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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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❝ the stylist chair ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis the job description didn’t mention meeting an angel in person. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / idol!jeonghan / stylist!reader / mutual pining / hannie is a little flirty / perhaps light swearing as usual / does breaking out of your shell around someone count as character development? / feelings are difficult ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing jeonghan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 4.9k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note this was requested by anon! thank you for requesting (: // i’m not a make-up artist nor do i do make-up at all on myself so don’t come for me if stuff is wrong

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“You start your new job today, right?” Your mother chirped up on the other end of the phone, ignorant to the fact you were trying to multitask - and failing miserably. It wasn’t supposed to be difficult, not exactly anyway but for some reason you always found ways to make the simplest things harder for yourself. Gathering paperwork, your portfolio and also choosing an outfit for your first day? Perhaps you’d given yourself too many tasks.

“Uhh - yeah, some boy group...” you mumbled, sifting through your files case to find the right paperwork, not really paying attention to the conversation, “they recently had a stylist go on maternity leave... needed a filler.”

Your mother laughed softly through the phone speaker and you could picture her shaking her head as you swore quietly, completely in your own world.

“I’ll leave you be, call me later! Good luck sweetie, they’ll love you!” You weren’t sure how your mother was so cheerful this early in the morning as you barely had wiped the sleep from your eyes. You hummed, acknowledging her absence as the call ended. Throwing your phone onto your bed, freshly made, you took a deep breath.

It wasn’t a good idea to get so worked up before your first day at a new job, you couldn’t turn up in a foul mood - and what if things went wrong during the day? You didn’t need the added stress on top of that. This whole paperwork stuff wasn’t that important for your first day anyway, just some bank information that they could receive another day. Standing from your kneeling position next to your bed, your eyes turned towards the state of your wardrobe on the far side of the wall - there was more pressing matters to attend to.

Dressed in the comfiest clothes you could pick up without sifting through your dirty washing, you turned up to the Pledis building with minutes to spare. You were met by another young woman, dressed just as slack as you - a sigh of relief, if you say so yourself. You hadn’t underdressed nor overdressed for the occasion. You wasn’t too sure what was too little here, after all you were now a stylist for a multi-million dollar earning boy group, topping the charts worldwide. They could be specific about their stylists and how they look, you didn’t know otherwise. This was the first big job you’d landed.

Her name was Sooyeon, she gave you a big beaming smile when you walked into the reception, her hands clasped in front of her and a few tattoos sneaking out from under her sleeves. She had dyed her hair following the split hair trend, proudly wearing pink and black on her hair.

“You must be y/n?” She spoke softly as you approached, her eyes disappearing into creases with her smile, “it’s lovely to meet you.”

“You too.” You responded politely, not interested in making enemies on your first day. Yet as Sooyeon gestured her head for you to follow, you couldn’t dream of ever wanting to make enemies with her.

“Perfect timing, by the way,” Sooyeon hummed as you both stepped into the elevator, your eyes watching her press the buttons, “they have a schedule today so we’ll be leaving soon. You can help us finish packing our things while we wait for them all.”

You’d prepped everything well at the makeshift vanity the recording show had shoved into the dressing room. You’d lined up his make-up perfectly and you’d stared over the descriptive sheet of the desired look for today’s schedule over fifty times. Yet you still hadn’t met him, let alone seen his face. Sooyeon said his name was Jeonghan - apparently mischievous and you should be aware of his pranks. Cringing slightly, you wondered why he had to be the member who was filling in the stylist for.

A soft tap sounded on the open door behind you, causing you to whip around startled by the sudden sound in your silence. There was a gentle chuckle, almost angelic and you paused, staring the man in the face. Was that an angel? He gifted you a small smile, glimpsing his white teeth.

“You’re Hana’s temporary then?” He spoke up, respectful as he lingered by the open door, “my name is Jeonghan - what’s yours?”

The words made you freeze as you stuttered your words a little, unable to find the will to speak as you looked down at your feet.

“Y/n,” you uttered barely and Jeonghan still seemed to catch it, nodding, “I-uh, come in - I can’t do your make-up standing.”

Jeonghan chuckled once more, sauntering to the chair you’d been provided and sitting quietly. You admired the black shade of dye the staff had used on him and how well it complimented him and his skin tone before you turned to your things, humming to yourself as you got started on his make-up. He sat quietly, not battering an eyelid nor speaking to distract you. This was supposed to be the mischievous man? The one you was supposed to be careful of his pranks? You almost scoffed jokingly but you held it in, letting it crack a small smile onto your lips instead. Jeonghan didn’t miss it as you worked carefully on his eyeshadow.

“Thinking of anything interesting?” He mused, causing you to tense before you mentally shook the feeling from your body. You might as well small talk with him, you weren’t sure if you could manage if you made things awkward with him.

“Sooyeon told me to be careful of your pranks,” you admitted quietly as you paused his make-up to move your hair behind your ears, “but I can’t picture you being the type to prank people.”

He was quiet and you wondered if you’d said something wrong. With a beating heart, you chewed the inside of your cheek. How could you be so stupid this soon into the job? But moments later, he laughed once more - that sweet, angelic laugh.

“With my members, maybe,” Jeonghan hummed, closing his eyelid for you obediently when you gave the command with your hand, “they call me the mother of the group. I don’t think I could prank my stylists, you guys work too hard already.”

“Mother of the group?” You quirked a brow and Jeonghan’s laugh turned nervous, “are you the oldest?”

“No, second oldest,” his lips curved into a smile, “Seungcheol is our eldest.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You quickly stepped back, staring at him in panic as he stared up at you - perhaps just as shocked by your sudden raise of your voice, “I’ve been speaking informally this whole time!”

His shoulders relaxed from where he had tensed up, his head hanging momentarily as he let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t ever do that to me again holy fuck...” He was quick to laugh again, shaking his head before looking back up at you. You furrowed your brows, glancing amongst his expression to try read his emotions.

“You’re not mad?” You asked quietly, blinking. It was Jeonghan’s turn to furrow his brows, shaking his head.

“Did you think I’d get you fired or something?” He taunted, a smile curving his lips again, “relax, Sooyeon got you tense with that huh.”

You pursed your lips, too stubborn to announce he was in fact correct. Jeonghan saw it in your face, especially with the way your eyes darted away from him and towards the make-up products you had littered in front of him. He was quick to notice your bad habit of chewing your lip, something you’d been trying to work on for years. Your mother advised you to chew ice but was what you supposed to do, carry a bag of ice around with you?

He looked down at his hands, an amused smile tugging his lips as he held back a chuckle, fiddling with the rings adorning his fingers instead.

You shoved some rice into your mouth, followed closely by some vegetables as you sat once more with Sooyeon at the small table. Seventeen were currently in the midst of their schedule, busy in front of the cameras. It felt wrong to be behind the scenes, watching them in person as you ate your lunch but you soon realised this was your reality - like a front row seat. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself, perhaps by thinking of what you’d be having for dinner that night or what time you should ring your mother later, you couldn’t get over your interaction with Jeonghan prior to this moment - your first interaction at that.

And no matter how hard you tried to hide the tingly butterfly feeling in your tummy you got whenever you looked in Jeonghan’s direction, Sooyeon could see right through you like a window - on your first day at the job nonetheless. Your eyes fell back to Jeonghan before they slowly made their way down to your lunch. Sooyeon ran her tongue over her teeth, a cheeky grin growing on her face.

“That bad, huh?” Sooyeon teased, her voice low to stop any involvement from other staff. You blinked, confused as you stared at her. If you did say so yourself, your act was brilliant. Sooyeon wished she could snap a photo of your face on the other hand.

“What do you mean?” You mumbled, turning your face back towards your food as gradual embarrassment loomed over your figure like a thundering black cloud. You could try shove your face with rice as much as you wanted but it wouldn’t hide the fact that you should have paid more attention in drama class and the thought made you squeeze your eyes shut.

“You won’t stop looking at him, y/n,” Sooyeon began again, basically whispering as she shuffled her things closer to you so your arms were touching. In your personal bubble, Sooyeon had all the control as her eyes glossed over the red hues in your cheeks, she knew it, “I know you don’t care about him ruining the make-up.”

Puffing your cheeks, you leaned back in your chair to try escape Sooyeon’s suffocating presence by your side but alas it was all for nothing. The wide grin on her face, the way she kept glancing between Jeonghan and yourself - it was all over. Raising your bottle of water to your lips, you figured the only way out of this was to play it cool.

“Script says they’ll be eating bibimbap in approximately ten minutes, not to mention the heat in here with no air conditioning? I can see his forehead shining from here,” you sighed, chopsticks back in your hand as you proceeded to ignore the way Sooyeon huffed and pouted, “I don’t know what you’re insinuating Sooyeon on my first day?”

Sooyeon grumbled under her breath, playing with her food before the room erupted into conversation and staff yelling commands - not to mention Seventeen’s own loud presence approaching their make-up artists. Jeonghan wore a smile as he approached, his aura radiating light-heartedness with a hint of tired. You stood from your seat within moments of noticing him, causing him to tut.

“Sit down, will you?” He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled out the empty chair beside you, his eyes glancing at how close Sooyeon was sitting next to you, “finish your lunch first, there’s no need to rush.”

Your tongue poked your cheek, hands a little shaky at the situation as you lowered yourself back into the chair. Your initial plan was to shuffle away from Sooyeon once you’d finished Jeonghan’s touch up but now you were stuck in the midst of either being too close to Jeonghan or being too close to Sooyeon - neither of which you fancied right now.

“Alright, okay.” You muttered, picking your chopsticks up once again as you quietly began to eat once more. Jeonghan leaned back in his chair, thumbing through his phone as he waited patiently for you to finish your lunch. Despite him saying there was no rush, you had in fact rushed what was left of your rice and vegetables, cleaning up your mess quickly so that you could get to work.

Jeonghan didn’t fail to notice, his eyes borderline rolling into the back of his head as you leaned to reapply his lip tint, your finger dabbing his lips ever so gently. You couldn’t deny you needed to look into this brand, the lip tint did an amazing job of somehow making his lips look so plump. You paused. What the hell was you thinking? Jeonghan watched as you blinked, a little frozen before moving away from him again, fetching a clean applicating cushion and gently tapping away at his skin, removing the drops of sticky sweat he’d gathered on his forehead.

“How are you feeling?” Jeonghan asked suddenly as you was cleaning up what you’d used, causing you to glance at him.

“Hm?” You hummed, raising a brow as you sat back in your chair. Heat rushed to your cheeks but it seemed to affect your whole body, suffocating you in a tight hug.

“We’re suffering in these loose outfits, how are you feeling in a hoodie?” Jeonghan reiterated, his eyes glancing you once over in your hoodie and jeans, “I can ask the staff to get you a fan.”

“It’s fine, I promise,” you laughed, shaking your head as you waved him off. Jeonghan scowled, “you guys haven’t got long left, I’ll live.”

Kicking off your sneakers that night, you’d never flopped onto your bed so quickly. Admittedly, you’d long shrugged off the hoodie you’d worn all day in a sweaty environment, leaving you in your sports bra as you laid beneath your air conditioning, soaking in the cool atmosphere in comparison to what you’d be in all day. Of course, it wouldn’t be long before you found yourself in the shower but for a moment, all your aching legs and sticky skin wanted to do was lay there and bask in what you’d been waiting for all day - the comfort of your own apartment.

In the midst of poor clothing choices, no air conditioning and stuffy rooms full of staff, you also had your tricky dilemma involving Sooyeon’s awful invasion of privacy and Jeonghan’s teasing nature. Swallowing the tough lump in your throat, you debated admitting your sins to Sooyeon - specifically the one about Jeonghan’s lips but you gathered you’d never hear the end of it, especially with the whole “first day on the job” shit.

The dilemma faded perhaps after two days. Sooyeon brought all the lies you’d tattled, which you thought was odd considering it was like she was looking through a window when she looked at you but you didn’t complain - at least she was no longer grinning like the Cheshire cat in your ear about looking at Jeonghan. It was peace of mind that you could go about your job without dating scandals, you figured his fans would pull that for you let alone without Sooyeon’s help.

“Something on your mind today?” Jeonghan perked up from where he sat with his eyes shut, your finger dusting a shimmery powder onto your eyelids. He hadn’t missed how quiet you’d been since you’d started his make-up for today’s photoshoot. Of course, you’d uttered your hellos and how are yous but nothing more extensive like you had on your first day. He’d never admit it but Jeonghan was slightly concerned he’d said something wrong or put you in an awkward position.

“Not really,” the lie slipped from your mouth instantly without a second thought, “I feel like I have no interesting conversation topics for you, is all.”

Jeonghan chuckled a little, opening his eyes the moment you mumbled to say you were done with his eye make-up. They followed you and your every movement as you packed away the make-up you’d just used and instead got out the lip tint you’d be using that day. Your hands were gentle, never roughly grabbing anything and always putting things away neatly like it was jenga. He hadn’t failed to miss the small things you did like the way you stuck your tongue out of the corner of your mouth when you concentrated or the way you’d twizzle the ring your mother gifted you as a graduation present while you were bored behind the scenes.

“What, have we spoke about everything in the world in two days?” Jeonghan scoffed lightly, amused nonetheless that you’d avoided speaking to him, “tell me about you.”

Your finger froze, hovering just above his lips as you once more found yourself in a predicament with this man. Clicking your tongue, you shook your head and continued applying the lip tint.

“What’s there to know? I work as a make-up artist and my name is y/n.” The words were a little sharp but you were getting defensive over Jeonghan’s need to know about you and Jeonghan was finding it ever so amusing as he watched the tiny little flame flicker in your eyes.

“Do you have any siblings? Where’s your mom and dad? Do you own any pets?” Jeonghan blurted out a series of questions, ones you should have known was coming but you couldn’t help but sigh as you turned away to put the lip tint in your case.

“Are you writing my biography?” You quirked a brow as you found yourself looking at him behind you in the mirror. Jeonghan stared back confidently, a sly smirk on his face.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, “the extravagant life of y/n l/n.” His hands acted as if he was reading it on a billboard in New York City, chuckling as you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“Extravagant? You mean boring.” You uttered, taking a baby wipe out of a packet to rub off the make-up on your hands. Jeonghan jutted out his lower lip that you wasn’t finding his biography act amusing.

“Well, I’m the one writing the biography and you never answered my questions,” he huffed in a slight tantrum, “so how am I supposed to know whether I can title it extravagant or not?”

“We don’t have the time for-” Jeonghan broke you off, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to walk past him. Your eyes met as he stared up at you, “we have ten minutes until I have to go.”

He was a pain in more than one location, you thought as you swallowed a painkiller to cope with your cramps. You were waiting for him to turn up but today you weren’t so sure if you wanted to cope with his personality whilst it felt like a knife was being turned in your stomach. Yet the door opened wide before it shut again, his lanky figure sauntering over to the chair you’d set out for him. Your hand reached to shove the packet of painkillers back into your bag but Jeonghan caught sight of them sooner than you thought.

“Is everything okay?” His brows furrowed as he stood before you, suddenly refusing to sit down as your knees almost buckled beneath you, “why didn’t you call in sick?”

“Because I’m not sick now sit down,” you mumbled, turning to gather your things as usual but Jeonghan hadn’t seated himself, “it’s just cramps - you know, that monthly stuff you guys hate.”

“Oh come on,” Jeonghan chuckled with a shake of his head, bringing over another chair, “I’d hardly call those types guys, take a seat.”

“I can’t sit down I have to do your make-up.” You argued and Jeonghan rolled his eyes, finally sitting in his seat.

“Duh that’s your job but not today,” he hummed, looking over the stuff you’d laid out as he tucked his chair closer to the mirror, “sit down and talk me through it, I’ll do it today.”

You opened your mouth to speak but suddenly you buckled, falling back into the chair Jeonghan had fetched as another sharp jabbing pain hit you in the abdomen. Jeonghan glanced at you in the mirror, “that’s why.”

Frowning, you watched his pale fingers drift among the products you used on him, clicking his tongue.

“There’s so many,” Jeonghan laughed a little at this and you couldn’t help but crack a smile, “you start with something on my face, right? Which one is it?”

“That bottle on the far left, it’s a little messy because it spills in my case,” your voice was meek as you grimaced at the pains kicking your ass, “why are you caring for me?”

“You forget that you’re Hana’s temporary because she’s on maternity leave - right? I’ve cared for a pregnant lady up until she was too far gone to keep working, I know what you guys’ bodies is like,” Jeonghan hummed, his eyes watching his hands as he carefully applied the liquid like you’d told him, “Hana always said these times of the month were your bodies being angry you didn’t give them a child - so I told her it must be happy now she’s pregnant.”

The realisation hit you once more than you were only with Jeonghan a temporary amount of time, like a sand timer as you watched his movements carefully.

“Do you miss Hana?” You asked quietly and Jeonghan glanced at you in the mirror, pausing your actions.

“What, think I don’t like you and I prefer Hana or something?” Jeonghan mused, not answering your question. You pouted and he rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his make-up.

Jeonghan had almost became a friend in the midst of you standing over him applying weird feeling liquids and powders to his face practically daily. Yet somehow you’d both managed to carry the most tense, awkward aura when you were together and it was always ten times worse when you had to be in his face and touching his lips - your mother called it sexual tension but you brushed her off saying there was nothing happening between the two of you. You could basically see her smiling through the phone when you said that.

Today was like every other day with you sat in your chair devouring your lunch while Jeonghan was hard at work across the room. Today was an interview, mainly for promoting Seventeen’s latest comeback but you didn’t miss how weird the questions were - specifically when the MC asked “where’s your favourite place?” but you shrugged it off as wanting to get a vibe of what each member was like off camera.

But as you scooped rice into your mouth - sort of like a vaccuum - it became Jeonghan’s turn and you listened carefully to the angelic laugh he let out from across the room before he admitted his ‘favourite place’ was in fact the stylist chair. The words caused you to freeze on the spot, like you had turned to stone in Medusa’s presence and Sooyeon caught it all with her eyes like a high definition camera.

“Y/n?” She whispered, her voice for once not teasing you as her eyes fell to the way you’d become a statue. She waved her hand in front of your face, watching as you blinked your now dry eyes and slowly turned to her.

“Did he say that?” You mumbled and Sooyeon slowly nod, her eyes glancing across the large warehouse-like room to where Jeonghan sat.

“Girl...” Sooyeon cracked a small smile, nudging you with her elbow, “and he’s looking this way right now.”

The next day you couldn’t even utter a word in his direction let alone look at him as he walked into the room, whistling a tune as if nothing had happened - to him maybe it hadn’t. He’d perhaps admitted he found the stylist chair comforting because you allowed him to be a human with no cameras for some time or because you shared jokes and acted like a friend. Definitely not for the reasons you’d been listing in your head ever since he said it.

Jeonghan glanced at you before glossing his eyes over your outfit choice - you were wearing the hoodie you’d worn weeks ago on your first day, the one that suffocated you with no air conditioning. His tongue reached out to wet his lips as he sat in the chair you stood beside, a smile growing on his face at your stubbornness when it regarded this hoodie.

“Any specific reason I’m getting silent treatment? Or is there a lack of content for the biography again?” He hadn’t let go of that stupid biography skit and he used it consistently when he was in the stylist chair to make you spew information about yourself. He loved it, he loved listening to you speak about yourself. Sometimes when you gossiped over little details, he would watch the sparkle in your eyes and he’d never miss how excited you got to discuss certain topics - one of these was your childhood pets.

“Are you ignoring what you said yesterday or was it a fever dream?” You finally spoke, your throat a little raspy because you’d spent the last night screaming into your pillow crying out of stress that you didn’t know what his intentions were with that interview. Jeonghan let out a small “aaaah..”

“Is that bothering you so much?” He taunted, turning to face your beet red face stood beside him, “is there a problem with me liking this chair so much? Sitting in your company and enjoying you as a person?”

“Stop saying that shit,” you scoffed, folding your arms across your chest, “I’m your make-up artist for fucks sake.”

“So?” Jeonghan mumbled, mimicking your attitude by folding his arms across his chest - you narrowed your eyes at this, “maybe I don’t want you to just be my make-up artist, y/n but your stubborn ass is going to throw a fit about that, isn’t it?”

It didn’t go straight over your head but boy, you wanted it to. You stared at him, the muscles of your arms relaxing involuntarily as the room went silent between you. It was thick with a tense atmosphere that you could slice with a knife like cake. Jeonghan chewed at his tongue, already regretting his words when you took longer than a few seconds to respond. There’s no way he meant it like that, right? Maybe he just wanted to exchange instagram usernames so you could be friends outside of work - but that felt like a crime in itself.

“What?” You whispered, unsure how to feel but maybe that was because there was a million thoughts bouncing around in your head that you couldn’t even focus on the way Jeonghan had made his lower lip bleed under the pressure of his teeth. He rubbed his clammy hands onto his jeans, trying to dry them as if he wasn’t physically sweating from announcing a workplace crush.

“You know exactly what I was doing with the biography bullshit y/n,” Jeonghan sighed as if he was annoyed with himself that he’d been caught in the act, “I wanted to know so much about you because every time you spoke about yourself, I could admire your actions and the way you reacted. I got to watch you lick your lips when you’d made them dry from talking so much about your favourite vinyl record. All the tiny little things about you I learnt in this chair - because you wouldn’t open up to me without some jokey skit covering my curiosity and I fell in love with everything.”

There was that thick suffocating silence again, sending both Jeonghan and your own mind racing as you stared at each other again. Your eyes were going dry and the stinging pain caused you to sharply turn away, blinking furiously as your eyes began to water in response to your stupid actions.

“I think maybe we need to speak about this outside of work?”

The front door opened and you furrowed your brows from where you stood in the kitchen, slicing up celery and numerous other vegetables for the dinner you were preparing. There was only one person who had a key to your apartment and it certainly wasn’t your mother because you’d left your front door locked after you came home from work that morning. You’d been at work prior to do Jeonghan’s make-up as usual and then after shooting, you’d come home early - this was one of the much rarer days where you had such a freedom. Jeonghan had dance practise after the photoshoot and you knew damn well he didn’t need make-up for that.

Lanky arms wrapped around your waist and the grin grew on your face almost immediately at the sickening sweet smell of his cologne washing over you.

“I see you’ve taken to letting yourself into my apartment,” you mused teasingly, focusing on the vegetables, “how was practise?”

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against your back as he leaned down to press a kiss to your head.

“Well, you did give me a key,” Jeonghan taunted and you admit, you scowled despite the fact he was very correct, “Hana visited us to show us her little newborn, he was so cute!”

“I bet he was loud too.” You hummed, scooping the sliced vegetables into the saucepan on your right. Jeonghan made a soft noise as if he was thinking.

“I think Seungkwan and Soonyoung might have been louder...”

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atonalginger · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday

I have a short snippet from Reclaiming Home and an art tossed in because it fits. Things have been rough and hectic around here but I know keeping up with habits can help so I pulled his small peek. Thanks for the reminder @therealgchu!

I wanted this snippet to fit the theme of the day so it's fluffy

Doc turned the page and gasped. Cora had been looking at her dad and didn’t see which pictures were next. On one page was the pair sitting on the ground near a door in an animated discussion. The other page had a picture of Doc in an olive green blouse and black slacks, dad in a burnt orange long sleeved shirt he wore in many of the pictures and jeans. They were in the gazebo in Coe Plaza, dad holding Doc’s hand giving it a kiss. It was Cora’s second favorite picture in the whole album.

Cora looked over to Doc and saw tears in her eyes. Worry knotted her gut, oh no, I’d hoped you’d be happy. Dad rubbed Doc’s back and hugged her closer, whispering something to her before kissing her head. Even being so close, Cora couldn’t make out what he said.

“I remember that day too,” Doc said louder, “I had no idea he was taking pictures, the little weasel.”

“Should he not have been?” Cora asked.

“It’d been a particularly rough day for me,” Doc admitted, “We’d gotten long letters from our parents and several aunts and uncles all at once and I made the mistake of sitting down and reading them. Just nuked my whole morning and spent a good portion of the afternoon crying. I had work at the Rock in the evening so I forced myself to get ready and then your dad shows up. He was supposed to be running a back to back run, touching down just long enough to get his next load, but messaged Fox and found out I wasn’t having a good day.”

“I couldn’t leave her feelings bad when she didn’t do anything to deserve it,” Dad added, “so I ran over to their apartment and offered to walk her to work. We left a little early so we could sit and talk, get her in better spirits, before she went in for her shift. I’m pretty sure I was reassuring her everything would be okay right here.”

“You were,” Doc laid her head on dad’s chest, “and you were right.”

“That does sound like you,” Cora said.

The adults laughed and Dad hugged Cora again, “thanks gumdrop.”

#starfield #sam coe #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #coemancer #atonalginger writes #the coemancer crew #wip wednesday #Doc Melody #Cora Coe #DocCoe #atonalginger art

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derangederensimp · 1 year

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Jujutsu Kaisen One Shot Kinktober

#27 Phone Sex with Nanmi Kento x Fem Reader

CW: phone sex, masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, dirty talk.

“What are you doing right now y/n?” Nanami asked, his voice sounded strained.

“Nothing just laying in bed, what are you doing? You sound like you’ve had it rough” you replied. His breathing was sporadic.

“Thinking of you” Nanami said, groaning as his pumped his cock in his fist. He knew it was dirty to be doing this but he couldn’t get your naked body out of his mind. Your voice sounding like you just woke up drove him mad it was similar to how you’d sound when he was pounding into you from behind.

“What about me?” You playfully played dumb wanting to hear Nanami discribe exactly what he was fantasizing. “You know that skimpy nightgown you wear, the soft blue one with the thigh slit. I can’t stop picturing that night you wore it, sitting on the edge of the bed applying your lotion on and each time you went further up your thigh the more you bunched it up till it showed your bare cunt. You knew I was watching from the hallway with the way you spread your legs open, laying onto the bed as your fingers went to your clit. Just begging me to come fuck you instead of finishing up my paperwork. You had my cock twitching and my pants so tight at the sight of you”

Your cheeks turning pink, you didn’t think he did see because that night you kept going at it making yourself cum 2 times before getting under the sheets and going to bed. The heat between your legs growing as you imagined Nanami fisting his cock to the sight of you. If it weren’t for his stupid work trip he would’ve been home and doing all the things he was thinking of doing.

“Oh so you watched me cum but didn’t want to help me with your cock?” you asked.

Nanami groaned thinking about what he did instead. “I just liked watching you, besides you got the job done and twice. I was so mesmerized by you I just jerked off in the hall. I know your cunt squeezing on my cock would’ve felt 100x better than my hand but I didn’t want you to know I was watching you”

“If you like watching you could just sit and watch sometimes but I prefer your cock instead of my fingers” you said, slipping your fingers between your legs. Your cunt was dripping with your juices already, resting your thumb on your clit you circled the spot. You imagined what Nanami would be doing to you if he was home. Accidentally letting out a moan from the idea.

“Oh so someone’s enjoying themselves too. Did I make that pretty pussy of yours wet?” He teased.

“M-maybe” you moaned again adding a finger inside.

“What exactly are you doing Angel?” He stroked his cock slower not to make him cum before he heard you orgasm.

“Not tellin” you teased, biting onto your lip adding another finger inside and hooking it to reach your gspot. You wished you had another hand to grab at your breasts and play with your nipples but you were too occupied with holding the phone to your ear. Circling your clit faster another moan came from your throat.

“You're being so naughty y/n, Com’on tell daddy what you are you doing” His demanded, he tightened his grip on his cock not it was nothing like the real thing. Nothing could replicate how hard your cunt squeezed him when you were getting closer and closer to cumming. It was like your body knew he was ganna cum too wanting to milk him of everything he had, make him a real dad. He swore to himself when he got home from this trip he was going to make it happen. Fuck a baby into you as many times as you wanted. The idea of your breasts swollen with milk made his cock twitch. As well as the idea of how it would taste crosses his mind.

“I-I’m fingering myself” you finally got out between moans. The pressure in your stomach growing more and more with each time you put pressure on your clit and hooking your fingers. You cried out his name over and over again “you gonna come Angel?” He asked “a-ah f-fuck YES” you cried, your thighs shook as you came all over your fingers, rubbing at your clit to ride out your high as you panted to catch your breath. Nanami came right when you did, white ropes shooting onto a towel as he threw his head back praising your name.

“You better be ready for me when I get home. I love you” his voice softened at the end.

“I love you too. I’ll be waiting, Goodnight Nanami”

“Goodnight y/n”

Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @yellooaaa , @immindingmyown , @dovas-world , @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn , @ilovestevelacy2228 , @nothisispatrick300 , @chrrybl0ss0m

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dixonlvr-online · 2 years

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Cookie revelations

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Carol Peletier x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cookies! Realizing feelings! AAAHHHHH

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Even though Daryl isn't technically in this, I still loved writing it so so much.

Blood, guts, and gore. Flour, sugar, and butter. Two very different pictures, both evidence of a crime scene.

Where you currently stood was the latter scenario: in the kitchen, surrounded by a mess of your own making. Daryl had gone off with Aaron on a recruiting trip a few days prior, and since your shift at the guard tower wasn’t until later, you were bored.

It was weird, having the time to get bored. Your group had only joined Alexandria a couple of weeks ago, so you were still adjusting. Not constantly moving, or worrying about food and water, was great for your physical health. Your mental health, however, was taking a decline.

You wiped your forehead with your sleeve, groaning when you realized it was covered in flour. You’d had the bright idea to bake cookies to fill the time. Carol had inspired you with her cookies at the party, and reminded you how much you loved baking in your old life. Unfortunately, you had always relied on a detailed recipe and proper ingredients.

You’d gone to the pantry to gather ingredients earlier that day, but Olivia had explained the rationing system and you’d had to make do with some substitutions. You’d heard the possibility of substituting applesauce for eggs, so you’d grabbed that. Except now, you had no idea what to do with it.

You stared down at your bowl of mix. It was way too watery, and somehow, it was yellow. You didn’t even want to know how that happened. You sighed, leaned into the counter. If only Daryl were here to see this. He’d have a field day, you thought.

The creak of the front door sounded, followed by footsteps. In walked Carol, hand raised in greeting until she saw the mess in front of her. You watched her bite her lip, holding back a smile, before she couldn’t take it anymore and laughed.

You fake scowled at her in response, but even you couldn’t help but laugh along with her. You must be a ridiculous sight, all covered in flour and milk and whatever else you’d managed to spill.

Carol wiped a tear from her eye. “Wow. I didn’t think I’d see this today,” she laughed. You gave her a sheepish smile.

“It’s been a long time, okay? I’m out of practice,” you said. Carol walked over and peered into your mixing bowl. She took a moment to survey your setup as well, nodding her head in approval at the ingredients you’d chosen.

“You’ve got the right idea. You bake much before?” she asked. You nodded, though it lacked conviction.

“I used to, a little. It was a hobby more than anything. I never got good enough to be…off book,” you explained, gesturing to the mess as if it were evident.

Carol smiled. “Well, I’m sure we can fix this. Let’s see what we’ve got…” Carol got to work grabbing ingredients and adding them to the mix. She explained what she was doing as she went, giving you some helpful tips while you listened intently. Finally, the cookies were mixed, scooped, and in the oven, a timer set to go off when they were done.

“So,” Carol chimed, washing her hands, “what’s the occasion? Or did you just feel like baking cookies?” You smiled.

“Honestly, I just don’t know what to do with myself. I have guard duty, sure, but only for part of the day. I feel useless the rest of the time,” you said, exasperation creeping into your voice.

Carol nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I’ve been feeling that way too. The sweet old lady act gets you far, but it also gives you nothing to do. Why do you think I’ve been trying so many new recipes?” she mused, taking a seat beside you.

You sighed. “I wish I was out there with Daryl. At least then I’d be doing something useful. It was so…simple, out there. I mean, it was hard, but we only had one task: survive. Here, back in the ‘real world,’ everything’s so complicated,” you said, anxiously picking at your fingernails as you spoke.

Carol listened, nodding along. You could tell she understood what you were saying, could feel the difference like you could. The surprising toll it took on you was eating away at her too. She reached for your hand.

“This type of living is overly complicated, yes, but we have to remember some things. One, these people don’t know what it’s like out there. They’re weak,” she said, “and we’ve gone through a lot more than they have. It makes sense for us to be bored, to feel useless. We’re being forced to adapt to their way of living.”

You smiled at her, nodding as she spoke. You didn’t like to join in with Rick and Carol when they diminished these people’s experiences, but you couldn’t help but agree with some of their sentiments. These people had no idea what life was like out there, the hardships you’d faced. It was hard to connect with people who could never understand.

“Here’s the most important thing,” Carol continued. “We’re still here, alive, and we get to be here, within a civilization. That comes with responsibilities, yes, but also choices. We can choose who we want to be here. Who we want to be with. What we can do.”

You furrowed your brows, her words sinking in and forcing your thoughts inward. Who did you want to be? Who did you want to be with? How could you know these things about yourself when you’d been moving day-to-day for so long?

You thought back to the prison, the last time you were all “safe” and “within a civilization.” All the time you’d spent there, hunting in the woods, keeping watch in the tower, laughing around the bonfire. And who’d been beside you the whole time.

“Carol,” you interrupted, “when are Daryl and Aaron supposed to get back?” Carol grinned, instantly getting your meaning. She turned to read the clock on the wall behind her.

“They should be back any time now, actually,” she said. You smiled, squeezed her hand, and stood up.

“I’ll see you later, okay? We can taste test the cookies this evening,” you called, already at the front door. You didn’t wait for a response, just took off down the road.

There, at the gate, was Daryl Dixon, riding in on his motorcycle. Your best friend since the prison, the person you’d spent countless hours talking and laughing with, the man you’d come to love more than anything.

If this was your life now, then so be it. If you were given choices, you knew which path to take.

He was your choice. Who you wanted to be. Who you wanted to be with. Daryl was your answer to everything.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead #twd #twd x reader #carol peletier

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lily-blue · 9 months

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13 reasons why | reason no.10: they are enthusiastic about the holiday seasons

☆ characters: interim manager!soonyoung & rival!you (Eunseo - ‘97 liner) ☆ genre: coffee shop au, humour ☆ summary: you have always liked a good enemies to lovers story, but once your own y/n moments come knocking on your door, you come to realise that having a handsome rival is actually more tiring than it appears to be on paper ☆ words: 11,2k ☆ taglist: @dat-town, @soobin-chois

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Even though working at your grandparents’ small bubble tea and coffee shop had started as a convenient part-time job beside your studies, the youthful atmosphere of the place and the freedom you had with the menu had grown on you through the years. Hence, when you had eventually graduated and gotten rejected by eight IT companies within a single month, you had decided to take on more responsibility in the family business. Your grandfather was nearing eighty-two after all, and your grandmother had always had a hard time not pampering him when he showed the tiniest signs of discomfort. With your chronic back pain that seemed to run in the family, you had never blamed the woman for spoiling the old man. Some days you wished you had someone who drew you hot baths and gave you amazing massages in the tub, too. Not that you wanted to picture your grandparents in a similar scenario.

Shaking your head with a carefree laugh, you placed the freshly made biscuits on a porcelain plate and carried the sweet dessert to the only occupied table in the shop. It was already past nine, which meant you were off the clock for the day, but as the granddaughter of the owners and the person who had spent almost every day behind the counter in the past six months, no one had the right to tell you that you weren’t allowed to have your friend over for some tea and biscuits while you were making the usual inventory rounds.

‘I was about to make some chocolate-banana biscuits this time, you know, nothing too crazy, but then I saw the caramel candies in the jar on the counter and I couldn’t help myself,’ you explained what had inspired your latest experiment with your desserts, pointing at the jar somewhere behind your back with your thumb from above your shoulder. ‘Feel free to say they taste like shit if they’re bad,’ you added with a sheepish smile like you always did when Hoyeon was about to have the first bite of your biscuits you couldn’t have taste-tested first. Unfortunately, your acne prone skin hated chocolate, so you tried to minimise your intake to zero.

‘Next time I’ll make sure to introduce you to Mingyu’s girlfriend. She’s a food critic and a really good one. I’m sure she would give you better feedback than I could ever do,’ the older girl said, even though she didn’t hesitate to take a huge bite from the biscuit. She was a huge supporter of your baking from day one, but because of her mild addiction to said dessert and the fact that she didn’t have a single rude bone in her body, she tended to compliment your biscuits even when they were too bitter due to the amount of cocoa powder you had used.

Still, you appreciated her gentle insights each and every time. You also liked watching her eat with such enthusiasm. Her facial expressions and exaggerated hums never failed to make you smile.

‘Oh? His granny finally found someone he actually likes?’ You inquired on your way back to the counter where you started to make a list of those ingredients you should have ordered some more of in the morning. You might not have known Mingyu super well - you could have counted on one hand how many times the two of you had spoken since Seungcheol had opened Coffee Carat -, but you were pretty up to date with the everyday happenings at the coffee shop on other side of the park because of your friendship with the owner’s fiancée.

Hoyeon liked talking about the guys like they were either her annoying older brothers or her precious babies. She was such a mom friend.

‘Nah, she’s the one who wrote that harsh criticism about our cupcakes. He took it a bit too seriously when he decided to change her mind about his baking skills,’ Hoyeon said, the amusement in her voice too obvious to miss. You had faintly remembered the day when your friend had told you about the article that had caused a temporary drop in the number of their customers, but since she hadn’t mentioned it ever since, you had assumed that the situation had been the exemplary case of “every storm runs out of rain”.

The thought that the tall baker had managed not only to score a date with the critic who had called his cupcakes average, but to successfully make it official with her in such a short period of time made you smile to yourself. You had always loved a good enemies to lovers story, so theirs only made you feel more certain that your Y/N moments were also waiting for you somewhere out there. Maybe, you should have gotten out more often.

Speaking of which….

‘Are you excited about Saturday?’ You asked your friend, stealing a quick glance at her from behind the counter. The closer the official date came, the more anxious you felt because of the biscuits you had promised to bake for their wedding, but to your surprise, Hoyeon rarely spoke about the big day recently. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought that she had completely forgotten she would get married in three days.

‘I am, but not as much as I expected to be,’ she confessed as she shoved another piece of food into her mouth. She looked unbothered. Hell, she sounded pretty unbothered, too. You could have never. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m not happy or that I love Seungcheol any less, it’s just…’ she tried to put her thoughts into words that you could understand, so you didn’t push. Instead, you gave her as much time as she needed while you checked the storage room. You would need to order more recycled plastic cups from Rina and twelve bags of tapioca pearls, too. ‘We’re already living together. It doesn’t feel like such a big step.’

You nodded with a low hum in the back of your throat. What she said made perfect sense, actually.

‘You really are like a married couple, hah?’ You teased, relieved that their relationship with Seungcheol was as good as ever, hence you had been worried for no reason. You didn’t particularly like being wrong, but situations like this were obviously exceptions.

While you were talking about when you should have arrived at the venue on Saturday with all those sweets you planned to bake for them, you started to pack the unsold pastries into plastic containers. You were at the third box, a little bummed that you had so many cupcakes left that no one had wanted to buy, when Hoyeon made a light-hearted comment on how you might have also found someone at their wedding as her fiancé still had handsome yet single friends despite many of them getting in a serious relationship since the coffee shop had opened two years ago. Her silly way of advertising her boys plastered a small smile on your face.

‘I heard Joshua is off the market again,’ you chirped in, putting the full containers aside and turning towards the machines you had to scrub clean. ‘Too bad, I could picture myself going home from the party with him,’ you admitted, finding it almost amusing that usually, by the time you heard about Joshua’s break-up, he was already with another girl. It was like some higher power didn’t want you to shoot your shot with him at all, although the guy matched your ideal type nicely. He was attentive, always made sure to compliment you when you met and hadn’t belittled your effort when he had accidentally gotten to know that you had failed as a web developer before you could have started your career.

‘Argh, let’s not talk about those two, Seungcheol is already out of the game and if they don’t break up until the day after our wedding, Jeonghan can boss us around for a whole week. The both of us,’ Hoyeon complained, her mood getting sour only momentarily, until she shoved another chocolate-banana and caramel candy biscuit into her mouth.

You shook your head with a smile.

‘You should really stop making these bets. They just aren’t worth it,’ you advised, unsure whom you should have felt more sorry for. It might have been Joshua’s inevitable heartbreak on the line, but regardless of your conflicted feelings about the morality of these games, you were aware that whoever was the subject of them, they also knew about the competition. On the other hand, was it really worth risking giving so much power to Yoon Jeonghan for the mere possibility of controlling his life for a week? Highly unlikely.

Yet, they did it each and every time.

‘But they are,’ Hoyeon argued, telling you about that one time early into their relationship when Seungcheol had still lived with Jeonghan and Joshua and he had won the right to send the boys away from home without giving them any explanation. She claimed those had been the most peaceful movie night dates they had before her fiancé had found a nice apartment for them and Kkuma.

Once the biscuits were gone, Hoyeon offered to help you with cleaning the customer area and you accepted her help with a grateful smile. She didn’t have to, you would have gladly kept her entertained while closing the shop, but she did every time, the sweetheart she was.

Right on time, about an hour after Coffee Carat had closed its doors as well, Seungcheol knocked on the door of Freefall to pick up his fiancée. Before leaving, he asked you whether you needed any help with your old machines or if you had any boxes or sacks that were too heavy for you to carry from one place to another, but you just waved him off with a smile.

‘Eyes on the road!’ You said them goodbye, asking Seungcheol to make sure they both got home in one piece despite the late night traffic.

Closing the shop, you headed home ten minutes later. The small studio apartment you rented two corners from Freefall greeted you with silence and a sweet smell you couldn’t have described in any other way than home.

The traditional wedding ceremony didn’t last longer than an hour, and while both Seungcheol and Hoyeon (and their parents) looked amazing in their hanbok, you were grateful for it. As much as you loved reading about love, you had always had a hard time sitting still for a longer period of time. You would have hated it if they had thought you didn’t enjoy their big day - because you did! - just because you had your own shortcomings and more frequently than not, you felt antsy when you didn’t have anything productive to do.

Munching on your lower lip, you leaned closer to the myriad of desserts that were placed on one side of the venue, so that you could read their funny descriptions that had been written by Hoyeon and smell-test them before choosing which ones you would have liked to try.

‘You should try those! They might not look as fancy as the shortcakes, but those biscuits are fantastic. I’m telling you, I’ve already eaten like,’ the boy in the elegant, white shirt and deep orange dress pants claimed, counting on his fingers slowly with his eyes focusing on nothing in particular. ‘Six or seven. And I keep coming back for more!’

You took a moment to observe his features: the bright, genuine-looking smile on his face, his almond-shaped eyes that were barely visible due to how excited and happy he appeared to be and his fluffy black hair; a few stubborn strands were covering a part of his forehead. He looked handsome in an adorable way you had never before considered manly. Until now.

‘Aren’t you afraid I’ll eat all of them if they are really that good?’ You teased, paying close attention to his reaction. Despite assuming the best - you doubted either of the newlyweds would have invited douchebags for their wedding unless they were family -, you didn’t know him. And you didn’t feel like engaging in anything but a short conversation with someone who got offended easily. Your jokes could get pretty controversial after three tequila shots.

For a couple of seconds, the two of you were staring at each other with intent. Then, the boy shrugged nonchalantly and reached for a cinnamon biscuit that was one of the most basic flavours you had prepared for today. Initially, you had intended to bake your most special creations for the party after the ceremony, but on Thursday morning Seungcheol had dropped a sly comment on how obsessed Hoyeon was with this particular flavour and you couldn’t not have made five dozen of them when they were the bride’s recent favourite.

‘I don’t mind sharing, especially with someone so beautiful,’ he said, and instead of lifting the sweets in front of his mouth with his bare hand, you were surprised to realise that he was using a textile napkin to hand it to you.

‘Smooth, aren’t you?’ You asked, but accepted the baked good with a soft smile on your face, biting off a huge piece of it, not shying away just because it wasn’t too lady-like. If the boy couldn’t have handled this much, he wouldn’t have survived seeing you munching on burgers or pizza happily.

Gosh, were you already thinking about spending some time with him in different settings? Well, he had indeed passed the vibe check so far, but it wasn’t like you had known him for longer than two minutes. It must have been the wedding’s doing; it was messing with your head, making you borderline desperate.

Luckily, the boy couldn’t read your mind.

‘With so many couples around, you kind of have to be,’ he explained with a smile as he took a banana-chocolate and caramel candy biscuit in his hand. ‘You know, so that you could play it safe and say you didn’t mean that way when the other person’s partner shows up to punch you in the face out of freaking nowhere,’ he added, coaxing an amused scoff out of you with those exaggerated hand gestures he was making.

‘That’s alarmingly specific,’ you joked, wondering if he had accidentally hit on someone with a girlfriend or a boyfriend in the past few hours or if he was talking about a past incident. For some reason, maybe because of the soft, rose-tinted patches on his neck, the possibility that he was talking about someone else or making the scenario up didn’t even cross your mind.

The boy’s embarrassed chuckle was adorable.

You reached for a caramel-apple shortcake next.

‘So… you didn’t mean it that way?’ You inquired after the first bite, the flavours dancing in your mouth, making it impossible to suppress the pleased moan that scratched your throat. It escaped the same moment you started your question, turning your cheeks the same colour as the boy’s neck was dressed in.

‘I mean, you’re drop dead gorgeous, so if you, by any chance, happen to be single, then I was definitely flirting with you, yeah,’ he admitted, ears burning by the time he stumbled over the last couple of words. So awkward. So endearing.

‘Good to know,’ you said with a hint of a smile in the corner of your lips before you took another bite from the shortcake and finished it by shoving the third in your mouth. Delicious. Should you have tried another flavour, too?

As you were contemplating which one you should go for, the mango-orange or the last piece of strawberry-crackers, you could feel the boy’s piercing eyes on you, but it wasn’t creepy or unpleasant. You did put more effort into your posture, though, straightening your back and tilting your head sideways just enough to give him a better view for the crook of your neck, but that was your business and no one else’s.

‘You didn’t like them?’ It was a half-question, half-statement, and you needed a few seconds to understand what he was talking about, but when you shifted your gaze from the table to his face and saw how fixated he was on the biscuits, it became crystal clear.

You shook your head, careful to not mess up your elegant, loose bun with the sudden motion.

‘I had more than enough of them while I was perfecting the recipe,’ you explained before you added as a clarification: ‘I made them.’

You didn’t mean to brag. In fact, you were determined to keep your voice nonchalant as if it hadn’t been a big deal, because you had already known he liked them enough to praise them in front of a stranger. You didn’t want him to think that you were full of yourself and found joy in deceiving him, even if only temporarily. However, the way the boy’s eyes lit up after your claim indicated anything but.

‘Really? Thank God Mingyu isn’t single anymore!’ He exclaimed, a relieved sigh escaping from his lips as he made a show out of wiping the nonexistent sweat off his forehead. He was so dramatic, but more entertaining than annoying.

‘Why? Afraid of a little competition?’ You teased, the thought that you should have gone easy on him and admitted that you weren’t interested in the baker anyway crossing your mind for a split second. But then again, where was the fun in that? It wasn’t like you were hurting his feelings on purpose. You didn’t even try to make him jealous, to be fair.

Whether it was your raised eyebrow or the tension in the air that grew with every second you spent in silence after your playful question, but the boy’s eventual reaction was everything a good comedian needed: wide eyes, parted lips and big hand gestures.

‘Hah! Not a chance! I love a good competition,’ he claimed with pride in every single word, fist tapping his chest multiple times in a manner that reminded you of gorillas from that one Disney movie about a kid who had grown up amongst them. Tarzan. The resemblance really cracked you up. Especially when he caught himself and let his hand fall back beside him with a pout. ‘Is there a competition, though?’

‘Why? Would you like to win me over?’ You pushed, just a little more, while you lifted the strawberry-cracker shortcake without whipped cream on the top in front of your lips.

‘I mean, this whole conversation already makes me feel like a winner, but…’

His unfinished sentence and the smug curve of his lips made you smile like a Cheshire cat, but you felt like he deserved to see your amusement on display after all that teasing, so you made no attempt at hiding your happiness from him. Coming to a wedding without a plus one was indeed a whole different experience. And not in the lonely, lowkey depressing way you had previously expected based on the number of couples who had been sat at the same table your name tag was on.

Speaking of name tags…

‘You could start with telling me your name,’ you suggested instead of calling him out on his lame pick-up line or whatever his comment had been supposed to be. You weren’t sure what it said about your personality and preferences or maybe, about your sense of humour, but you didn’t find his flirting too cringe just yet.

‘Soonyoung,’ he introduced himself eagerly and you told him your name in exchange with a less wide but equally genuine smile.

‘Well, Soonyoung, let’s drink some and hit up the dance floor,’ you suggested, grabbing one last shortcake from the table (the mango-orange one, obviously) before you led him towards the bar at the end of the food section. You hadn’t drunk more than a glass of champagne so far, but you were determined to catch up with the rest of the guests before you embarrassed yourself in front of everyone dear to Hoyeon and Seungcheol. You see, you loved dancing, you always had fun moving your hips and limbs for mainstream, upbeat music, however, you wouldn’t have called yourself particularly talented.

Still, you loved dancing. No one could keep you off the dance floor when the opportunity to shake your booty presented itself. Your friends’ wedding couldn’t have been the exception. You just needed a shot or two first.

‘You should be careful with this one. Our Hoshi is a lightweight. Like, light. His drunk face is literally in the dictionary, check it out when you hit up “feather”,’ Yoon Jeonghan warned you as soon as you reached the bar with Soonyoung; the name Hoshi vaguely familiar from your friend’s stories.

‘I am not,’ Soonyoung insisted and you shifted your gaze from the blacked-haired boy to the blondie before you decided to not care too much about which one of them was right and asked for eight tequila shots from the bartender - two from each, silver and gold, for the two of you.

Waiting for the drinks, you listened to Jeonghan’s stories about their bi-monthly dude nights with the guys and tried not to let your confusion show when he yet again warned you about Soonyoung’s drunk antics: some sort of tiger agenda, whatever that meant.

‘Okay, now how about I tell some stories to Yoohyeon noona about your sappy ass whenever you hit your limit, hah?’ Soonyoung threatened, but before he could have spilled the beans to the blonde girl who sat beside Jeonghan, your shots were served and you pulled on his sleeve to gain his attention.

‘I’m pretty sure she knows about his sappy side,’ you tried to keep the peace as you handed the first shot to Soonyoung and poured a bit of salt on his empty hand.

You both managed to drink three shots in a row before they hit, so you gave the remaining two to the couple and pulled Soonyoung towards the small crowd in front of the DJ booth. To say he was an amazing dancer would have been an understatement. He moved his body like he was made of liquid - and not the way your body was also 60% of water - and did it so effortlessly, you started to wonder whether you were the one who couldn’t hold her alcohol instead. Why did your arms move so awkwardly compared to his?

Whatever. The music was exhilarating, the crowd wasn’t suffocating and Soonyoung didn’t show any interest in anyone else around while he was with you, encouraging you and even joining you when you started to perform silly disco moves from the last century. It was easily one of the best days of your life.

‘Food break?’ The boy asked you before you noticed that you were actually out of breath and you nodded, letting him wrap his pretty, long fingers around your wrist before he elbowed his way through the mass. How could someone’s hold be so firm but gentle at the same time? Should you have asked him whether he had visited a nail technician before the wedding? He had such pretty hands!

‘Drinks, too,’ you shouted, so that he could hear it despite the music and based on how he shot you a smile from above his shoulder and squeezed your wrist simultaneously, you were pretty sure you had succeeded.

You ended up at one of the tables where the guests could comfortably eat and converse, far enough from the dance floor to protect your voice from the aftereffects of constant screaming, and ate some real food while you shared funny stories of your lives with each other and how the two of you had gotten to know the newlyweds. Of course, as the afternoon turned into early evening then midnight, the two of you talked a few words with almost everyone from the guest list, but you spent most of your time on the dance floor, in each others’ arms, as you blended into the crowd after each necessary break.

If you had been a more chaotic drunk, you might have shed a few tears of joy because of how freaking comfortable your high heels were.

‘Afterparty at mine?’ Soonyoung asked between two upbeat songs, his warm breath fanning over your neck, making you shiver because of the thin layer of sweat that coated your skin.

You looked around to check your surroundings; you weren’t sure why you felt the need, but it came naturally as though you had been seventeen again, hesitant to leave your friends behind because of a pair of pretty eyes and a smile that turned them into tiny crescends. It wasn’t like you were responsible for anyone in the building other than yourself nor had you come with another person. Not to mention that Soonyoung wasn’t a complete stranger, either. As it had turned out during the party, he was actually close friends with many of your own friends and acquaintances.

You could see Joshua sitting with Jeonghan and Seungcheol by the bar with only the latter two having their girlfriends close. They were drinking and laughing at something that made Joshua pout. If you had been less drunk, you might have been able to put the puzzle pieces together, but with your mushy brain, the only conclusion you could come to was that they looked lost in their own world. You didn’t want to disturb them.

‘Let’s go,’ so you said, not registering how utterly rude it was that you didn’t say goodbye to anyone whom you didn’t bump into on your way out or that you wouldn’t be able to apologise to the newlyweds in person for two weeks - they would leave for their honeymoon in Thailand and Laos early afternoon, which meant meeting up with you would be the last thing on their priority list. That, and you would most probably be sleeping out your hangover somewhere. Preferably, at home.

Or maybe, at Soonyoung’s place as you were heading there for the promised afterparty with a pleased smile on your face and feather-like kisses on your bare shoulder in the backseat of a cab you didn’t remember calling.

Did you have expectations? Maybe. Did the two of you lick into each other’s mouth as soon as the front door closed shut behind your back? Absolutely.

Yet, once you reached Soonyoung’s bedroom and you fell onto his bed, you knew having sex with the boy was off the table. If it hadn’t been, he would have hovered over you and kept kissing you instead of laying down by your side.

‘Can we not take a shower right now? I’m sooo tired,’ the boy mumbled against your upper arm, his nose nuzzling the edge of your shoulder. You couldn’t see his face from this angle, but you were sure his eyes were already closed.

‘I mean, sure, I guess,’ you whispered back, feeling the tiredness creeping in slowly. Maybe, it was for the better. Having a one night stand with one of Hoyeon’s boys wouldn’t have been the wisest decision of your life even though a part of you still craved Soonyoung’s touch despite how heavy your eyelids were.

‘Yey!’ Soonyoung’s arm knocked the air out of your lungs as it swung over your chest, his excitement absolutely beyond you. Still, it would have been a lie to say that you didn’t enjoy the way he hugged you close like you were his human-sized teddy bear. ‘You’re the best! The coolest person,’ he exclaimed happily, coaxing an airy chuckle out of you with his child-like behaviour. He was so ridiculous.

That night, you fell asleep in your sweaty clothes, atop of the softest blankets that would have felt like heaven over you, listening to Soonyoung’s endless chatter about how much he loved his mom, but how she would have forced him to take a shower immediately. At that point, it was lost on you why the woman refused to appear in your dreams. Certainly, you knew more details about her habits than you knew about your own parents’.

In the morning, you regretted not insisting on taking a shower before falling asleep. You also felt like you were about to get sick. Not because of how gross you felt or how bad both of you smelled, but because your throat was sore. Your body had definitely missed the warmth of a blanket over the night.

Was your head hurting because of the blinding light that came through the windows or was it your hangover? With your luck, it could be both.

Letting out a groan, you carefully lifted the boy’s arm off your middle and sat up, looking for your balance and the will to move. It would have been so easy to just lay back and stare out of your head. You could have even gone for a morning quicky with…

Yeah, it would have been wiser if you had just left.

Taking one last glance at the sleeping boy, you bit back an amused chuckle at the sight of his drooling face. Gross, but in some weird way, cute as well. Could you have developed a crush on someone so different from all the boyfriends you had ever had? Of course, it had to be one of Hoyeon’s boys.

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself up into a standing position, then left the flat without leaving as much as a note behind. If he wanted to see you again, he knew where to find you. It wasn’t like you were running away from him. But he had never asked for your kkt ID, either, or any of your other contact information through the night.

You refused to believe wanting some reassurance that the boy planned to stay in touch with you was a bitch move. You had every right to keep your walls up regardless of what you had done or hadn’t done a couple of hours ago.

What you hadn’t expected, though, was Soonyoung storming into Freefall three days later, before your grandparents’ bubble tea and coffee shop would have opened for the customers, accusing you of playing dirty. As you furrowed your eyebrows, confusion clearly written on your face, your fingers turned white around the orange white board marker in your hand. The door should have had the CLOSED sign on. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been standing on a ladder, finishing up the decoration for the Halloween season instead of standing behind the cash register in your uniform.

With your back to the front door, you took a deep breath and let your hand fall by your side; then you took hold of the ladder, so that you could climb down without breaking a bone. As you turned around and raised a challenging brow at the boy, you wondered how you could have missed the crazy glint in his eyes last time. Because as you were staring daggers at him, it was clear as day that he was nuts as hell.

‘Playing dirty? How so?’ You asked, linking your arms in front of your chest to show him he did not intimidate you, although your stiff posture might have looked defensive on second thought. Whatever. You simply raised your chin higher.

‘Carved pumpkins instead of fake pumpkins?’ He pointed at the scary-looking decoration you had put out the day before, the scoff that escaped his mouth mocking. ‘POPcorn maze in the customer area?’ He huffed, stomping his feet. ‘Pumpkin latte?’

You rolled your eyes at the last addition. Did he really think he had any right to call dibs on serving pumpkin latte in October? And since when had he worked in a coffee shop to begin with? Wasn’t he a choreographer at his bestie’s workplace or what?

‘What does any of these have to do with you?’ You inquired, scolding yourself mentally for assuming that he had been hinting at your night together (and the way you had left) when he had walked into the shop. Clearly, it was all about your handmade decoration that had been inspired by the moodboards you had seen on Pinterest.

As far as you were concerned, he had no idea who he was screaming at like a child.

‘I’m the manager at Coffee Carat until the owner is on his honeymoon. You know, the coffee shop you’re stealing your ideas from,’ he accused you, his stupid index finger pointing at you like he knew no manners. Based on his complaints about his nagging mother, you would have thought she had raised a decent son. What a waste of looks!

‘Not that I owe you any explanation, but I found these ideas on the internet. Also, thinking that pumpkin latte is something you owe is really entitled of you,’ you said. The longer he was staring at you with those vengeful eyes, the more frustrated you felt. ‘There’s still half an hour until the shop opens, by the way. So, as the manager of this shop, I need to ask you to take your baseless accusations somewhere else, Kwon Soonyoung!’

Even from the generous distance that separated the two of you, you could see it in the boy’s eyes when the realisation hit him: those chocolate orbs became twice as big as their usual size and it seemed he had momentarily forgotten how to blink.

‘You…’ he mumbled, his gaze sliding to the displays on your left and the boards above your head you still had to finish. ‘The biscuits…’

It was hard not to find the situation ridiculous, but you refused to acknowledge the comedy in his taken aback features that slowly morphed into something indecipherable. Was he happy to see you again? Was he mortified that he had accused you of stealing ideas that weren’t even his to begin with? Did he feel regret for acting so rude?

If any of these cases was true, he didn’t admit it. Instead, he let out a puff of air and linked his arms, checking you out from the top of your head to your torso - the last part of your body he could see from where he was standing.

‘If you think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re pretty and fun and smell like candies, you’re dead wrong,’ the boy said with his chin held high, making you scoff with his claim. You genuinely didn’t get what his deal was. Why did he take his time to come over to your shop to scream at you when he was only an interim manager and your coffee shops weren’t even competitors. Freefall mostly lived off on its bubble teas and biscuits while Coffee Carat served more quality coffees and amazing pastries.

Not to mention that you were close friends with Hoyeon, hence with Seungcheol as well. Had he not put two and two together considering that the two of you had met at their wedding? Or did he seriously believe that you were the kind of person who would have used their absence to your advantage and undermined their business? With what? Halloween themed decoration? It made no freaking sense.

You were about to tell Soonyoung that there was something seriously wrong with him when he spun on his heels and turned his back to you. He walked out the door without a proper goodbye - you couldn’t help but wonder whether it was his way of showing you how it felt to be on the receiving end of such an unpleasant exit -, the echo of the door sliding back into its frame filling the quiet atmosphere.

It took you longer than you would have ever admitted aloud to put yourself together once the silence sat on your chest. However, the time was ticking and you still had things to do before you opened the shop, so you willed your limbs to move.

You knew you had done nothing wrong or malicious when you had decided to change up the interior design of Freefall to suit the holiday season. You refused to let Soonyoung convince you of anything that suggested otherwise.

The following dawn, as you were walking to your grandparents’ bubble tea and coffee shop from your flat, you took a detour. You didn’t mean to spy on your rival, but last night you had been too tired to check out what Soonyoung had been so upset about and you would have much preferred knowing what you were up against. After all, that grown ass child had acted like he was about to march into war. It was both scary and ridiculous.

You considered yourself a laid back, chill person in your whole life. You weren’t one who got easily intimidated, either. You hadn’t broken down and thought that your life had been about to end when you couldn’t have secured a nice office job with your degree. Yet, you felt a tad bit jittery when you put the edges of your palms on the window of Coffee Carat and peeked into the building.

‘What the…’ you breathed, barely able to comprehend all the changes the interior design had gone through since the wedding. Instead of the usual, light brown and beige colours, the shop was dominated by dark grey and orange. There were (hopefully) fake spiderwebs around the windows and the coffee machines. The boards had the same skeleton and pumpkin drawings you had finished the day before just before opening and there was a POPcorn maze on one side of the customer area, the kpop version of it just like in Freefall.

Ever since Seungcheol had opened the shop, you had never seen Coffee Carat looking this… this during any of the Western holiday seasons.

‘A-ha! I knew it!’ You heard a familiar voice from behind you and your entire body tensed as you had thought you still had time. Why was he here so early in the morning when even the place’s owner preferred to show up later, a mere hour and a half before opening?

You should have still had time.

‘What? I didn’t do anything,’ you protested, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so lame. Because really, hearing these cheap lines, even you wouldn’t have believed yourself despite knowing more than anyone that this wasn’t what it looked like.

To make it worse, you spun around with the speed of lightning, like touching the window had burnt you: like you had been caught red-handed, when you hadn’t been. You had never stolen a single thing in your life, stealing stupid decoration ideas would have been the last thing you would have started your criminal career with.

Soonyoung narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the right. Fists balled up, you wished you could have wiped that stupid frown off his face.

‘I’m off to work,’ you claimed, hating the feeling of powerlessness and the palpable tension in the chilly, morning air. You craved to be in control.

So you bid your goodbye with mocking respect and turned your back to the boy, determined to get to the pedestrian crossing before the lights turned red again. Obviously, it was too far for you to succeed, but at least Soonyoung didn’t follow you. He seemed to be more than content with the reaction he had coaxed out of you.

That and with those smug accusations he screamed after you.

‘If you weren’t guilty, you wouldn’t run away. You’ve just proved I was right all along.’

You hated him for his confidence when it was clear to you that he was wrong and you hated yourself even more for giving Soonyoung fake evidence that only fueled his desire to destroy you in this ridiculous, coffee-centric Battle royal you had no intention to play.

The first week while Hoyeon and Seungcheol were away was both heaven and hell. On one hand, your childish competition with Soonyoung helped your creativity: you came up with new recipes every other day, you went as far as carving little skeleton bones from the jellies you put into your bubble teas and you managed to organise a daily lottery in which the more receipts a customer had, the bigger chance they got to win themselves a handmade keychain or bracelet and other boba-themed prices. Due to your immense effort, there were more people in the shop during the past days than in the previous months combined and that was huge. It was freaking awesome!

On the other hand, you hadn’t felt so emotionally and physically drained since your uni days. It was hard to have a new, original idea every day; not to mention the extra hours you needed to spend on turning each one of them into reality. Because those cute keychains and bracelets didn’t create themselves. The jelly didn’t become bone-shaped overnight on its own. Not to mention how tiring it was to banter with Soonyoung each morning before opening just for him to shop up after closing as well, bragging about their sales.

Of course, you could have locked him out, but as much as you didn’t want to admit, the boy’s extremes inspired you when you let your last remaining brain cell spread its wings in his company. Usually, you were carving jellies by the time he closed the shop on the opposite side of the park, so it wasn’t like you had to stand or move your stiff limbs around too much. You just sat still, like you did at that moment, humming along his endless chatters with your gaze fixed on the fruity goods.

‘It’s a Korean-Italian fusion Mingyu came up with. It was sold out in an hour,’ he claimed with his whole chest, sliding a familiar food container towards you with two slices of creamy cakes in it. At first glance, they looked like classic tiramisu, but they were orange-coloured and smelled like vanilla and pumpkin instead of freshly brewed coffee.

‘I thought it’s sold out,’ you commented with a brow raised in challenge before you turned back to your jellies. Based on the sales of the last two days, you needed to carve at least one more kilo of these and it was already nearing eleven. You genuinely wondered whether the holiday season was really worth the hype.

‘Yeah, but then Mingyu made some more. Obviously,’ he replied, pushing the container closer to you, urging you to have a bite. And honestly, they looked mouth-watering.

‘Obviously,’ you hummed, putting aside your work for a moment, so that you could fish out the metal dessert fork from beside the cake and have a bite from the baker’s new creation.

You didn’t expect Soonyoung to stand up and walk towards the counter for a pair of plastic gloves, but you were grateful for it deep down. Even if you watched him with hawk eyes as he tried his best to turn your regular jellies into Halloween-themed ones for God knew why. Shouldn’t he have been happy that you allowed him to steal some of your time? Should you have been more wary of his skills?

‘What are you doing?’ You asked suspiciously, taking another, bigger bite from the creamy cake that melted in your mouth. It tasted like a pumpkin pie, but it was lighter like you were cutting bites from a sweetened cloud with distinct vanilla flavour. Genius.

‘Making sure you get in bed before midnight,’ he retorted and you scoffed without malice when his smile became bigger at the sight of his own work. He looked so proud of himself, you decided to let him have this moment and enjoy the sweet treat instead.

Once the dessert was gone, you got up from your seat and stretched your body. Then, you walked up to the counter and poured some tea for the both of you into porcelain mugs, but with lots of tapioca pearls.

‘Here,’ you said when you slid the brown mug closer to him and took a seat from across him with your own bowl of jellies in front of you.

You intended to work in complete silence, so that you could have finished for the day as soon as possible, but Soonyoung had different plans. Between two sips, he chatted your ears off about his best friend and the guy’s girlfriend who apparently worked for the same company the two of them did. He told you about this new project Jihye was working on on her own - the very first mini album she composed without Jihoon -, then made you promise that you wouldn’t talk about this top secret comeback to anyone you knew. As if he hadn’t been the one who couldn’t have kept his mouth shut! The audacity.

You rolled your eyes and refused to swear secrecy.

‘Do your grandparents know you work so late?’ He asked at the end, breaking the momentary silence and making you look at him with indecipherable feelings in your eyes.

You didn’t understand why he asked. Admittedly, you didn’t understand why he stayed after he had rubbed their new dessert’s success into your wounds; your pumpkin-chocolate biscuit had been a huge failure that day. In hindsight, you should have gone for a combination you could have actually taste-tested yourself. A lesson that had been relearned the hard way.

You missed Hoyeon so much.

‘No, they don’t. But it’s only because of the stupid war you started, so they don’t have to know,’ you said, intending to keep your messed up sleep schedule from your grandparents as long as possible. Normally, you didn’t like lying. It made you antsy because you were bad at remembering those details that made your semi-truths believable and often got caught at the worst moments possible. However, you told yourself no October lasted forever. Making them worried because of a couple of extra hours of work would have been useless. ‘It’s temporary.’

Based on your history with Soonyoung - short but impactful -, you expected him to push you a bit, maybe call you out on lying and neglecting your health. In response to these, you would have kindly told him that you had been through worse in university and once again reminded him that it was all his fault. But he remained silent and with that… with that, you had no idea what to do.

You glanced at him a little worried and seeing the pout on his lips, you kept staring, trying to figure out what could have been going on in his head.

You were aware that you weren’t subtle about where your focus lay, but it still took you off guard when Soonyoung noticed and he masked his emotions immediately. Within seconds, his almost sad pout turned into a smug grin and his eyes disappeared because of his fake happiness. You might not have been friends, more like frenemies, really, but for some reason, you didn’t like that he felt he couldn’t be himself around you.

‘Like what you see?’ He teased you, the pick-up line as old as time and twice as cringe, but you just shook your head and turned back to your jellies.

‘Just keep carving those jellies and sipping on your drink. You said you wanted me in bed by midnight,’ you reminded him with a small, hidden smile in the corner of your mouth. His red cheeks and slightly parted lips were enough to bring your mood back up. In fact! While he was trying to come up with a cool, sassy comeback, you mapped out whole ass dialogues in your head, entertaining yourself with your own hypothetical remarks that aimed at turning the boy redder.

Sure, their desserts sold better, their coffee tasted better, but at the end of the day, at least he couldn’t beat you in your own game. Flirting shamelessly while you were switching between acting coy and as though you were down to anything was your element. You thrived off his amused scoffs and unconscious stutters.

That day, only your endless banters were longer than the night itself. However, you managed to finish the rest of the jellies almost twenty minutes before midnight, which gave you plenty of time to get home before the clock hit 12 AM. You might have refused to let the boy walk you home once he figured out you lived close and failed to get under the sheets before the new day officially began, but you did text Soonyoung when your head hit the pillow. You fell asleep not long after, for the unmistakable sound of an incoming message wishing you sweet dreams.

During the second week, some days were spent in a good mood regardless of your sales, some days were horrible and you wished you had been able to act like you were the bigger person and never engaged with a lunatic (affectionate?) like Kwon Soonyoung. Because the dude had difficulties sensing your boundaries and you snapped easier when you were running on four hours of sleep.

The worst part was the immense amount of guilt that overwhelmed your sense whenever the silence embraced you after you raised your voice at the boy. It made you feel like you were one of those people you had never gotten along with because of your harsh humour: people who took every joke personally. Self-loathing didn’t match well with your usual vibe. On the other hand, it generously contributed to your sour mood hidden behind your customer service smiles.

A teeny tiny voice in your head told you that you should have told Soonyoung to stop with this nonsense. He must have already figured it out that you had never intended to copy their decoration and their damned pumpkin latte that he had never had an ownership over. So what was the point of fighting?

As you called for the customer who had ordered a large Cantaloupe milk tea and handed over the drink with a smile, the same voice, with a pinch of mockery to it, called you out mentally on how playful banters and late night snacks shared over personal anecdotes didn’t count as fighting. You frowned, knowing more than anyone that if you had wanted to shut the boy out of your life, you could have easily locked the door after the last customer left Freefall. Yet, you never did.

The realisation that you wanted the holiday season to end as much as you didn’t want the boy to go back to working as a full-time choreographer left a bitter taste in your mouth. What kind of insane person developed a crush on someone so impossible? Soonyoung had been making your life four times harder since your lives had crossed paths. You let out a dramatic sigh. You had never pegged yourself as a masochist before.

Taking a new plastic cup into your hand, you reached for the metal ladle that you used for the tapioca pearls and poured a generous amount into the empty container to prepare the next drink: a medium sized Matcha milk tea.

‘Hey,’ you heard a faintly familiar voice from the other side of the counter. You stole a glance at the customer from above your shoulder and acknowledged his presence with a small nod before you turned back towards the tea you were making.

‘I’ll be there in a moment,’ you promised with your back to Soonyoung, silently wondering what he was doing at your shop so early. Even if it had been him who had opened the coffee shop this morning and Wonwoo had been the one who closed it, it was only 1 PM. He knew you didn’t sell anything at Freefall that could have been considered a nutritious, filling lunch.

Did he have his food container with him or something? It was true that you couldn’t have seen it from where you were standing.

Once the cup sealing machine did its magic, you called for the customer who had paid for the Macha milk tea, then turned towards Soonyoung with your palms on the countertop.

‘What can I get for you?’ You asked, your head tilted to the right, left eyebrow raised slightly. What you really wanted to ask was what he was doing here in the middle of the day when he had never once been at the shop when it was open for customers. You couldn’t help but feel alarmed due to the sudden change.

‘I’m sorry,’ he blurted out, his gaze weirdly fixated on the biscuit display and those colourful, plastic straws that were stuffed in a cylinder-shaped container next to the cash register. Your right eyebrow caught up with the other one, wrinkling your forehead in the process.

‘For what?’ You asked, his reasons genuinely lost on you. Sure, he had done many things in your short acquaintanceship that rubbed you the wrong way, but you were fairly certain that you had pissed him off just as many times in return with your snarky remarks. Neither of you had ever said sorry at those moments, but neither of you had been affected by the incidents afterwards, either.

If you wanted to be completely honest, his sudden urge to apologise was unnerving. It had a feel of finality to it as though he wanted to clear the air before disappearing on you.

‘For this whole thing. I got too excited about being the best manager and… I’ve never wanted to stress you out,’ he explained and honestly, it was too easy to admit that you missed the big hand gestures that usually accompanied his rambles.

‘Where’s this coming from?’ You asked, trying to keep your cool instead of overthinking what could have possibly been going on in his mind. With Soonyoung, it had never been easy to see the logic behind the word vomits that left his mouth. But you loved the challenge and had learned with time that all you needed to do was ask. He was chaotic by nature, but he had the patience to explain almost anything to you in detail two or three times in a row while you were willing to listen. Hell. You just had to ask! ‘If it’s because I screamed at you yesterday, it’s fine. I came in sooner today and made enough tapioca pearls for the day, no biggie. I was just tired,’ you reassured him with a pseudo-nonchalant wave of your hand.

In hindsight, you could see that you must have crossed a line last night when Soonyoung had accidentally dropped a 10 litre cooking pot’s worth of tapioca pearls on the floor while he had been holding the ladder for you behind the counter, meaning you not only needed to clean up the mess, but also remake the whole thing. (Not to mention the waste of ingredients.) Still, at that moment your frustration had felt justified, so you didn’t intend to apologise. However, saying that you two were fine was something you could do with your chest.

‘Actually, hyung said I should come over and apologise for my actions on my own if I don’t want him to drag me over here by my ear,’ Soonyoung admitted after the momentary silence, somehow turning it even deeper with his confession. For a second, you were seriously at a loss for words.

But then, you failed to contain your laughter. How was someone like him real?

‘So now you’re sorry or not?’ You asked, half-amused, half-bewildered due to the unexpected turn of events. You had already had a hard time keeping up with the apology, but finding out that it hadn’t even been his idea to begin with was seriously messing with your head. It gave you a whiplash. Should you have been angry with him that he had come here to give you an insincere apology? Should you have felt relieved that seemingly he hadn’t meant to change your dynamic?

‘Well, if I really stressed you out, then yes. Otherwise, not really,’ he said and lacking a better reaction, you let out a scoff-like chuckle. At least, he was honest till the end; it provided you some familiarity you could hold onto. It pulled you out from your messy thoughts and helped you get back in the game.

‘I mean, you can be a bit too much sometimes and you clearly have no idea when not to push someone…’ you teased because it was your thing from the get-go and it would have been such a shame to waste the perfect opportunity to shift things back to normal. ‘But I wasn’t too nice all the time, either, so I guess it’s fine. I enjoy our late night snacks more than I’d like to admit,’ you added with a tight lipped smile.

You weren’t proud of your mistakes, but you could admit it when you were in the wrong.

‘Me too!’ He exclaimed happily, drawing some of your customers’ attention at himself with his loud voice before he sheepishly lifted his hand to his nape and started to scratch it. ‘Though, I got fired an hour ago.’

You furrowed your brows and Soonyoung dived into the story without further interrogation. Lips ridiculously kissable and pouty, the boy explained that now that Seungcheol was back, his hyung didn’t need extra help at the coffee shop and that when he had been joking around, asking his friend what he would do without such a capable manager in the future, the older man had kindly declined his help and let him know that the mental health of his employees would always be more important to him than their profit.

‘It turns out, Mingyu was complaining about me to them throughout their entire honeymoon. Can you believe it?’ He whined, the flicker of hurt in his eyes faint but visible. It urged you to wrap him up in your hands and pull his chin atop of your shoulder, so that you could pat his head and comfort him with your closeness.

But there were already new customers waiting for their turn behind his back, hence you had to set your priorities as the owner’s granddaughter straight.

‘Go wait at that table,’ you pointed at one of the empty spots in the temporary POPcorn maze where people could enjoy good music and check out numerous different kpop albums’ photo books courtesy of your cousin. You had offered free drinks for her and two of her friends for a whole month in exchange for her collection, but Eunhye said she was happy to help. She had also said these albums only collected dust in her bedroom, so it was nice that she could share them with your customers. She was such an angel! ‘I’ll be there after I serve the customers.’

The promise earned a sweet smile from Soonyoung and it warmed your heart, but you had a job to do, so you quickly schooled your facial expressions and put on your customer service smile that was equally genuine, but in a different way.

As soon as the boy walked away from the counter, you turned towards the couple who took a step forward and took their order. You prepared them a medium iced tea and a large milk tea, then repeated the same process with four more people. You worked efficiently, hence it didn’t take that long. And you loved your job, so no matter how much you wanted to comfort Soonyoung at that moment, making sure that each and every customer got the best service you could offer didn’t feel like a bother at all.

It was Freefall’s policy that customers had to pick up their order at the counter. It was a must because your shop didn’t have any waitresses who could have walked around the customer area without the counter being left unsupervised. However, once you prepared a surprise Taro milk tea with bone-shaped jellies and tapioca pearls for Soonyoung, you decided to make an exception for him.

He had just gotten fired. Despite knowing from the beginning that it was a temporary job, he deserved some pampering. He loved being a manager at Coffee Carat.

‘Just so you know, you’re always welcomed here. Even after closing time. Even if you’re not a crazy, Halloween season-obsessed manager anymore,’ you teased when you placed the cup in front of him on the table.

He looked at the drink with wide eyes then shifted his gaze to you with an amused glint in those brown sugar orbs.

‘I was never!’ He linked his arms in front of his chest, pseudo-offended, but untied them soon, so that he could take the milk tea in his hand. Such a weirdo!

‘Sure, you were,’ you indulged him and patted his shoulder once, twice, three times before you walked back to the counter.

You tried not to stare at him while you were waiting for new customers, but regardless of your efforts, you saw the smile on his face when he took the first sip and that smug grin, too, that he shot in your direction when he left the bubble tea shop. He seemed happier.

He hadn’t visited you that night, but he came back to Freefall after closing time frequently in the following weeks. Without the illogical rivalry between you, there were less banters and more meaningful conversations passed around that filled the tranquil, past-sunset atmosphere while you were cleaning the shop. You got to know how close his relationship was with his family members and in exchange you explained to him why you had felt the need to move out from home despite staying in the same city where your parents and grandparents lived.

Your values were similar in many aspects, although you had your fair share of differences. For one, he couldn’t shut up while you were watching movies together and it got increasingly worse when it was something he had already seen. When he was around, it was impossible to not hear a spoiler every ten minutes, which meant that after the third time his rambles had gotten you frustrated, you had needed to come up with creative ways to soothe your urge to strangle him in a spoonful of water. Chips and popcorn were a must on those nights. He needed his mouth to be full to stay quiet.

You realised you were hopelessly gone for him nevertheless when your gossip sessions with Hoyeon started to involve your detailed reports about your not-date dates with the boy. You liked complaining about him in an endeared way to the older girl (mostly because she knew him personally, hence she considered both of your sides when she expressed her opinion) and listening to the older girl’s predictions about where your relationship was heading.

‘When’s your next day off?’ Soonyoung’s question reached your ears, pulling you back to the present. You looked up at him from the coffee machine, wondering when he could have arrived and just how deep you could have been in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard the bells above the front door.

‘Hm…’ you pondered, thinking through your schedule. You had promised your grandfather to supervise the restocking on Monday, but you were supposed to be free in the afternoon. ‘On Monday. Why?’

You put back the clean water container into the machine and wiped off the stray droplets from the counter.

‘Seungkwan, Chan and their girlfriends are going to an escape room date on Sunday. Was wondering whether we could join them, but it’s fine. Maybe, some other time,’ he said and took the mop in his hands with practised ease, getting to work immediately.

You let out a hum, chewing on your cheek from the inside as you were contemplating. The escape room date sounded fun and there were still three days until Sunday. Maybe, you could have made it work.

‘I’ll speak with grandpa. I might be able to make it work, but no promises,’ you said, earning a happy squeal from the boy. Seeing his obvious excitement, you linked your arms in front of your chest and shook your head. ‘Soonyoung, I said no promises,’ you reminded him in case he had misheard you, not wanting to put him into an uncomfortable position by cancelling the program at the last minute. It was better to be safe than sorry.

‘I know,’ he claimed, turning back to his work and breaking the silence within the next ten or so seconds.

As always, time flew quickly while you were filling the silence with mindless conversations. You asked him about the new choreo he was admittedly struggling with and you let him taste-test the new biscuit recipe you had a hard time perfecting. There was nothing unusual in your interactions: they were borderline shameless, flirty and light-hearted.

No wonder you were taken aback when Soonyoung hugged you from behind when you were about to grab your padded jacket and turn off the lights.

‘I really like you, you know?’ He murmured into the crook of your neck, his weight on your shoulders not too heavy, but slightly unpleasant after hours of working behind the counter. You couldn’t wait to stand under the shower head and let the warm water work its magic on the knots around your blade bones.

‘I had a feeling, but it’s always nice to hear,’ you teased, your answer playful and lacking any malice. You were confident that he knew you weren’t disregarding his feelings. You felt the same way.

The palm that slid over your tummy sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

‘Can I kiss you? I’d like to kiss you,’ Soonyoung inquired and you furrowed your brows due to his unexpected straightforwardness. It wasn’t like you had never kissed before, but neither of you had initiated anything more than reenergizing hugs and coy hand-holdings since your friends’ wedding.

You turned around in his arms, so that you could see his eyes.

‘Is everything okay?’ You asked, worry lacing your voice, and he shook his head, blushing. You raised an eyebrow to dare him to refuse to give you an honest answer.

‘Jeonghan hyung said you are out of my league. That I better shoot my shot before someone steals you away from me,’ the boy whispered, clearly embarrassed. If he hadn’t looked so vulnerable, you would have teased him how easy it was to manipulate him, to influence his decisions. Like when he had apologised to you because Seungcheol had told him so even though he hadn’t been sorry.

However, Soonyoung was clearly in a fragile state of mind, so you brushed aside the memory and cupped his cheeks gently.

‘And since when is Yoon Jeonghan a qualified relationship expert?’ You asked, shaking your head in disapproval. ‘Of course, you can kiss me,’ you gave him permission and a bit of extra push as well when he didn’t act on desires right away.

Soonyoung’s lips were fluffy albeit a little chapped. The press against your mouth light as a feather until he finally overcame his shock and reciprocated the kiss.

A part of you - a tiny voice suspiciously akin to Hoyeon’s - wanted to ask him about labels as soon as you came up for air, but then he leaned in again and your thoughts became scrambled like a poorly made omelett. The night didn’t stay on the path you would have preferred it to take, but ended up being just as delicious.

When you arrived at your place half an hour later, you weren’t just sleeping in your bed and unlike you, he didn’t leave in the morning. Instead, he took you on a breakfast date.

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#seventeen scenarios #caratwritersclub #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #hoshi x you #soonyoung x you #hoshi #ssbyme #seventeen series #coffee shop au

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The Decepticon House of Frights! (Part 1)

(Hey, long time no posting! In honor of the Halloween season, here's a spooky themed G1 fanfic. As this is in the G1 universe, I tried to write this like a legit episode, so expect nothing to make sense. Hopefully I'll finish this up by Halloween, but if not, oh well. We of Tumblr celebrate Halloween year-round anyway.)

(Warnings: None)

(AO3)

“I still don’t see the point of all this,” Ironhide grumbled.

Glancing his way, Bumblebee couldn’t help laughing as he watched the red Autobot struggle to remove spider webbing from his servos. Spike’s laughter mingled with his own and he felt the boy grip one of his horns so he wouldn’t topple off his shoulder.

“C’mon, Ironhide!” Spike teased, “How many times do I have to explain it?”

With a grunt of frustration, the pickup truck attempted to wipe his hands on the nearby control panel for Teletraan 1. Wheeljack’s not gonna like that, Bumblebee mused quietly. Carefully reaching down, the yellow Autobot grabbed the last handful of fake webbing and handed it to Spike. Ironhide glared at how easily he managed the task.

“I just think this whole Hallo-watchacallit is a waste of fuel,” he griped, “ ‘Specially when there’s Decepticons that need a poundin’.”

“Prime and the others have it covered,” Bumblebee reminded him for the umpteenth time, “We have our own mission to complete here.”

“Decoratin’ for some human holiday we know nothin’ about?”

“Precisely!” Bumblebee replied with a smile. Not waiting to receive the glare he knew Ironhide would throw at him, he turned back to Spike and watched as the boy pinned the last of the webs to the wall.

“That should do it!”

Stepping back, the two friends surveyed their handiwork, nodding to themselves.

“Spooky,” Bumblebee concluded, even though he didn’t understand why strands of thread were considered scary. If Spike wanted scary, they could hang a picture of Megatron.

“Yeah!” Spike enthused as Bumblebee set him down, “A regular haunted house!”

“Haunted what?” Ironhide glanced up from his ongoing struggle with the webs.

“Haunted house,” Spike repeated, “It’s a place where ghosts and scary monsters jump out at you. It’s a load of fun!”

Bumblebee felt a tinge of alarm at Spike’s enthusiasm, “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“I wouldn’t go in there,” Ironhide agreed, “Not without a good blaster.”

Spike shook his head emphatically, “It’s all pretend. They just give you a good scare, is all. No danger. “

This did not relieve Bumblebee’s confusion. Glancing at Ironhide, he could see the same expression reflected back at him. Humans were strange creatures. Why on earth would they want to be scared?

He voiced his thoughts aloud, to which Spike struggled to respond.

“Well, uh…I don’t know. I guess we just like the thrill or something.” Something lit up in his gaze and he gestured to Ironhide, “Like how Ironhide likes fighting Decepticons even though it's dangerous.”

“For them!” Ironhide added with a grin.

Spike ignored him as another thought struck him, “And you get to test yourself- see how long you can last without running scared.”

Bumblebee considered, “So…it tests your bravery?”

“Yeah, more or less.”

“Well, shoot,” Ironhide broke in, “Why didn’tcha say so? Half the Autobots’ll dig that, myself included!”

Bumblebee frowned, “I don’t know…”

A mischievous grin split Ironhide’s face, “What, ya roboto-chicken?”

The accusation rang true, though Bumblebee was loath to admit it, especially in front of a senior Autobot. So, bristling with mock disdain, the yellow car shook his head.

“Of course not! I just…think we have better things to do with our time, is all.”

He realized too late that he’d echoed Ironhide’s sentiment of before. The older Autobot gave a knowing smile but thankfully didn’t call out his bluff.

“Aw, c’mon Bumblebee!” Spike grinned up at his friend, “It’ll be fun! What d’ya say?”

Facing an attack on two fronts, Bumblebee at last let out a sigh.

“Fine, I guess it could be fun.”

His voice stuttered at the end as Ironhide slapped a servo on his back.

“That’s the spirit! ‘Sides, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Ironhide’s enthusiastic words echoed in the vast control room of the Decepticon base. With a click, the recording stopped and the small cassette player at Megatron’s feet transformed back into his trusted communications officer, Soundwave.

“Excellent work, Laserbeak,” he praised, though he had no idea whether the minicon could hear him within Soundwave’s chest.

“Excellent? What’s so excellent about some stupid human custom?” Starscream scoffed. As always, the mere sound of his second-in-command’s voice had Megatron clenching his fists.

“As always, Starscream, your shortsighted stupidity knows no bounds.”

Starscream opened his mouth to argue. A fierce glare had him shutting it again. Satisfied, Megatron continued, knowing both Starscream and Soundwave were listening attentively.

“This ‘haunted house’ will prove the perfect trap for those cursed Autobots. All we need do is set it.”

“How do we do that?” As always, Starscream couldn’t go more than five astroseconds without speaking.

“You will be in charge of that, Starscream,” Megatron growled, “Fail me and I will have your spark.”

With Starscream suitably cowed once more, Megatron leaned in to divulge the plan.

Foolish Autobots, he thought to himself, Your connection with those insignificant life forms will prove your undoing!

#Transformers #Transformers G1 #TF G1 #Ironhide #Bumblebee #Spike Witwicky #Megatron #Soundwave #Starscream #Writing Entity

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You’re my muse (Namora x Reader) :))

A/N: Before I joined the service one of my favorite jobs was sewing with my elders, they passed it down to me and taught me how to make the ofu’s that our village loved the most, my main projects that the elders trusted me with was matching couples ofu’s, because like many cultures Samoans love to match with their lovers. I feel like I use way too many commas so please bear with me.

I scribbled one of my many sketches as I laid in my hammock at the hanging market, the fine dresses and capes flowing freely in the current, business like always was flowing freely as usual, mother's commissioning clothes for their children, young women shopping for fine dresses, lovers buying gifts for their significant others. I quickly tied up my sketches, stowing it away securely before collecting the empty hangers and change, tucking it into a satchel before tying it to my back to make my swim home. I loved swimming back to my home, greeting elders and playing with children. I lived in a small home, tucked away in the city with a small ‘tailors’ sign outside of the post of my door where my business is held besides the markets. I drew back my curtain as I swam in, setting the money down before putting away the hangers. There were rolls of fabric stacked neatly against the walls with baskets of beads, jewels and fine things, a mannequin and a table filled with needles, thread and a thin blade. I signed, picking up the bag, swimming to my quarters in the next room, emptying the bag in a thick vase, and shutting it tightly with rope. I took a deep inhale before laying down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling as I dreamt of new things to create.

Sewing was a trade passed down from my mother, from her mother, and hers and so on. My mother told me my work would excel the most when I had a muse, and my muse was my best friend, my childhood friend, someone who would just see me as a friend. Namora and I had met when we were little, in the hanging market in fact, it seems just like it was yesterday we were just kids swimming around the market causing trouble and playing soldiers. It was almost everyday she would return and play with me, and as we grew up together I was blessed to see her grow into the strong woman she is. As we grew my mother said it would be best I use her as a practice model to help with my sewing, and so everyday she would stay with me for a few hours to hold still and let me poke her with needles and drape her in fine cloth, then after she would let me come along with her and watch her fight and train to be the best soldier she could be, I had always admired Namora, her hair is beautiful and long, her strength is unwavering, and her smile is just so dazzling. At first it was little things, making little accessories for her here and there, saving some fruit for her as I swam back home from the market. Then realizing how much I wanted to be around her at all times, following her as she invited me to her sparking matches, getting fussy about her wearing something from another seamstress, swimming up to Ku’Ku’ikan’s cave to wait for Namora to be released to come home. The worst was the sketches, it was the base that all of my creations start off of, but as I made a dress I simply would draw Namora in something that I felt would accentuate her beauty best. It was embarrassing to be drawing her all times of the day, i couldn't help myself, I grabbed a new parchment and some charcoal before sitting up in my bed to draw a new sketch. It was a long one shoulder dress, to the side of the paper I drew her adorned in jade with a few lionfish quills to decorate her bun as I moved back to the dress, she loved flowing materials, and I loved how well they flowed around her body. I added swipes around the bodice to act as ropes to make a macrame cage around the bodice I signed looking at the picture before picking up another parchment to draw her again. I’m in love with the general, I know I shouldn’t be, she’s far too important to be tangled up in the likes of me, I had no name that held the kind of power hers did, I was just some seamstress that met her at the right place at the right time. My heart ached as I drew her again, seeing those striking eyes pierce my soul as I yearned for her. I wish I was strong, I wish I were born a man so that I could have won her heart in battle, I wish I could tell her how I felt, I wish, I sighed looking down as the drawings floated around my room. ‘I wish’ a loud rhythmic knock sounded at the door as my ears perked up, quickly snatching up the parchment and shoving it under my pillow before straightening my dress and going out to greet my favorite person. Pulling back the curtain I saw my Namora, leaning against my workbench still dressed in armor as she untied the crown of lionfish around her bun, “It’s always good to see you Y/N,” she smiled opening her palms to greet me, I smiled returning the gesture as I felt her arms wrap around me in a warm embrace, “how was your day friend?” I reveled in her touch as I felt her arms around me, her question falling on deaf ears as I heard her laugh, “Long day huh friend?” She joked as I nodded, holding her for as long as I could, I laughed awkwardly as I regrettably pulled away, “Today has drained me Namora, please come in, sit with me I’ll prepare you some fruit!”

We both sat together, eating fruit, passing a jug of wine between each other as we’d take a swig, before passing it back to each other. I admired the way the light shone through the curtains, illuminating her face as she smiled, “I have a new design for you,” her ears perked up at my statement, “I swear if you stick me again with one of your needles I won’t be your model anymore.” I laughed passing the wine back to her, “I promise I won’t,” we both stood up clearing the space as I shut the blinds firmly, hanging a sign on my door labeled “fitting in progress” I turned back to see Namora stripping off her armor, putting it to the side. I swallowed hard trying to advert my eyes as I made my way to my fabrics, picking up a roll of soft sun yellow fabric, holding it up to her check, “I think this one compliments you best Namora.” I watched her hold her arms out, “then by all means Y/N work your magic.” I pulled out a few yards, leaving the roll to fall to the floor as I wrapped the fabric around her body, cutting and pinning out a shape to the dress. I would steal a glance at Namora here and there, watching her catch my eye and smile. We talked about her work, how she was proud of her soldiers, how her and Attuma had gotten along as leaders. She’d tell me about Ku’Ku’Ikans paintings and how they grow more colorful by the day and how beautiful the cave had glowed. In return I would tell her about the newest gossip at the market, who’s seeing who and the new customers I’ve gained, it wasn’t as flashy as Namora’s stories but she seemed to enjoy them, and would ask questions every now and then. “So I was thinking,” I spoke as I pinned around her bodice, “Macrame!” I whisper shouted with a large smile on my face. She smiled as she shook her head, “you’ve sure got a kick for macrame don’t you?” I giggled, swimming back to admire the figure in front of me, the fabric hugged her body perfectly, the orange hue accenting her skin perfectly as the dress flowed and ebbed in the current. My heart ached looking at her, she’s the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on, I watched as she felt the fabric, smiling softly admiring the dress, “You look beautiful,” I cooed as she looked up,

“Yeah I think the dress looks beautiful too!” My heart fell as she misheard me, swimming up to her to remove the dress carefully as to not prick her, “You’ve outdone yourself again Y/N, another satisfied customer!” She smiled as she put her armor back on, fishing through her pockets to try and pay me, “You know your money is not good here Namora.” I spoke as I hung the dress on a mannequin, pinning it down, “Please, you waste so much money on me.” She tried to put a satchel of money in my hands but u refused, pushing them back to her, “If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be half the seamstress I would be today. Please,” I wrapped my hands around her hands, “I have a dress for every occasion because of you, you know that right.” She smirked looking into my eyes, I felt my heart skip a beat, “A lady like you deserves a new dress every day of the week.” I wanted nothing more then to hold her tightly, to feel her lips against mine, to feel those strong arms wrap around my waist, “You spoil me too much Y/N,” she laughed tying her headdress back on, “I have to be up early tomorrow,” I nodded grabbing some fruit, tying it up in a net and attaching it to her belt, “I’ll see you tomorrow Namora!” I smiled watching that beautiful smile creep up on her lips as she gave me one final hug for the night, savoring any moment I could with her before pulling back to swim home, waving sweetly as she swam away.

My heart ached as I closed my blinds, looking around the empty room, our sun down down the room was lit by bio-luminescent lanterns at the corners of the wall I swam to the mannequin, fitting it fully before pausing, regrettably I wrapped my arms around the mannequin and held it closely, pretending it was her. I breathed in holding it tightly, ‘this is pathetic’ I thought to myself as I felt my chest hurt and my heart ache. I couldn’t confess to her, I shouldn’t, I didn’t want to ruin the years we grew up together, I didn’t want to take the risk of her rejection. Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I held onto the mannequin, it was my biggest fear, the thought of her rejecting me and even worse watching her fall in love with someone else, ‘It wouldn’t hurt to confess,’ I muddled the idea feeling the soft fabric under my fingertips, ‘how would I even tell her?’ I let go of the mannequin to go back to my room, pulling out my parchments as I stumbled upon a sketch I hadn’t made yet. It was a two piece dress with a racer back and a feathered shawl, I mulled over the dress, it’s not like the ones I usually make her, it was extravagant and regal. ‘It’s a clear sign to show her just how I feel about her’. I breathed in deeply before pinning the parchment on the wall and got to work.

First I had to make the first part of the dress which was the main body, this part was hard because in my sketches its more a form fitting dress so trying to fit it to her was a challenge without being obvious that it was a courting gift for her. “Oh this is beautiful,” Namora cooed as she slipped on the dress, “You look stunning Namora,” I patted her shoulder as I strung on the racer back with carved beads on the back, “So what’s this one for Y/N?” she asked as she felt the interlocking patterns on the bodice, “Oh,” I tried to think of an answer, “I don’t make enough racer-backs so I just thought I could use the practice?” I watched a sweet smile grace her face as she replied, “Well I can’t wait to wear this one out its beautiful.” I laughed awkwardly trying to change the subject as I unzipped the dress letting her change, “Well this one has a lot of details so I’d just be best to forget about it you know?” I quickly folded the dress putting it away as she finished changing I coudn’t help but stare, she was just so tone so strong it was hard to focus on anything else sometimes, I swallowed hard trying to distract myself as she finished dressing sitting down with a satisfied smile pulling a net of fruit out of her satchel as she waved to me, “Come and eat Y/N,” she pulled her knife out to portion out our food as we sat and ate, “So Namora,” I swallowed a bite of ripe fruit, “Anything new on the home front?” I watched her rest her head on her hand as she thought of how to best answer my question she clicked her tongue before looking to me, “I don’t want to alarm you but we’re getting dangerously close to war.” I gasped leaning in my brows furrowed, “You’ll be alright though right?” I would never forgive myself if she were ever hurt or even killed in battle, “I’m too strong to be killed don’t worry.” sitting together I leaned in putting my hand on her shoulder, “Please just be careful,” she cooed taking my hand, “Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. If anything I worry about you,” my heart skipped a beat as she continued to hold my hand, “You have to take care of yourself too you know. You can’t stay here cooped up in your shop by yourself.” I felt her hand grasp mine as I felt her rough hands, “I-” I couldn't properly form all I wanted to say to her, I don’t think there was even words to exist how I felt about her. “If you keep your mouth open like that someone would think you're trying to filter feed now,” she chuckled taking a bite of her fruit as I closed my mouth trying to put up a smile as she gave this cute knowing look, “You know I could always set you up with someone!” she smiled as she began to cut up another fruit from her net, it hurt hearing her say that, ‘maybe we could go out?’ I thought mulling over the thought of saying then looking to her and watching her cut up her fruit, passing half to me in a small dish with a smile on her face as I took a bite, “I don’t know,” I chuckled, “I don’t think I’m ready to date someone Namora.” shaking my head nervously as she took a bite, “Come on there has to be someone here in Talokan you like!” my ears felt hot as she poked, “Oh so there is someone?” she smiled laughing, “You like someone awe Y/N!” she hugged me tightly then pulled back her hands still on my shoulders, “Who is it? Are they tall? Are they strong?” she paused smirking, “Is it someone I know?” I swallowed hard as she looked at me with stars in her eyes, “I-” I breathed out, “Yeah,” I nodded knowing if I didn’t at least answer one she would hound me till the sun returned. Namora cooed as she readjusted her seat pulling me close, “You have to tell me everything Y/N!” she smiled with an expectant look on her face, “Well,” I swallowed hard, “She’s tall and um really pretty.” I couldn't help but just gush about her to her, it’s not like she would ever notice keeping the most blatant things out such as “she visits me daily and I dress her up because its the only way I can be physically close to her” you know, little things. “She sounds like such a catch Y/N” Namora cooed as she braided my hair, “You have no idea,” I laughed as I felt her fingers run though my hair, “You should ask her out!” “No I don’t think-” she placed her hands firmly on my shoulders as she leaned down to my ear, “You should go for it, no matter what happened what if she says yes?” I turned to meet her gaze, “And what if she says no.” watching her brows furrow as she gave me a sympathetic look, “And what if she says yes?” I couldn't help but think of kissing her right then and there, just cupping her jaw and bringing her in close no pacing around my feelings just going for it. But it was just as a thought as she re-positioned herself behind me to continue to braid my hair. Leaning back I savored being close to her like this, feeling her strong legs wrap around my hips as she sat up feeling myself go lax in her embrace as she gently tugged on my hair, “Falling asleep there?” I gently shook my head as I rested my head on in the crook of her shoulder feeling her gills gently move against my ear as I closed my eyes, “It feels nice.” I mumbled into her neck as she laughed wrapping her arms around me, “You’re so funny Y/N” I shook my head as I tried to enjoy this fleeting moment. Soon she patted my shoulders gently shaking me awake, “Its getting late Y/N,” I sighed heavily as I turned around hugging her softly as I felt her arms wrap around me, “Can’t you just stay the night again?” I looked up at her gentle smile, “I have to be up early tomorrow so I don’t want to wake you up too early,” letting go she turned to the door, “I’ll see you again tomorrow?” I asked wringing my hands, “Of course I’ll be here,” she pointed to me before leaving, “And we’re going to discuss this lady of yours!” she smiled as she dashed off, swimming home. I sighed as I grabbed her courting gift, unwrapping it and putting it on the mannequin before grabbing a small basket filled with fine beads and accents, finishing up the details I sighed thinking of how she was persistent to know who this mystery woman was, ‘I have to tell her sometime,’ I thought to myself as I tied the line finishing the base of the dress, pulling out layers of tool and draping it around the mannequin to make a cape. I couldn't sleep, not now knowing that she knows I have feelings for someone, as I measured the pieces and cut them out before pinning them to the mannequin, her words echoed in my head, “You should go for it no matter what” she said. I sighed looking back at my finished look, I just needed to line the individual pieces and tack it to the cape and it should be ready and when its ready I’ll be ready. No matter what. I sighed looking out of my door just a peak to see the city was still asleep so I swam over to my bed to get some rest just for a little bit before I go back to the market to sell some dresses. Laying in my bed I looked over to see the sketch of Namora in the courting gift I pulled my heavy blanket over my shoulders as I took one glance and said a silent prayer to the gods to give me some luck and some courage to confess how I feel for my best friend and quickly succumbed to a deep sleep with the thought of Namora on my minds eye.

With the dress finished and the tensions of war heavy on the world there was no other time then now I thought I could say something. For the past few days she’s been gone, up in the cavern where Ku’Ku’Ikan worked when he wished to be unbothered. I wrapped the dress in fine cloth, tying it with a brightly colored rope, taking an sweet smelling oil i marked the fabric then held it close to my heart, hoping that she would accept it along with my feelings. I took deep breaths holding the gift close to my chest as I tried to steady my nerves, apparently after Ku’Ku’Ikan had brought the Wakandan princess down to Talokan one of her soldiers came down here and killed the guard and maid watching over them, I didn’t know any of them personally but I coudn’t help but feel the pain that the rest of Talokan felt at this betrayal. They were someones child, someones lover, they were someone with a life and aspirations and now they coudn’t live those anymore, all because of the greed of the surface world, I sighed feeling a pang in my heart for the two women then immediately was shaken from thought as I heard the beads of my curtain rustle with a certain ‘swoosh’ as I saw my Namora swim through the door post, she looked tired, as if she hadn’t slept in days. “Namora,” I cooed ushering her to me pulling her into a warm embrace, “What is it?” I pulled her back looking into her tired eyes, “I’m just a bit tired thats all, but I wanted to come see you before the big speech.” my brows furrowed, “What speech?” she gave a tired smile as I led her to my bed to sit down and rest, “Ku’Ku’Ikan is going to declare war on the surface world, and I want to you to come with me so you can get a good spot too.” I felt her head lean on my shoulder as she faded in and out of sleep, I fiddled with the soft fabric of her skirt as she settled next to me, it was another one of my creations this one I was playing with dying on the surface giving it a nice red to white type of tone. “This is for you,” I put the gift on her lap as she sat next to me, “Oh Y/N,” I swallowed hard trying to think of how to say how I feel as I watched her unwrap the parcel revealing the the dress, “Oh Y/N its beautiful,” she held it up sitting up straight now as she pulled the cape up admiring the bright hues swaying in the current she then pulled out the main piece, a certain glimmer in her eye as she recognized the piece then turning to me embracing me tightly, “I love it Y/N,” pulling back I watched her eyes light up again, “I can wear this to Ku’Ku’Ikan’s speech!” she jumped up immediately changing into the new dress, “I wanted to gift this to you as a way to segway to tell you that I care about you, a lot that is and where ever this war takes us I just wanted to tell you how I feel.” I looked up to see she was still slipping on the dress quickly jumping up, undoing the back of the dress for it to fit snugly over her body as I laced up the back, pinning the sides and wrapping the cape around her snugly, she looked down smoothing down her dress as she looked up to me with a beaming smile, “I love it.” there was something about how she smiled that never failed to make my heart skip a beat, “I-” I looked at her, “I’m glad you like it,” wringing my hands I watched as she twirled in her dress watching the cape flow, “Oh Y/N, I didn’t quite catch what you said when I was putting the dress on what were you saying?” as I looked back at her I couldn't help but remember how tired she looked when I saw her, my feelings were the last on her agenda and with a war in the making theres no chance a person like me could ever provide for a woman like her. “It’s nothing, I think I was just gushing how you don’t have any fine gowns and with all these tensions going on I thought it would be nice to help bring up your spirits.” there was a certain pang in my chest as I said each word, it was heavy and hurtful as I said each word as I realized I could never be anything more then her friend. It hurt even more feeling her arms wrap around my shoulders as she thanked me telling me how I was her best friend, but sometimes you just have to embrace the pain and welcome it in open arms I guess thats what I did when I hugged her back tightly remembering shes embracing a friend and nothing more.

sorry also idk how to use this platform

#namora #Namora x Reader #mcu namora #wlw #mcu x reader #angst #MCU fic #implied poc reader

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In a week

Prologue

07/14/2022

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x Clara (OFC)

Word Count: 1,957

Warnings: rpf, au, language, alcohol, infidelity, drunk sex, one night stand, no explicit mention of protection, poor try at using Irish slang words

Summary: Unsuccessful musician Andrew is heartbroken after finding out that his girlfriend is cheating on him. At the pub, he has a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger who seems to share his fate.

Masterpost

A/N: Ok, this one is important to me for so many different reasons and that's basically why I decided to share it here even though no one might be interested on this. The idea had been sitting in my notes for years and I'm being literal here. I just couldn't figure out what I wanted the main male character to be like and along came Andrew, slithering into my imagination as if this story had always been meant for him. His music, the poetry in his lyrics and him being such a sweet person in general were just perfect for this. I hope some of you will enjoy it. And if you happen to know a few of Hozier's songs, you might find a line or two that sound vaguely familiar.

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Hozier - Like Real People Do

Andrew’s notebook

God, what a night. To be fair, it’s what’s to be expected of a Friday night, but this…this was…different. Somehow surreal, like the day that had preceded it. But let me start at the beginning.

I entered the “Shrike & Thorn” already half fluthered and almost an hour late. And even though Fred has gotten quite used to my moderate tardiness over the last years, I could see that he wasn’t the most amused about it this time. Still, he didn’t say a word, probably expecting what had finally happened after things hadn’t exactly been the smoothest between Catherine and myself lately. Little did he know what I had found out mere hours ago, reading that effing text of hers that definitely hadn’t been intended to end up on my phone. She had been quick to delete it, but what had once been seen couldn’t be unseen anymore. Calling her and setting her straight would have been the reasonable thing to do, I guess, but, well, I’ve never been good at acting reasonably when somebody had crushed my heart. The bottle of usque at hand, it had been much easier to drown my anger anyway. Somewhere between self-pity and despair, I must have passed out. It was only when the muffled voices from the pub downstairs slowly began to seep through the thick carpet my cheek rested against that I woke from the dead again.

So, there I was, guitar in hand, wondering how I even managed to hit the right notes as the music kept on flowing straight from my miserable heart, sad love song after sad love song, until Fred lifted a pint of the black stuff to indicate it was time for a break. I knew it was his way of complimenting me off stage, but there was enough ethanol running through my veins to overlook this scandalous affront. The pint of gat might have helped smooth my ruffled feathers as well, and so I took the hint and made myself comfortable at the bar for a while.

My sense of time long lost to the sweet intoxication, I had no idea how much of it had already passed when our eyes first met. Foc, she was a fine thing, dark blonde hair veiling her shoulders, falling all the way down to her ample breasts. Even without lipstick, her lips shone as red as cherry wine and I could have sworn I had never seen eyes like hers before, grey with a tinge of green, sprinkled with tiny flecks of gold.

But the darkness they held, I knew only too well. There was no need to ask what had brought her to this place, and I’m sure she could also see the inner demons I was so desperately trying to rinse down my throat with every gulp of the black liquid in my hands. There was something bewitching about her state of misery, like some dark magic that pulls you in and chains you to your sorrow until it has consumed you wholly. It had befallen me as well the moment those few words had flashed up on my display and the dark claw of desolation had wrapped around my heart in an iron grip. It wouldn’t leave us be, not tonight, but I felt less alone knowing we shared the same fate.

“Fred,” I slurred, but I felt too cozy in my inebriation to care about the loss of reins, “one of the usual for me and one of whatever she is having.” I pointed towards the heap of shot glasses lined up in front of the sweet one. For a second I thought he might dismiss my order, but then he bit his tongue and did as I had asked of him, setting one glass down in front of me before he lined up the other one with the empty glasses in front of her.

It would have been fine by me to raise my glass with her from afar, but she obviously had other plans and who was I to object when she rounded the counter, gravitating towards me until the distance between us was nothing but a mere memory anymore.

“What shall we drink to?” Her voice was as warm as the colour of her eyes, and still I shuddered as the bitterness of her tone invaded my ears above the noise of the other guests. Maybe it was that very bitterness that coaxed the rancorous answer from my mouth.

“To love.”

“Yeah, to love.” Her glass hit mine with determination. “May it fuck off and never dare show its fallacious face again.”

With a final glance, an exchange of bitter smiles, my head tilted back and downed the oily liquid. It burned more than it usually did, but the warmth it spread soothed my soul instantly. Or was it the shortest glimpse of her throat I caught, milky skin left unguarded like a pristine blanket of the first winter snow?

With a harsh clank her glass hit the wooden surface of the counter and pulled me back to the impossible grey of her eyes.

“God, I needed that.”

Her fingers dove into her hair and pulled it back from her forehead, my gaze captured by the four letters that were inked into her wrist in elaborate flourishes.

“So that didn’t work out too well for you, did it?” I teased with a sheepish grin on my lips.

She glanced down onto the word my fingers pointed at.

“No, not today.”

I could practically watch the spirits leave her body that the shot had seemed to have so wonderfully revived, and the acrimony they left on her face made me regret my foolish remark immediately.

“Well, technically, today isn’t over yet.”

I had no idea where that moronic annotation had come from, and even less what it was supposed to mean. Apparently she didn’t know what to do with it either, thoughts racing behind her dulled eyes. But then they illuminated with a thrill, sparking the same excitement in the pit of my stomach as her fingers weaved through mine.

“Let’s get out of here.”

In a last second of sanity, I looked back at my guitar that stood abandoned on the empty stage, then to Fred behind the counter who smiled knowingly upon my dumbfounded face, seeing me off with a wink and a wave while she dragged me towards the door.

Outside, the fresh night air hit me like a wrecking ball. I stumbled, my eyes closing as the world spun before them. Prepared for the harsh impact that was inevitable, I didn’t even flinch as my back hit the cold stone. It was only when her heated body pressed into mine that I checked my surroundings. Instead of the pavement, my back had made contact with the bricks that covered the house wall behind me, her fingers tightly clutching the collar of my leather jacket.

“Don’t you dare black out on me, bard, not before…”

“Before what?” I barely managed to force out while her sweet breath invaded the almost non-existent space between us.

With a wild grin she pushed herself up on her tiptoes, pulling me down by my collar the rest of the way to answer my question. Her lips were even softer than they looked, and even though they held the fading bitterness of her strong medicine, they pulled me from the deep hollow of self-pity I had buried myself in. Life returned to my parched veins in a rush, restoring the power it took to meet her passion with the same urgency.

She moaned against my lips when I pulled her closer, her mouth falling open to welcome me inside and I could feel the familiar fire awaken when our tongues met for a sinful dance. The meaning of time long lost to desire, she broke away with a gasp and the storm behind her bewitching orbs of grey left me with a shudder.

“Take me to your place or take me right here. I don’t care. Just do something about this.”

Her hand left my collar to wrap around mine and guide it right to the centre of scorching heat at the apex of her thighs. We moaned in unison as my fingers drew along her mound, hers ending in a needy plea not even the most pious of man could have resisted.

As if it bent to our will, the world seemed to stop for a moment, only to accelerate beyond the sensible, and all I am left with are snippets of the fevered frenzy that ensued. Clothes paving the way from front door to bedroom, greedy fingers familiarising with my naked flesh, touching, probing, seeking to map out the spots that left me at her mercy, until I was nothing but a lump of clay she could shape and form to sate her desire.

Heated lips followed in the wake of her hands, leaving trails of scorching flames wherever they went, set on consuming the last remains of doubt or decency, if ever such feelings had reigned me to begin with. And the second we became one, my mind refused to believe there would ever be any other way of existing but within her. Like a queen taking her rightful place on the throne for the first time, she claimed me, ruled me, completed me with her saturnalian ascendancy. I didn’t dare touch her, afraid to distract her on her way to salvation as much as in awe of her raw ferocity.

It was only when she came, violent like a force of nature, shaking and trembling in the shocks of sweet redemption, that I snapped out of my trance and yielded to the avid voice inside my head, telling me to seize the night and chase my own desires. I’ll never forget the glow of her eyes in the low lamp light, her body buried underneath mine, hands pinned above her head while I filled every last bit of her. No words were spoken, all that was needed was the silent challenge in her smile and I was free.

There was no gentleness in the delirium that befell me, my passion was boundless, rough and fast, fuelled by her soft whimpers and pleading eyes, begging me to take her, to use her until my hunger was sated. And I did.

In the afterglow, we just lay in silence, side by side, in awe of the satiation our selfish transgression had granted us, pacifying our agony, if only for a blink of time until guilt would creep up on us. There is one thought I remember as clear as anything and even though it was born from the heat of the moment, it has stuck with me ever since. If this was what the original sin had felt like, who were we to condemn Adam and Eve for their inequity?

This morning, she was gone, leaving me with nothing but her sweet scent on my skin to prove that she had been more than a mere fever dream. And I fear even that will fade soon, so I needed to write this down, to conserve at least this tiny piece of us. Because as much as my conscience tells me to loathe our sinful deeds, I can’t bring myself to regret a single second of last night. Not even the massive hangover it left me with. I think I will actually enjoy the dull hammering until it slowly fades, like the only evidence of her. There’s not even a name I have to remember her by, my sweet one. Well, I guess there we have it, the one thing I do regret after all.

Chapter 1

#hozier x reader #hozier x ofc #hozier fanfiction #hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier fic #hozier fanfic #hozier imagine #in a week

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angelspigeon · 1 year

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750 words of Asexuality discussion feat Zhongchi!!

“Thank you,” Ajax whispered. He pressed his lips together. “Zhongli, you’re…”

“I know,” Zhongli whispered. “My apologies. I…” His fingers shivered again. “I don’t know why… I hate when it happens. Sometimes… it reacts, and… I don’t know why. I don’t know why… When it happens… I wonder who am I? If I lied to myself for so long?”

“I don’t understand,” Ajax whispered.

Zhongli pressed the cotton on the wound. Ajax moved his hand to gently press it over Zhongli’s. Not because it hurt but because the hand still shivered.

“You were so beautiful, so enticing… I felt this urge. I felt my body reacts to it. Want you. And me…” Zhongli pressed his forehead against Ajax, once again. “Me… who am I?” Ajax gently lifted his face, holding his cheek in his palm. He invited him to pursue without pushing him around. “I am asexual, you know?” Zhongli said. “I never wanted someone sexually. I don’t even want you sexually.” Ajax blinked. “It isn’t an insult,” Zhongli quickly said.

“I know,” Ajax said under his breath.

“You are beautiful. The most beautiful person I never met.” Ajax smiled. “Inside and outside. And your pleasure is like a drug for me.” Zhongli’s hand squeezed around the cotton now imbibed of blood. “But I don’t feel sexual desire. I don’t want to make love to you. Then why my body…” Zhongli gulped. “And if my body reacts like this… was I lying to myself since the beginning?”

Ajax saw the doubt, the fear even, in the amber eyes.

Zhongli was really questioning himself.

So many years to be convinced of what he was and feeling good in this case… was it a lie? Were all those shows right? Asexuality didn’t exist? He was just awaiting ‘the good one’ which was obviously Ajax? Of course, Ajax was ‘the good one’, so precious, cute, thoughtful, and yet he had that sparkle of life, combativeness, and he even was a little bit a brat when he wanted to. But Zhongli thought he was ‘the good one’ for his heart, so why his penis had to…

“It’s alright,” Ajax said. “You’re not lying to yourself. Aren’t we evolving every day? I never thought I’ll need someone gentle like you, and yet… So if our taste evolve, if our perception change… can’t we realize we like different things? And people.” Ajax scratched his scalp. “I mean… I surely did lie to myself at some point, you know, but it was because I didn’t realize I was afraid of what my dad would accept or not. And now I’m lying to him. Then…” Ajax stared at his hands, adorned with nail polish. “Then this evolution can help you to understand who you are and put another name on what you feel. Maybe you’re just Demi! Or Ajaxsexual!” he added with a light laugh.

Zhongli felt Ajax tried to calm the atmosphere.

It really was so tight.

Zhongli grabbed some cotton and poured more alcohol on it.

He still was so confused. And he hated the sensation of his underwear too tiny for him, of his pants’ button about to explode under the pressure.

“Then! You know! It happens to me too,” Ajax pursued. “Sometimes my stupid body got stimulated by stuff I’m watching and it goes like ‘oh time to be horny’!” Ajax stretched with a chuckle.

He winced when the alcohol pressed on his belly.

“Perhaps…” Zhongli said.

It was weird to be cheered up that way by someone half his age. He never had any problem to define himself on the non-binary spectrum, nor to know he was bisexual even though the society tried to prove him wrong as he had only lovers who appeared as men to the eyes of the society. But he felt like this… this defined him more. Because it had been harder to understand, and because his body betrayed him. Because his body looked at someone like Ajax and made him feel uncomfortable.

He knew he wouldn’t love to lay Ajax on the couch and take him here and there. He couldn’t even picture himself doing it–although he would love to see him touch himself and show his pure beauty. He loved what was pretty.

Ajax was pretty.

The prettiest.

But…

What if he was a fraud?

His brain told him this each time libido took over it.

When he thought ‘I don’t want to make love to him’, his body sure was thinking ‘do it!’ to answer to some primal instinct.

And he hated that.

#fanfic #genshin impact #zhongchi #zhongli x childe #Ace Zhongli #asexuality #zhongli #childe tartaglia ajax

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chipitchi · 2 years

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Memory

“Shit…You got anything left?” Adam said defeatedly, pissed - I can tell, for a moment I paused and hummed “...no?” he looked at me with that annoyed look on his face , a look that despite the fear I felt whenever I saw, I could never get enough of “You used everything already?!” He would say in disbelief, I only smiled at his frustration, Adam rolled his eyes and attempted to start the car again. That attempt was unsuccessful, it didn’t start again. He pressed his palms onto his eyes and leaned into the car seat, sighing out a ‘dammit’. To be honest - I felt a bit guilty, I bit the inside of my gums lightly before turning to the dashboard, finding some way to make him feel a bit better, maybe. “Well - we don’t have to worry about income anymore…” I began, he places his hands down before turning his head towards me - revealing his tired-ish eyes, I worry sometimes at how stressed he seems to be - I promised myself to discuss the topic after this commission “...since we got this massive freakin’ payday right?!” Smiling, I told him. His expression softened, he didn’t smile back ( when does he ever ) but I felt like he was feeling better or at least he was trying to, whatever - it makes me feel more relaxed if he is, I wouldn’t want to argue with him. He took a deep breath as he straightened up “uh- well we’ve got a couple of options” I raised an eyebrow “which are..?”

“ We either, one: ask someone to help start our car with the cables or–”

“ –Steal another one?” I said, unamused by the option, the expression I’m sure I showed clearly with the tone of my voice and the look on my face. Adam understood that quickly by the way he muttered a “..yeah”. I sighed “uh, it’s broad daylight now…” a pause, I looked over at him to see if he would say something - only to be greeted with a look of anticipation “..but it’s not like anyone’s gonna call the cops here.”

“Right…”

“..and we’d be doing yet another delinquent act…” but it’s the fact it wouldn’t be our first is a flaw in this excuse, I thought - I couldn’t use that as an argument, I know Adam would use it against me “..but it’s not like we aren’t already on the run anyway” I said, frowning.

We decided on trying to start the car with the cables ourselves instead. I picked up a large bag of chips from the trunk, a smirk spread on my face as Adam got to work, grunting and muttering angry swears to himself - I didn’t blame him for his angry response to the situation, but I could count how many times he’s called me a dickwad with both my fingers and toes. I took out our camera and snapped a picture, adding a caption on it for him to see later, or for me to see later ‘adam trying to fix the car while I eat chips LMAO -jonah’ I wrote and called for him to look “your ass looks practically non existent here– OW hey man what the fuck violence is never an answer” he just landed a weak punch to my shoulder, but it was still strong enough to sting slightly “shut up- and I’m working stop messing around” Adam scolded, but I swear I saw a small smile peek through his lips as he turned back to working, I smiled too.

I strutted next to him as he worked, looking at how careful he was with the engine, trying not to mess the car up even more than it already is; I trusted Adam with the car more than I did with myself, unfortunately; it’s a miracle it has lasted this long, he looked very focused, how is he not hungry - I shoved the bag of chips at his face, shaking it slightly “hey you want some?” I asked, he pushed the bag back to me gently before he opened his mouth with his tongue out slightly, I assume he wanted me to place the chip there “huh? Okay then” I fished one of the crisps out of the packaging and placed it down on his tongue, he closed his mouth and started chewing. A small smile spread on my face, the focused look was a very mundane thing - between the two of us, he’s always been the one taking this career of ours seriously, I did too - it’s just that what we’re fighting is scarier to me than to him, it always has been and I’m worried that he’d do something stupid. He never proceeded with caution, and I didn’t want to lose him.

The sun had already begun to sink slowly when he shut the engine, the colors of pink, purple and a beautiful orange had become the canvas for the clouds. I leaned on the car, as he did too- right next to me, I placed down the bag of chips between us to eat as we watched, we weren’t rushing, the lady wouldn’t know. “It looks nice right?” I said to him as I looked at his direction, he hummed a yes in response as he looked at the view. I looked at the sky with him again. I wish I knew what he thought then, was he thinking of ways to defeat the alternate there? Or was he actually enjoying the time we spent then? I don’t know, I wish I asked, but I didn't think it was my place to. “Do you think this will be the last time we see this? I mean- not to be dark and all, but what if?” I earned myself more silence as I said that, he reached out for a chip before answering “I don’t know. But it better not be. So don’t be stupid.” I wish I took his words seriously, but I laughed “When am I ever stupid?” I told him in reply, Adam scoffed and simply said “always.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, reached for another potato chip, I was surprised when instead of a snack, I felt another hand - I jumped a bit only to realize it was Adam’s, I was convinced it was those horror movie scenes where in you find the ghost’s dismembered body part in your food or some other place you usually are at, and I assume he thought so too. He looked at me, embarrassed, before pulling his hand away - it was a very cliche and stupid moment but I did feel my heart flutter slightly, I couldn’t help but smile. “Ok it’s getting late, we should go.” he said plainly before turning to the car, I picked up the chips and said alright as I walked behind him.

..This memory will forever stick to me, and it may as well be the last memory I have that wouldn’t include us fighting- there won’t be a chance to make new ones. I stopped the car at the side of the road, the messages from earlier had stopped and it fucking hurts being told something you knew you did, I don’t know what happened to him. I did do something stupid, like he did too and I should’ve done more to stop him. I leaned on the car seat, taking a deep breath as my eyes stung from the crying - it still had a hint of his scent, after all it would usually be him driving, and not me. It hurts that I’m sitting in the car where we both shared memories, it hurts that that was our last sunset to watch together - the sun will rise again soon, I used to watch it with him, I used to have sleepless nights with him but I took all of that for granted, didn’t I?. I left him to die, I know it could be untrue but I made a vow that I wouldn’t confirm it, I made a vow that I’d leave him with the probability of death – no, the promise of death at his doorsteps, a death that no one will hear of. I did something stupid. I’m sorry, Adam.

#mandela catalogue #mandela catalog #omg haha gay people #jonah marshall #adam murray #comfort/hurt #there is no time for fluff only #jonah x adam #omg they broke up

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allthewritem0ves · 10 months

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Father’s Day

Being a dad has its perks, far too many to count. The Am-I men knew this very well. The McWinkle men knew this too.

Sam-I-Am and his stepfather Grinch were new to this.

Sam had his daughter Molly for half a year now and he loved her more than every fiber of his being. Had you asked him a year ago if he ever imagined himself as a father, he probably would’ve laughed at the idea. Mostly even saying “I could barely raise myself, let alone my own kid!” But now that he actually is a dad, he laughs at his own naïveté.

In near-identical circumstances was Grinch. He pretty much became a dad around the same time as Sam, becoming one as soon as he started dating Pam. Melanie entered the picture once again and promoted him to father of two. After adopting Jenny, she made three. In addition, Molly, Terry and, the latest member of the family, Mikaela also became his grandchildren.

——

On this day, Sam was feeling especially excited. It meant he could show all the love to his baby girl.

He awoke to Gluntz lying on his chest, her eyes locked on his. “Happy Father’s Day, babe”, she greets him and kisses him.

“Thanks!”, he responds with an ear to ear grin. He reaches up, runs his fingers through her hair and down to her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They touch their foreheads together, enraptured by each other’s gaze, and they kiss again.

They were interrupted when Molly tugged Sam’s cheek tuft. She babbled happily and giggled.

“I see you, Molly! Daddy loves you too!” He picks her up and cuddles his cheek against hers before peppering it with kisses. “You ready to spend the day with Daddy?”

“And Mommy?”, Gluntz adds in. “And Grandma? And Grandpa? And everyone else?”

Molly giggles.

——

After a good breakfast, the family of three played on the carpet in the living room. Molly was lying on her back, messing with the various stuffed animals hanging from a mobile. Sam and Gluntz couldn’t help but mess with it too.

“We need one of these above our bed”, Sam suggested.

“I know! Babies get all the cool stuff!”

A knock came from the door.

“I’ll get it!”

Sam opened the door and found Gluntz’s parents on the doorstep.

“Gerry! Lee!”

“Hi, Sam!” Lianna hugs her future son-in-law. “Happy Father’s Day!”

“Thank you!” Then he gets a high five from Gerald.

“Enjoying your first dad day, Sam?”, Gerald asked endearingly.

“So far, yep! Gluntz and I are just spending time with Molly in the living room.” He sighs and says, “My sweet wittle peach.”

Lianna puts her hands on her heart and smiles at her husband.

“Come in! Almost slipped my mind!” Sam led them inside.

Lianna put her hands on her heart again watching her daughter and granddaughter playing in the living room.

“Mom! Dad!” Gluntz shot up and ran toward them.

“Boobaloo!” The two women hugged.

“Hi, honey-bunny”, Gerald greeted when his daughter hugged him.

In the meantime, Molly realized that both of her parents weren’t nearby. Then she began to cry.

“Oh no! Molly!” Sam hurried over to her, picked her up and held her close. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that, little peach. Daddy loves you.” He kissed her cheek and wiped her eyes with his thumb.

“Mommy loves you too, baby”, Gluntz added in, kissing her daughter’s other cheek. “Ready to have fun with Grandpa and Grandma?”

Speaking of whom, the older couple grinned softly at what’d transpired.

“You handled that very well”, Gerald complimented the two.

“Thanks, Dad”, Gluntz replied.

Then, in the foyer, someone said “Hey, everyone!”

It was Pam, and Grinch was just behind her, cradling Jenny in his arms.

“Mom!”

“Wanted to see you on your first Father’s Day, Sam. Plus Jenny wanted to see her big brother today.”

“I wanna see my brother too.”

In came Melanie with Mikaela in her carrier.

“Hi, Mel!”

She smiles.

——

Not long after, the Am-I’s popped in as well. The adults conversed in the living room while the children shared Molly’s toys. Mikaela, still too little to be able to play, was kept under the watchful eye of E.B. Junior didn’t have time to show envy to his sister showing love to someone other than himself; he was too preoccupied by Molly sharing her stuffed animals.

At the dinner table, Sam and Grinch were seated right next to each other with Guy, Gerald, Jack and his dad flanking them on each side. The women sat opposite to them on the other side of the table.

“Sam, Grinch? Enjoying your first Father’s Day?”, Michellee asked.

“Yep!”, the former replied giddily.

Grinch nodded softly.

“You seem pretty…unsure, Grinch”, Michellee noted, “Is something bothering you?”

He shrugged. “It does seem a bit silly, especially since I suggested adopting Jenny. But, the thing is…I’m…scared sometimes.”

“Scared?”, Guy parroted. The green man nodded. “What for?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m just scared something could go wrong in Jenny’s life and it’ll be all my fault.”

“But you can’t think that way, honey!”, Pam exclaimed. “Jenny loves you! I know she does!”

“Would she ever forgive me if I failed her at all?”

“Grinch”, Guy began, “it’s not smart to worry about that. Making mistakes and learning from them is all a part of living. If you tried patching up something that was never broken, it’d take all the fun, for lack of a better term, out of simpler pleasures. Believe me. I used to be afraid of taking chances.”

“As was I”, Michellee added. “It’s not really something I like to revisit, but things will always look up at some point.”

——

After their Father’s Day meal, Melanie had her own little chat with Grinch.

“How is it, Mellie?”

“Good. I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it?”

The young woman shifted on her feet and then asked, “I always…wondered…maybe you and I could spend some time together? I’m grateful to have you as a dad.”

“Of course, dear. What do you say to Jenny joining us, make it a little father-daughter time with both of you?”

Melanie smiled. “That’s even better.” And then she hugged him.

#green eggs and ham #fanfic #guy am i #michellee #eb #sam i am #pam i am #gluntz #the grinch #oc

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zephfair · 1 year

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9 and 15 for Will You Accept This Rose? for the fic ask game! 🥰

Thank you so much for this ask! I'm very sorry it took me so long to answer!!😫

Will You Accept This Rose aka the story that never should’ve been because I loathe the Bachelor franchise and yet it made for a shockingly successful fic. 🤷‍♀️

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Sort of. I envisioned a lot more but my lousy tech abilities and lack of time failed me. 😅 I had originally planned to have fake Tweets at the end of the chapters showing what the viewers thought of that episode when it finally aired, since I tried to keep each chapter to one “episode.” I just couldn’t get them to format in any way I liked the looks of when I posted the first chapter, so I left them out. I really, really wanted to do them with one of those fake Tweet generators and make them look fancy and official, but that would’ve involved me figuring out how to use that, and I didn’t. I played and played with just putting the Tweets in the text and trying to make it clear that these conversations were from fans, but again, I just couldn’t get it to look good. So I have a bunch of that stuff in a file because I never delete stuff; I hoard it. 😂

Also, it originally stopped after Ronan and Adam gave each other roses at the ceremony then just glossed over Blue’s ending. I wasn’t happy with that, so I kept poking at it but I wrongly thought readers would only care about the Ronan/Adam pairing. Then, as I was posting, I got so many comments supporting Blue/Gansey/Henry and I was very excited. So I went back and added scenes to suggest the Gansey/Henry happening right in front of oblivious Ronan while trying to ramp up the romance between Blue and Gansey and Blue and Henry. I didn’t know if readers would care as much as I did about them, but they supported it, so I indulged myself with writing their dates too. I was really happy with that.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

I learned that other people can enjoy fluff and crack too! I honestly didn’t think anyone would read it, let alone like it! I love reading humorous fluff and crack, and it’s all I can seem to write these days, so I was thrilled that other people enjoyed it. I mean, the whole story is basically a rom-com wrapped in cotton candy. There's no drama or narrative tension or real plot to it.🤣

I wrote the original fic in a week while I was stressing about looking for a job. All day, every day that week was: write a cover letter, send in a resume, then reward self with another 1,000 words of crack. Submit another online application; finish a chapter. It literally flowed out of me. It was 33-34K words when I thought I finished.

(Pictured is part of the thread I tweeted while I was finishing the fic and bemoaning the entire process of job seeking and writing nonsense.)

I decided to post one (1) chapter and give it 24 hours. I thought no one would read, let alone comment, and I’d slink back in and delete it, knowing that it had served its purpose in keeping me sane and helping allay my anxiety while I was submitting failed applications. Then it took off and I got the loveliest comments and started to meet people in the TRC fandom and I just 🥺🥺🥺 (My job quest was totally unsuccessful and I will be back in the fray in February so who knows if that struggle will shake loose some more fic from me!)

I also learned that TRC fandom has the best, kindest, most wonderful commenters on AO3! 💖💖💖

And finally, I learned that I could use the trauma of having to watch those reality dating shoes with my aunt and turn it into fanfic! I am slowly overcoming my trauma! 😂

If anyone else wants to ask, here are the questions.

#ask meme #thank you so much for asking!

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Ninety.

Looking at the time and then back at Imani asleep on the couch, she’s literally my buddy through it all. She’s here for it all, it’s turning five in the morning, and I should really be going “I just listened to this, are you broken?” Tyga said to me “I’m always a broken man” I said standing up “I know but that is deep, you know who would sound good on this, now I think Rocky would agree but Brandy, I think reach out to her. She would do it” I didn’t think of that actually “mhmmm I was thinking of a female artist, I mean it sounds so wack me singing it too, the lyrics is there but she could add her own mix to it” I think Brandy is a good shout “why don’t you get Rihanna to do it?” Rocky said, I had to laugh “erm, about that. I mean” shaking my head laughing “he’s in the dog house, we been saying it” Tyga put his arm around me laughing out “no comment, I ain’t saying anything but I’m innocent until proven guilty” they are stupid “but Tyga is right, add Brandy on it. When you next in?” Rocky asked “I need to be here every day actually” I can’t keep bringing Imani here, it’s not fair on her “I have a magazine interview actually” Rocky stood up “magazine interview now, no I’m happy for you. You blowing up so quickly, take a break. Too many heart-breaking songs, it’s affecting me” I chuckled “man shut up, I don’t know which is my child. Herb or Imani” they both asleep “that nigga heard the third heartbreak song, and he was out” Tyga laughed out “it’s because y’all couldn’t smoke in here and I appreciate that” dapping Rocky “the kids’ man, but we could get super lit if you can come to the studio alone; one time?” He asked, nodding my head “I can leave her with Herb one night” Dapping Tyga “I’ll text y’all, have a good night though or morning, I will see what I can do for tomorrow. I want this album done that is why” walking over to Herb and Imani, they really just knocked out and I of course will be taking a picture of them. Zooming into them both laughing, taking a picture. Adding it onto my IG story and adding a caption ‘GoodMorning from the gang’ pressing send “ayo Teez, take a picture of us” holding my phone out “heartbreak studio” Rocky laughed “y’all know this is going to be the most epic album, like on some end of the road type vibe” Tyga put his arm around me “wait, let’s crouch down for Rocky” I said laughing “you dickhead nigga, shut up” Teez took the picture “I’m tired, anyways. Talk soon” taking my phone from him, looking at the picture of us ‘Two of the best helping me, couldn’t have asked for more. Thank you niggas @Tyga @asaprocky.’ pressing send on that, let me pick my daughter and get the hell out of here “dumbass, wake up” hitting Herb’ leg, slowly picking Imani up “it’s ok, it’s just me” she does what her mother does, she wants to fight me that I moved her. She wrapped her arms around my neck “I go peepee daddy” I chuckled “ok; you go there before we leave” she’s forever my greatest gift.

My eyes shot open looking at my phone, it kept ringing. Picking the phone from the side, looking behind me, I don’t know why I was expecting to see Robyn there, she won’t be of course. Looking at the phone, she is calling “hey” answering the call “it took you six calls, it’s like two in the afternoon there” clearing my throat “is it” I don’t even know the time “I think it is but I need a favour, are you awake for me to explain to you” now where is Imani, I know Herb would be with her “one second” shifting onto my back and then pushing myself up to sit up, I sighed out. This is a lot, I mean I am half asleep “ok, what’s up?” Rubbing my face “long night with Tyga and Rocky?” She’s stalking me “uh yeah, trying to finish the album and mixtape at the same time, getting there. How are the kids?” I asked “I can tell and the kids are ok, Rylee has bumped her head but she’s fine, she just has a sore there but all is well” nodding my head “that’s good, your dad? How is he? The Barbados family good” Robyn chuckled, that nasty chuckle she does it’s that kind of chuckle that is a little nasty “erm they are fine, a lot of questions but nothing to tell. My dad he is ok, still pulling through. He’s being strong” I cooed out “I’m glad, Imani is just a ball of fire, she just be screaming and all that, she’s quiet right now, wondering where she at” I said “I miss her so much, I do. But she keeps you company at least” licking my lips “yeah, so what’s up? You called several times” I need to find out where Imani is too “oh yeah, so you know we shot the Savage stuff, I mean it’s done and if you haven’t noticed there is a date for it. Today is like the red carpet thing Amazon does for me but I can’t be there, like I really don’t have the strength in me to drag the kids there and then back, Sara is no more, she asked to leave so there is that. So I’m on my own, I said I can hopefully get you to go, it’s today” letting out an oh “really?” I said shocked “yeah, they going to ask you things. Tina will meet you there, Jah will be there too. Please do this, I really need you there. You’re the next best thing” taking in a deep breath “erm well, erm. Fine I will, as long as Tina is there. Like I don’t know what they going to say and stuff, like when you had them events I didn’t really go to them” rubbing my chin “I know, thank you Chris. You didn’t have to do that for me” she said “it’s cool, I need to go now. See what Imani is doing. Since you woke me” I just know she’s smiling behind the phone “ok, bye” disconnecting the call.

I’m glad Imani is ok, she’s just happy and playing “guess who’s been talking again? I think she big mad that you sent her papers to shut the fuck up” Herb said “Nury then?” He laughed nodding his head “she is shading you, she said something about niggas make a name for themselves after they fuck you up like you needed her, she’s a bird” shaking my head “it’s weird though you know, I have a team, like this is legit my team. They on the shit so quickly, my lawyer, my manager. Everything, you know like Robyn has it? That’s me now, they just jumped on Nury and was like fuck you” I laughed “that’s some shit though bro, so how is divorce looking? Looks well on you” Herb is a clown “she woke me up you know, called me six times. Harassment I think, but she called to ask if I would partake in the Savage event which I don’t mind, she going through that with her pops, so I of course said yeah, she was a little awkward. Doing that stupid laugh, you know how females do it when they like you? But I kept it one hundred and was like cool yeah, I’m just yeah” I laughed “playing hard to get? You know she wants you still? As soon as I came to get the kids, she said where is he? You know she does” nodding my head “but I need to change for me, I’m not going to play on it. I think I need to change for me, not just for this short run. And even if she puts the papers through and I’m not there yet, then so be it” Herb’ eyes widened “now, nigga do not let it get to that. You just closed off ain’t you?” I shrugged “I have, I don’t want to be playing in and out, playing with the kids. But I love her so much, kills me but I want to be a better man” I’m not going to go back to Robyn the same, I have to change “music is helping a lot, if you stayed awake you would know” he hit my arm “I heard that shit! It was very emotional, are you going to let Rih hear it or just let her hear it whenever. I mean it’s about her?” I shrugged “I guess let her hear when it when she wants too” I laughed “about to have her crying yo” I said, I just know “I saw the home Rih bought, it was on Shade Room; that is some extra nice home. Nine bedroom too. Looks beautiful” shaking my head “lucky she let us stay here, I would be in your momma house” Herb snorted laughing “you ain’t even broke dummy?” I pulled a face “I opened another bank account, I don’t want to use the joint account, I don’t want Robyn thinking, so it’s like I’m starting from the bottom. This is why we flew economy” Herb let out an oh “oh shit” he just clocked on.

I had to have my baby Imani with me, she’s my date to this thing I mean I am not going to not take her with me “come on, inside now” I said to her “and do not be bending down” I put her a Burberry skirt on and a pink Burberry sweatshirt, it looks extra cute but she be jumping around with her legs out and doing all this shit, I should have put some legging on or something “I not dad, Jah!!!!” She screamed seeing him “oh the terror” Imani jumped on him “oh I do love you; I like your hair who did this? Looking on crazy” she pointed at me “am I shocked? No I am not, hello there. We meet again” I laughed nodding my head “are you Rihanna for the day?” Walking behind Jah “yes I’m Rihanna, Rihanna Fenty and I love singing” she is crazy “I like this Rihanna, the other is a little annoying, this one is cute and funny” Imani giggled “I like me too” seeing Tina Finally “so we need to change the top, the clashing of colour, least put a white sweatshirt on to match Imani” she got a point “do you have one?” I asked “I do, I came prepared. I am a stylist” I pointed at Dennis “the show?” I said “yep” she got him to fly out for this, well I don’t mind it “so how is Chris?” Jah asked “fine” I said to him “I can tell that; you are looking fine” he raised an eyebrow “I don’t swing that way” the top laughed “mhmmm don’t try and be funny now” rolling my eyes, I wasn’t even trying to be anything “daddy, I can I see mom. I miss mommy” nodding my head “Jah can do it, so Tina, tell me what exactly will be asked, what do I need to do?” she laughed “well, you walk the red carpet. With Imani as you want, just answer the questions as best as you can given the situation Rih really wants you to not say anything?” licking my lips “right, then what do I do?” I questioned “then we party, see the team and celebrate” seems pretty straight forward.

This is all so weird to me, just to be on the red carpet, to be here actually. It’s like because Robyn can’t be here I am the main event, holding Imani’ hand tightly as we walked the carpet “Chris!, let me interview him!” this woman said “come over here, this is Rachel from ExtraTV” walking over to her “hi” shaking her hand “hi to you too, now this is different, having the husband here. You rarely are here, and I miss my boo Rihanna, how is she?” I chuckled “she is well, erm, if she could, she would be here but she has a lot going on at home in Barbados, so I am here instead, which is the less desirable one” Rachel laughed “no, I did not say that but we got you here and we have Imani, you are the cutest. So Chris how did it feel to be in the show with your wife? Did it get a little hot on there” I laughed “erm” licking my lips “I got a little hot under the collar, there was times where I was turned on, the show itself is great, with Robyn now launching the make range I couldn’t be prouder of her, she is amazing. I just helped a little but this Rihanna all over and yeah. It was a nice experience, go to work with your wife thing” I grinned “that is the sweetest thing, and this what I love about you both, do you feel it’s difficult being with Rihanna with her having this name?” looking away from her thinking “yes and no but I don’t know, I think to me she is Robyn, and mostly I don’t see that, it’s weird because she is really just Robyn to me, but to the world she is the queen which she is but I am proud of her” nodding my head smiling “her birthday is coming up, do you have anything to say to her, come on say it to the camera” she is putting me on the spot “I can just say it to her, I don’t need to do that” I smirked “oh come on” I chuckled “I am playing, Happy Birthday to the mother of my kids, to my wife, my twin, my boo thing. I hope you have the best day and Rachel paid me to say this” she hit my arm playfully as I walked off “he is so cheeky” oh there is so many others to talk too now.

I have to watch Rylee and Tianna do their homework, I have been lacking and they have been slacking with doing it so now I have to sit my ass here with these girls “what if we don’t want to go to school?” Rylee asked “then I am going to have to force you to go, baby girl we all went school. You want to have no grades?” this girl is on something “not saying that mom but like why do we need school when we can be anything” frowning at her “you can’t be anything? You think I am going to let you be anything without an education, I went to school and yes I hated it but I went because it’s silly not too, we are blessed to be able to get you to have online classes but this homework needs to be done” she rolled her eyes “can I ask mom, why does granddad not look like granddad?” I mean they have seen him change “because” I dragged out “because baby, life can be so cruel. There is a horrible disease and it’s something my dad is trying to fight, we are here because” I can’t say it, like I am trying too but I can’t “because we need to be, he is strong. We just need to be positive and pray. So your work please” it’s just a mess, I have so much to worry about. Then just work, it’s work at the end of the day. They still look to me, having to make sure things flow, I had to even call up on Chris which I am thankful for, but things are a mess here in Barbados, will my dad make it through longer than they are saying, I don’t know, I am just trying to be positive.

I know my mother knows something is wrong, but I refuse to tell her, she does question it but then she heard me speaking to Chris on facetime with the kids which to her she thinks it’s normal and that we are family, I just want to keep it to that. I do not want to deal with her “what are you doing for you birthday?” my dad asked “spending it with you” I didn’t even need to think, I just said what came to my heart “that is boring Robyn, you can go and have a good time, you do not need to be with me” I shushed him “I want to be, the greatest gift is spending it with you, that is all I want. And besides it’s a few days away now, who cares” my dad shook his head “I care” I chuckled “will Chris be coming?” that is the golden question “dad” I sighed out “I rather not speak on Chris, I am here with you. Who cares about me or even Chris” I shrugged it off “I care” he retorted “I want to know that my daughter will be ok, you will need him” clearing my throat “I don’t need him dad, I am fine" he needs to not think of Chris and I “ok but you will need him for support, you both fallen out haven’t you. Because it’s not like him to not be here and Imani, she’s not here. I am sad that she isn’t, and Chris. He is family” clearing my throat “I have asked for a divorce” I just said it “I just couldn’t deal with him, with his behaviour, I felt shamed by him too. He spoke about our marriage to another female, it was so public, and we just argued, a lot. His attitude is bad too, so I said it” looking over at my dad “not something I wanted to know about you Robyn, do you think it was divorce worthy?” he said “to me yes, you don’t have to be with his mouth, it doesn’t matter because I am here with you, you’re my priority” waving him off “and you miss him, I have nothing to do but lay here or sit downstairs in silence when I’m not well” I shrugged “he seems just to be ok about things being like this but it doesn’t matter” my dad needs to just drop it, I’m fine.

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