wants.”

William tried not to chuckle but Loren and her self-deprecation always made him laugh.

“I didn’t mean to sound so ‘why doesn’t she like me’ but - wait …is she going to show up with a fucking pitchfork and run me out of Stockholm all by herself?”

William’s eyes floated across her face and absorbed her exquisite features. “Fuck that - and by the way, you were amazing with how you handled everything. Even with me leaving you here too - I still can’t believe how bad that sounds - I left you here on your first night...”

“I think I had a far better night that you did so I guess...thanks for ditching me…”

William hung his head in mock defeat.

A long silence hung between them before William leaned towards her in a slow and deliberate motion. He lips kissed her softly, almost tentatively as though he was testing the waters between them.

Loren felt unsettled given the information and events that had transpired on her first day in Stockholm. Perhaps she felt this way about William too, as much as she did not want to admit it.

A battle raged in her mind between letting go of her concerns and retreating into self-preservation mode.

William began noticed that Loren’s kiss and touch was less eager, less enthusiastic than usual. He grew anxious with worry that there was far more going on behind the even-keeled front she put up.

William broke from their kiss, his hand slid under the nape of her neck and gently grasped a handful of her hair. He rested his forehead against hers not knowing what to say or do.

“Are you - I mean fuck…this hasn’t gone the way I wanted it to…but are you okay - like okay with me? I hope you’ll forgive me for what’s hap-,”

“William….you haven’t - why are you asking for forgiveness from me?” Loren consoled, while being genuinely perplexed. “You are 100% free to do what you want and be with whomever….I know I’m not anything to you…”

Loren’s eyes grew wide with her poorly chosen words. “Wait, no….that came out wrong….that’s not what I meant….” As soon as she said the words, the dejected look on William’s face nearly shattered her heart. “I’m sorry - I think I’m just super tired…I’m not thinking straight…”

He could see her struggling to stay awake, her eyes looking more bleary with each second. “Okay - yeah…we’ll just leave it. Sleep on it.” William pressed his lips against Loren’s. He wanted to feel her so badly and yet somehow, everything he had hoped for and wanted seemed suspended indefinitely.

Loren fell asleep almost immediately on her back, which prevented William from nestling in behind her as he usually did. He expelled a deep sign, turned onto his stomach and waited until sleep found him.

—

As Loren slowly regained consciousness after a long, much-needed sleep, her eyes gradually focused on the surroundings of William's bedroom. Still on her back, she lay motionless, her gaze fixed on the curtained windows that filtered the bright morning sun. A gentle smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. The memory of last night's conversation had faded, replaced by a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation for the days ahead.

With little disturbance, she turned onto her side to face William, who remained sleeping on his stomach.

He looked ridiculous and perfect with his matted blonde hair sticking up in all directions against his pillow. His trimmed mustache, which was both polarizing and popular with so many females, was surrounded by stubble which seemed to grow thicker by the minute. His lips were smooshed firmly against the pillow, forcing them to part, allowing light snores to escape.

The longer she gazed at him, the more she could imagine the feeling of him inside her. The blissful intensity of wanting him grew rapidly, and with the decision to go with it and not fight it, she slid out of bed to freshen up.

When she returned to the bed, William had flipped onto his back. His body mostly uncovered and his legs slightly splayed, Loren could see a burgeoning erection tenting his shorts. The images it conjured in her mind made her salivate.

On one hand, she didn't want to disturb his sleep, knowing how much he treasured his rest. But it had been months since she last spent time with him, time which was shrouded with the noise of the playoffs and the team's eventual defeat.

Carefully reentering the bed, William groggily motioned for Loren to come towards him. She gracefully crawled over to him and pleasantly surprised him with soft, open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He groaned as her mouth began to travel further down, across his chest, kissing and tonguing his nipples. Loren slowly climbed on top of him, pressing her throbbing need against his cock.

Looking down at William’s face as he turned to look at her, daylight illuminated the turquoise in his eyes - making him that much more irresistible - and she began lowering her mouth to his.

“Mmm….Loren, I’ve got morning breath - you don’t want that…,” William said, his voice still sounding husky from just waking up. He playfully gave her ass a little squeeze.

Loren smiled as she lowered her mouth once again, this time close to his ear. “Nylander’s don’t get bad breath…” she purred softly.

She kissed a line back towards his mouth. He didn’t stop her this time.

Loren kissed him with a fierce yearning, as months of pent up emotions took the form of intense passion. Her raw display of emotion which she no longer could suppress unleashed a whole new level of desire in William.

With the thin layer on fabric between them wet with arousal, Loren rubbed and grinded her pussy firmly against William’s shaft. He was beyond aroused and worried he might cum far too early, as he desperately wanted to feel her bouncing and grinding hard on his cock. He gripped her ass cheek once again - but something else inside of him took over for a moment and he firmly smacked her ass. Her mouth fell open with a air of surprise, followed by smirk so seductive he had bite the inside of his cheek to try and quell the urge to cum.

William’s arms enveloped Loren as she continued to grind on his cock. “Fuck - Loren - I’m too close…you gotta get on it…I wanna cum inside you,” William groaned desperately.

William released his hold around Loren’s torso and she sat up, fully straddling William. His eyes focused on the puddle mark on her cotton underwear.

He had to bite his cheek again.

She shimmied a little towards his thighs, pulling the waistband of his shorts down. The smile that his exposed cock evoked on Loren’s face was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.

She slid her own panties off and cast them aside before she fully engulfed his cock in her mouth. She heard William chanting her name - leading to pleas for her to fuck him - that he was dangerously close to cumming.

For William, Loren had always exuded something he had rarely seen before. It was part of the lore in various songs - a demure and elegant woman to the outside world versus a total uninhibited spitfire in the bedroom. She just kept getting better, more confident and somehow remained soft and seductive.

William guided Loren back into position atop him, swiftly aligning himself with her entrance. She eased down his length in one fluid motion, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she adjusted to his impressively thick girth.

William's mouth fell open as Loren's tightness gripped the length of his shaft as she began to ride him. His hands pushed up the thin cotton fabric to expose her bouncing tits—a sight he could never get enough of. Loren moaned loudly as she arched her back, spreading her legs wider as her arousal began to seep down his shaft and drip off his balls.

The sensations were so intense that Loren all but collapsed onto William as he took over bucking his hips, driving hard into her. Her forehead was pressed into the pillow and her breath was hot against William's neck. Wrapping one arm around her waist and snaking the other to lightly grip the back of her neck, he continued to fuck her until her eyes were literally crossed.

William grunted and bucked and soon called out that he was about to cum while gripping Loren's ass hard. As he did, she pushed down and grinded back and forth on his cock, covering her mouth to stifle a shriek as clear fluid shot and sprayed out all over his cock. Seconds later, he pressed his cock deep within her and coated her walls as he twitched and spasmed with each release.

They lay there, still intimately connected in their blissful aftermath, barely able to form coherent thoughts. It seemed the only words either could muster were a breathless "Holy fuck."

After a few more moments, as the euphoria became manageable and Loren regained her ability to form basic sentences, William coaxed her out of bed and into the shower. What could have been a quick 20-minute rinse turned into a leisurely 40-minute affair. They spent most of their time—and the hot water—standing still, exchanging long, delicious kisses while their hands roamed each other's bodies.

This was exactly the kind of start William had hoped for—even better than he could have imagined. He was determined to show Loren the most amazing experiences and give her the time of her life, just as she deserved.

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fuxuannie · 2 years ago

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* pairings : orpheus de ross x gender neutral reader

* prompt : a novelist is left to write about his feelings for the person who he loves dearly, surely he couldn't struggle doing that, right? (wrong.)

* authors note : i love orphy sososos much <3 first fic,, reqs r open ♡.

ORPHEUS was a man who could express himself better with a pen and paper rather than use his own words. He was more than capable of doing so, but some things tend to leave him tongue tied. And there was someone that he wanted to have them untie it for him.

You were someone who shared unconditional kindnes to Orpheus, at the time, he really didn't think much of it. He appreciated your kind gestures, but never reciprocated. It was until one day, you had written him a good luck note, and given it to him before his games would start within the day.

It wasn't much, but the little gesture left an impact. The next day, he had approached you with a small smile and a letter in hand, an expression that you didn't often see from him. Nevertheless, you smile and give your due thank you.

One letter turned to two, two into three and three to a box-full of little notes and letters that the two of you were exchanging in the span of a few months.

Orpheus had grown fond of you in that time, he'd never admit it, but he'd often miss you dearly, and would read the letters he collected in your voice while you're gone. and those of the manor knew it.

"Confess to them already!" Suggested Emily,

"Man up and tell them before someone else does." said Naib,

"Just take your time and confess when you're ready." Patricia sighed.

None of those ideas he was a fan of, mostly because it involved actually telling you how he felt. Which in truth, he didn't want to do, nor was it any of their business to be snooping on his love life.

But despite believing it was for the best to stay friends, his evergrowing feelings were getting harder to control, as the simple brush against your fingertips made him ever so quietly flustered.

snap snap.

The sound of fingers snapping caught his attention.

"Orpheus?" Alice, his dear friend called out. "You're usually not so lost in thought, do you have something in mind?" She asked, snapping Orpheus back into reality as he now recalled he agreed to meet her for tea. So currently, they were in Alice's room. She sat on her chair, while Orpheus sat on her bed across to her.

"Well, it's more.. someone." He replies, clearing his throat as Alice couldn't help but smile. "Oh? Have you found someone you're interested in?" She teased, but Orpheus remained quiet. His silence speaking much louder than the words he would never admit.

"You have?!"

"You of all people, should have been the last one to know."

Alice was immediately overjoyed, "I thought you would die alone and sad! Oh my gosh, who is it?!" she questioned eagerly. "One, rude. Two.. its (name)." He admitted honestly, not bothering to hide his feelings or anything of the sort.

Alice's eyes practically lit up. "(name)!? I knew it! You two have been spending an awful lot of time together, and the way you couldn't help but cover your mouth after speaking to them was such an obvious sign! You do not simply like them, you are inlove with them!" She accused him of his love crimes, and admittedly, he pleaded guilty. Hanging his head down low as he hid his red cheeks.

"Yes, I may or may not be inlove with them. But I.. I don't know exactly how to tell them. Actually, I'm not even sure if i want to" He puts his cup of tea on her desk. Almost mumbling that entire ramble as Alice puts her index over her lips, as if she was in thought.

"How about you write a letter? You seem to be good at it, and it'll be sweet! Sure, theres a difference using your voice in a confession compared to a letter, but at least they'll be able to keep your words and preserve it forever. It's almost like that the paper is a promise to them! As long as those words are written by you, for however long they last, you promise to stay true to the words you wrote." She suggests with a snap of a finger and a small smile.

Though the idea sounded really corny, Orpheus couldn't deny that it would've been easier. He was always better on paper than in person, and he couldn't deny that he could write a novel long confession for you. Cause thats how you made him feel, with a simple gesture of kindness, you had even the most stoic and calm man stumbling over his words. So surely, it wouldn't be the hardest thing to do.

If only he knew how badly he'd eat those words later. Cue to the fact it's 11pm, Orpheus' usually tidy and organized hair turned to a mess as he pushes it back for the 10th time. Crumpling the 16th paper and dumping it in the trash, usually Orpheus wouldn't mind a Writers Block, but the fact he asked you to meet him in the Dining Room tomorrow made him really stressed.

"Maybe I should call it off.." But even before he could finish that thought, he could already hear Alice's nonestop scolding about being afraid of his own feelings. But maybe he was, maybe he was afraid of his own feelings, very specifically the fear of losing you because of it. He's read it a thousand times in several novels, the guy confesses to the person they love and boom. They lose them. He didn't want that to happen, especially not with you.

However, Orpheus didn't want to be a man filled with regret. So he emptied his mind, grabbed a pen and he focused on one of the very few things that mattered in his life. You.

It's 6AM, the manor was playing classical music on it's exact cue. You sat in one of the Dining Room chairs, humming to yourself while waiting for Orpheus to arrive. While the man himself was having Alice tell him for the 100th time that his hair looked fine, but put his pants on backwards.

"(name)?" He calls out for you from behind, a hand on your seat as you turn around and smile. "Orpheus, good morning." You greet him as usual, his gaze on you is so soft. So warm and welcoming, he pulls the chair to your side and turns it so it can face you properly. "So, I wanted to tell you something." He began, trying to maintan eye contact with you as he avoided the urge to look away.

"(name), for the longest time, I-"

"I like you too, Orpheus."

He's not allowed to get another second in, and you look at him with the most serious expression on your face. "I like you." You repeated. His entire composure that he tried to build up all night melted. You smile a little at his reaction, watching him scramble to cover his mouth as a tint of red glows on his face.

You gently take his hand away from your face, and hold it in your own. "I'm sorry if I ruined the moment." You apologize, squeezing his hand as he's now left to show his entire world his very flustered expression. "No uh, actually I'm glad you did. I spent 5 hours trying to uh.. plan a confession and.. was left thinking of you and nothing else that I forgot to write something." He confessed, laughing to himself as his gaze was originally you and his hand intertwined together, but was pleasantly surprised to see you slightly blush.

"You.. were thinking of me?" You asked, "The question should be, when do I not think about you?" He answered.

There was a comforting silence, before Orpheus lifted your hand up to plant a kiss on your knuckles. Just incase that the lips was something you weren't ready for yet.

"Actually, I think that the question should be.. What now?" He said softly, and you quite literally pull him into a hug. "Take one step at a time. We'll figure things out together, right?"

He smiles, returning the embrace. "Right." He pulls away for a moment, looking you in the eyes and carressing your cheek before you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Hah.. Thank you. For everything."

Maybe confessing wasn't such a bad idea after all.

#✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ entos paw prints #identity v x reader #identity v x you #idv x reader #idv x you #orpheus idv x reader #orpheus x reader #orpheus de ross x reader

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Mr Evershed x student!reader - the closest to family

Hej me again. I have another request. Can you write a Evershed x Student Reader with prompt List 2024 number 27? Thank you again! Have a nice day. ☺️ - @marieamardill 💜

27: “I need a parent or guardian to sign this.” “I’m neither.” “You’re close enough, sign it.”

Looking at the letter in your hands, you looked back up at your teacher.

“Seriously?”

“I’m sorry, but we need written consent by somebody to say you can come on the trip.”

You held up the letter.

“Who the hell am I gonna get to sign it? Let me just consult the spirits of my dead parents and see if they’ll let me go on a trip.”

“(Y/N), I legally can’t let you come without the consent form, I’m sorry.” She sighed.

“Didn’t want to go on the shit trip anyway..”

You shoved the letter into your bag and you stormed out of the classroom furious.

Walking down the hallways, you barged past a few students, and you made your way to the office and threw the door open as you walked in.

“(Y/N), as energetic as ever I see. Have you had your lunch?” Mr Evershed asked.

“Not hungry.”

He looked up from his computer and he sighed softly.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged a little and you buried your nose into the fabric of your jumper.

“There’s a trip I want to go on..”

“Well, why don’t you? I think it would be a nice break for you anyway, there’s no reason for you not to be able to go.”

You looked at him.

“Really?”

“Well, yes, of course. You should go.”

You nodded, digging through your bag to pull the letter out and you handed it over to him.

“I need a parent or guardian to sign this.”

Reaching over, Mr Evershed took the letter giving you a sightly confused look.

“I’m neither.”

You shrugged slightly, grinning a little at him.

“You’re close enough, sign it.”

Mr Evershed looked at you, and he chuckled a little bit, grabbing a pen, signing the paper.

He held it out and when you went to take it he pulled it back making you huff a little bit.

“This doesn’t mean you get a free pass at of everything, do you understand?”

You quickly nodded your head and he handed it over to you this time.

You grinned a little and put it back in your bag.

“So, I’m really the closest thing to a guardian?”

“Well yeah, you convinced the school board and social to let me stay here, even though they don’t know I’m living on my own. You still look after me, that’s basically a guardian right?”

“Yes, thought I would still appreciate it if you found a responsible adult you could live with, a family friend or something of the sort.”

You shook your head.

“Nah, plus it’s just for another year anyway, until I can leave and get a job.”

“No college?”

“Nah, I don’t have time for that. Plus if I get a job I can buy things.”

Mr Evershed rose an eyebrow at you.

“Do you need money to buy things?”

“I have money, I can buy some things?”

“What are you living off exactly?”

Digging through your pocket, you pulled out your phone and took the back of your phone case out, putting a £20 note on the desk.

“This.”

“A week?”

“Every two weeks, but it work you know? If I don’t buy all that much, and get the cheaper stuff.”

“This isn’t enough (Y/N).”

“It’s fine sir, really, I got it all figured out.”

Mr Evershed sighed heavily, and you put your money back in your phone case and put your phone away.

Reaching under his desk, Mr Evershed pulled out a plastic bag and stood up, placing it at your feet and sat down down, going on his computer again.

You looked at the bag and opened it, looking inside to see some food, mostly canned or dry foods you could store for a long time.

“What’s this?” You asked.

“I know you feel embarrassed about going to food banks for help, so I did some shopping, this is stuff that’ll last longer, every month I’ll get you a couple of bags.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to eat, and it’ll take some stress of your shoulders.”

You smiled a little and looked at the headteacher.

“Thanks sir..”

He smiled back at you.

“If you need any more, or want something different just let me know. But you can’t tell anybody (Y/N), because if you do I’ll have to stop, and they’ll most likely put you in care.”

“I won’t, I promise. You’re the best! I’ll come get it after school!”

With that you grinned brightly and jumped up, running out of the office making him laugh slightly and shake his head.

He knew you weren’t a bad kid, you were just trying you best and you were doing great, you just need an extra helping hand here and there

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you

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mintytealfox · 1 year ago

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So we have Survivor Nort Decucts... And now we have Hunter Nort deducts... Put them together and what do we get?

You get a hella tragic story oh my GOSHHHH 😭😭😭😭

The set up will be: 1-Surv!Norton 1-Hunt!Norton -Then my thoughts 😏

1-Kindness: Is that an Olive Branch you just threw or... (A Good Deed: Norton, a Miner, Always visited the hospice and cared for all of the homeless old miners) 1-Shrewd 'Each step requires long-term planning' (Shrewd: An old, folded letter: Yellow and brittle. It was once abandoned in a dust corner. Signed, Benny.) -This is interesting 👀 These are both the first which automatically makes me think they are connected. I wonder if the Olive Branch thrown is from Benny? Or if its from Norton with the helping out with the people around Benny? Either way Benny ends up sending a letter to Norton. Maybe it saying something like 'want to meet up? I have stuff that might interest you' or something. Which adds to my -squinting- at Benny. Sounds like Norton was alone even though Benny was around all that time? hmmm

2-Diligence: The more effort, the more rewards? (Work Record: Norton Campbell is always the first to go down into the mines and the last to leave it.) 2-Lonely: 'The loneliness of separation must be endured on the climb up' (A coin: Stained by ash, footprints, tears, and dirt from the slums.) -Brings up the whole 'he had nobody' not even Benny vibe again -squints- Where was Benny during all of this? Seems like Norton would work and work and work so he couldn't feel or notice how alone he is. Like work was his only constant and 'friend' to keep himself from going nutty, but in the hours where work couldn't be used as a distraction he was miserable 😿Crying as he clings to what little he has...my gosh. That coin was so important to him man, I wonder if it was the last thing he got from his dad or something, cause he takes it everywhere and it pops up all the time in the trailer orz which means he never spent it just held onto it enough where you see TEAR STAINS ON IT! I CANNOT-- 😭😭😭😭

3-Efficiency: We need more trials. (A stack of Recommendation Letters: It can be seen that every one of Norton's previous employers appreciated his hard work and expressed their regret at being unable to keep him for long.) 3-Sophisticated 'wear a mask for the sake of survival' (A note on the back: What a detestable Person! Wagging his tail like a dog in front of the overseer!) -This one I can’t quite grasp yet -squints- is this referring to the back of the letter from Benny? Why write that there? Is Benny talking smack about Norton being so good at wearing a mask and pleasing the employers? Or is Norton talking smack about himself? Or is Norton pissed about others doing what he is doing? Wearing a mask to just survive or what the heck? 🤣 This one is still baffling me fr fr Oh wait a min....Seems like he had to jump job from job cause employers kept needing to fire workers, unable to keep him on as an employee. Likely becoming more jaded that him working hard and being good isn't working much for him since he keeps getting let go. Then seeing some fresh faced bushy tailed worker beside him would likely piss him off lol 'Why are you acting like that we are all getting fired anyways' Yea I super don't know with this one, I am juggling so many possibilities for this one.

4-Persistence: People won't be unlucky forever, right? (1-Page Note: There are 13 items listed. The first 12 appear to be names of places, and the last one is crossed out.) 4-Willful 'Those who persist will encounter more opportunities' (A page from a diary: I found that old man's notes. Now, it belongs to the one who lives long.) -He doesn’t sound all that fond of Benny pff like there is a hint of a dig there and/or him trying to convince himself that he is going to break out of here and live. Did he decide to set a plan in motion after getting the letter from Benny? Or was it after meeting with Benny?

5-Patience: Next time... (Diary: Tomorrow, I will go to the last place recorded by the old man. If there's still nothing, then I hope he...) 5-Gloomy 'The other side of Kindness and affability' (Abandoned junk: A tattered quilt, a chisel, an unsent letter, and a small piece of wrapped and hardened white bread) -This one I don't see much of a connection other than reference to old man and then there is that QUILT that could have possibly been the one Benny had made for Norton when the Dad was still alive. 'Then I hope he...' sounds hella ominous now lol -squints- Then Is this stuff found with Benny or was it found where Norton abandoned everything? Did Norton not send a letter? Maybe he meant to go back to get his things but never got to cause of the damage the explosion deed had on his mind ah. This one also gives me more questions than answers lol

6-Courage: The more dangers, the more opportunities. (A Geological Report: Part of the tunnel had been blocked by an unidentified object. One small mistake could cause the inner structure of the mine to collapse.) 6-Greedy 'Merely retaking what the heavens owe' (A map: Several crossed-out mines and a red circle.) -I am thinking Greedy and Gloomy should switch here cause Greedy goes well with the Patience with reference to 'go to the last place recorded' BUT what the frig is that 'unidentified object' -squints- Did Norton set that up?? Was that in the red circled mine? Was the place just found like that and Norton was like -cough cough- "whatever nothing is stopping me". Is this all just setting up how Norton was willing to go anywhere to find what he is looking for? hmmmm Willing to go where no man has gone before. Smash Greed and Courage together and ya thats what you get lol A desperate dude that has nothing to loose and only to gain if this all goes right. aahh

7-Alert: You need to be more cautious. (News: Due to the use of gunpowder and detonators, the era of simple rock drilling is coming to an end. 7-Arrogant 'Only by being bolder can you challenge destiny' (Torn paper: Record the blasting's depth, distance between holes… and the amount of explosives used.) -He uhhhhh, yea he definitely ends up using explosives lol. And its interesting that he made sure that everything was measured and counted in every way. Bro knew what he was doing 1000%. He had it all down to the second, the inch! He was careful alright, careful to make sure this goes perfect AH

8-Share: You need more helpers. (Mining Precautions: Theft of explosives is illegal and will be reported to the police once discovered.) 8-Hypocrite 'Important moments must be witnessed by companions' (A memo: Two bottles of the cheapest whine for those drunkards to wet their throats. And toss some fatty meat to the guard dog.) -BRO STOLE THE HELL OUTTA THEM EXPLOSIVES LOOOOOOOL AND HE DID IT IN THE MOST CLICHE WAY EVER AND IT WORKED IIMMMMM--LOOOOOOOOOOOOOL Like How many laws did he end up breaking by the end of all this?? LIKE GEEZZ And people are so used to him being kind and caring, none were the wiser! This Duddddeeeee!! He played the LONG GAME GOLLY

9-Wisdom: Smart people know when to hold on and when to let go. (An Accident Report: An explosion collapsed a mine on the outskirts of the city. It's suspected that the miners had mishandled the explosives, and the police expressed that there's little chance for anyone to survive) 9-Ruthless 'Exploding from deep within like an ignited explosive' (A page from a diary: Those journalists and policemen are gone. So it's just that simple?) -Bro played everything! The people, the system, the science, the math?? LIKE DUDE! If it was an accident, he wouldn't have survived. Norton had this planned to the T! Every 'i' was dotted and ever 't' was crossed, he knew he was surviving that explosion if everything went perfect like he was planning for OH MY GOSH. Bro playing chess while everyone else was LEARNING CHECKERS

10-Luck: That's only because the rest are just unlucky. (1-Page Case: Moderate burns to the face. Suspected to have been caused by direct exposure to excessive temperatures) 10-Numb 'Forget them and stay away from the dark underground' (A magnet: "Maybe it can keep me away from misfortune and darkness.") -He really didn't get much out of this did he. Like, all he got was trauma, burnt up, and a magnet. And boi is he clinging to that magnet with is all. His new coin; his new thing to cling to orz He really lies to himself a lot 😿He keeps finding out far too late that what he thought would change everything just made everything worse 🙃like yes everything changed, but changed for the worst. That tunnel vision hitting him so hard he never stops to go 'huh, this is a horrible idea, how would this possibly change my fate??' Its like he is trying so hard to convince himself that it was all worth it cause he got this crazy magnet orz gooooossshhhhhhhhhhhh Instead of using this as a wake up call it seems he is pressing on that sigma grind. Nothing like a plague doctor bird man monster to set things right LOOOOL

#bro has my head WHIRRRLLLLIINNGGGGG LOL #I feel like I forgot to add a load of other thoughts but i can't think of them rn #norton campbell #identity v #idv prospector #idv #idv norton #identity v norton #idv norton campbell #identity v prospector #idv fools gold #idv fool's gold #idv theory #identity v theory #ask #asks #minty answers #minty speaks

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reivrze · 2 years ago

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hi, miyu! i just found your blog today and INSTANT FOLLOW! i'm in awe because of your beautiful writings; the way you described the scenes like in the jay one, it gave me butterflies fr 😍🦋✨️i also appreciate and love that you spent your time putting cute and aesthetically pleasing designs in each of your content, it's so cute 💓💓💓

also, i see that you are accepting requests? if it's okay with you, can i request headcanons/reactions (whichever you think is better and easier to write) of how enha would show their support when their partners want to try something new? like picking up on new hobbies such as signing up for dancing classes, learning foreign languages and etc.? i'm currently picking up on a few new things myself and have been struggling to keep consistent 🤧 i hope you're having a great day and please stay safe and keep hydrated! 🙆🏻‍♀️

a/n : this is such a cute requests >.< the fact that this is my first ever request makes me so happy oml. legit called my friends bcuz i got excited ㅠㅠ i chose to go for a headcanons format since its what i find easier to do at the moment, so i hope you're satisfied :) i had a hard time coming up with what to write for heeseung and niki tbh lmao

pairing: enhypen x gender neutral!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none really

m.list !

— heeseung would find this new interest as a way to spend more time with you, with his overload of work, he'd want to pick up on whatever you do on your free time to be able to make up for all the times he had to reschedule a date because of work. this new hobby would definitely a bonding experience for the two of you.

rest of the members under the cut !

— jay would be the type to show his full support to anything you'd like to try, he wouldn't be able to hide his admiration. if your new hobby was something you did at home, like drawing or writing, he'd sit next to you and just watch you with those lovey dovey eyes he gets around you. but he also has this need to take care of you and makes sure you're balancing self-care and working.

— jake would be slightly competitive but not in a bad way! he'd want to try whatever you were trying out or get super curious about the lessons you'd be starting or the activity you were starting. he'd ask a lot of questions, trying to involve himself as much as he could and show his full support for you :)

— sunghoon isn't the best communicator, he gets shy whenever confronted to his feelings towards you, so his way of showing support would be through little actions and gifts. if you were starting new lessons, he'd write you a little good morning letter and wish you the best for your day. you can expect flowers on the kitchen counter for you when you get back home ( AHHH MY HEART <3 )

— sunoo is your BIGGEST cheerleader !! i can't stop emphasizing the fact that this boy would literally be there for you through every step of whatever you were trying. he is on a mission to not let you give up. if you were attending new classes, he'd hide little notes in your notebooks giving you motivating words. just overall your own personal cheerleader

— jungwon's love towards you sometimes translates as him basically mothering you. he's very supportive of your choices and wants you to succeed but he can't help the need to want to make sure you're doing okay. this includes him having to physically pull you away from your work to take a break and eat something, to force you into drinking the required amount of water per day, and picking you up and putting you in bed to make sure you get enough sleep.

— niki likes to pretend he's fully grown and is able to do anything so when you told him you were starting a new activity, he became overly confident and would challenge you to who could have a better result (this is if your new hobby is something like drawing). other than his slight competitiveness, he loves to see you so determined to accomplish something and would find you working adorable.

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jkoo-njoo · 2 years ago

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College crush - 3

summary : college au l when the frontier between a crush and an obsession blurs, how can you draw the line?

pairing : shy n clingy bf! jk × black fem! reader

genre : fluff, soft yandere | headcanons

word count : 2150, on going story

warnings : stalking, fixation, home intrusion

author’s note : Hi loves ! This is supposed to be the second to last chapter of this story, but I don’t feel like ending it so soon. I’m still hesitating on wether to write a sequel in the form of drabbles or just add 2 or 3 more chapters instead of just one. You tell me what you would prefer most (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Enjoy my angels ~ ♡

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3/ the moth searching for light through darkness, with hope

- the first time : just reaching out to you

Jungkook was really set on taking the leap of faith and sending you a message directly.

he is very nervous but also confident that you will appreciate this gesture because he has backup :

a few days ago, after the bi-weekly photography class, he followed you a bit around before going home

you went to grab coffee with some of your friends at the local café

and he just sat at a table behind you lot, making sure not to be noticeable

he was glad that you and your friends had the habit of talking a bit loudly so he didn’t have to sit right next to you to listen to your discussions

anyways

what he heard that day left him completely speechless

you guys were talking about the type of actions you’d consider romantic from a significant other and what you’d love to experience

best believe he was absolutely tuned in when it was your turn to speak

and that’s when he heard you say that you were a delusional and hopeless romantic that would really love to have a secret admirer that sent you letters and gifts

everyone clowned you and kept telling you to give it up because it would never gonna happen

but he, on the other hand, couldn’t be happier

he was going to make your dream happen, with the upmost joy doing it.

fast forward to today, with Jungkook going insane over trying to choose the perfect first-letter-from-a-secret-admirer between the 3 piles of tens of already written letters he had in his room

he settled for this one short letter :

“Like a bee drawn to a flower, I am endlessly attracted to your being, your beauty and existence essential for my survival.“

he signed — your secret admirer not yet ready to put any indication about his identity

he folded it with great care and put the message in a beige ancient style letter that he sealed with red wax

he hesitated on perfuming the letter or not but he eventually decided against it, because what if you don’t like the odor and throw away his letter, rejecting him before even checking him out ?

he was ready to go all out for you, but that didn’t mean he wanted to take reckless risks

he truly wanted to make an impact on you in the best way possible. And that included being very meticulous

when he was done, he walked up to the building next to his and deposited the letter in your letter box, whilst shaking uncontrollably the entire time

he did that in the middle of the day, so he figured he’d check the day after if you opened your letter box

he went there 3 days in a row and noticed that you didn’t really check your letter box that often

so he went against one of the main restrictions he imposed on himself : not to go all the way up to your front door.

but he did. and from now, he’d give you letters by putting them in between the front door and the wall, just above the handle so you’d inevitably notice them immediately every single time.

- the second time : being too greedy

this little back & forth of him writing letters and giving them to you lasted a few weeks

he would send you letters every 2 to 3 days, and they would vary in length but never in substance

they would always be very light and easy to read, whilst intensely dripping with passion and love

the one he sent you yesterday was :

“if anyone ever asks me which is more important between my life and yours, I would tell them that I have died to myself and that I live only for you.”

he was taking his secret admirer job very seriously.

and judging by the way you would take all of his letters and not throw them out — he regularly checked the dumpster assigned to your building — you were visibly enjoying it.

one day, the routine got interrupted when he came up to drop off the LLOTD [love letter of the day] and…. your door was unlocked.

in his defense : he was sliding the letter between the door and the wall like he always did, but this particular time it didn’t want to stay in place ; the letter kept falling

so he grabbed the handle to have more balance while trying to make the letter fit in the crevace

then the handle just… moved. and opened the door.

he didn’t even do it on purpose like,,, it just opened ???

and now he was standing there, frozen in the middle of the hallway with the handle still in his hand, unable to move.

his hands inevitably start to sweat because even if he’s stuck, he knows what he wants to do ; but he can’t bring himself to do it.

he has always dreamed of entering your place. He has been wanting this for so long.

and there was now a golden opportunity to fulfill this dream……. he couldn’t let it pass by him. He just couldn’t bring himself to close the door and go home

so… he enters.

he is absolutely delighted to be in your space ; but he’s also getting very overwhelmed

there is so much to look at, so much to smell, so much to admire and ingrain in his brain

he gives himself like 5 minutes to get around and puts on a timer to make sure to go out on time.

you are living alone so your room’s decoration is very sweet & unique

also meticulously clean and organized

though he takes notes that he should buy you a basket to put your fruits in it, and a duvet cover so you can snuggle your cute self inside, and more plushies to horn your bed

he cannot wait until the time he gets to decorate this place with his own special touch too

the timer goes off indicating that it was time to go back to his place

he pushes the letter between the front door & the wall, then leaves

he was in such a state of euphoria that when he got back to his place he wrote like 5 letters in one sitting

when he noticed that you never really locked your door but just shut it, and since he knows your schedule by heart, he starts breaking into your home a bit more often over time

each time, he tries as hard as he can to not touch or move anything

he only verifies that you do not throw his letters by checking your bins, and lays on your bed while daydreaming of cuddling with you on it while watching movies, or play with you on your pc set up

he is very careful to not do anything that would make you notice that someone is coming into your place while you’re not there, because he doesn’t want you to be scared.

he would never deliberately cause you to be uncomfortable, afraid or to resent him

but it’s getting harder and harder everyday to not touch or take anything when he wants to go back to his place with each and every object that you use as a souvenir

he’s getting tormented…

so close, yet so far from the goal,,,, it was driving him crazy.

- at the same time : a curious appreciation

it’s been a few weeks since you’ve been regularly receiving love letters from a secret admirer

you would be lying if you said that you weren’t completely enjoying and indulging in it

at the beginning, you thought that it was a prank, because it was just so random & the timing was almost too perfect since you started receiving letters right after that one discussion with your friends

but it started being more recurrent, and it progressively made you flattered to receive such sustained and lovely attention

the words of this admirer were sure having a strong effect you.

so much that you kept absolutely every single one of their letters in a little box hidden in your nightstand

nowadays, you were catching yourself waiting for their letters or thinking about their words more than once throughout your day

you didn’t talk about it to your friends because you didn’t want them to make fun of you ; or worse : that one of them admits that this has all been a big joke and that it was all fake

this is your own little secret that you keep between you and your heart

and it’s just letters, beautiful letters at that. The admirer does not seem to be a creep, so you’re safe. There’s no need to alert anyone… right ?

at some point, you’ve tried to find out about the identity of your admirer.

the only information that you have at the moment is their signature : they sign every single letter with the mention — your secret admirer

you do not even know their gender. This is as anonymous as it gets like you cannot make this up

you have no idea about who it could be : no one in your social circle or the circle of your closest friends seems to be a good enough pretender to this spot, so it was surely intriguing you

but what you do know is that you are going to meet them soon. You have to.

- the rest of the time… too far gone to go back

eventually, one of your hoodie disappears. Like straight up vanishes.

you noticed it because you were looking for something to wear as lazy pajamas and it was one of your appointed “trash clothes” to put on

it is not that serious though like you must’ve just lost it.

So you wore something else and went on with your life, not caring much about that.

a few days later, you received a letter from your secret admirer.

it was weird because they haven’t sent you anything in like 10 days ; that was very out of character for them.

so, you were relieved to receive something from them again, but this letter was rather unusual

it wasn’t a poem ; but an apology.

the title was “please pardon me my love” and their writing was very clumsy, like they’ve been shaking while writing it.

in the letter, they admit that they took your hoodie — you assume that it must be the one that you lost the other day. They apologize for it by saying that they just wanted to have a piece of you with them and knowing that you didn’t value this particular hoodie that much they couldn’t help themselves. They promise to buy you absolutely every clothes that you want, and that they’ll replace the hoodie with a new one of your taste by tomorrow. At the end, they beg for your forgiveness and implore you to not stop loving them ; some water drops that you assume to be dried out tears adorning their words.

if you were being honest, you really couldn’t care less about the hoodie disappearing ; but it did make you feel kinda uncomfy knowing that they intruded your sacred space

their confession made you reflect on the past few days, and validated the feelings of confusion and uneasiness you felt seeing some of your belongings slightly changing places sometimes while you did not recall moving them yourself

you were definitely not crazy nor were you having hallucinations.

despite this… you still couldn’t find it in you to fear them or worry in any way.

like, they just took a hoodie that you didn’t care about. This was harmless, right ?

so, for the first time since the beginning of this whole ordeal : you decide to write an answer to them

you didn’t take yourself too seriously : you told them that you weren’t mad about the hoodie, but that the next time they come in here they better clean up your place a bit because you were pretty busy at the moment and didn’t have the time to do so

you would leave it on your desk tomorrow and see what happens

but for now, it was time to sleep and rest. Or at least try.

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