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therentyoupay · 5 months ago

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CONTINUING THE CONVERSATION from your lovely lovely tags!! @thelovelybitten

#WOW my brain exploded #you see I look at them in depth but this makes so so so much sense #it’s always how do they make each other better that I can never get a grasp on. #and especially looking at this now: I never even considered speech patterns in terms of emotion #like when elsa is upset for example—since she is emotionally anxious how would a (normal? stereotypical.) person respond to these emotions #plus how do you morph the societal normalcy of emotional perception into elsa that makes sense— #at least for her character that feels natural ??? #god ur mind#me sitting here on my phone writing down things I’ll need to explore before doing simple sprints #thank god I’m going to be an English major this might help me with my summer project LMFAO #this was eye opening OP just knows what’s up #MOVING ON LMFAO

SPEECH PATTERNS, SPEECH PATTERNS.

YESSS. 🔥🔥🔥

while i think we all to some degree can recognize that specific speech patterns, dialects, idiosyncracies, word choice, and quirks, etc., etc., are connected to the ways in which we present ourselves (and by extension, how we showcase different aspects of our identities with other people), i think the most formative experiences for me in really digging into this idea were my forays into EPISTOLARY writing:

questionable ;

by therentyoupay for seevikiifangirl Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (Teen And Up Audiences) 2 Oct 2016 | Hermione/fred, epistolary, accidental pen pals

check the pipes for frost ;

by therentyoupay Fandoms: Frozen (2013), Rise of the Guardians (2012) (Mature) 18 May 2015 | Jelsa, epistolary, accidental pen pals

before writing these fics, i had played around characters texting each other (e.g., korra and tahno in personal record), but check the pipes for frost was totally exploratory and super transformative for me when it came to really leaning into improving my dialogue-only interactions.

the really cool part of writing ctpff was playing with two layers:

PLATFORMS AS (a) CHARACTERIZATION DEVICES AND (b) CONTEXTS/RULE-DRIVEN PLAYGROUNDS:

first,

jack and elsa's communications take place across multiple platforms. the progression of their burgeoning friendship (and, later, more 👀) is shown first and foremost in the progression of the media they use to actually communicate, which

(a) acts as a narrative device to indicate their growing fluctuating trust levels with one another (accidental postcards → emails → g-chats → facebook → selfies → skype → texting | can you tell that this fic is now a time capsule lmao), and

(2) provides the unique context-specific rules for how they can interact, namely, all of the specific features of digital communication therein, including but not limited to:

the nonverbal cues that are and are not possible with these platform choices (e.g., jack's emoji style is different from elsa's; what happens when elsa uses an emoji in a marked or notable way and how does jack react? 😂);

what kinds of email addresses do they use? (my favorite part is jack dragging bunny for still using hotmail in 2016)

what kinds of phones do they have? (for me elsa has always been iPhone and jack has always been Droid; this affects the way messages are presented and arranged on the screen)

what are their email signatures like? (fun fact: i copy/pasted a real disclaimer end note from my actual dentist for toothiana's professional email, which jack emails by accident lmao)

the immediacy or delay in replying in any of these modes;

the cultural connotations of taking a long time to reply or double-texting or Suddenly Using Punctuation to Indicate that This is A Serious Conversation, or using capital letters to indicate A Thing;

typos;

are they able (or willing) to send photos? gifs? memes? what do these things reveal about their comfort levels, confidence levels, trust levels, senses of humor?

what does someone share about themselves when they send a meme, and what do they expect from their recipient when they share this inside joke, or shared scrap of humor with the other?

WHAT DOES CAPSLOCK MEAN? who uses it? when?

can multiple threads of conversation occur simultaneously (e.g., direct messages/texts) in ways that are not possible in face-to-face conversations?

how do they react to a suggestive freudian slip of a typo?

what does miscommunication look like?

i could go on forever!

p.s. for those of you have read the story and you remember The Letter, well. 💕 YOU KNOW.

second,

within the contexts, constraints, and flexibilities afforded by these various media platforms, i also played with the following:

how do they write to one another when they are strangers who got each other's addresses by accident?

how do they write to one another when they're seriously contemplating the pros and cons of potentially trying to meet each other in person?

how do you convey degrees of distance/closeness at the word-, sentence, message-, and conversation-levels?

what happens to their typing when they are in the middle of a high-stakes argument?

how do they apologize when the other person cannot see their face?

what kinds of inside jokes can they create in texting or messages or emails that are easier to convey in writing than in speaking verbally in person?

what would they attach or include in their emails?

what would they do/say the first time they opened up skype for the first time to finally talk to one another in real-time?

what kind of conversations can they have (and what kind of turn-taking can they have) when they are writing long-form letters or emails asynchronously vs. synchronously in real-time through instant messaging or texting?

how do they sound if they accidentally send each other a message that was meant for someone else?

And then, of course, you get into the other factors that can influence speech patterns on a more foundational level (e.g., background, education, personality, manners) and...

a more temporary, local level (e.g., mood, comfort level, time of day. 😂 social battery. patience level.). and so on!!

the fic is here, if anyone wants to check it out: check the pipes for frost

TL;DR → if you want to really explore and play around with dialogue and speech patterns as characterization devices, i highly highly recommend trying out some EPISTOLARY works!!!! 💕 have fun!!

TRYP thoughts on characterization

jack frost // elsa | characterization considerations

PART 2 | OVERVIEW: the tl;dr of personality + dialogue choices

ground rules + intro

overview: the tl;dr of my personality + dialogue choices

deep dive: characterization, personality, + identity

shared ice powers (or AU-equivalent) + shared connections

questions/points to consider as you write

PART 2 | OVERVIEW: the tl;dr of personality + dialogue choices

(this was written super fast so tell me if i missed stuff)

for elsa, i look to create and explore moments that highlight her journey from fear to self-acceptance. i focus on her struggles with control, her deep sense of responsibility, and her moments of quiet reflection (or LOUD, powerful, FREEDOM). when writing her personality, i try to capture the sometimes contradictory variables of her reserved nature, her inner strength, her desire for freedom, and the way she often internalizes (suppresses, ignores, fights, hides) her emotions. i also pay attention to how she interacts with others, particularly the contrast between her public demeanor and the more intimate, personal side that she rarely shows.

in terms of register, she adopts a more formal tone, more precise diction, slightly more advanced vocabulary. readers have described my elsa as generally varying degrees of:

“regal,”

“proper,”

“classy,”

“measured,”

“analytical,”

“thoughtful,”

“astute,”

“clever,”

“intelligent,”

“responsible,”

“introspective,”

“dignified,”

“determined,”

“guarded,”

“reserved,”

“funny,” and

“(deeply) passionate,”

although to suggest that she’s only those things would be to do her a disservice (we are all messy, sometimes!),

so it’s all about balance and context. (re: passionate: please remember that there is a physical and metaphorical storm inside of her. <3 )

for jack, i’m drawn to the contrast between his outwardly playful, carefree persona (his center, rooted in his pain and his inherent optimism and resilience born from trauma and perseverance and survival) and the deeper, more complex emotions he hides (ignores, neglects, doesn’t understand) beneath the surface. i look to emphasize moments that show his loneliness, his sense of duty (especially when it ties to his need to belong, to be loved or WORTHY of being loved, his feeling that if he does not do something for someone/if he is not useful then he will be abandoned), and the way he uses humor to create light, deflect from his pain, bring joy to others, and cope with what he’s lost. when writing his dialogue, i focus on capturing his wit, his tendency to tease, and the occasional glimpses of his more serious, reflective side. i also think about how his interactions with elsa differ from his interactions with others, showing the unique bond they share.

when i write jack, it’s not as punny as chat from miraculous ladybug… i love it when his humor (and elsa’s!) is sharp and clever and fast. i love when he uses self-deprecating humor (but it’s usually layered; he’s saying it lightly but he means it heavily, and the humor and dry tone and the carefree word choice has a lot about ‘hiding in plain sight’, sometimes, i think). readers have described my vision of jack as,

“playful,”

“protective,”

“witty,”

“optimistic,”

“clever,”

“insecure,”

“smitten,”

“hilarious,”

“tender,”

“supportive,”

“impatient,”

“selfish(/selfless, depending),”

occasionally “possessive” (especially re: fear of abandonment/rejection/loss),

“covetous,”

“jealous,” “envious,”

“tenacious,” and,

in his own way, “guarded,” too.

in their dialogue, i aim for a mix of lightness and depth. jack might generally bring a playful tone to the conversation, but elsa can absolutely be light and playful, too, depeneding on where they are at in their journeys.

elsa’s responses are often measured, thoughtful, and occasionally tinged with uncertainty or hesitation, reflecting her internal struggles and her cautious approach to new emotions. the dialogue between them often becomes a dance of words, where what’s left unsaid is just as important as what is spoken.

both of them speak highly respectfully to one another but (we are all human) can also occasionally lash out; one of the natural byproducts of getting to know someone so well is that you also create an arsenal of all the most effective ways to (intentionally, or perhaps not) hurt them.

(at the center readers…. you know. 🥹 please please please no spoilers. 💕🙏)

OVERALL, THEIR DYNAMIC (DEPENDING ON ANGST/WHUMP/FLUFF/DRAMA LEVELS):

what fascinates me most about elsa and jack is the way they mirror each other.

ISOLATION: both of them are, in their own ways, defined by isolation—elsa by her fear of hurting others, and jack by his literal invisibility to the world.

IT IS ABOUT THE YEARNING: they both yearn for connection, for someone who sees them for who they truly are, yet they’re afraid of the vulnerability that comes with that. in my mind, their interactions are usually charged with this tension, a push and pull between wanting to get closer and fearing the consequences of doing so.

WHAT IS LEFT UNSPOKEN (UNTIL IT IS NOT 👀): when i write them together, i’m constantly aware of the unspoken emotions that simmer beneath the surface—the trust that’s slowly building, the attraction that both excites and terrifies them, and the fear of what it would mean to truly let someone in. there’s a kind of quiet longing in their relationship, a recognition of kindred spirits who have found each other in the midst of chaos. (pining. SO MUCH PINING.)

JOURNEYS: elsa’s journey is one of self-discovery, of learning to embrace her powers and her emotions rather than fear them. jack’s journey is about finding his place in a world that has long forgotten him, about understanding that he’s worthy of love and connection—and not just for the contributions that he makes to the Guardians, to the world, to the children, to nature. Just him.

GROWTH: together, they challenge each other, push each other to grow, and in doing so, they start to heal the wounds that have defined them for so long. (well. at least when things go well. 👀 I HAVE ALSO BEEN KNOWN TO DABBLE IN ANGST.)

MUTUAL DEPENDENCE AND TRUST: both characters are strong (physically mentally emotionally) (and weak) in their own right, but they eventually come to realize that they are stronger together.

DEFINED BY SACRIFICES (*coughSISTERScough*): sacrifice is a recurring theme in their individual journeys and their burgeoning relationship (in any universe). both elsa and jack are a times willing to sacrifice their own well-being for the other—sometimes to their own detriment. jack’s determination to keep elsa safe, even at the cost of his own life/happiness/feelings, and elsa’s willingness to push herself beyond her limits to protect jack/keep jack/keep jack but also keep him away. however, this selflessness also creates a barrier between them, as they are both reluctant to fully admit their feelings (are afraid of being selfish, or of being perceived as selfish), fearing that doing so would be a distraction from their mission/duties/responsibilities, or a weakness they cannot afford (UNTIL THEY CAVE AND THE TENSION BREAKS AND THEY GIVE IN AT LONG LAST).

tl;dr

elsa and jack are two deeply complex characters, each carrying the weight of their pasts, their powers, and their responsibilities. their relationship is marked by a delicate balance of strength and vulnerability, trust and fear, duty and desire.

as they navigate the dangers (emotional, physical) around them, they also grapple with their growing feelings for one another, feelings that challenge their perceptions of themselves and their place in the world.

together, they form a powerful yet fragile bond, one that is constantly tested by the forces, pressures, and expectations around them and their own internal struggles.

i love writing this story in so many (33 and counting?? universes) because their story is one of mutual growth, as they each learn to embrace their vulnerabilities and find strength in their connection.

🥹💕🙏

#therentyoupay thoughts on characterization #therentyoupay thoughts on epistolary works #therentyoupay advice #jelsa #therentyoupay check the pipes for frost #therentyoupay on writing #thelovelybitten

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steinfellds · 2 years ago

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Play For One Stream

Pairing: Streamer!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda tries to teach you how to play Stardew Valley for the first time on stream.

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/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /

You were sitting in Wanda's lap. Your back to her front with your feet crisscrossed and propped up on her desk. Wanda had one of her arms wrapped your stomach while the other hand was on her mouse, setting her stream up.

"Why do they even want to watch me play? I suck." You asked curiously, dusting a bit of fluff off Wanda's pants.

"That's the point, Y/n." She laughed, whining when you hit her with a scoff.

"I better get some money out of this stream then. I'm being the main source of entertainment."

Wanda smiled and shook her head, "You're ridiculous, detka." You already got half of Wanda and Natasha's money from streaming because of your shared bank account with them.

You laughed, giving Wanda a quick kiss on her cheek, "Thanks, love,"

10 minutes later, Wanda started her stream. Immediately her fans began pouring in, and to be exact, over 699 people had joined in the first 5 minutes.

You sat shyly on her lap with now both of Wanda's arms wrapped around you. She had her head leaning on your shoulder so she could read her chat.

PenutButter19281: Damn, is the pretty girl on your lap single? What's her Insta.

You watched the way Wanda's facial features turned into a slight scowl. Wanda's hands quickly left your waist as she type out the ban command and banned PenutButter19281.

You suppressed a smile. You and Natasha would definitely tease her about how possessive she was over you later.

CaptainMarvel: Wands, reply to my fucking dm.

Wanda and Carol had been friends for 2 years now. They met at a comic con and clicked instantly. Carol streams as well but she's less consistent with her streams than Wanda.

Wanda laughed when she read Carol's message out loud. She had purposely been ignoring Carol, only reacting to her messages with the shit emoji. She loved riling Carol up for her own entertainment.

"Buy me that gun skin and I will."

CaptainMarvel: Fuck you, bitch.

Wanda grinned, blowing a kiss towards her camera.

She and Carol bought each other gun skins all the time. Half the time, they would log onto each other's account and just buy a skin without even asking for permission.

2 minutes after Carol's message, Wanda got an email saying the skin had been bought. Yet, she still didn't respond to Carol's message and instead started to start the stream fully.

"Okay, chat, so you've all been begging for Y/n to stream with me and I've finally decided that I'll have her play Stardew Valley." The Stardew Valley's menu screen popped on the screen. You thought the menu screen was cute.

Wanda clicked on load game and loaded up your world. She had already created your avatar prior to stream setting up. She knew you would take way too long with how indecisive you were. She thought it would be cute to make your avatar look like you so she did.

You kept looking over at Wanda's chat, you were curious on what they were saying.

BunnyCarrots: omg i love this game ur gonna have so much fun y/n!

Username8274: What's the bet Y/n is going to surprise Wanda with how good she is at video games.

RainbowSheep: Nah whats the bet y/n wont even know what keys to use to move

That last message wasn't entirely wrong.

You jumped slightly when Wanda grabbed your fingers, placing them on the right keys. She briefly explained how to play the game.

"So I can marry a woman in this game?" You asked excitedly, using your axe to chop down trees around your house.

Wanda laughed, "Is that the only thing you took out of my tutorial?"

Wanda's chat blew up with 'LMAO' and 'HAHAHA'.

"I'm gay, what do you expect?"

Wanda pouted and made fake tears pool in her eyes, "You would cheat on Natasha and me with pixels?" She made her voice sound broken and soft.

You smiled and kissed her nose softly.

"Obviously."

Wanda's mouth fell open in shock, she didn't expect that answer from you.

"Bitch." She muttered softly, jabbing her fingers into your stomach causing you to let out a high-pitched squeal.

After you planted all your seeds and watered them, you walked into the town.

Wanda took her time showing you all the villagers and explaining which ones you could marry. The villager, Haley, caught your attention immediately.

"I wanna marry Haley." You decided, running around her in circles.

Wanda raised a brow, "But she's mean."

You shrugged with a grin, "It's okay, being mean is hot sometimes."

Wanda shook her head with a laugh, "Sure, sweetheart."

You were seconds away from sleeping for the night and getting your first save but Wanda's PC switched off abruptly, making you lose the progress you had just made. The apartment lights turned off as well, leaving you and Wanda in a pitch-dark room.

"What happened?" You asked, slightly worried this was somehow your fault.

"No idea, baby." You felt Wanda shrug "Nat?!"

"There's a storm coming that knocked the power out!" Natasha called from the living room.

Both of you made a sound of understanding.

Wanda smacked your thighs lightly, "Get up, let's go watch a movie with Nat on her computer."

You stood up and let out a loud groan, "How can you guys play video games for this long without getting sore?" You asked, stretching your limbs out.

"Skill."

Wanda sprinted into the living room and jumped on top of Natasha. Wanda let out a demonic giggle when Natasha started to whine about how she lost the peaceful mood she was in.

You calmly sat down next to Natasha and rested your head on her shoulder.

Natasha grabbed onto your hips and dragged you onto her lap. She kissed your forehead with a smile. You loved whenever you got forehead kisses from her.

"Good stream?"

You wrapped your arms around her neck and buried your head into her shoulder, "Yeah, next time you should let me stream with the both of you.."

"We definitely should."

You grinned in excitement. Streaming with Wanda was fun but with both of your girls,' it would be even more fun and chaotic.

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woomycritiques543 · 2 years ago

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As a HB/HH liker, I sincerly apologize on behalf of most of the fandom, As someone who actually likes those shows, i'll admit that they do have major flaws (Seeing Stars was meh for me), but seeing how fans, Especially big fans/artists (Like DaniDraws, Teathekook, Elcee, etc) react to any sort of criticism on twitter, is rather embarrasing to say the least.

(You can imagine the releif when I read the rest of this. lol!)

Thank you, its nice to see someone from the main tags being reasonable for once. Very rare when I end up seeing that.

Its not even just the big artists, its people from Spindlehorse too that act childishly about it. Getting suprised when anyone doesnt like an episode and pitching fits about criticism, acting immature in general.

Speaking about critique in such a condecending way that can only be concluded as "shaming" rather than just dissapointment. Not even admitting to the episode had flaws, but shaming those who critiqued it. Vivziepop being so petty, that she liked this specific post as a way to pretend as if the critiques were "wrong." (putting "ruins the show" in quotations, the way its being said, the emoji, etc.) These being the comments after. With the average "wait for another episode!" excuse when theres now been enough episodes to know most of the quality of how the show will be going forward. This was also written before S2 Episode two, another awful episode, which made this all the more hilarious to read from these people. Also saying "this is just temporary!" or that "im just watching them to prove to the haters that they're "wrong" and they gotta see what happens before they judge them!" as if the last episode didnt fuck up the lore of the past ones (spoiler alert: it did.) which would automatically effect other episodes by default. There also being mostly character decisions that would effect the rest of the show based on how the show is sugarcoating their actions. Not letting them actually develop as a result.

Hince the "ruined" statement the fandom has been saying.

Since- the timeline was ruined, the potiential in certain characters was ruined by the backpeddling and sugarcoating. We dont need to watch other episodes to know this as "ruined". They're that bad.

These episodes are allowed to be judged as themselves Callis (I know there are people from your staff reading this.) we dont need to know "everything" about the show and whats going to happen to stand our ground about how we feel about it. Were not doing this to "assume" about whats going to happen. The show is already bad, this has been proven to us hundreds of times already. No new episode is going to "fix" how much damage thats been done already unless they rewrite the story altogether. The merch, the sugarcoating, and all.

Callis saying that the critiques were "mean" just because they arent the ones who constantly kiss the feet of their favorite ocs and mention that-gasp??? Their "bad people" demon characters are- NOT GOOD PEOPLE?! and- GASP! Should legit be held accountable for their actions?! WOW! Its almost like this isnt the "secretly wholesome" adult cartoon that they wanted it to be but was executed as showing their characters as awful because- GASP! The writers also just happened to not be good people with questionable morals! /j

A group of bad people trying to dictate what's "moral" or not? Who would have guessed that this would eventually lead to the show becoming messed up as all fuck- not even in a good way, but showing messages from the writers terrible enough to make even a 90's series blush.

Its almost like all of this whining about people who critique in the fandom is just an attempt to gaslight people into seeing the critiques as "hot takes" and not anything of actual value. When people are upset for actual reasons. No "youre allowed to critique" gaslighting is going to make us hold back our words. Lmao!

Calis also mentioning a nonsensical critique about Lucifer's new design but not even mentioning what people were actually upset about. Its bias such as this that is just that- "Embarassing."

These people react to the critique like teenagers who just got a f on a test for the first time. Immature, making excuses, and just downright being very condesending, gaslighting, and non-addressing.

So your ask was entirely understandable anon. Thank you for apologizing. It wont do much for how these people effect us, but I do appreciate the empathy. Thank you.

#helluva boss #helluva critical #it truly is embarassing to watch.#these people react to the criticism like teenagers.#its hilarious! theyre so petty about it you'd think that a bunch of kids wrote these comments #but no! theyre all grown adults! older than even me! HAHA!

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here. My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that. My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it - I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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TWICE x Reader- “Doughnut”: PART 3

Previously on "Doughnut" PART 2...

Before you were about to go back to the shop, you felt your phone vibrated from your pocket. You quickly took it out and opened it. There, you saw a message notification coming from Chaeyoung.

You opened it to see what she sent to you.

"Are you still up for tomorrow, N/N?", she may not have mentioned IT but you know exactly what she's referring to.

"Yes, Chae. I'll be there at 3:00. Can't wait to see your work!", your reply to her.

"Thanks, Y/N. See ya!", her last message to you. You just reacted a heart emoji at it then turned off your phone as you returned it back to your pocket as you walked back to the shop to continue your duty.

Meanwhile at Chaeyoung's house, Chaeyoung stared at her phone for a few seconds before placing it back at the table. She looked at the painting of yourself again and sighed.

"All will be revealed tomorrow.", she muttered. After that, she picked up the basket placed on top of her table as she is about to head onto her farm to collect some of her strawberries again. ------------------------- (THURSDAY AFTERNOON, AT THE MUSEUM)

"There's so many.", Chaeyoung said when she saw a bunch of crowd gathering in front of a stage. The two of you can see also the name of the event based on the average sized looking LED screen on the background.

"You're nervous?", you looked at her, turning your head on the side as you placed your hand on her shoulder gently.

"A little.", she shrugged, heaving a sigh. "Maybe my artwork won't be that eye-appealing compared to others. I'm thinking that they won't be impressed by it.", then she looked down on her painting covered not only in cartom but in plastic too.

"Chae, I recommend that you don't need to get affected too much by it.", you said, waving it off at her.

"Sure, it may not be that good as the others but just take it in a good way so that you can improve it next time.", you nodded at her.

"But trust me, I know many will like it. Come on, you're the Chaengcasso right?", you teasingly bumped her arm, smirking at her which is a great effect for her to laugh a little.

"What's with the brought up of the nickname?", she confusedly asked you but still keeping the smile on her face. "As if like that name is iconic and legendary to others.", she snorted.

"But for you, it is.", you said to her. "Self-encouragement. Believe in your work by remembering one thing that made you be in here today. One thing that gave you passion to do and continue something you love... like this." , you presented to her the painting she's holding.

"Wel if that's it then I would love to add another new name for me.", Chaeyoung smiled at you.

"Oh? What is it then?", you both raised your eyebrows to anticipate for her answer.

"Well actually there's one too which I think it would be better to combine it with my name.", Chaeyoung said, stroking her chin like she's thinking of something. "I really admire this person so much these days.", she placed both her hands on her chest right at where her heart beats.

"Really? What's the name?"

"L/N"

"U-uhm... I d-don't know but I'm starting to like Michelangelo too. I-I watched his artworks and his biography in YouTube weeks ago.", she said, scratching her nape while bowing her head as she looks away at you, hiding her blush not because of what she said verbally but what's in her head instead.

She sighed too as she felt disappointed in herself because she was saving her biggest hint of confession to you on her artwork reveal and she nearly ruined it by her being so freaking whipped at you.

After she said it, you nodded interestingly by pouting your lips too while doing the action. Right at the moment, you two along with the rest of the people inside the museum; heard an announcement coming from the voice behind the speakers that all contestants should head backstage as the event is about to start.

"Cmon, the show's about to start. Goodluck up there! Win or lose, you're still the winner for me.", you said to her, grasping both her shoulders as you made her look intently at you.

"O-kay. Wish me l-luck, Y/N!", Chaeyoung said as she slowly nod at you while stuttering. You just gave her a smile as she starts to walk away from you and patting her back one last time.

"You can do this, cub.", you shouted from her back.

You saw her rubbing her cheeks from behind but unbeknowgst to you, Chaeyoung is doing that to remove the overly blush she's having because of that too close of a contact between your faces.

(30 minutes later)

You are now sitting in your seat in the middle area of the audience, just finished watching the introduction of the contestant who just left the stage. You remembered that Chaeyoung will appear at #8 spot and since that the previous contestant is #7, you became excited to see your friend finally face the crowd and flex the art she made.

The host finally encouraged Chaeyoung to come out, which she followed. The small woman with black long hair tied in pigtails slowly walked to the center of the stage. You and her had an eye contact, giving her a thumbs up and a huge smile. Chaeyoung can't help but to melt and gain even more courage to do this.

"Please state your name and describe to us the artwork you will present.", the host said.

Chaeyoung grabbed the microphone from him and she starts to speak, facing the audience including you. She removed the cloth covering her painting, revealing it's design that made you stunned in your place.

Jaw dropped, eyes wide open, eyebrows all raised up. Your heart starts to beat up abnormally, feeling super touched at what your friend just did.

"Hi everyone, I am Son Chaeyoung, 23 years old. My artwork is called "My Only Man".

As you can see in my painting, I used surrealism style to paint a face of a man. It actually belongs to my one and only male bestfriend. Actually he's right here today in the event to support me.", she pointed you from the crowd and all the people looked at you amazingly. You got a bit embarassed as she literally took everyone's attention, and she even made you too do it.

I chose him as the subject of my work, which I could proudly say that it is a masterpiece of mine because he acually is. Because I want to show everyone how proud and how I cherish my f-friend with all my heart that I can brag about him and I thought that... I should do it right here today by putting him on something that matches him as a person.

My purpose of using surrealism style because that's like what I feel when I'm with him. With such a no fun girl like me, it feels like i'm still dreaming that I had a friend like him and after having him in my life, it makes me don't want to wake up instead from this dream.

His personality and painting has some common thing with each other for me. They're both beautiful, colorful, fun to spend my time at and it made me f-fell in love with too.", she gave you a look and the crowd teased you by doing these sounds that implying she just expressed her love to you... but to you though knowing how dense your head is, it doesn't mean like that so you just gave them an awkward smile and a chuckle.

"So yeah, I hope you all understand my story and I hope you all liked my work. Thank you!", the crowd gave Chaeyoung a huge round of applause which you did the same too. She returned back the microphone at the host as she heads back to the backstage, giving you one last glance and a smile.

"Is it really something else?", you muttered to yourself after rewinding back the part of Chaeyoung's speech where the crowd made you super shy at their teasing.

(30 MINUTES LATER) "And now, the contestant who won the first place for our Art Gallery Entry event is...

Contestant number 8, Ms. Son Chaeyoung!!!", her eyes popped and covered her gaping mouth quickly in shock. You stood up from your seat, showing your happiness at her victory by raising both of your fists and clapped harder for her.

She will receive a cash amount of 500, 000 won and a trophy plus as an additional reward, her artwork will be featured here in the art gallery of champions section of the museum! Please, come here in front and receive your award.", then Chaeyoung slowly heads back at the center of the stage as the judges and the host gave her the trophy and the paycheck before taking a group picture.

(3 minutes later) "Y/N!!!! I DID IT!!!", Chaeyoung ran to you and attacked you with her crushing hug while squealing in happiness.

" YEAHHH! SEE! TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN DO IT. Congratulations!!!", you said it to her happily, close at her ears while hugging her.

"Thanks!", then she lets go of the hug, facing you with her most adorable state so far. "D-did you like what I made?", she gave you a huge grin.

"Very much.", both of you chuckled. You even muttered a huge wow before continuing. "I can't believe it. Chae... you really did that for me? That's sweet."

"Hehe... yeah. I was thinking first on what to use and then... when I remember that you're a masterpiece to me... I didn't think again twice to make you as my subject.", you can't help but to blush at Chaeyoung's heart-fluttering words.

"That's a bit over with the masterpiece hehe.", you said in disbelief, raising and lowering your eyebrows fast. "But I'm really touched, Chae. Seriously. You're one of a kind friend, you know that?", she heard the word that makes her hurt much by the reality, slowly lowering her smile but forcing it not to form into a frown.

But she can't let this still within her anymore. So she decided to do her main agenda for today by finally confessing to you in a clear way.

" I a-am but you listened to what I said there right? "

"I do. "

"So do you now know how much I-"

Chaeyoung got interrupted when a man wearing a nice formal attire with an ID wrapped around his neck and an eyeglass approached her from the side. "Hello, Ms. Son. Sorry to interrupt but..can we have your time to spare for a while?We just need to have your interview for this event's documentary, if that's okay to you.", the journalist kindly asked your friend.

"S-sure. It's fine to me.", Chaeyoung nods which made the journalist smile in success. "Y/N, I'll be back for a sec, okay?"

"Take your time, Chae.", you nodded at her and she starts to walk away from you, a bit irritated that she was already near at it but that stopped unexpectedly instead.

While you are looking around at the venue of the event, you got startled when you felt that some someone bumped you on the side of your back, making her accidentally fell on the ground.

You quickly turned around, realizing it's a pure white skinned woman who bumped you. You kneeled down as you picked up her museum map one by one then assiting her to stand up again.

"Miss are you okay?", you checked on her while also returning her the map she was holding earlier.

"Yeah i'm okay it's-", she raised her head after fixing her specs and then you and the woman had an eye contact, staring at each other in disbelief and surprise.

"Y-Y/N?"

"Dahyun?", you muttered too. "U-uhm, hey.", you said, awkwardly greeting her.

"Hey. So you're here too?", she asked you, taking her map back from you.

"Just visiting this event today.", you pointed at the back where the art gallery event just held a while ago. That made her form an "o" shape in her mouth.

"So you're with someone?"

"Yeah, a friend of mine.", you nodded.

"Oh. Great.", then she awkwardly laughed a little, swaying some strand of her hair from behind her ear. You can't help but to just look at Dahyun because after a long time of not seeing this woman, whose heart once became yours, she looked incredibly gorgeous as ever.

" How about you? "

"Well actually none too, just like you.", she said, dropping both her hands that made her upper thighs get smacked. "I was visiting this museum to learn some history. Free time, you know. Wanna try some other places. Now I'm getting lost because I don't understand this map.", she sighed heavily, scratching her temple as she lets out a tired expression on her face.

" You might need some help? ", you offered her.

"But you have someone with you right? I don't want to disturb your time with your friend.", she said.

"Nah it's fine and I'm sure she won't mind it too.", you waved it off at her. Dahyun noticed the word "her", making her forehead crumpled.

"Oh, a girl?"

"I'm back Y/N!", the two of you didn't noticed that Chaeyoung walked towards you again, going back to you after doing the interview. She got surprised and went curious as she saw you talking to Dahyun, which made her can't help but to focusedly look at Dahyun. "Oh... hi. Sorry to inte-",

"It's fine. I just bumped on him that's why we're having a small talk.", Dahyun said, pointing at you you just nodded in agreement to what she said. " Hello too by the way.", she waved her hands at Chaeyoung.

"Uhm Chae meet Dahyun, she's my friend and uhm...

...ex-girlfriend.", you said to Chaeyoung, introducing Dahyun to her while pausing a bit before revealing to your friend that Dahyun once became your girlfriend in the past, the second one next to Nayeon who is your first. Chaeyoung whispered with an "ooh" at how interesting that information you just shared to her.

Dahyun just looked at you after telling that, making her remember your happy memories with her during your relationship that slowly went bland and fade away completely.

"Dahyun meet Chaeyoung, she's one of my best friends."

"Nice to meet you, Dahyun.", Chaeyoung offered her hands at Dahyun which she accepted it using her free hand.

"Nice to meet you Chae."

"Uhm so Chae, you won't mind if we guide Dahyun to her destination for a while. She's kinda lost now here and she needs help.", you said after twirling your finger around your surroundings inside the museum.

" It's a no problem to me. ", Chaeyoung shook her head.

"You heard her. Alright, let's go Dubu.", and the three of you starts to follow the direction where Dahyun is planning to head at.

While walking, Dahyun initiated the side to start talking with you to lessen the awkwardness of the atmosphere between the three of you.

"It's really nice to see you again, Y/N. How are you been doing these days?", she asked you as she gave you a side look.

"Still focused on my business. How's yours?"

"On hiatus so far. That's why I don't have any schedule these days.", Dahyun answered.

"Oh. That's nice.", you simply reacted. Meanwhile, Chaeyoung is just watching the two of you talking to each other, she can't help but to feel jealous at bit, now all of your attention is now at your ex-lover while here she is... stuck in a pure silence waiting for your presence to be felt again.

"Yeah. Gotta spend it all already I'm going back soon and I have a project already to start. I have a new drama to appear in.", she said to you, talking about her current job today which is an actress signed in an agency which is actually where Sana is also working.

And some little fun fact, Nayeon and Jihyo's agency are rivals with Dahyun and Sana's agency when it comes to how successful the two are, clashing with each other when it comes to total sales comimg from their artists and idols.

"Congrats already.", you slowly clapped fo her. "You got my support as always Dub. Fighting!", you mocked Dahyun with her trademark she once always does to you whenever she had an opportunity to say it.

You can still remember that she just loved by how it is being expressed. With that, you made Dahyun laugh which you did the same too, knowing how contagious this girls is when she becomes lively.

Chaeyoung just became even more jealous as she's sulking while looking at you and Dahyun.

"Why aren't you wearing any disguise? Aren't you concerned that maybe a sasaeng would just try to catch you?", you asked her after you just observed that since she's an artist and she's literally in a place with many people, why doesn't she had any security or manager with her?

"I just want to let myself explore around by myself. I don't want to make my managers tired too, so I convinced them to stay at rest.", she said. "Also, don't you know that I'm learning taekwondo these days? I can handle this by my own.", then she did a pose that she learned from it which somewhat amazed you and at the same time it's hilarious because of how Dahyun looked too serious while doing it.

"Woah hey chill! I really thought you're gonna make me as your example for your fighting skills.", you chuckled after you raised your arms as if you're defending yourself.

"You never changed, Y/N. Still a crackhead huh?", she teasingly punched you in your shoulders but not quite enough to leave some sting.

"So are you, Dahyun. You even look great though.", that made Dahyun smile widely but Chaeyoung didn't liked how it meant for her.

Finally had enough of this, she faked a cough to attract your attention again but she failed. Instead, Dahyun was the one who looked at her first.

"Oh, by the way, hey I saw you came back from the spot where many cameras and people are gathered. Are you famous too?", Dahyun asked Chaeyoung.

"No no actually not.", Chaeyoung shook her head, waving her hand off at her." It's just because I won the event Y/N is where at earlier that's why. "

"It's an art gallery contest event actually. She really deserve the win because of her work.", you proudly said for your friend which the latter just blushed. Oh how she's just being quickly soft when it comes to you.

"Oh wow, really? Can I see your painting then?", Dahyun asked Chaeyoung.

"Oh uhm... I don't have my work with me now, but a picture will do.", she reached for her phone on her bag. She opened her gallery. Dahyun noticed that some of her pictures includes you and that made her think that maybe she's not only what you think she is to you, especially when she finally saw what Chaeyoung is about to show her.

"There, I painted him.", she said. Chaeyoung was full on confidence to brag this to Dahyun, she just doesn't know why she's feeling like this when she showed it to her. Meanwhile, Dahyun is also confused too... but in a different reason.

She is puzzled on why it made her felt sad a bit. Her heart is like some bee stinged on it.

"Oh... t-this is impressive, Chaeyoung. Wow. You got the d-details too. If only I have the talent as this.", Dahyun starts to act weird, stuttering at her words. After that she looked to the real art beside her. "You must be so overwhelmed with this, Y/N."

"Indeed. I don't know what to say earlier. I just really didn't expected that.", Chaeyoung smiled, knowing she successfully did it. "But hey, don't be envy if you can't draw or paint? You're still talented anyways. Want me to enumerate it all for you?",

"No need, you got me now Y/N.", Dahyun said, unaware that maybe it has a double meaning. The three of you stopped when somebody asked for her picture and autograph. You and Chaeyoung were impressed at how Dahyun is well-known today because of being an actress. "Aish you know, I really missed having this conversation again between us.", she said to you.

"Same too, Dahyun.", you nidded at her. "Should we treat this as our closure then?", you spreaded both of your arms.

"Sure. Let's start a new beginning again, Y/N. ", Dahyun said, smiling at you.

"Great, so... back to friends?"

"Back to friends.", and then the two of you went for a hug. Dahyun was happy to have this again with you, but it hurt her a little remembering that this is the one she always love doing with you. Being how energetic and lively she is, she's your cuddly girlfriend before and even though the two of you aren't together now, that still didn't changed to her.

The pain that is still stuck, covering her heart till this day from what happened between the two of you felt like it all melted away because of the contact your chest made as she felt your heartbeat, as if it was like it made hers to beat in the same rhythm as yours too.

That made her now ask herself if there's a possibility that...

... she might fell in love with you again.

On the other side, Chaeyoung felt like her heart is slowly tearing apart at the sight of you and Dahyun reconcile with each other by a warm hug.

Few minutes later, the three of you stopped walking when you noticed something.

"So here's your spot.", you said after you saw the place that has a banner that says the exact name Dahyun told you that she's looking at. "I hope you remember the way out too that I told you.",

"I got this now Y/N, don't worry.", she said, caressing the fabric of her dress. "Thank you for assisting me Y/N! And to you too, Chaeyoung! I hope we can have some time more!"

"Same as I, Dahyun.", Chaeyoung said, showing a flat smile.

"We got to go now, Dub! If you want some time with me, just go to my shop okay? I'll text it to you.", you said.

"I will. Thanks again and bye!", Dahyun starts to take some steps, seperating herself away from you and Chaeyoung.

"Bye Dahyun!" "Take care."

"Finally, we're okay now.", you heaved a relieved sigh.

"May I know what happened between you two in the...p-past?", Chaeyoung asked you after she noticed you reacting like that. She became curious too on what happened between you and Dahyun before.

"Oh uhm... we- we lost sparks at each other. It's like, we got lost in our relationship. We didn't know what to do, what's our next step, where we're heading at, something like that.

Happiness is still there, but we don't feel that love exists between us anymore. Maybe we just don't know how it works. We rushed it, I guess. It's kind of disappointing knowing that Dahyun is a great girl.", you said, finally explaining what led the break up between you and Dahyun's relationship.

"Yeah she is. That's my first impression of hers though.", Chaeyoung didn't lie although she's getting jealous of Dahyun earlier. Aside from that, she really looks at her as a nice person.

"Trust me, she's more than meets the eye so it's great to know more better on her.", Chaeyoung just nods after.

While walking to head out of the museum, the two of you became silent for a second before you had another ew words to tell to your friend.

"I'm sorry if I didn't speak to you that much when Dahyun arrived. Maybe I made you feel that you're being forgotten.", you said to her in an apologizing tone which made her convinced to believe at it. Chaeyoung was happy that atleast you cared for her. She didn't thought you will notice it.

" No it's fine, Y/N.", Chaeyoung shook her head. " Don't apologize, you two needed it."

"Thanks Chae.", you let out a smile at your understanding friend. "Hey, what if we celebrate later? Where do you want to eat? "

"I'll just visit you later at the shop."

"There? You don't want anything more better? The one that serves real food?", you chuckled at her.

" Nothing more. Just at the doughnut shop will be great to me already. In fact it's my favorite place.

"Especially because it's yours." her mind secretly said.

"But uhm... one favor, can I just go later at night? I still have some strawberries to prepare for my other customers.", she scratched her nape.

"Don't mind, I'll be waiting for you later."

"Thanks Y/N.", she smiled at how considerate you are. You two finally went out of the museum, about to walk towwards on your car to drive away.

"Then tonight it is.", Chaeyoung muttered to herself as she planned to continue unraveling what she meant to do for you earlier at the event. ----------------------- (HOURS LATER, THURSDAY EVENING AT YOUR DOUGHNUT SHOP)

"Heyyy there, champ!", you greeted Chaeyoung who just entered your shop.

"Y/N, champ really?", Chaeyoung asked you as she finds it hilarious, laughing it off.

"Isn't that what you are today, Chae?", you gave her a questionable look to tease her. " And wow, champs's got a winning look for her celebration.", you traced her from head to toe to have a complete look of her outfit. She was wearing a white long sleeve with red necktie and red checkered vest matched with brown shorts.

"Sit here, what do you want to eat?", you asked after moving the chair for her like a gentleman you are.

"Hmm I'll take the strawberry cake slice and some strawberry milkshake too.", the Strawberry Princess has spoken after she sat on her chair so you took note of it.

"Okay then, uhm Hyunjin!", you called Hyunjin who just finished cleaning a table. " Come! "

"Yes boss?", Hyunjin approached you then you start telling him Chaeyoung's orders and also yours, leaning his ears closer to you.

"Coming right up boss!", Hyunjin did a hats off gesture before leaving you two alone. He went to the counter to prepare each other's orders.

" While we're waiting, what do you want us to talk about?", you said after taking a seat, clasping your hands together as you placed them on the table.

"Uhm... I wanna ask you again my question earlier.", Chaeyoung gulped. "I didn't got to continue it because it was cutted by the interviewee.", she pouted.

"Oh yeah I remember. Ok sure mind repeating it again.", ofcourse you are. You even asked yourself what was she pointing at earlier about that part on her speech.

"You listened to what I said all in the stage earlier, right?", she asked you again, repeating the same question she asked to you.

"I did."

"Then you know how much you meant to me.", Chaeyoung was bowing her head but she still looking at you shyly.

"Mmmhhhmm and I can feel it Chae.", you said. The most recent one was what she did at the event where she flexed her art that consists of you and how she explained it simply.

"There's more than what you think actually.",

"What do you mean, Chae?", you asked her confusedly.

"Y/N, I did that because I want to show to everyone how much I-", then she got interrupted when a phone rang from the counter. Hyunjin who was preparing the order got alarmed when he heard it too.

You turned your head to look at the telephone ringing. "Be right back for a sec, Chae.", you quickly said to her before leaving your seat. Meanwhile, Chaeyoung just grunted in annoyance aftee she got disturbed again during her confession for the second time.

"OH CMON! Won't this world just let me confess?!", she irritatingly said to herself. She stayed quiet on her seat after while she's waiting for you to come back here.

Behind her, you picked up the phone to answer the call.

"Hello? Y/N's Doughnut Shop at your service. How can I help you?", you said to the phone, giving a message to the caller behind it.

On the other side, a woman is seen standing inside a red payphone booth just beside the street. She was holding the phone with both of her hands as she leaned it very close to her ear, waiting eagerly for your response and now after she heard the voice she was waiting so damn long to hear again, she didn't hesistate to speak already.

"Y/N is that you?"

You heard from the caller. As you recognized the voice which is feminine, it made your eyes stare deeply at a direction as you stood there frozen while having your expression, emotion and mood all at once dropped.

Your head starts to lower down too along with your hand that is holding the phone tightly which is slowly going away from your ear.

It's me Tzu-", before she was about to finish her words, you cutted off the call, ending it as you placed the phone back aggresively into its place.

The woman behind the call noticed what you did, and all she can do was to slowly frown.

Until the tears forming around her eyes starts to flow down, leaning her back at the glass wall of the payphone stand while placing her hands at her aching chest as she realized how things turned out for her and how bad the consequences she got after she did something that she didn't even wanted to do in the first place.

Meanwhile, you heaved out a huge sigh as you feel suffocated again due to your heart feeling like its being squeezed so tight. All those worst memories came from your worst relationship out of 4 girlfriends you had are all coming back to you simultaneously.

You then quickly walked outside to breathe some fresh air first. Chaeyoung noticed that you look like you don't feel well based on your face as she watched you walk out so she followed you to the outside to check on you.

As she exits, her thoughts went correct when she saw sitting in front of the plant's barricade, covering your face with your hands. Chaeyoung went closer to you and the sounds of crying are the first ones she noticed that made her worried much about you.

" Hey, Y/N. What happened? Wh- why are you crying?", Chaeyoung asked you, holding your arm and placing her other hand at your back as she kneels beside you.

I'm getting worried about you, what happened? You ain't like this when I entered the shop."

" Why did she come back... just out of nowhere... to the point that I'm already living my life to my happiest level so far.", you started to speak but your pronounciation and voice is messy and rough because of how your crying is affecting you much. Still, Chaeyoung can adjust her to understand you.

"And then here she is who just returned when I don't even need her presence anymore now I know she fucking left because she cheated on me.", at that last words, you even cried more, making the sobs go louder. Chaeyoung can't stand seeing you like this, so she increased her comfort more by placing your head at the crook of her neck yet at the same time she's hugging you.

Chaeyoung finally understands the point you are telling at after she heard the word "cheating" and that made her remind of the only woman she knew that is responsible for causing you to react like this even if it happened a year ago.

"Why does she want to me this time? To fucking break my heart again? Beg for me to forgive her after what she did to me? Why didn't she came back at those times when I was waiting for her.", you said between your sobs. Chaeyoung is just rocking you like a baby by swaying her body very slowly.

"It's okay, Calm down, Y/N. Shhhh.", Chaeyoung said in a very low tone. "Is it Tzuyu who called?", that name made you completely shut up because not just voice but her name can make your mood destroyed easily.

" It's yes, right?", Chaeyoung confirmed it as she took your silence as your answer to her question. "I just saw you dropped the phone like it's less than 20 seconds."

"I did it because I don't want even to hear her voice!", you started to raise your voice in anger. "THAT'S HOW I HATE HER SO MUCH. AND I CAN'T FORGIVE HER FOR HOW MUCH SHE DAMAGED ME AT THAT NIGHT WHEN I LEARNED HER DARKEST TRUTH.", Chaeyoung is just flinching at her aggressive and furious your tone is.

" Listen, Y/N. I know you hate her so much but think about this, the more you will ignore her the more she will try to get near to you.", Chaeyoung said to you.

"You don't have any more choice but to face her again, not run away with it. End this nightmare that has been roaming in your past for a year now."

"Also, I'm not siding with her but... we don't know if her purpose on trying to connect to you is either good or bad, and that's for you to find out why does she want to talk to you.", at this part you stopped crying but the sniffs can still clearly be heard.

"You haven't heard of her side, aren't you?", Chaeyoung asked you, lowering her head even more to look at your face.

"Why would I need to be? Isn't being a cheater still needs to explain what she did even if its too obvious?"

"No but remember that time when Shuhua told you that she only learned that Tzuyu has a new boyfriend in States, she doesn't know how or why did it happened?",

"The weird part is that she went there with her parents too. Y/N, you still need to let her explain if she meant to do it.", you went speechless as Chaeyoung made you remember that time when you shared to her that story. She has a point, you thought. Unable to speak, you just let Chaeyoung continue instead.

"You want to know what happened right? This is it. Make this as the opportunity to solve the long mystery that has been running in your life till this day, Y/N.", you are just staring on the concrete floor as you're trying to decide now in your head whether you will give Tzuyu a chance to explain her side or you don't need it anymore.

But... due to Chaeyoung's opinion and what she's telling you which actually makes sense, that lured you more to that one option that fits as the solution for this unsolved problem you're having once again.

"Take some time to think about it, Y/N. I'm not for-"

"Fine, I'll do it.", you said your decision to her. It may be hard for you to do but just like what your friend here said, she's right: this is the only way.

You didn't realized that after all, you still cared for this and you're still willing to figure out everything what happened despite having it being hidden by your other memories you had that are much worthy to think and remember of.

"You sure, Y/N?", Chaeyoung asked you. She is actually surprised that she convinced you to do what's need to be done right.

"Yeah I am.", you removed your head on Chae's neck, going back on sitting properly as you took your scarf to wipe the tears that ruined your face.

"You're right. I need an answer to this question that is been stacked away by the better memories I had after that one night.", you said.

"I need to talk to her. It needs to be done. It's time to end this once and for all.", you said as you slowly nod. Chaeyoung was glad that she convinced you to analyze things first before just letting your emotions hit you completely in an instant that will only lead into nothing.

You and Tzuyu became her friends and all she could say to the two of you is that she hopes that this will all end well for you and Tzuyu.

She doesn't care if she failed to do her plan today. Having the pleasure to help you once again through your dark times in enough for her to feel relieved that she made you calm down and be fine again.

---------------------------- (THE NEXT DAY, FRIDAY MORNING AT <company building name in Korea>)

After you removed yourself from the car, you carried the boxes full of doughnuts with you.

As you enter the building, you went to the receptionist to say your concern first before continuing the explore the area.

"I'm here to deliver this to Miss Kang Seulgi. She's my cousin actually.", you said, then you showed to her the boxes you're carrying with.

"Sure sir you may go. She's at the 9th floor.", the receptionist said after looking at the monitor, giving you the fully move around here inside you cousin's workplace.

"Thank you.", after that, you started to take the elevators to get immediately on her location.

The elevator stopped and it opens, presenting to you Floor nunber 9. You started to look everywhere until someone approached you.

"Good morning, Y/N!", your cousin Seulgi who is wearing a nice formal office attire greeted you.

"Morning.", you simply greeted her with a weak smile. Your energy is not that high today because of yesterday evening. You still can't move on from the fact that the woman you hate has now making her return once again and she wants to interact with you.

"Here's your doughnuts.", you gave her the boxes. Suddenly, another one has appeared from your cousin's back.

"Hi Y/N.", Jeongyeon greeted you with her adorable smile, waving her hand at you. You observed that something is different with her today which made your eyes stick at her for more seconds.

"H-hello Jeong. How are you guys so far by the way?"

"Diving to a lots of paperworks.", then she pointed to her desk which yeah, shows how many papers she needs to work at. Jeongyeon nodded in agreement and you just gritted your teeth, feeling bad for your cousin.

"Busy huh? Well I can relate.", you said which is true. Earlier you just opened the shop and you did some general cleaning and worked with some new stocks of ingredients already with Bang Chan, Hyunjin and your other male employees.

"Still, don't forget to rest, okay? We still all need it."

"This is our rest now Y/N. Don't worry.", Jeongyeon assured you with her smile telling you that everything is fine for them.

"Well that's good to hear that I contributed to it howsoever.", you said it a bit proudly that made the edge of your lips curve upwards, crossing both of your arms infront of your chest.

"So how are you too?", Jeongyeon asked you, placing her hands behind her back as she's twisting her body back and forth.

"Fine, I guess.", you let out a forced smile. Seriously, you really wanted it to be real and sincere but you seriously can't just forget and move on immediately on what happened yesterday.

Funny how that's what you experienced too just like when she left you out of nowhere.

"Why aren't you sure?", Jeongyeon frowned, getting curious why is your mood not clear to you today. Fortunately, you avoided her question when you noticed that your cousin just ate her first doughnut in just 3 bites and then she's going already for another.

"Hey, easy couz sheesh.", you wheezed. "I can see you're craving huh.", you said to said while smirking.

"He's avoiding my question.", Jeongyeon mentally said to herself. You thought she won't notice it but you must've forgotten what is one of her important characteristics that is connected on being a caring person like she is.

"You know me when it comes to sweets, always my first pick would be yours", Seulgi said as she took her first bite of the second doughnut she grabbed." And I'm stressed too so I need some sugar."

" I'll just go grab some softdrinks at the vending machine.", Jeongyeon excused herself when her friend spoke about sweets.

"Oh, I'll go with you. Me want some too.", Jeongyeon just nodded and the two of you walked together onto the hallway, leaving Seulgi dominating your baked goods.

"Noticed that you tried some new haircolor huh.", you finally mentioned to her the one thing that catched your eyes when she appeared from your sight. Her short hair is now colored baby blue changed from her previous blonde. "When did you changed it?", you asked then you grabbed some strands of her hair and carefully slid it down on your hands.

"J-just last week.", Jeongyeon embarassingly answered.

"Uh huh really?", you nodded while pouting, it seemed interesting to you. "Wow, it suits you. You're still beautiful in it.", you gave a smile before you returned your vision back to forward. That was a good thing because Jeongyeon is blushing hard and she doesn't want you to see it because she will just get even more shy with you.

"Really? I was planning it change it again next week.", Jeongyeon asked in awe.

"What? No, hey. Don't.", you looked at her in surprise, furrowing your eyebrows while shaking your head. "Believe me, I actually think that this makes you look more adorable and bubbly. I would love for you to keep it, but still it's up to you okay?", you said to her.

"Hehe, well fine, i'll keep this, for you. Thanks Y/N.", Jeongyeon nodded as she gave you with an assuring smile. You two just stopped in front of the vending machine now and before you were about to pull your wallet out from your pocket, Jeongyeon asked you one thing.

"You have a problem, don't you?", you side-eyed her without rotating your head because her question made you halt from your movements.

"Huh me?", you acted dumb instead.

"You seem a bit off today. I know your face that well so I can even tell if you're feeling okay or not.", Jeongyeon said to you. Well that aren't a shocker to her because she can't miss a day without seeing your face, whether it is personally or just through her spcial media where she is actually secretly stalking you, scrolling for your images. She memorized your expression already because of how many times she look at your face.

"Are you sick?"

"No.", you said. "So you've been studying my face huh?", you teased her, still trying to slip out of this situation and try to distract her to focus on another one instead.

"H-huh? Oh y-yeah, but it's not what you think Y/N, okay?", Jeongyeon stuttered, startled at your response. She really thought that she got caught in the act. "I'm just always that observative when it comes to people's expressions.", she said while taking out some coins from her wallet.

"I admit I have a bad night yesterday.", you huffed some air, it was so warm at it just matches how you feel inside. She was about to say something but knowing that she will get concerned after, you stopped her to convince her. "But don't worry, It'll not last longer. It'll all be gone in a snap.", you said as you literally reenacted what you said by snapping your fingers exactly.

You started to push the coin onto the vending machine. While waiting, you took a bite on your own doughnut, finally making it into a half piece.

"Was that flavor in the box too?", Jeongyeon asked as she watches you eat.

"This? Sorry, but I didn't included it there.", you gave her an apologetic look. "Want to taste it? Maybe you'll be dying hard to order this to me next time.", you offered her your doughnut as you leaned it closer to her.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Well I won't let you have a bite if I'm not.", you shrugged. Jeongyeon can't reject it because it's your own wills anyways so she accepted it as she pushed her head closer to reach the doughnut with her mouth. She finally took some small chunk of it to eat.

"How is it?", you waited for her reaction. Her jaw is still moving but her eyes can be seen moving upwards to wonder how it tastes like for her.

"It's great! I love the balanced sweetness of the chocolate and coffee.", Jeongyeon nodded as she made a clicking sound from her tongue to taste the last remaining sweetness on her taste buds.

"Told you.", you smiled in appreciation. Your canned softdrink finally dropped but before you grabbed it, you noticed something in her lips.

"Wait, stay still.", you started to take out your scarf and you wiped some chocolate bread crumbs around the edge of her lips. Jeongyeon was just stunned as her senses of feeling your touch on her plump lips is the only thing that is properly working. She just watched you in shock.

"There you go. Oh I got my drink now, see you again Jeong!", you grabbed your Coca-Cola canned softdrink and you waved your hands in farewell to her.

"B-bye.", that's the only thing she said while looking like a statue. She just watched you start to disappear from her sight as you took your turn to the elevator.

You left her slowly raising her hand, touching the spot on her lips where you wiped it. She just blushed after at that action.

After you went out to Jeongyeon and Seulgi's workplace and entered your car, you looked up to your phone to take a look at your news feed of your social media account to receive some updates.

A post from a page belonging to a place you are very familiar with caught your eyes and that made you smirk as you had an idea showed up in your mind. With that, you start to activate your car's engine to drive at your next destination.

---------------------- (40 MINUTES LATER)

You are standing behind from the crowd as you watch this familiar woman perform to entertain her fans and other people around here today in the campus.

As her show ended, she gave a one last final message to everyone, thanking the personnels of the campus to allowing her here to perform as a part of her promotion for her solo debut mini- album.

The place that helped her get closer on achieving this goal she has on her hands now.

As she walked to the backstage, you pulled out your phone as you went near to the entrance of the backstage. You saw the bodyguards guarding it. Not wanting to break in, you chatted Nayeon to your messaging app to signal your appearance here.

She received it and then she showed up, telling the bodyguards to let you in. There, she met you and her astounded expression can be seen as she looked at you.

"Y/N? W-what are you doing here?", she asked you curiously.

" Nothing, just wanna surprise you.", you spreaded your arms. You looked around at the surroundings. It really looked like a mini concert was held here today. "Wow, I didn't thought you'll perform here. You really did great on your debut. "

" Hehe thanks, Y/N. ", she shyly shared her remark, her bunny cheeks are growing larger due to her grin.

"This must've really meaningful to you. Knowing that you won't be having this dream job if it wasn't for this place and now you're performing here, showing to everyone that you did it.", Nayeon nodded in agreement to you because what yoy're saying is exactly right, making her feel very touched once again at thie opportunity. "Sometimes we really just can't forget where we all started."

"You're right, and it feels good to see my former teachers and students here acknowledging me as the gem of this school.", she pointed backwards using her thumb, referring to the people outside. "One of the things I remember here I was like... thinking that these will just stay in my mind.",

"And now, with the hardwork you did, you managed to turn it into reality.", you patted her shoulder which made her smile. "Speaking of former teachers, wait, is that Mrs. Song?", you asked when you saw the teacher who is very familiar to you walking outside, about to head somewhere.

"Yeah she is. Cmon let's call her!", she pulled your arm as she made you join her chasing Mrs. Song. " Maam!!! ", she called the tracher, her cute little voice successfully attracted the teacher's attention as she stopped on her steps. She turned her body around, the two of you appeared on her sight.

"Hello maam, remember me?", you waved your hand at her.

"Nayeon? Omg is that you Y/N?", she gasped, slowly walking towards to you as she grabbed both of your wrists, tracing you with her look. "Oh how could I forget my two former smart students.", then the two of you shared a heartwarming hug, expressing how you missed each other. Nayeon joined too, turning it into a group hug. "Long time no see, kids."

" You still haven't changed a day, maam. ", you praised your former adviser, making Nayeon grin, showing her precious bunny teeth as she agrees too.

"Aish well that's why my husband married me again.", she joked, flipping her hair to the side, making the two of you laugh. "Just kidding, it's not the looks that he only loved in me.", she waved it off.

"Anyways how are you doing Y/N? Wow you look really mature now, even became more handsome.", she ruffled your hair, making it messy but you don't mind. "I haven't heard any news from you since you graduated here in the campus until few days ago. Isn't that true that you're the owner of this famous doughnut there in Downtown Seoul who's the talk of the town these days?", she asked you inspectingly.

"Doing fine these days, maam. And yes, you heard it right."

"Daebak! Well then, don't be shocked if you'll see me again next time at your shop. I wanna try it.", she swiped her finger, anticipatingly waiting to see your place today.

" You're welcome to visit, maam."

"And you Nayeon, how's Y/N as your boyfriend?"

The two of you went frozen in your position after both of you heard that unexpected question coming from your beloved former teacher.

You remembered before that Mrs. Song was the first one who learned about you and Nayeon's past relationship before it became a hot topic to your section and to the whole class level, revealing that the president and vice president of the Student Council are now a couple.

Nayeon just noticed too that she's been clinging onto your arms since you two catched Mrs. Song. Feeling embarassed about it, she slowly untangled her arms around you as you noticed it. Both of you felt sad and a bit awkward as Mrs. Song successfully reminded you two's past relationship with each other.

"You must be so supportive for her, aren't you Y/N? Knowing that your girlfriend here is now a-"

"Uhm maam... we... we broke up. It's turning 2 years now actually.", you nervously said it to her. Nayeon just felt her heart cracked after she heard you that harsh fact she still can't move on till this day.

"Awww... why? Did you two however tried to fight for it?", Mrs. Song went frown completely, feeling dismayed at the bad news. "That was sad. Sorry to hear that. I was really rooting on you two on being a couple.", that right there is the words you can't avoid because even you, you are also proud before of having Nayeon as your lover too. It just makes you really sad that even the person who is shipping and supporting you two the most was hurt by this painful information. Nayeon on the other hand, she just wants to cry as all those memories she had with you until that bitter ending starts to flash again in her mind.

"You two just... match together for me, you know? I even wanted to attend your wedding one day, but sadly... it won't happen.", you just closed your eyes in pain and you absorbed all of Mrs. Song's words with all your heart. Nayeon was still trying to control herself.

"Oh, they need me now in the office. I'll leave you two now, okay? It's been a great thing seeing you two again!", Mrs. Song bid her goodbye to the two of you as she heard her co-teacher calling for her.

"Bye maam." " Be safe!"

Mrs. Song finally walked away, leaving you two in silence as the words she said just few minutes ago keeps on repeating again and again in each other's head.

"Nayeon, hey are you okay? You've been staring afar while Mrs. Song was talking.", you asked her when you noticed that Nayeon looks out of herself, deep in her thoughts.

"Hmm yeah yeah. I'm good.", she responded after humming.

"I can't help but to be feel guilty again. Knowing that I caused what happened to us. It makes me feel bad for myself for letting ouselves to broke up.", her lips twitched and then she started to crash on your body, hugging you tightly as wanted your embrace to lean on. You just carefully comforted her by trapping her between your arms, caressing her back. "If I should've just let you talk, Y/N. If I should have..."

"Let's stop it, Nayeon. What's done is done. Even if we wanted to turn back the time and fix it we can't. And you know I feel the same too, right? You're not the only one whose at fault here. So don't take all the blame, in fact I even feel much worse to myself for not being cautious during our time.", you said to her in a low tone, wanting to express her that she shouldn't look low at herself that much for what happened before.

You loved Nayeon, yes and heck you can't help but to feel pity for this woman because still after all these you still care for her. Always will be.

First, it was Tzuyu that made you feel horrible last night, then right now it's Nayeon. You wondered if something worse is about to come next too but ofcourse you don't want it and wished it won't happen. All you want is peace that's why you decided to confront Tzuyu to end this bad blood you have for her.

"If only we could begin again?", Nayeon just said right out of the bubble.

"What do you mean?", you looked at her, but not directly to her face because she laid it at the top of your shoulder so only you can see is nothing but her long straight brown hair. Her eyes went bigger when she just realized what she said.

"N-never mind. Forget that... sorry I just got pushed away by the moment.", she released herself from your arms, wiping her tears of her face. You helped her to clean it off faster. She really looks beaitiful still even if she cries.

"It's understandable.", you assured her. "Wow, it brings back so many good memories being in here.", you looked around to your surroundings, having a glimpse around the towering structures of the campus along with it's eco-friendly environment thanks to many trees and plants located around here.

"Yeah. Good thing all we have here is just nothing but happiness.", she exhaled deeply." From the first time we met until... the first time we both... f-fell in love.", she looked at you with those longing eyes. Oh if she could just make you do it all again to start a new beginning, she would do it in no time. Sadly, you're already taken so she is unable to have that opportunity.

"Yet I ruined the vibe when I couldn't control my emotions anymore with what Mrs. Song said."

"Don't drown yourself thinking about that, okay? I was hurt too but hey,what matters now is everything is fine between us. Let's focus on the present, hmm.", you patted her shoulder. Nayeon just nodded at you.

After that, both of you heard the voice Nayeon's manager looking for her. Nayeon got alarmed and then she starts to say her excuse to you. "I guess we need to leave now.", she caressed her arm.

"Oh yeah, jeez time's running fast, I gotta go now too, Nay.", you took out the keys of your car from your pocket and spin the keychain around your finger. "Gotta lead the shop before I take Ryujin out for a date tonight. Congrats again to you.", you pulled her into a hug for the second time as she felt how supportive you are for her which warms her heart in an instant but it was mixed too with sadness when she mentioned your sweet time you're gonna have with your current lover.

"Oh... sure. H-have fun on your date. Goodbye Y/N.", before she breaks each other's hug, she leaned closer to your face and did the unthinkable.

She kissed you on the cheeks. It replayed all the times she always does that to you whenever she feels weak and tired. You're her source of energy before, just connected herself to you as her battery... she will once again be full active just because of you.

You just smiled thinking about it. It felt good as she did it for old times sake. But ofcourse, you didn't felt any different for Nayeon because you're completely move on now and still your love is still set on your curreng girlfriend , Ryujin.

She ran away fast back at the backstage, leaving you completely stunned and unmoved in your place.

What did she just do to you?

"I'm so stupid.", Nayeon whispered to herself before she was about to approach her manager. Deep inside, she liked it that she got a slick move to you.

After you closed the door of your car, you heard your phone rang with the notification bell sound. You take a quick look at it, revealing Mina's new message to you that made you excited after you done reading it.

Mina: "Hey, Y/N. About your offer for some baking tutorial, I accept. One favor, please take it easy for me hehe."

Y/N: "You have my word, Mina. Let's start at weekend if it's alright to you."

Mina: "I'm free at Saturday. See you!" Then you turned off your phone as you placed it right next on your seat as you started to turn on the engine of your car.

Meanwhile, Mina is in her house, smiling at your message that she just received. She got confident that she will definitely gonna have fun with you Saturday because she will spend her free time being alone with you.

----------------- (HOURS LATER, FRIDAY EVENING AT A RESTAURANT>

You just arrived at a fancy restaurant, with the guard opening the door for you. You thanked him, inhaling deeply the air that surrounds the place inaide as you feel a bit tense of the moment you're gonna have today.

You are catching up with your girlfriend by having her on a romantic date.

While carrying the bouquet full of white cosmos flowers and a box of chocolates, you went ahead of the front desk to meet the receptionist and tell her your concern.

"Hello and good evening sir welcome to < name of a fancy restaurant in South Korea you know>, how can I help you?", the receptionist greeted you kindly with a large smile on her face.

"Hello, uhh reservation for L/N Y/N Table for two.", you said to her. She called for a waiter to assist you to your spot.

"This way sir.", the female waiter guided you. You ended up standing in this large circular table with two seats facing at each other. The receptionust removed the "reserved" sign on top of it.

You thanked her and she wished you a nice evening which she actually refers to the date you're gonna have.

You started to wait for Ryujin so all you did was to glance at the other customers who are eating, chat your girlfriend how is she doing and her update so far on the way here, play with some games, tapping your feet below the table and ordering some water to quench your thirst.

Your waiting length turned from 10 minutes, to 30 minutes up to 50 minutes until it reached to almost an hour yet Ryujin is still not coming to the restaurant. You noticed it ofcourse, so you keep flooding her with messages but her only response so far is "I'm otw."

"Here's your water, sir.", the waiter served you a glass of water. "Uhm, sir can I ask? Is that someone you're waiting still coming?", you looked at him, slowly turning and raising your head at your side.

"This is already my 8th time serving you water sir. You still haven't ordered anything else.", the waiter worriedly said to you. He definitely needs to be like that because in fact, you feel like you're full already at drinking too much water and at any time you can head to the restroom to let it all out.

" She's coming. Maybe she got stuck in traffic.", you said, assuring him that you're still fine and coming up an excuse for him to stop.

"Alright sir, just call me if there's anything you need.", the waiter then bowed and noddded before leaving you alone again in your table for the 8th time too.

You just noticed on your phone that the time of your waiting here inside the resturant has just reached 1 hour long. Right at the exact moment, you saw a new message notification. Too bad it's not from your girlfriend but instead it's from your friend Chaeyoung.

Chaeyoung: "Y/N, you said you have a date right?" ,

Y/N: "Yeah"

Chaeyoung: "So you're alone there today?" . You furrowed your eyebrow as you asked yourself how does she know what is your situation right now. You even looked outside from the windows to see if Chaeyoung is standing from afar watching you but to no avail.

Y/N: "How did you know? Are you here?"

Chaeyoung: "You might need to see this. I'm walking with my friend Somi here when this happened." You got curious what is she talking about but at the same time you didn't know why it made you feel nervous.

She sent a photo after. It was a bit blurry but if you take a closer look by zooming in at it, you can see it's content even better.

And oh you just wished you never saw that photo Chaeyoung sent you.

Chaeyoung: "Y/N, do you know about this? She looks like she's with her workmate."

What you just saw in the photo was Ryujin with someone else in front of the building she works at.

Yes, Chaeyoung's right. She's with her workmate. In fact, you remembered her name when she introduced herself to you.

"I'm Yeji. Hwang Yeji. Ryujin's workmate."

What you don't understand is why did she do this to you that you just want to deny all the negatives you're thinking right now when you saw what they're doing.

But no, you're just gonna fool yourself.

Ryujin and Yeji were kissing.

On the lips.

If they are close friends, they could just hug it out then, you thought.

But their kiss, it's like they're feeling it. They're even cupping each other's side of their head.

Which leaves you to the only one thing this means to you.

The fear you had before which you prayed it'll never happen again to you.

But it looks like God didn't heard your prayer.

Your heart cracked, feeling devastated at what Ryujin just did to you behind your back, out of your sight, away from your side.

She cheated on you.

What's worse is that she lied to you. Her loving and assuring words she gave to you when you visited her in her house.

And the fact that she didn't tell you that she's bisexual. You didn't know about it, so that was a shocker to you. You just can't believe she hid this from you. You could've accepted and respected her by talking this out with each other, but not this way of revealing her secret.

You turned off your phone as you put it back on your pocket. You slowly stood up from your seat, grabbing the bouquet of white cosmos flower and the box of chocolates meant for the love of your life that you didn't know she was just like the one before her.

You left the restaurant, still out of yourself as you were completely lost within your thoughts and revelation you all absorbed. You're numb. That's it. You can't feel anything around you, only the pain, agony and torment that is cursing inside your body and attacking your blood are the only things you can feel right now.

You didn't even realized that the rainfall just crashed on the ground and the raindrops bathing you, making you completely wet from head to toe, including the things you're bringing with and even your outfit.

You didn't care that you'll embarass yourself to anyone, you just continued walking, not knowing that your tears are also syncing from the speed of the rain falling through you.

Meanwhile, a car is seen rolling in the road who just took a turn behind you. Little did you know that one of the person who is riding in it is someone you're very close with.

"Oppa can you please stop. Stop!", Jihyo shouted in command at her personal driver when she recognized you who is walking in the street in the middle of a bad weather.

"What? Where are you going Jihyo?" , her manager very confusedly asked her artist.

"I know that guy on the road. I'm going out.", then she took out her umbrella from her bag and she starts to raise herslef up from her seat as the driver finally stopped the van.

" But it's raining Jihyo?!"

"That's my friend right there and he needs help!", Jihyo bursted out at her manager who just flinched at how loud Jihyo's mad voice is. She just retreats and felt sorry instead because she understands now why Jihyo is acting like this.

Jihyo just gave an apologetic look for her actions after and the manager jyst telephatically accepted it then. She opened the door, and Jihyo is out of the van as she walked fast to approach you who is now out of yourself.

"Y/N? Y/N hey wh-what happened?", she asked you, cupping your cheeks. "What's with these flowers and choc-", then she noticed when her eyes landed on yours, it looks really terrible and tells exactly the story leading up to you looking like this to her.

Now that she got it, you kneel down in front of her as you started to sob heavily, grasping her dress as you leaned your head in her thigh. Jihyo kneeled down too, not caring if she got wet too. What's important to her right now is that you need help right now.

It's crazy to think that both of you just got a deja vu because she was also the one who helped you when you first experienced being "cheated" by your girlfriend which was Tzuyu at that time. Now you're having the same scenario again that both of you already seen before... with her once again being as your savior.

She then let you hug her, making your wet clothes contact into hers, making herself wet too. She placed your head on her shoulder as she rubbed your back fast and stroked your wet messy hair too.

"Shhh... it's okay. You have me now. I'm here, Y/N. I'm here.", her last words she said to you before both of you went silent, as the sounds of your agony and the rainfall are the only things both of you can hear tonight.

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satendou · 4 years ago

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⟼ roundabout

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⇢ pairing: osamu/reader

⇢ au: aged up!au

⇢ summary: osamu leaves you and learns the hard way how much you meant to him

⇥ masterlist

⇢ warnings: angst, breakups, cheating

⇢ word count: 5794

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⇢ a/n: :)

“You’re telling me,” you said, leaning back against the counter as you stared at Osamu, “that you’re breaking up with me so you can get back with your ex? That’s the gist of this right?”

He looked off to the side, crossing his arms in front of him before nodding. Coward.

From the outside, anyone would think this was just another casual conversation. Dinner simmered on the stove beside you, the smell soured in the wake of his words.

“Look, ’m sorry. I didn’t mean--” he started, still inspecting the floor as if he were expecting it to offer support as he broke your heart, but you snorted, stopping him.

“You know, I don’t really think I wanna hear this. I mean, you didn’t mean to hurt me? Is that it? Miya, you can’t break up with someone for your fucking ex and expect it not to hurt,” you said, and the amusement in your voice shook him.

His usually lazy brown eyes were wide as he watched you turn your back to him, stirring the food before it burnt. You weren’t reacting the way he had thought you would, but then he supposed he hadn’t known what to expect when he came in planning to break up with you. He was ashamed to admit a part of him had hoped for tears, with you begging him to stay. Annoying him would have made it made it so much easier to walk out the door.

But your quiet acceptance was a blow he hadn’t prepared for, and it made him feel even scummier for doing it to you.

And he deserved that.

“You can get your stuff out, if you’re ready,” you said, turning the burner off. Covering it with a lid, you moved the pan off the coils and pulled out your phone, checking the time. Your best friend should have been home by then, and you texted her to tell her that you would be coming by. “I’ll leave for a while. I don’t wanna see you when I get home, so make sure you’re gone.”

The tightness in your chest increased as you slid your shoes on. It had only been thirty minutes since you got home and now you were leaving again. You refused to cry in front of him-- he didn’t deserve that from you.

There was a petty voice inside of him, itching to pick a fight as you gathered up your wallet and keys, hand on the doorknob before turning back to him. His chest felt like it was on fire, hands balled into fists at his side as he stood in the living room watching you. The way you acted so callously made him wonder if you even cared.

“You can leave your key on the table,” you said, gesturing vaguely towards the coffee table.

And then you were turning the doorknob and Osamu took a step forward, heart hammering as a question tumbled out of his mouth. It wasn’t a fair question and it was selfish, he knew that, but your coldness was killing him and he had to know.

“You don’t seem to care, _____. Did you even love me?”

Your laugh was cold and empty and the tears stung your eyes against your will, and when you turned back to look at him he finally saw the agony in your eyes.

“Of course I did. Did you?”

And just like that the door closed on him, on you, and on your relationship.

You hadn’t heard from him since that, so why was his name lighting up the notifications on your phone? You pondered that question as you stirred your coffee, trying to ignore the sting of hope in your chest as you read his text. It was...strange, like he was dancing around something under the pretense of being polite.

‘Hey, I know you probably don’t wanna hear from me but Atsumu mentioned you got that promotion at work, so I just wanted to congratulate you. I know how hard you worked for it.’

It was stiff and polite, all proper grammar and punctuation, so unlike how he usually was-- or rather-- how he used to text you. You quirked a brow, wondering what he would care for anyway.

Screenshotting it, you sent it to Atsumu and to your best friend, both with a thinking emoji.

Atsumu responded with a shrug, but you knew he knew more than he was letting on. He was clearly trying to keep something from you, but you ignored the urge to pester him about it. You were still trying to heal from the breakup and getting involved in Osamu’s business would do nothing to help.

Miyu, on the other hand, sent several unfriendly emojis and a particularly violent meme, asking what the hell his problem was, and you smiled. Turning back to the window, you set your phone down on the table and sipped your drink, enjoying the cloudless summer day.

Osamu looked at his phone for the umpteenth time as he sat across from Kana, who was buried in her own phone while she giggled, before locking it and setting it down on the table. He turned to watch the people bustle up and down the street, trying to ignore the dashed hope sitting like a rock in his gut.

The next text came a few days later while you were lounging in the tub, waiting for Miyu and your other friend Hanaka to show up for a girl’s night. They had been a source of immeasurable comfort over the last few months and you were beyond grateful.

Your phone dinged and you picked it up, expecting to see an arrival text, but once again Osamu’s name flashed, causing you to frown.

It was an apology text this time, for his previous text, and you opened it to read it in full.

‘Hey, I’m sorry about the other day. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to message you. I’m the last person you want to hear from, and I know that, but you deserved that promotion. I hope you have a good night.’

Same stiff and formal text, and you pursed your lips before locking it again. You really should have just blocked his number but, even as your finger hovered over the button, you couldn’t bring yourself too. The irrational part of your brain liked that he was still thinking about you and the petty part just liked leaving him on read.

Later, when you were out of the tub and Hana was in the middle of painting your toenails, you brought it up, showing them the message.

“Trouble in paradise?” Hanaka snickered, carefully laying a french tip across your toe.

Miyu, on the other hand, snorted, glaring at the text on your screen. “Serves him right. We all knew Kana was a terrible person. I bet she’s cheating on him now and that’s why he’s texting you again.”

That thought made you frown, and Hana spoke up as she set your foot down on the floor again. “It isn’t your fault, _____. He made his decision, he has to live with it. I guess you should just consider yourself lucky that he broke it off with you before he did anything with her. I’ll give him credit for that.”

Miyu blew on her nails, her tone softer as she said, “Yeah, but he’s still an idiot. But I know that look, _____. You should be careful. Is he gonna run back to you and then leave you again the minute Kana begs him to come back?”

You had been hovering over the keyboard in his messages, considering a reply, but her words struck a chord in you and instead you locked your phone, muting it and putting the messages-- and Osamu-- out of your mind for the rest of the night.

Osamu sighed as he watched Kana getting ready to go out. She wandered around the bedroom in a sequined dress and heels, her hair done up and makeup applied, just hunting for her wallet.

She let out a triumphant noise when she located it and turned to look at Osamu, giving him a coy smile. “Bye, ‘Samu. Love you, don’t wait up.”

He hadn’t been invited out that night, and he checked his phone again, discovering a text from Atsumu inviting him to dinner with the Jackals, and he grabbed his jacket with a sigh.

You had left him on read again that night.

At work a few weeks later, you received a text from Atsumu, asking if you had decided if you were going to go to a party they were throwing in celebration of several people getting signed onto the national volleyball team. It was that weekend and you had yet to decide, knowing that Osamu and Kana were going to be there.

Hana peered over your shoulder at the text and hummed. “I...kinda think you should go. You shouldn’t distance yourself from the rest of them because of him. They’re your friends too.”

She was right. Of course she was right. They had been supportive of you after the breakup as well, with Sakusa even texting you-- because Atsumu and Bokuto told him to, of course-- that he didn’t want you to “leave the friend group” because of Osamu.

You sucked your lip between your teeth, nibbling the skin as you thought about it. As if you hadn’t been doing that for days anyway, mulling over the pros and cons of going but never reaching a solid decision. Ultimately, you locked your phone after telling him you would have a decision by the end of the night. It was the best you could do, and Hana returned to her own desk shortly after that.

You were in the middle of eating dinner when you received your third text from Osamu and read it with a mouthful of noodles.

‘You shouldn’t distance yourself from the others because of me. I won’t bother you, so tell Atsumu yes. He’s driving me insane.’

You couldn’t help but snicker at that, knowing Atsumu was still pissed about what happened between the two of you. He had called you not long after Osamu told him what he had done, going on a tirade about how his brother was a piece of trash and he was there if you needed to talk.

He could hear that you had been crying and his heart went out to you, but you had told him you needed to go. It had been a while before you looked at him without flinching or hanging up the phone after only a minute, and you had apologized profusely for it. But he understood-- one of the troubles with being a twin was when one was a bastard, the other got in trouble for it too.

You hadn’t held it against them when they forgave Osamu, though Atsumu assured you it was only after cold-shouldering him for a month to let him know they were not happy. None of them ever liked Kana, and had even thanked you when you seemed to revive Osamu after she left him the first time.

None of them could have guessed he would pull something like that on you, though.

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard before you finally replied with a simple thanks.

Osamu’s phone lit up and he glanced at it, his hands occupied with molding rice balls, and he almost dropped it back into the bowl when he actually saw your name on his phone.

It was only one word, but something in him eased when he saw it.

He smiled as the screen shut off again, then it fell as he remembered he was going to the party with Kana.

The evening of the party, you met up with Hanaka and Yuki outside the club. The team had gone to extremes, renting out a whole club for the party. The music was thumping when you got inside and with the lights down low, you could hardly make out anyone inside.

Yet somehow, Bokuto was still able to pick you out, calling your name loudly over the low beats and pushing his way through the crowd to pick you up in a strong hug. Hana and Miyu smacked his arms as he wrapped them up as well, then you were being led towards the open bar along the wall.

“I’m so glad you came, _____,” Atsumu yelled when he saw you with Bokuto. He was quick to pull you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. You could tell he had already been drinking and he was quick to fix up your favorite drinks, pushing them into your hands. “We’ve really missed you, you know?”

You had to yell to be heard over the music and gave it up after a few minutes, letting him and Bokuto guide you out onto the dancefloor. Pinned between Miyu and Hana, you let yourself get lost in the music and the sway of their bodies against yours. There were more people than you expected there and, when your drink ran out, you had to push your way through the crowd to get to the bar again.

The room was hot, the alcohol coursing through your body only serving to make you warmer. You passed Atsumu, who was wrapped around someone you had never met before. He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

As you made yourself a new drink, you casually looked around the club, taking in the familiar faces that you could actually make out. The flashing lights were wreaking havoc inside of your buzzed brain, everything taking on a fuzzy haze even when you tried to concentrate.

Your heart fell from your chest down into your stomach when you caught sight of Osamu making his way towards the bar.

He was looking over his shoulder at something and froze when he turned back around, locking eyes with you. His lips parted and you could see the surprise evident on his face, his lazy eyes widening a little more as his steps quickened.

Then he stopped. His whole demeanor changed, his eyes darkening as a frown marred his handsome features. You knew him well enough to recognize the guilt etched into his features, his shoulders hunching as he tried to sink in on himself. You gave him a little wave, your heart thumping in your chest.

In the weeks after the breakup, you had locked all the photos of him in a vault app and let Hanaka put the passcode on it to keep you out of it. When she asked why you didn’t just delete them, you expressed a hope that one day you would be able to look back on them without hurting, and you would know then that you were healed. She seemed to understand and her nails tapped the screen of your phone as she input a password.

Not seeing his face and not thinking about him had obviously dulled your memories because the sight of him felt like a punch to the gut.

If you thought he was surprised before, it was nothing compared to how he looked when you actually waved at him. Your heart was pounding, blaming the alcohol on your reaction. If you expected him to take that as permission to approach, you weren’t sure if you were relieved or upset that he didn’t.

He hovered in the space between you, looking between you, the bar, and the crowd. Your anxiety eased the longer it remained between you, relief overwhelming the unwanted hope that bubbled in your stomach. Clearly he meant it when he said he wouldn’t bother you, and you gave him another small wave before disappearing into the crowd with your drink.

He watched you go with a forlorn expression, guilt eating at his insides all over again, but he was happy that you seemed well enough. You had acknowledged him, which was the last thing he had expected after the cold goodbye you left him with that night.

“Osamu,” a voice said from behind him, and he turned to look at Kana behind him. She was stunning as usual, her hand warm on his arm. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head in answer, glancing at where you had disappeared amidst the gyrating bodies. If Kana knew that you were here and that Osamu had seen you, she would get extremely pissy and jealous, which was the last thing he felt like dealing with. On top of that, he knew that Kana would go out of her way to find you. She was spiteful like that, even though you had done nothing to either one of them.

“Nothin’, babe. Just got a little dizzy. I’ll get yer drink, just go back to the table,” he said, pulling his arm from her grasp. If she noticed how cold he was, she said nothing about it as she returned to the group-- of her friends.

None of his friends had joined them and, since you were in the middle of them, he couldn’t either. As much as he wanted to be with them, he would keep his promise to you, keeping out of your way to let you have fun.

With one last glance around, he returned to his table to find Kana and most of the others gone. The ones that were left kept glancing from him to the dancefloor and whispering.

He sighed and picked up the drink, downing it on one long breath before falling back against the booth seat. Staring into his now empty glass, he wondered about all the choices he made up until then.

You woke up the next morning with a wicked hangover, the room still spinning even after several hours of sleep. Rolling over to pick up your phone, you found there were a dozen text messages from the others, the group chat blown up with praise from the party and complaints about their hangovers that morning, but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

There were a series of texts from Osamu and your eyebrows raised higher and higher as you read them, your heart hammering away in your chest.

‘i know i keep texting u nf i don’t jnoq wh y’ ‘u look e d goo tonogjt’ ‘it’s funny’ ‘i thin kksna is cheating on m e’ ‘not that u shuld care right’ ‘atymi thunks im an idipt anf he’s right’

‘i miss you’

The timestamps between the first five and the last one was almost an hour’s difference and you were just starting to process them when another text slid in. It was short, just one word, but it spoke volumes in the emptiness of your bedroom.

‘sorry’

You stared at it for a while longer, just processing everything you were feeling. There was a raging pain where your heart beat, threatening to come out of your chest every time it hit your ribs. You couldn’t think clearly, too many thoughts swirling, making your head throb in time with your heart. What had you done to deserve any of the things that had happened, were still happening to you?

You should’ve just blocked his stupid number because you wouldn’t be dealing with the confusing pain his drunken messages brought. A part of you wanted to believe him-- a part you considered stupid but were unable to ignore. The Osamu you had known, had loved-- still loved, much as you wanted to deny it-- seemed to come out in those texts, and that was a dangerous thing.

Groaning, you rolled over onto your back, reading over the texts again. You were balancing on a tightrope of emotions, dangerously close to giving into the desire to reply.

The typing bubbles showed up again, stopping and starting and stopping again for almost a minute. You held your breath, wondering what he was typing.

‘i’m sorry. i keep messaging you even though i told ya i’d leave ya alone. but i can’t help it. ik what i did was stupid and whta i’m doing now is even dumber but dammit’

You locked your phone even as the bubbles popped up again to roll out of bed, hearing it ping from amidst your blankets as you stumbled towards the bathroom. Your ears were ringing, your head was throbbing, and now your heart was pounding with nerves. You dug through your medicine cabinet for aspirin, listening to your phone go off for a third time.

You couldn’t handle it, whatever he was doing or trying to do, leaving your phone on your bed as you went to the kitchen. Starting up a pot of coffee, you hovered over the sink, sitting somewhere between throwing up and not. You startled yourself when a sob ripped from between your lips.

Sinking down to the floor, you leaned back against the cabinets, wrapping your arms around your knees as you cried. Your tears spilled over your arms and ran down your legs, your nose stuffing up and running. It was several long minutes before you finally quieted, the sound of the coffee pot beeping filling the silence that followed. Your ears were ringing again as the room spun, the nausea from earlier welling up tenfold with the increase in your headache, and you ran to the bathroom.

“Goddammit,” you muttered, your sinuses on fire. After rinsing your mouth out with water, you gulped down a second glass, staring at your disheveled appearance in the mirror. “What should I do?”

You were not about to get in between whatever was going on with Osamu and Kana, but the soft spot you still harbored for him was almost too loud to ignore. Digging your phone out from your sheets, you found 2 more texts from him.

‘i know i don’t deserve your forgiveness. i don’t know what to do’ ‘i don’t know what i want from this but please’

You groaned and unlocked your phone, holding your head in your hands as you stared at the screen. Tears stung your eyes again, your mouth dry as you typed your reply back and then called Hana.

‘I’m sorry, Osamu. I can’t help you.’

You still didn’t block him after that. The part of you that still cared was worried for him and you wanted him to be able to reach you if he actually needed you. After making Hana promise not to tell anyone else what he had said in his texts, you talked it out, explaining the myriad of feelings that were impossible to sort out. She praised you for being strong and not giving into him, remind you he had made the decision to leave you, not the other way around.

You had cried some more before then deleted the thread of messages again, unable to stand the temptation to look at them again. Things were, for lack of a better word, fine after that. You settled back into your post-Osamu routine, trying not to dwell on his pitiful messages or be reminded of him by mundane things. Atsumu didn’t mention anything new happening, so you assumed he was still with Kana.

A month after that fiasco, he hadn’t texted you again. Some nights you laid awake, staring at your ceiling, trying to ignore the hope that he would and the temptation to message him first. Whatever Kana was or wasn’t doing to him or behind his back wasn’t your problem or your concern, and you had to keep telling yourself that as you set your phone down on the nightstand that night.

Rolling over onto your side, you stared out the window through the small gap in the curtains, a small beam of moonlight filtering through and highlighting the empty side of the bed. If you closed your eyes, you could picture Osamu there, scrolling through his phone and laughing before showing you whatever it was. He always smelled so sweet and warm, like the confections he baked at his restaurant and you reached out to touch his pillow. It no longer smelled like him after so many months and a few tears fell, soaking into your own as you recalled how he would look at you. It was always filled with so much softness and warmth before he would pull you in close, resting his chin atop your head.

You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until there was a loud noise from somewhere in the apartment, causing you to jerk up into a sitting position, staring blearily at your door. Your eyes stung from your earlier crying, your skin still sticky from laying on your wet pillow. You rubbed at them while another round of knocking rang through the unit.

Suddenly nervous, you tiptoed down the hall towards your front door, pausing until a voice came amidst another flurry of knocking.

“_____, please, let me in. I--I need ya.”

It was Osamu, and the whole room spun in the dark as you stood staring at the door, unable to process the whole situation. Your pulse was thundering in your ears, your fingers and toes going numb as panic shot through you.

There was more knocking, gentler this time, and then a soft thump.

You stumbled towards the door and swung it open, causing Osamu-- who had apparently let his head fall to the door-- to pitch forward, stumbling into your apartment.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, watching him catch himself from falling. He stood up straight and ran his hands through his hair, eyes wide and frantic in the soft light from the hallway.

“I don’t know. I didn’t know where else to go-- Kana confessed to cheatin’ finally and I left and just-- ended up here,” he said, falling to the couch. You turned on the light and stood there, uncomprehending.

“You could have gone to Atsumu’s or-- or Bokuto’s or-- literally anywhere else,” you said, still standing by the lightswitch.

Osamu groaned, raking his fingers through his hair again before lacing his fingers behind his head. His face was hidden in his arms, knuckles white with tension. “I know, I know but I-- I know it’s fucked up but I wanted to see you.”

The room fell into silence again, punctuated by Osamu’s heavy breathing while you lifted a hand to your mouth, staring first at him then down at your feet.

“Osamu, please, I can’t--” you whispered, and his head snapped up to look at you.

There was agony in his eyes as he tugged at his hair, standing up. You stepped backwards and met the wall as he advanced on you, hands raising as he came to stand in front of you, cupping your face. “I know, I know it isn’t fair. But I need ya to believe how much I missed ya. I made a mistake and I don’t know if I can ever make it up to ya. But you are the best thing that’s ever happened ta me, and I know that now. I should have known before, and ‘m sorry.” Tears were spilling down your cheeks as you stared up at him, lips parted as you sniffled, and he pressed on. “I’ve been thinking about ya everyday for months. Everything Kana did, I compared to you. How she dressed, how she cooked, how she talked, I couldn’t help it--”

“Then why did you leave? Why did you cheat on me with her, if you thought so highly of me?” you whispered. His thumbs rubbed at the tears, wiping them away slower than they were falling. You sounded so confused and hurt, shrinking in on yourself as he crowded you against the wall. He didn’t care if you kicked him out and told him to never bother you again, so long as he never had to see you like that again.

His throat closed up and he just stared, taking you in. Even crying, even hurting because of him, you were beautiful. Every time he thought of you, it was the image of you walking out of the door and his life, eyes cold and devoid of the love you had once looked at him with.

“Because I’m an idiot. I know I am, I knew it the instant I let ya walk out the door. But I was too stupid, too damn prideful ta ask ya to forgive me. And I’m a selfish bastard for asking ya now, but I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya,” he whispered, his hands sliding back into your hair. He tilted your head further back, eyes dipping down to your parted lips, but refrained from the intense urge to kiss you. He couldn’t, not until you said he could. “I’ll work everyday to make ya trust me again, I swear it, _____. I’ll prove to ya I love ya, just-- please*.”

“I--” you whispered, wrapping your hands around his wrists. Did you want to push him away or pull him closer? The two sides warred with each other, causing you to just stand there in confusion as you stared up at him. His rich brown eyes were glittering, and you searched for any sign of dishonesty in them, but all you found were tears. “I don’t know, ‘Samu. What happens if Kana comes back? If she says she wants you again? How can I trust that you won’t do this to me again*?”

He was already shaking his head, black locks flouncing with the movement, his hand tightening on your cheeks. Panic warred with hope in his chest as he moved impossibly closer, pressing his body to yours as he said, “I promise, I promise, I won’t. I’m done with ‘er. I told ya, I’ve not stopped thinkin’ about ya since I left. I thought-- I thought things would change once I settled down with ‘er but-- they didn’t. Even when things were...okay, it was always you. Maybe that’s why she cheated on me, I don’t know. It doesn’ matter ta me anymore, she can do what she wants. All I want is you.”

All your thoughts were swirling and colliding inside your head, overwhelmed by everything he was saying. Osamu was begging for your forgiveness, looking at you with such raw need and hurt that you couldn’t stop hope from blooming in your chest. But you tamped it down, not yet letting it take root. You couldn’t, wouldn’t let yourself fall victim to it yet, not when you were still so unsure.

Reading the indecision in the way you looked away from him, he whispered, “I know it’ll take time, and I’m willin’ to earn ya back, I swear I am. But if ya don’t want to, I’ll understand. I’ll walk out that door right now and never bother you again.”

“You mean it? If I tell you to get out, you’ll go?” you asked, watching the pain flare up in his eyes, washing the hope away. His shoulders slumped and he nodded, his hands slipping free of your hair. The way he backed away from you, looking so lost, caused your heart to thump and you stepped forward, closing the distance again. “Osamu, I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay, please. At least for tonight, I want--”

I want to be wrapped up in your arms tonight, I want you to love me the way you did before, I want you, you thought, finally letting that hope blossom in your heart. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe you would change your mind tomorrow, maybe he would change his mind tomorrow, but right then and there it didn’t matter.

Even if it’s only one last time.

He groaned and dragged you forward, crushing you to his chest and enveloping you in his arms. The familiar smell of confections filled your nose and your legs trembled as he dragged you down the hall to the bedroom while you clung to him, hiding your face in his shirt as your heart raced. If it was a mistake to let him stay, then you were willing to pay the price come the morning, but it felt right as he fell to the bed with you.

He pulled you to his chest, pressing your nose into the column of his throat as he hid his face in your hair. It remained silent between the two of you, the only sound in the room the creaking of the ceiling fan and your quiet breathing as you processed each other’s presence.

“Will you be here in the morning?” you whispered when it grew to be too much. “If-- If she* messages you, are you going to leave?”

Your heart skipped a beat when he pulled away and stared down at you.

He took in your pale face in the faint moonlight, features pinched and drawn, eyes bright with fear. He rolled over onto his back and pulled you forward onto his chest, arm wrapping tight around your waist to keep you there. Into the dark, he whispered, “I know ya won’t believe me right now, but I’ll be here when ya wake up. I’ll go get my stuff from her place and go stay with ‘Tsumu while I figure out how I’m goin’ ta win ya back. I won’t let ya down again, _____.”

You continued to stare through the small gap in the curtains, listening to his heart beat erratically in your ear. You wanted to believe his words, wanted to believe you would wake up in his arms tomorrow morning, and hesitantly let yourself relax. It was a gamble, you knew that, in the same way you knew that if he was gone, you would fall apart all over again.

It was a stupid risk, but as your eyes closed, you let yourself believe in him, just one more time.

He felt your breathing even out and carded his fingers through your hair as he stared up at the ceiling, holding your head to him as his heart filled with hope. He would prove he meant it, he would earn you back, and he would never, ever* put what he had with you at risk again. Rolling back onto his side, you tried to squirm away only to be pulled back into his arms. Unwilling to let you go, he chuckled when you grumbled before curling into him once more

He sighed as his eyes closed, soaking in the warmth and letting the familiar smell of you envelop him as he fell asleep. Tomorrow you might change your mind, so he would hold you close while he could and let himself hope before it was ripped away from him for the final time.

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fallencrowkarma · 3 years ago

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tHAT WAS THE BEST ADD ON EVER, I GOT BIG BRAIN BUT YOU HAVE GIGANTIC BRAIN- I loved the Albedo and Scaramouche actually good friends like YEs!

With that said- I've thought of a few others!

Razor's spelling, grammar and all that is nonexistent- worse than Scaramouche's (I swear Scara does it on purpose-) this mans prolly sends voice messages instead because it's so hard to type- hell the voice messages are hard enough as it is 😭 prolly tries to communicate via emojis

Bennett... aka the only one who probably properly and fully understands what Razor is saying no matter what- most likely a professional translator of Razor talk, and a professional type maker- also a professional at crashing any app he's on. He's probably asking everyone for a charger cuz his end up breaking and stuff

Yae is... idk- another person moderating but also lurking- she lurks and just reacts to messages like you can in messenger and instagram- she's also the one the causes Scara to INSTANTLY go offline- like, you see "Yae Miko is online" and 0.5 seconds later you see "Scaramouche is offline". She probably just likes to subtly annoy Scaramouche by changing his name so he has to change it back- we have a list so far of "Fandango Man" "Unnecessarily Big Hat" "Frisbee" "Psycho" aaannnddd "Angry Cat"

Ei is there.. just there- she's probably trying to turn the chat into some sort of dystopia- or trying to mute whoever she thinks is annoying at that moment. Also probably asking for links to sites that sell lots of candy

Ayaka half lurks and half is active. Since she doesn't have many friends she's reading the chat, wanting to say something but a little nervous

Thoma- Thoma. That's it- (he's probably telling lame but funny jokes, sending mlvine compilations- rip vine 😔)

Yoimiya is talking about fireworks, taking pictures of the fireworks she's making and spamming it in the chat- asking Albedo to show Klee the fireworks she made cuz.. I can see Klee absolutely LOVING fireworks.

Sucrose is usually showing some of her bio alchemy stuff, giving links to different studies and all that good stuff- she's pretty quiet in the chat since she's naturally shy but I think once she knows reader she'll start opening up a lot more

Lisa the other flirt- like.. she reminds you of a MILF, instantly. Like- beg her to make ASMRs pLEASE- her voice is perfection for it!

Venti is drunk like half the time he's online- he's either drunkly sending music links, sending the same links AGAIN after getting sober, OR it says he's online but in reality he's knocked tf out on his bed- but does he ever have a hangover afterwards??? If he does, he's good at hiding it

Noelle is probably cleaning most of the time, but when she DOES have free time, she comes online and talks to the reader! But even then she can't stop stressing about work and all that like plEASE YOU AND JEAN NEED A B R E A K -

Sara is simping over Ei the entire time while also starting to simp for reader at the same time, prove me wrong

Ganyu is there- she's online more than Xiao- she touches grass, absolutely, but she prolly finds time to get online and say hi, way more often than Xiao. Ask her about glaze lillies please

Keching is usually too busy to get on, but the off chance she have the time or is able to multitask, she'll say hi. She's one of the other more competent people. She has pretty good grammar and spelling so when she makes a typo she's like apologizing and hella embarrassed

Ningguang, Jean part 2 electric boogaloo- except less stressed? She has a proper texting style, I wouldn't doubt. Probably trying to get Beidou to behave but... Beidou says fucc u-

Beidou, the rum queen- she's probably repeatedly sending links to the Wellerman song and "yar har fiddle dee dee", I refuse to be wrong- I can see her probably sending different versions of the Wellerman song too

Kazuha- mans talking in poems as always, even over text. How does he do it? We shall never know- but he also likes music- I could see him (along with Xinyan and Barbara) being into the Vocaloid genre (if you dunno what vocaloid is, vocaloid is a vocal synth- people make songs or covers and post it to places like YouTube, niconicodouga, and bilibili) he's more into the lullaby, soft type of vocaloid songs

Returning to Xinyan and Barbara for a sec- Xinyan is absolutely into the more wild vocaloid songs- like she prolly listens to people like Masa, Deino, UTSU-P, and Pinocchio-P, as well as Wowaka. Barbara most likely listens to the up beat songs- well... the ones that SOUND up beat- whether the lyrics (which are typically on japanese) are up beat or not.. is up for debate (Vocaloid is notorious for having happy, catchy sounding songs with incredibly dark meanings, ranging from death to even darker themes [cough- masa- cough-])

Anndd... adding the kids in here for a second- they're there just cuz... whoever they know- and any relationship would be purely platonic- like sibling-like relationships

Klee caused chaos- no matter what- catch her sending baby shark over and over- please stop playing that song Klee- I love you but pLEASE- chances are she'll yoink Albedo's phone just to type on his account if she doesn't have her own phone... that would probably end up being the reason she ends up GETTING a phone- she's also probably making cute little doodles on ibispaint and sending them because LOok SHE DREW THE READER, ALBEDO AND HER! Doesn't have the best typing or grammar skills cuz she's a child, and probably shortens words a Lot- like "u" "r" and might spell "bye" as "bai", also emoji spam woohoo- she also most likely understands Razor second best

QiQi... is a lurker- she's a zombie so she probably slightly forgets how to use the chat. Types in the shortest sentences, instead even a run on sentence its like... 3 words, send, 4 words, send, 2 words, send- and repeat

Sayu is asleep- usually. When she wakes up she logs on to say hi and good morning even if it's 2 in the afternoon (me too, Sayu, me too-) and then probably off to eat and take a cat nap- she also probably watches sonic just because he's fast- and does the roll run thingy she does

Diona is probably ranting about alcohol and alcoholics and wHY aRe tHEy DrInKing SO Much!? Probably starts trying to roast venti everytime he comes on drunk (99% of the time-) and when she's not doing that she's sending cat pictures and cat memes because cAt! She probably has the better spelling and grammar between all the kids- I could see it

NONONO YOU HAVE THE GIGANTIC BRAIN-

also vocaloid is like,,, the 'genre' I listen to the most,,, with J-pop and Weirdcore together dhfjfj so i fully support any voca headcanons ya got!!!!

Okay for people who don't know the context this is a Part 2 ish for a genshin modern au otome concept we are throwing together. Aka throwing random headcanons at each other!!! This is Not planned Out at all, Just random fun!

Razor communicating with emojis 😭😭😭😭 thats literally so so cute. He tries his best with words but emojis usually work better, especially with Bennys help. Razor sends so many hearts because he is precious and loves his friends :((( No one dares to make fun of him :((( He uses 🐺 for himself and 🤕 for Bennett ndjfhfhfjd Like "🐺❤️🤕👬🏻" SO CUTE. Reader gets a special heart emoji!

Bennett being Razors translator❤️❤️❤️❤️ Bennys charger breaks, his display breaks, the apps break, he somehow loses his phone case (Benny how???) And he's always low on battery :((( but he's still the nicest lil guy :((( Always so friendly and helpful :((( His way of texting is so cute and energetic!! "Razor!!!! Let's go to the good hunter!!! :D". The sweetest bean ever.

Yae's made me laugh so hard with Scara going offline immedietly. Thats just hilarious and also true😭 I'm not sure what to add for her cuz you got it all😭😭 the lurking mod that annoys ppl (scara, ei and gorou mostly) , her reactions to show shes always watching (how???), the name changing... It's all there. Mmm maybe i'd say if reader catches her attention she'll be kinda lowkey teasingly flirting!!! (Wowie ma'am)

Ei really is just kinda there??? Cuz like if we seperate Raiden from Ei and make them family it'll be like... Ei is nice and quiet and Raiden is intimidating and just mutes people when shes annoyed. Yae likes to annoy them both. Ei likes to drink tea and eat sweets with Zhongli :) I don't know much about Ei or Raiden tbh 😭😭😭

Ayaka being shy 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 she wants to get along with everyone but it's intimidating :((( she probably sticks to cute reactions and encouragements :(((( Thoma and Reader try to add her into the convo like 'haha yeah right, ayaka?' and it's very sweet. She likes how lively everyone is :))

Thoma is friends with almost everyone. It's impossible to find a reason to hate him. He's a fun Dude!! He always offers his help, even if it's the middle of the night. And he can pretty much do everything. Change tires? Yes. Fix ur electricity? Of course. Need a hug? Always. He's so neat. Thoma makes sure fights in chat don't get too serious. He's an unofficial mod :)

YES YES YES Yoimiya unofficially adopting Klee because Klee loves her fireworks 😭😭 She also gets along with many people! Shes sweet and funny and energetic! She talks a lot so zheres not a lot of awkward silence. She and Zhongli probably share long ass stories. Somehow she manages to tie different people into convos eventhough they may never talk otherwise!!!

Sucrose showing things off in main chat when shes super proud :((( helping people gather study material :((( Theres probably a shy bean chat with her, Reader, Albedo, Ganyu and Ayaka <3 Just a cute little friendly chat. Thats where you really get to know her and her passion.

Lisa probably unironically has her name set to MILF witch or something sbdbdhdhdh she knows shes hot and flirty and shes not afraid to show it. But shes also very kind and helpful in a 'i'll help you help yourself' kinda way? Also pls talk to her about books. She'll be so heart eyed <3 Always calls everyone pet names <3 also Lisa making you an ASMR When you can't sleep 😩 (hot MILFs helps you Fall asleep LMFAO)

Man Venti is like... A whole ass mess 😭😭😭😭 but his drunken ramblings can be hella funny, especially when it starts making less and less sense. Kaeya and Rosaria love to humor him and get him to talk more. Venti sending the same link 3 times a day <3 but he's really nice and fun when you catch him sober!! He gets pretty clingy too, especially when drunk. Sometimes he has these... Philosophical moments where He says something smart and deep. That's when you wonder what type of person he really is.

Noelle deadass barely there😭😭 Either cleaning or idk fencing? That's neat for her. Shes very passionate and loves to tell the Reader all about her training!!! Shes so worried about being perfect and shes so grateful when the Reader tries to calm her anxiety and stress. She gets shy when complimented <3 everyone respects her but not many know her well. Shes happy to have the Reader <3

HSHDHDDH Sara having a crush on Reader and Ei <3 (on that note.. poly routes my beloved<3). Sara is just very unamused at everyones bullshit and keeps to herself unless the conversation is serious. (And or the people talking have at least 2 braincells each). She gives great advice to many things. Except love :') Sara is very independent tho. Girlboss #3 <3

Absolutely, Ganyu looks in from time to time when she takes breaks from work. She doesnt know much about memes or that stuff but she likes her friends :) Very polite and helpful so if you need help shes a good person to go to. Also yes let her talk about glaze lillies and flowers pls <3

Keqing is similar to Ganyu definitely. Works hard and occasionally says hi. Her getting embarassed about typos is so cute <3 Another person who would be great to go to if you need advice. She might be a little protective of the reader. Only a bit. Just because Reader is special to her :)

Ningguang is like... watching ... Shes amused by the liveliness of chat but doesnt join in often. Shes busy but somehow always present at the best times. Shes nice, although a bit distant. All of that flies out the window when Beidou comes on. The two had hour long arguments with just everyone watching and enjoying the roasting session.

Beidou <3 <3 The other one who unironically calls herself (pirate) MILF <3 YES OMG Queen of sea shanties!! She and Venti get along so well. Being drunk and writing song lyrics in chat. She helps Reader get comfortable in chat tho. She can tell if they get uncomfortable and quickly changes the subject. Bless her Heart <3 also Beidou is buff send tweet-

Sometimes people have no idea what Kazuha is saying at all (except Beidou and maybe Zhongli). But whatever he says sounds beautiful :) He sometimes shares his haikus in chat (but alas many can't appreciate them properly) but if Reader does he will be all smiley :))) even if they don't fully understand the poems. Just a "oh thats beautiful Kazuha :)" will make him so happy. Listen. Kazuha sitting out in the sun listening to "Hello/How are you" or "Eazy dance" by Miku and "cowardly Montblanc" by gumi. Thats the vibe i'm picturing here. So good.

Listen Xinyan has the best music taste (yes i am biased i love dark vocaloid songs). Her blasting "suck it Up" by maretu or "Nakakapagpabagabag" by dasu through headphones!!!

And imagine Xinyan shows Barbara "luvatoryyyyyy" and shes vibing!!! Eventhough the lyrics are a little spicy but she doesnt know!!! But i think she really enjoys DECO*27 Songs!!!

The kids are added in a 'family friendly' chat... Thats being heavily moderated by the responsible adults. Jean has to scream 'language!' at least 5 times per chat.

Childe: Fuck man

Jean: Language!

Klee: Fuck!!!!

Qiqi: fuck?

Bdhdhdhdh Childe has Not been heard from since then. Rip.

Lmaooo Klee stealing Bedos phone tho😭😭😭 Chaos in person but shes Readers cute little sister so she gets away with many things!!! The Kids LOVE baby shark and kid songs Like that. You can feel the adults groaning on the other side of the phone because they are playing baby shark for the 20th time that day 😭😭 but Klee and Razor talking in emojis 🥺🥺🥺 '💥❤️🐺' or smth dbdbbffh. And when she draws Albedo, Reader and herself holding hands with many hearts around and saying 'look!!! I drew big sibling Reader and big bro!!!' its just... The cutest thing. It gets Albedo so flustered <3

Qiqi is a lurker for sure. She can't talk well and it's hard to keep up in chat. But she likes talking to the other little girls and Reader :) and of course her big Brother Xiao :)) shes happy when they listen to her because she knows shes a little slow :(( such a sweet girl. She always wants to meet up and get milkshakes with everyone :((((

Lmfao Sayu is me as well🗿 omg yes sayu loves Sonic <3 She wants to be just as active and helpful when she has grown <3 She loves sleepily watching cartoons with her friends and Reader. She likes it when they play with her hair. Of course she always wears her cute jacket with tail and ears :) i imagine she calls Thoma big Bro and Ayaka big sis just because they chat with her a lot more than others :) Sayu asking them to measure her height every day 🥺

Oh gosh yes Diona hates the drunks so much and also hates diluc cuz of the winery. (She doesnt actually hate them shes just worried :( ) She doesnt chat much but she, reader and Xiao exchange cat pics they find!! Shes definitely the one who tries hard with grammar because!!! Shes already a big Girl!!! She doesnt say it outright but thats the vibe she is giving.

Ahhhh this took so long my gosh. I love this tho 🥺💜

#please excuse any typos this is so much text i dont wanna check again dhdhdhd #also what name would you like me to use to refer to you??#genshin impact #genshin Impact x reader #ask #centuriantalevevo #genshin otome au #the crow caws into the void #murder of crows💜

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us-ugay · 3 years ago

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Ugh sorry I’m late to this topic but your office au thing, as a mid-20s office worker, has me losing it. No one hates sales like the ppl who have to execute all the things sales sells that don’t exist yet. I can’t think of anything more infuriating than when sales sells smth and everyone else has to go “cool, we don’t offer that, but I guess we do now.”

Al is the kinda guy who believes in the ppl around him’s ability to make things happen (and also wants his commission check bc that’s how you like. Make rent). He would be GREAT at selling shit to high profile clients and earning the scorn of his coworkers bc he sold smth in the “technically-possible-but-oh-my-god-please-no” category. Arthur doing any sort of implementation work and being a perfectionist who HATES the idea of flopping? He would keep getting stuck w these awful assignments, just the worst clients. The real weirdos who scream at you over Microsoft teams calls. BUT he looks good bc he always deals w it anyway. He gets called a rockstar on slack by his manager. He does NOT get a raise. Everyone says that he and alfred are a great team. They both hate it bc Alfred sells shit they can’t do and Arthur is a pain and keeps making passive aggressive announcements during the sales/implementation sync about how to frame product capabilities to future clients.

They eventually go to a company happy hour and both take FULL advantage of their boss paying. They take the same train line back to their respective homes and talk MAD shit about how it’s so bullshit that HR told them no new hires till next year bc they’re already understaffed. And can you believe that at Brent’s farewell party all ppl were able to say he contributed was “bromance” and yet he’s going to a job where he’s gonna make 6 figures?? He left his projects in a total state of disarray and didn’t even document them properly and now everyone else has to clean up his mess while he and his family take a trip to Disney before he starts at his new cushy salaried job.” I feel like after a few rounds of regular shit-talking they’re screenshotting slack messages and sending them to each other like “WHY did Brenda react to Marc’s announcement that he’s leaving the company w the party emoji, read the room, Marc is the only one on the customer service team who knows ANYTHING and he’s gonna be impossible to replace” and “i just walked by Mikayla’s desk and for some reason she just has a Google images tab open and is just looking at pics of the Kardashian’s. Why.”

Am I projecting? Yes. But also, these scenarios are based on real convos and experiences I’ve had and real office crushes I’ve witnessed. I’ve worked a few office jobs now and I feel qualified. I’m at work now even. I’m an expert in the stupidity of office work.

bro BROOOOO 😭 brooooooooooo i hate this so much but only because i can absolutely see this exact same shit happening at my office

my office always has a yearly christmas party where the higher ups rent out a bar nearby and expect everyone to go even tho its always on a fucking week day from like 4-10 in the afternoon and they get pissed when folks dont go and half of everyone gets shit faced and anyways i wanna join in on this perfect projection so those two? hating each other and getting shit faced at the christmas party but then they both find themselves going the same way home and realize that they can bond over hating everyone else? oh you know those two would go home and bone and then wake up to ww3 when the texts they were forwarding to each other just so happened to be sent to other people as well 👀👀👀

i work compliance and dealing with all the messy bullshit my companys versions of sales reps do is an absolute fucking nightmare and im not even the one dealing with customers or anything like that 😭 i know arthurs a dick but jesus christ he still must have the patience of an absolute saint to where passive aggressive remarks are the worst he does

#you know whats funny is i looked up from my cubicle to talk shit about a fellow coworker #cuz shes always online shopping on her fucking work desktop #and not just on her phone like a civilized adult #and what do i see?#my version of mikayla on the abercrombie and fitch site BROOOOO #anyways back to the christmas prty thing #they literally had it the day after they had the covid booster clinic on our main floor #like no one though to maybe consider that anyone who went and got the booster would be feeling fucking awful the next day #and sure enough i didnt fucking go because i was about to faint in my chair #smh offices are so stupid i hate that our society makes us live like this 😭😭😭

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unexpectedreylo · 5 years ago

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How Ben Solo Became A Martyr

If anyone were to pull me into a Hollywood studio office or lunch at some see-and-be-seen L.A.-area restaurant (personally, I like The Ivy) and ask me, a lifelong t.v. and movie viewer, what should show runners, directors, writers, and anyone who has a creative say in a production avoid doing, one thing I would say is, “Don’t unintentionally make a character a martyr.”

I don’t mean the sense of being a martyr in-universe but being a martyr to the audience.

First I should define what I mean by “martyr.” In a Christian sense, it’s a particular kind of saint who suffers and dies a horrible death for his or her faith. In a secular sense it can describe anyone who suffers and/or dies horribly for a cause or that suffering/death calls attention to a matter of injustice. This can also be applied in a more colloquial sense, such as when anyone suffers in some way or tries to use the impression of suffering to elicit sympathy.

If anyone at Lucasfilm is wondering why there’s a tribe of people on social media doing Ben Solo hashtags, making pins, and putting blue butterfly emojis on their handles, I’m here to tell Lucasfilm it’s because you guys made Ben Solo into a martyr to the audience.

First, they made Kylo Ren/Ben Solo Han and Leia’s son/Anakin and Padmé’s grandson. This makes him an easy investment for fans who have loved those characters for decades. The killing Han Solo part might have made a certain segment of longtime fans so angry at Kylo they not only couldn’t forgive him but they didn’t even want him redeemed but others could see how the death clearly affected him which elicits sympathy and compassion.

Second, they got an extremely talented, charismatic actor to play Kylo/Ben. Adam Driver refused to play Kylo as a one-dimensional mustache-twirling killing-machine villain. He added subtlety, nuance, and humanity to the role, all the while captivating the audience. That he’s also sexy didn’t hurt. As bad as Kylo could be, we also see the soft underbelly, the hints of the real Ben Solo hiding behind the persona. He managed to create the kind of hero we’d been hoping to see in the ST within a short amount of time and practically no dialogue. That’s extraordinary. Driver took Kylo as seriously as he takes any other role. He could’ve been making a bunch of other Oscar-nominated movies instead and we all know it. Getting him was a gift and some fans out there think it was ultimately kind of wasted.

Third, if TFA hinted at Kylo’s humanity, Rian Johnson made it entirely the point of Kylo’s arc in TLJ. When Kylo destroyed his helmet, Johnson was able to let Driver go nuts with a script that treated its characters like human beings instead of caricatures. While Kylo was still capable of evil and all-around bad guy-ness, we also saw someone who could be gentle and caring, a tortured young man struggling with deep remorse, a lonely soul who can only find connection with someone who’s supposed to be his enemy, and sometimes, a hero. Those pleading puppy dog eyes and trembling lips did a lot to elicit sympathy from filmgoers. That he’s also sexy didn’t hurt.

Fourth, both the films and ancillary material showed Ben was subjected to abuse and suffered greatly for the mistakes of his elders. Ben was targeted at conception and suffered with voices in his head most of his life. A kitchen droid tried to take him out. His parents were too busy doing whatever to really give him the attention he needed, even though Leia was aware some outside force was after her son. His parents ultimately feared him and his emotional freak outs. Han and Leia shipped him off to Luke’s poor man’s version of Hogwarts, leading to some deep abandonment issues. Luke almost killed him in his sleep. The very popular The Rise of Kylo Ren comics series basically acquitted Ben of everything he supposedly did leading up to his fall. Then Kylo is verbally and physically abused by Snoke. This has created a tremendous amount of sympathy for Ben, especially by those who have struggled with any number of real-world problems. They identified with him. Hollywood as of late has coded a lot of villainous or antihero characters as having mental illness or being neurodiverse or having addiction problems as well as enduring physical and verbal abuse. I get that writers want to enrich these characters and make them relevant to a modern audience and that actors like the challenge in playing them but I also think Hollywood is being a little irresponsible about it. Not only is it potentially stigmatizing it also seldom has a solution to those characters’ arcs other than death. How is someone living with bipolar disorder or autism finding a kindred spirit of sorts in Kylo/Ben going to feel about the constant message that such a life isn’t worth living? Ben just suffers and suffers and suffers and gets nothing for it.

Fifth, we’re presented with material depicting Ben’s youth. Ben, when he’s not getting the stuffing kicked out of him by life, is quite lovable and as a child, adorable. At least with Anakin Skywalker, we’re supposed to appreciate the tragedy of a good person who was loved falling to the Dark Side. With Ben it makes us love him 10x more and at the same time make us even more upset they unceremoniously killed off that darling little moppet who played with butterflies, ran around the house naked, and begged his daddy to come home.

Sixth, it didn’t seem like Ben was sufficiently loved either in the films or by Lucasfilm. Or, to put it this way, whatever gestures Han, Leia, or Luke tried to throw Ben’s way were cases of too little too late. I always wondered why, if Leia knew Snoke was manipulating Ben, she didn’t go out to find the mo-fo and kill him? I would! Leia tries to reach out to Ben in TROS but in the movie it comes off as her distracting him so Rey could inflict a fatal wound. In fact, the weird thing about TROS is it feels like Leia was trying to take out Ben all along: the distraction, ensuring Rey takes up her “Jedi path” which Leia knew full well this would somehow lead to Ben’s death, and finally her disappearing the same time he does. It’s weird! Han tries to save Ben but he’s a muggle who’s no match against his unstable son gifted with magic powers and lightsaber abilities. Luke apologizes in TLJ but never had anything to say to his nephew again. Adding insult to injury, the Blue Ghostie Exposition Scene From Hell establishes Luke and Leia as resigned to Ben’s fate all along, kicking their flesh and blood to the curb for a surrogate more to their liking. It’s horrible! The worst is of course his soulmate barely reacting to his death. In the end nobody cared. He’s like the kid who cleans up his act, gets good grades, gets into a decent college, and his family couldn’t care less. The movie abruptly kills him off and it’s on to cheering and celebrations. Nobody remembers or speaks of Ben and he’s not seen again in any form. Four-five months after the film has come out, there’s no official Ben merchandise or collectibles. It’s like “Ben Solo? Don’t know him.” You just know that every time the Star Wars social media team has to mention him or post something with him in it, they’re muttering under their breath, “Oh God, here it comes again.”

So they got a number of fans to empathize with Kylo/Ben and hope for his redemption as well as a chance at happiness after a lifetime of abuse and suffering, only to kill him off in a sudden and graceless manner. There’s no payoff for Ben or the audience. He’s just...gone. To us it doesn’t seem right. It seems cruel and unjust. But fans are also a tenacious lot so they’re hoping Lucasfilm will realize it made a mistake and correct it. In the meantime, Ben lives on in our fan fics, edits, fan art, and fan merchandise.

#ben solo #ben deserves better #reylo #kylo ren #adam driver

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mr mendes just released a new song & i was wondering if you could write something inspired by the line: "i wonder what it's like to be loved by you" 😌✨

Ericaaa I loved this prompt! 💕 Of course I had to throw in some Pining because it’s so good ... hope you enjoy! (here it is on AO3)

to be loved by you

It’s a secret to absolutely no-one that Amy Santiago is the kind of woman that likes to excel in any skillset. Unapologetic in her badass-ery, she can (and has) chase a perp through the boroughs of Brooklyn in boots that have a higher heel than three of her male colleagues put together. Her finely tuned memory - the same one that has led Trivia Newton John to seven straight victories - helped solve a series of long-dead case files, and her problem solving skills are the reason that one of the city’s biggest kingpins is currently behind bars.

With this in mind, one could consider it safe to say that Amy regretting her natural ability to ace any situation would be up there with hell freezing over, or for a flock of pigs to soar across the sky.

But tonight, here in Shaw’s bar as she watches Jake have what seems to be a lovely date with Sophia; Amy just might be, if only maybe a little, slightly regretting her highly graded observation skills (yes, the same ones that pushed her into the highest percentile when graduating from the academy - which she very rarely brags about, and she really should - it was mentioned in the commissioners speech and everything).

To be fair, it wasn’t all bad. She could, for example; hear the jukebox in the corner, playing Come on Eileen for the fifth time in a row - unknowingly settling into a duet with squelching sneakers as a bunch of drunken frat guys danced, all of them too far gone to notice any repetition. Plus, she could pick up on the subtle click of the acrylic nails on the woman at a neighbouring table, listening to them tap against a series of her friends’ photographs, rotating between descriptions of priddy and gawgeous.

Mixed with the scent of spilled beer and day-old peanuts, it was exactly the combination that to others may appear seedy, but to Amy and the squad, just seemed … familiar. Shaw’s was their watering hole, the basement bar each could disappear into and drink to forget their days, and despite the five empty glasses on her table and the half-full one in her hand, Amy was finding it incredibly difficult to stop noticing just how sweet Jake was with his girlfriend.

Even more impossible was to stop imagining what it would be like if she were the one standing near the dart board, with Jake’s arm resting comfortably over her shoulders.

It had all started earlier today, when she had glanced over at her partner just in time to pick up on the tiny little smile that grew on his face when he noticed a text from Sophia.

(Okay, it’s possible that it had actually started back at The Maple Drip Inn, with that look he’d given her after maybe, yes, a little. It had definitely led to a series of Thoughts after Teddy’s departure, of which she’d only given herself just that night to think about.)

(Except ‘that night’ then turned into that week, and okay fine then it had turned into ‘just that month'; and now here she is, several weeks later; completely unable of getting Jake Peralta off of her mind, and it’s becoming very likely that this is more than just a little crush.)

It had been so endearing to see, that tiny glimpse of joy and enchantment as he’d read Sophia’s message - just fleeting enough for Amy to wonder if anybody had ever reacted to a message from her with such glee. (Teddy, she remembers, preferred not to text; and would instead express his affections by saving her the last bottle of his favourite pilsner, or brewing a new concoction ‘inspired by her’ … sweet, but somehow didn’t hold the same sentiment.)

So she’d kept her eyes glued to the computer screen in front of her as she listened to Jake pick up the phone and order a bunch of flowers to be delivered to Sophia’s office - using his debit card, and not a combination of the five questionably balanced credit cards under his name - which in itself is huge. Pretended not to notice the multiple kiss emojis in his reply, or the soft tune that he hummed for a few minutes after, focusing intensely on the case file in front of her as she described a recent interrogation in finite detail. Kept up the facade of all that stuff with us is in the past as he recounted a romantic weekend to their squad in the break room - laughing along in all the right places, doing her very best to keep the wistfulness out of her eyes.

And all the while, Amy’s mind had kept contemplating if she would ever get to know what it would be like to date someone like Jake: to have somebody who would take all the black and whites of her life and show her the beautiful greys in-between.

So when he’d shown up at Shaw’s this evening, with Sophia’s hand carefully wrapped around his own and a grin that announced his contentment to anyone who cared to look; Amy had felt her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. Her painted smile had just lasted until the couple retreated to the corner for a crazily competitive game of darts, and Amy had decided tonight would be a great opportunity to drown her sorrows in a few glasses of whiskey, doing her absolute best not to notice all the little things she will never have.

Like the way Jake would punctuate each congratulatory high five with a kiss, even when it meant that his girlfriend had beaten him at a game. The gentle way he steered them away from a rambunctious crowd, keeping an eye on the raised voices as his unaware girlfriend played her shot and came so close to hitting the bullseye. Or the way Sophia’s hand would rest on Jake’s chest as he held her in his arms (just the way that Amy wishes she could do), and the way she would laugh so happily as he commented on the drunk guys dancing near them.

It was all very simple, but undeniably sweet, and Amy doesn’t know how she ever doubted that Jake would be anything but.

“Your covert skills need work, Santiago.”

The chair beside Amy scrapes angrily against the worn floorboards and she turns, startled by the interruption, quietly praying that her face isn’t quite as red as it suddenly feels. Terry, far more interested in taking the last sip of his scotch than commenting on her appearance, settles in to his new location next to her, and his glass hits the soaking cardboard coaster with a slap.

“Wha-huh? Covert skills? You really must be drunk, Sarge. We’re not even on a stakeout right now. Unless you’re talking about us staking out the contents of that fridge behind the bar haha!”

(She’s rambling - she knows she’s rambling; but cannot stop the desperate need to pretend that she hadn’t just been completely busted for spending her entire evening staring at a life she may never know.)

“Ugh. Okay fine.” Her mouth stretches out into a cringe, eyes flickering to the colleagues Terry had just walked away from. “How noticeable are we talking here?”

“Noticeable enough that Charles has spent the last 40 minutes lamenting on ‘the beautiful tragedy of unrequited love’”. Dropping his air quotes, Terry rolls his eyes, one eyebrow lowering as he returns to his drink. “He lost me when he started quoting poetry. Terry loves Shakespeare, but he could do with a little less soliloquies - and a little more spirits - tonight.”

“Oh! You know what, there was just a Shakespeare play in Polonsky that starred - ” Terry overlaps her last words with his own heavy voice, and Amy’s stops in it’s tracks.

“Dianne Wiest. Terry knows. That was his segue, Amy.”

She nods, sensing the need to dig up. “Should have known. Charles loves his Wiest feasts.” Terry grunts his assent, pressing his lips together as he savours another verse-less sip, and Amy seizes the opportunity to cast another furtive glance at the happy couple.

“Seriously, though. Just because Peralta hasn’t noticed, doesn’t mean the rest of us haven’t.”

Amy brushes her hair to the side, swirling the liquid in her glass with her free hand. “Okay, so maybe I haven’t been very subtle tonight, or whatever.” Her gaze returns to Jake, drawn to him like a magnet, and her heart squeezes once more.

To his credit, Terry gives her a moment; waiting for a silence to settle over their table before leaning forward in his chair, ignoring the sticky residue of the tabletop as he rests his arms on either side of his glass.

“Out with it, Santiago.”

She shakes her head, swallowing hard to push down the burgeoning lump in her throat. “They look really happy together, don’t they? He looks … happy.”

Terry shrugs, glancing in the direction of Amy’s eye line. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“He does! All shiny and cheerful and just .. happy.”

“I don’t know. Terry remembers a time when you and Teddy looked just as content.” His look is pointed, and followed by the unsubtle raise of his eyebrows. Amy nods, draining the last of her drink. Somehow, she has a feeling that Sophia’s underwear isn’t lined with mesh like Teddy’s had been (and even if it was, it would be some kind of inexplicably sexy mesh, for sure).

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem, sarge.”

“You know that works both ways, don’t you?”

Nodding again, Amy wipes her thumb along the smudged lipstick print on her glass, choosing to remain silent. Terry didn’t get it - none of them got it, really. She’d had her chance, the very first time the words romantic styles were uttered, and she’d let it slip away. And now, she has to live with the consequences.

Clearing his throat, Terry continues. “I mean … she is a defence attorney, you know.”

“But see, even that isn’t something that I can fault. Not fairly, anyway.” Clocking the look of disbelief on Terry’s face, Amy shrugs defensively, waving her hand vaguely in Sophia’s direction. “I know we all like to joke and call them evil, but really … all they’re doing is making us prove that our findings are beyond reasonable doubt. If anything, it’s people like her that push us to do better - to work harder to make sure that we’re definitely charging the right person. And as annoying as that can be, it’s definitely not a reason to hate her.”

“Kinda sounds like you do, though.”

She shakes her head, feeling the sense of defeat sink into her bones. “I really don’t. She’s incredibly smart, and funny and beautiful … she honestly looks like she should be in a commercial for shampoo or something. She’s perfect for Jake, and I’m just …”

“You’re just … ?”

Shrugging, Amy slots her thumbnail into the edge of the coaster underneath her glass. It, like her heart, had seen better days, and it was time for her to cut her losses. “I’m just … going home.”

“What? No. Stay! Our squad kicked butt this week, Amy. We all deserve a drink.”

Painting another smile onto her face (she really is getting good at them), Amy pushes her seat away from the table, allowing herself one more glimpse at Jake’s smile before shaking her head at Terry. “Sorry sarge, I just can’t seem to celebrate tonight.”

Heading towards the exit without a second thought, Amy doesn’t see Jake pull away from Sophia, taking a half step in the direction of the door as he watches her leave. She doesn’t notice him pull out his phone, start to type a message before hesitating, pocketing it without hitting send. The night moves on as Amy walks away, and the streets are deafeningly silent as soon as the bar door closes behind her.

The sky seems to feel just as morose as Amy this evening, tiny droplets dropping onto her grey work blazer as she waits for a cab; too lost in her thoughts to take in the frivolity of a parting crowd. As the rain increases and the splotches on her blazer turn into tiny Rorschach Tests she decides to give herself one more night - one last night of wishing for things that will never be.

In the backseat on her ride home Amy twists her hands together, linking her fingers and imagining not for the first time that one hand was Jake’s (she would imagine similar .. later). She thinks of what it could be like to have his warm presence near hers .. to have his hand resting on her leg, not out of possession but just to be near. Watching him get out of the car first, only to turn and offer a helping hand for her exit, every time without fail.

She pictures what it would be like to feel the brick exterior of her apartment against her back as Jake presses his soft lips against hers, kissing the life out of her, making her see stars before pulling her into the apartment for so much more.

He wouldn’t always be the perfect partner - and lord knows, neither would she - but Amy knows that through it all he would remain her best friend, because even through all of this yo-yo pattern of denial and admittance, thats who Jake has been for her. After all these years, he’s become the only one she wants to talk to, at any given moment of the day, who knows her coffee order better than his own and remembers her Abuela’s birthday, even when she hasn’t mentioned it in weeks.

The scent of rain lingers in her apartment as Amy readies herself for bed, casting her pantsuit aside with drunken abandonment and giving her face a half-hearted wash before stumbling towards her bed. She closes her eyes, the thoughts of what could have been still so loud in her quiet apartment, hugging the pillow beside her tightly while her mind begins to wander.

As she finally drifts off to sleep that night, Amy tries not to remember the smile that Jake gave her as they danced so long ago at the community hall - that special kind of smile, that made her think that maybe it was solely for her - and tells herself once. and. for. all. that sometimes, life just doesn’t work out the way you’d hope.

* *

It’s a rush of cool air that alerts Amy to a brand new morning, the drop in temperature squashed as quickly as it arrives by the wrapping of a warm arm around her middle. She smiles into the pillow as it completes its protective loop, letting her body get pulled closer to the human hot water bottle in the middle of her bed, and if there was a better way to wake up on a cold day, Amy is yet to see it.

She lets out a sigh of comfort as the bridge of a prominent nose digs into her shoulder blade, feeling the warmth of his breath through her old academy shirt, nestling closer until her legs are well and truly tangled amongst his. It’s late, later than she would normally allow herself to sleep, but the two of them were far too invested in basking in the afterglow of a rainy Saturday filled with sex and movies to consider leaving the bedroom anytime soon.

Jake’s voice is rough, the remnants of a deep sleep obvious in his throat. “Today’s Sunday, right?”

Amy nods, wriggling herself just free enough to turn within her boyfriend’s embrace. His hair is sticking out on all ends - unaided, she is certain, by her hands the night before - and she runs the tip of her thumb along his right cheekbone. Though his eyes are still closed, he leans into her touch, and she grins. “Definitely Sunday. A rainy Sunday, but part of the weekend all the same.”

He nods, the short and prickly fibres of his morning stubble scratching her palm. “Good. More time for time machine building.”

“… we’re building a time machine?”

“Yeah, one that lets us skip past all the boring work stuff, and leaves us with all the time in the world for more of this. Kinda like that movie Click, but a lot less ‘trying to change the past’ stuff, and a lot more sex.”

She chuckles, and his left foot rubs along the side of her calf under the blanket. “You’re crazy, Peralta.” (Although, she will admit - the ‘a lot more sex’ part did sound kinda great.)

His eyelids flutter open, gaze growing soft as a smile stretches across his face. “You’re beautiful, Santiago.”

Amy feels her cheeks begin to heat up, resisting the urge to cool herself down by tucking her hair away, completely unable to move as long as Jake continues to look at her like that. There’s a pimple growing underneath the surface of her chin that is going to rival Mount Vesuvius, and her morning breath could probably wilt the flower pots living happily on her kitchen’s windowsill. But here, in bed with her boyfriend of almost two years, she feels more beautiful than all of her best days put together.

“I don’t think I’ve told you this today, but I love you, Jake.”

Leaning forwards, Jake’s soft lips press against Amy’s, and he winks as he pulls away. “I mean, we’ve both been awake for a sum total of three minutes, so yeah, you’re pretty late with the love you’s today, babe.”

Her free hand flies out from under the cover, delivering an indignant smack to Jake’s chest, and he grabs it back before she can pull away, linking their fingers together and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I love you too, Ames. Even if you don’t want to build a time machine with me, I still love you.”

She laughs - a giggle that starts in her belly and bursts through her lungs, something that she’s been doing a lot more of these days - and pulls Jake in for a longer kiss, morning breath be damned.

One day, in eight or so years time, they’ll have a son - a miniature version of Jake that, much like his father, runs to the beat of his own drum; and answers to the name Mac. Amy will fall pregnant again, and when they explain to their son that he’s going to be a big brother, his response is so perfectly him that it makes Amy’s eyes tear up with laughter.

For they are, by Mac’s decree, now officially a Ninja Turtle family. He is Raphael (or ‘Rafel’), Jake Michelangelo due to his love of nunchaku, and Amy nabs Leonardo purely out of homage to one of her favourite artists. The mini-Peralta still growing in her womb is, by default, Donatello (or Donatella, depending), and even though there was a time when Amy truly felt like she could never be this lucky, she will love their little family with all of her heart.

But for now, she has Jake; and together they have warm bedsheets and no plans for a future that isn’t together - no matter what obstacles may be thrown their way.

And Amy realises, as Jake begins to trace a series of kisses along her side of her neck; truly, being loved by him is better than she could have ever imagined.

#it's all about the yearning #pining!Amy #fic prompts #has the ninja turtle family thing been done? I can't remember #b99 fanfic #peraltiago fanfiction #b99fic

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