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untilweyeetagain · 4 years

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and i’ll be okay admiring from afar (max mayfield x fem! reader)

Pairing: Max Mayfield/Fem! Harrington! Reader

Word Count: 3337

Warnings: One swear at the end, period-typical homophobia

Notes: This is so self-indulgent lmao,, I hope some of yall like it but even if you don't it doesn't matter bc I really just wrote this for me haha. title is from she by dodie

“Hey, Max, pass me the popcorn,” you whispered, aware that other people in the cinema were still trying to watch whatever movie was playing. You didn’t particularly care what the film was - you had let Max choose it because you knew that you’d spend your time staring at something other than the big screen.

The redhead grabbed the popcorn from where it rested on her lap and wordlessly passed it to you, smiling at you when you whispered your thanks before returning her attention to the movie.

You had spent the last hour of the movie stealing surreptitious glances at the girl next to you, hoping that she was absorbed enough in the action that she didn’t notice. She was beautiful, but you already knew that. The dim lighting in the movie theatre seemed to reveal another type of beauty in her though - the way the lights from the screen danced across her features was mesmerising, and the way her eyes lit up in wonder at the screen in front of you caused your heart to skip a beat more than once.

Having lost yourself in your thoughts once more, you didn’t realise that the film had ended until you heard Max shifting next to you, grabbing her bag from where it lay at her feet. You quickly jumped into doing the same, not wanting her to know that your mind was elsewhere.

“So, how’d you like the film?” She asked as you made your way out of the cinema. You scolded yourself in your head - you should have at least paid attention to some part of the movie because she always asked the same question whenever you two went to the cinema together.

“Um, it was great! You know I prefer comedies to action films, but it was still entertaining. What was your favourite part?” You deflected, knowing that asking that question would send her into a (very cute) ramble about all the best parts of the movie.

As predicted, she immediately launched into a speech about her favourite moments and characters in the film, gesturing wildly in her hands to explain her thoughts about a particular scene. You could honestly listen to her for hours, just to hear her sound so enthusiastic about a topic.

You both made your way through the newly-constructed mall and out towards where your brother was going to pick you up, Max still talking about the movie and you still listening intently, hanging on to every word she said.

Sometimes it worried you, how deeply your feelings towards Max ran, but at other times, such as now, you were just content to be in her presence, ignoring the way your heart stuttered whenever she glanced up at your face.

When you reached the doors of the mall, you and Max made your way towards Steve’s car, finding both he and his friend/coworker Robin occupying the front seats. You pulled open the trunk of the car, grabbing Max’s skateboard and passing it to her before throwing your bag in and slamming it shut.

Turning around, you opened your mouth to say goodbye before pale arms wrapped themselves around your torso and a mess of curly red hair was pushed into your face. You blushed heavily as you returned the tight hug, willing the redness in your cheeks to retreat before Max pulled away.

Eventually, Max broke the hug, but before you could see her face, she spun around and skated off, shouting a goodbye into the air as she gained speed. You called out a quick goodbye too, but it was likely she didn’t hear it, as she was already quite far away.

Deciding to not question why she just ran off like that right now, you clambered into the backseat of your brother’s crappy car and he started the engine, and as he pulled out of the parking lot, Robin turned to you and asked how the movie was. You mumbled something about how it was very intense, repeating some of the things Max had said earlier, hoping that Robin would be satisfied with that answer.

After a few minutes with no reply from Robin (or any input from Steve), you sighed and rested your head on the window, wistfully watching the houses as you passed them as your thoughts turned towards Max again. You knew how you felt about her - you’d known for quite a while, and though it was hard, at first, to feel okay with having a crush on your very female best friend, you were now comfortable enough in your sexuality to admit it to yourself, even if not to others.

The only people who knew you liked girls were, coincidentally, the other two occupants of the car, and while they both knew you liked someone, neither of them knew who (but you had a sneaking suspicion that Robin was beginning to work it out, being the observant person she was).

It had been a great relief to be able to come out to someone you knew would be okay with it, and Robin had been the first of the pair to know, for obvious reasons. She was like the older sister you had never had, and she had comforted you when you had cried to her, still trying to figure out your sexuality - she had reassured you that she didn’t hate you and that Steve wouldn’t either. She had been there when you told Steve too, and, true to her word, Steve took it very well, and had even joked about you two being able to talk about girls together now.

“It’s Max, isn’t it?” Robin whispered, pulling you out of your reverie. Her statement shocked your thoughts into disarray, but at the same time, it wasn’t surprising that your latest parting with Max had solved the puzzle for her.

You nodded, unable to find your voice as tears began to gather in your eyes. Your throat felt full, clogged with words you couldn't say, and your eyes started to burn with unshed tears that you refused to let go. You’d known for so long about your feelings for Max, but hearing them spoken aloud was difficult.

Robin reached around behind her to pat your knee in a comforting gesture, and Steve met your eyes in the mirror, a soft look on his face. Just having the pair of them be so nice about it is enough for the tears to start rolling down your face, all the pent-up worry you had about telling anyone that you were crushing on your best friend evaporating as your brother and the girl who is basically your sister are both so understanding and kind about it.

After sharing a glance with Robin, Steve turns his gaze back to the road as he breaks the silencing, stating: “You should tell her - even if she doesn’t feel the same way, it’s pretty damn clear that she cares about you enough to not ostracize you because of it.”

You snort despite yourself at the words he uses - he’s clearly been hanging out with Dustin and Robin way too much if he knows what ‘to ostracize’ means. You can tell that it was intentional, that he knew the response it would garner, and you are thankful to him for easing the tension you felt.

“It’s not that easy though, Steve. I know that she’s my best friend, but what if she decides that she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore when she finds out I like girls, let alone if she found out I liked her. I couldn’t risk our friendship by telling her. She means too much to me.”

Sighing, you turned to face the window again, trying to signal to the other two that the conversation was over. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing Max’s friendship, especially over something you could quite easily keep from her, although hiding it was becoming increasingly harder as the days passed and your feelings became stronger.

Luckily for you, neither Robin nor Steve pushed you any further, and the three of you spent the remainder of the drive to Robin’s house in silence. Once Robin was safely inside, Steve drove back to your home, which you already knew would be empty. Your parents were never home, always out on business trips or vacations, leaving the house to just you and Steve. This had made it ideal for sleepovers with the Party when you were younger, but now that you were in high school, it was more lonely than anything else.

When you got home, you went upstairs and lay on your bed, grabbing your Rubik’s cube from your bedside table and fiddling with it as your mind drifted elsewhere. It was silent except for the clicking of the cube as you played with it until a tapping on your window interrupted the peace.

Feeling slightly confused, you got up and walked towards the window, opening the blinds to see what was making that noise. Below stood Max, a couple of pebbles in hand, just getting ready to throw another one when she noticed that you had seen her. You raced down the stairs to let her into the house, wondering what she was doing here.

“You could’ve just rung the doorbell like everyone else does. My parents are never home and Steve doesn’t care about who comes over.” She stepped around you to come in as you spoke, and once she’d propped her skateboard against the wall, she turned around to face you.

This close, you could see the tiny freckles that covered the bridge of her nose and her cheeks, and you also thought you could see a pinkness beginning to tinge her cheeks, but that must’ve been your imagination. Before you could ask her why she was here, she began to speak.

“I- when I got home earlier, my dad, he asked where I’d been, and I said out with you, and then he said that while I was out, he’d been through my things in my room and found my old diary, and- and- and he saw what I’d written in there, and then he- he said some really, really mean stuff, Y/N, and t-then he… he kicked me out because of what I’d written in there,” she was sobbing as she spoke, choking on her words as she tried to get them out, and you immediately wrapped her in her arms, trying to tell her that it was going to be okay, even though you had no way of guaranteeing that.

She took a moment to try and catch her breath as she continued to cry, and then she began to speak again. “I had nowhere else to go, Y/N, I- I’ve got no money or clothes or anything, I just grabbed my skateboard to get out of there before he physically threw- threw me out. Please, can I stay here for tonight? I just need to let him calm down, and-” You cut her off before she could finish her sentence, pulling back from the tight hug you had wrapped her in so that you could look her in the eye as you spoke.

“Max, you can stay here for as long as you need, okay? Don’t worry, it’ll all be okay. You can borrow some of my clothes, we’re basically the same size, and you can take one of the guest rooms,” you said, trying to reassure her that it was going to be fine.

As you were talking, you heard your brother come down the stairs to see what had happened, evidently having heard the door open and then the sounds of conversation. You briefly explained what had happened as you held Max close to you again, the redhead in question trying to calm her breathing. At your request, Steve disappeared upstairs once more, off to make sure the room Max would stay in was ready.

“Hey, Maxie, let’s go upstairs, shall we? We can go to my room while Steve sorts out yours, and if you’re okay with it, we can talk some about what you wrote that made your dad do what he did, alright?” You coaxed her up and into your bedroom, sitting down on your bed with her. Her arms were still wrapped around you tightly as if you were her lifeline, and she hadn’t said a word since you’d started talking.

You heard her sigh as she loosened her grip on your torso, flopping bonelessly back against your pillows and reaching for your hand, wanting to maintain some sort of physical connection while she tried to explain what had caused this situation.

“First, before I tell you anything, I need you to swear to me, truthfully, that you won’t stop being my friend when I tell you this. I need you to promise me that things will stay the same between us, no matter how you feel about what I’m about to say.”

“I.. I promise, Max, but I don’t understand why this is really necessary - nothing could make me hate you or stop being your friend! You’re my best friend, Max, and nothing will change that.” It worried you slightly, how serious Max had become about this, but then again, you reasoned, she did get kicked out for this.

“Okay. So, uh, I don’t really know how to say this… um, okay. I’ll just spit it out. Here we go. Y/N, I like girls. Not.. not boys.” Never in a million years could you have guessed that she would say that. But she had said it, and it was causing your brain to short-circuit. Max took your silence as you hated her for it though and immediately began rambling, tears forming in her eyes and falling down her cheeks.

“I- I’m sorry, I know it’s not okay or anything but I can’t help it, and-” you cut her off, tightening the grip you had on her hand as she tried to pull away.

“Hey, hey, stop crying, alright? I was just… shocked, which is why I didn’t say anything. But I don’t hate you and I’m not gonna stop being your friend, okay? So please, please don’t worry about that. It would be quite hypocritical of me to not support you liking girls, after all.”

You maintained eye contact with her until your own confession, when you tore your gaze down to your lap, blushing heavily. She picked up on what you had meant quite quickly, and when you glanced up at you, she was grinning widely.

“You- you mean…?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I, um, I like girls too.”

It was a relief and a half to finally get that off your chest to someone whom you didn’t view as a sibling. There was silence between the two of you for a while, both of you trying to process what the other had just revealed.

All you could think about was that Max likes girls, Max likes girls, she actually likes girls! and although you knew better than to get your hopes up, you did secretly wish that because she liked girls, she’d like you, but you knew it didn’t work like that.

Still, a whisper of hope remained in your heart as you spent the rest of the evening trying to distract Max from her worries with more light-hearted conversation. Steve ordered pizza when it was time for dinner, and the three of you watched some dumb game shows while eating it, laughing over the ridiculous answers some of the contestants gave.

By the time you felt tired enough to sleep, Max was already half-way dead to the world, so you supported her weight back up the stairs and then grabbed her some pyjamas to sleep in. After you were both changed, Max dragged you into her room for cuddles, still needing comfort and reassurance from you.

It didn’t take long for Max to fall asleep, but sleep seemed to be evading you - your heart was hammering too hard from your proximity to your crush for you to feel even a semblance of tiredness.

Eventually, you began extricating yourself from Max’s grip (the girl was surprisingly strong, even in her sleep) so you could get back to your own room. When you were free of the sleeping redhead’s hold, you looked back down at her, taking in the peaceful look on her face.

She was beautiful all the time, but now, she was… breathtaking. The thin light of the moon, unobscured by unclosed curtains, danced across her features, making her seem to glow. She was an angel, then, with an aura of serenity and a halo of hair surrounding her head.

Seeing her like that, all of your control flew out of the window and you acted on impulse, leaning down from your perch beside her to lay a small, feather-light kiss upon her forehead. It lasted only a second, but that second was enough for you to feel how soft her skin was under your lips, and you wished you could kiss her all the time just to feel it again.

Your heart was racing as you forced yourself to move away from her, making your way towards the door, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Max’s soft, sleepy voice from across the room.

“Did you just… kiss me?” She asked. Fuck. Clearly, she hadn’t been as asleep as you had thought. You had no idea how to respond, your mind drawing up blank as you tried to think of something, anything to say.

“... Yes,” you whispered hesitantly, still not turning to look at her even as you heard her shuffling around to be able to see you better. You knew what was about to happen - she would tell you that she didn’t like that, and would either stop being your friend, or your friendship would just be really weird from here on out.

“Come here,” she said, holding out her hand to you, and you never could say no to her, could you? You slowly made your way back to her bed, taking the extended hand and going to sit down on the bed before you found yourself being tugged to lay back down next to Max, who nuzzled her head into the crook of your neck as soon as you were close enough.

“Why?” she asked, the word coming out slightly slurred due to her sleepy state. It was the question you had known was coming but had hoped wouldn’t be voiced.

“Because I,” you started, getting choked up on the words you had suppressed for so long. “I like you, Max. As more than a friend.” There. You said it. There was no taking it back now, but you had some reassurance in the fact that she may not remember it come morning.

You had expected Max to say something after that, so you were fairly surprised when she lifted her head and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. It wasn’t like how first kisses were always described in fiction - there were no fireworks or anything extreme like that, just a warm feeling of affection flowing between the two of you.

“I like you too,” Max murmured, pulling away from your lips and snuggling back into you. She fell asleep quickly, leaving you with your thoughts, the memory of her kiss playing on repeat in your head. Feeling tired yourself, though, you pushed your analysis of today’s events from your head to be dealt with tomorrow and cuddled into Max, finally falling asleep in the warmth and safety of her arms.

Much later in the evening, a tired Steve Harrington is making his way towards his bedroom when he sees the guest room door ajar and, feeling curious, peeks inside to see his sister and her friend tangled together in their sleep. He smiles softly, closing the door behind him as he moves away, thinking about where he’ll get the twenty bucks he now owes Robin.

#max mayfield #stranger things #post-season 3 #robin buckley #steve harrington #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x fem reader #stranger things oneshot #oneshot

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shawn-mendes-post · 4 years

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I Love You

Request: What if reader is Shawn's PA and he's blatantly hitting on her all the time but she just thinks that he's like that with everyone bc he's friendly and after a night out wher Shawn is extremely drunk she takes him back to his hotel room and he asks her if she likes him and then proceeds to confess his love to her a bit dramatically bc he's drunk and then the morning after he's a bit awkward bc he kind of remembers what he said and she tells him that she likes him too before she leaves for a task

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A/n: I hope you like how it came out. It is longer then I intended, but seems okay. Comment, Heart and Re-blogs would be appreciative. I would love for others to know about my blog. I finished watching the TV show, Psych again, My favorite character is Carlton Lassiter. I was thinking about writhing some Psych fanfic. Tell me what you think. Do not own anything.

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 4,000

It was a busy day for Shawn's assistant, that is in charge of various things. (Y/N) was currently on an errand to grab food for Shawn and the others, not knowing why she is the one they sent. Countless things need her attention before she could go home and do her school work. She was walking into the building with bags of food, sighing as she strides to the men currently working. Her eyes glanced at her boss, loving to watch him sing.

Shawn's singing would always make her swoon over and felt special when he would sing to her. Shawn would always flirt with her, but she never thought much of it. He does flirt with other women in her opinion whether he knew it or not.

(Y/N) hands out the food and drinks until the only one left was Shawn and hers. Nervously, she bites her lower lip, heading towards him, despite him being in his zone. "Here is your food—a burger with no tomatoes, and fries with seasoning. Also, the milkshake you requested," she spoke softly, not wanting to disturb him.

Shawn looks up, smiling as he grabs the food. "Thanks. Will you be joining me today, lovely?" He asked, winking as he pats the spot next to him." I can't eat without your beautiful face in the room. "

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, shaking her head at his ridiculousness before rejecting his offer, "sorry, have a lot of errands to do," she explained before walking off, not noticing his frown and disappoint in his eyes.

She stops to inform Andrew of the process of what still needs to be taken care of before rushing to grab the things for the party.

(Y/N) had told Andrew about the good news, and insisted on throwing a party for Shawn. She was in charge of everything, and still had things to get. The party will in a club, where the boys like to go sometimes after a hard day of work. His family was informed, and they would come to the party. (y/n) would eat in between the task before she was able to relax, heading back to Shawn's place.

Everyone was waiting for her to come because they were to head out. She did not see Shawn, which made her nervous to think he was not ready. The party was supposed to start soon, but it can't if the significant person is not there.

"You are coming with us" The familiar sound of her boss broke her train of thoughts, snapping her head to meet the Hazel eyes that made her feel week in the knees. "I don't think so, you know? I have a lot of school work I need to complete. I was busy because I have a very strict boss, no having fun," she teased, glancing in his eyes, knowing she could just get lost.

(Y/N) tears her eyes away, not wanting him to think she was creepy, despite knowing he would never believe she was. "Oh, I should talk with your boss," he mushed, his hand on her shoulder gliding up to her cheek. "He sounds like a horrible boss; I would quit if I had a gorgeous face like yours," he mumbled, playing along with her teasing.

(Y/N) laughs, "he is okay. You know, always so busy flirting with other girls. Drives me completely crazy, having to get his attention for work," she banters, smiling playfully.

Shawn frowns, not understanding why she would think he flirts with other females. Shawn wanted her. He would always flirt with her, but she acted indifferent to his advances, which made him believe she did not like him. "I think he is trying to get one girl's attention, but she is not noticing. Wonder if she is the one that is driving the boss crazy," Shawn states, glancing at her lips, wanting to kiss them. A taste of those luscious lips that droved him crazy whenever he sees them.

Things seem to freeze, the two in their little world, and not paying attention to the others. (y/n) felt butterflies in her stomach, seeing Shawn, her boss staring at her lips. She wanted to lean and kiss him, to feel his lips on hers but knew it was unprofessional. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, smashing their lips together, feeling wanted from the sexy man. Clearing her throat, she steps back, straightens out her pencil skirt and blouse to occupy her mind from the dirty thoughts.

"I have things to do," she mumbled, cheeks flushed, hoping no one could see how hot she felt. (y/n) shakes her head, moving to walk away, thinking about how to surprise Shawn would be to see her there. She had to go pick up his present before going to the club. The present currently sat in her bedroom, perfectly wrapped with Harry Potter wrapping, and a big bow on top.

Shawn stares at her with puppy dog eyes, lips pouting, “come to the club with us," he stops, reaching to grab her hands before continuing, "I will not go if you are not going to be there." Shawn reached a new low with guilt-tripping her, which seemed like a good idea at the time. Shawn should feel embarrassed he was trying to guilt-trip her, but he wanted her to come. He never acted like this before with any girl, but (Y/N) was not any girl. She was the one that made him want to do good in the world with her by his side.

It was the night he would layout his feeling for her. He is not wishing to flirt with her and her not thinking he was serious.

The two individuals knew he was not serious, but expected for the boys to drag him there. (Y/N) could not believe he would say that to her, especially when she told him she had a test coming up. She stood her ground, not liking when someone tries to make her feel guilty. It did hurt her, and she would not look at him, not wanting him to see how she is hurt. This was not the Shawn she knew, and wanted to be with.

"I will try, okay? I make no promises," she flatly said, running her fingers through her locks, already tired from this conversation. "I will not save you when you get drunk if I do show up," she mumbled, walking away without hearing his response.

Shawn smiled, knowing this was the night he will confess. He wanted to confess his feelings to her. Shawn is in love with her and needed to know if she felt the same way. He knew the two had a more unprofessional relationship because he did consider her as a friend. He slowly realized how much he cared for her, despite thinking they could not be more. He hoped that he would be able to have the courage to say what he needs to say, and not be an incompetent drunk.

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(Y/N) reaches the club, wondering if she should go in with the present or wait for when the two are alone. Shrugging off the nervous, she makes her way into the club, seeing Shawn, who seems down in the dumps. (Y/N) unconsciously flips her hair, striding towards him as if she was on a critical mission. She hoped she was not under dressed for the club, especially when she only had twenty minutes to get there.

"Shawn," she called, smiling brightly as she watches him perk up, making a motion to hug her. "Here you go," she said, stopping him from hugging her, which made him frown. Shawn smiles, trying to hide how hurt he was, grabbing the present, not knowing she would bring anything. "You did not have to," he mumbled, cheeks pink at the thought of her being thoughtful.

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Hours it was passed by until it was past midnight, to the surprise of (Y/N). She did not intend to stay long since she was not lying about having things to do, such as homework. Brian was near, still having fun, leading to (y/n) to tell him she was leaving because she could not see Shawn.

"Brian, I am going to go," she yelled, waving goodbye, needing the fresh air after being in the stuffy club. She was not paying attention leading her to collied into something substantial, which surprised her. "Sorry," she mumbled, before gasping when she felt the man's arms around her waist.

"Hey," she shouted, about to hit him on the head, but she saw the familiar chocolate brown curls of her boss, Shawn. She was furrowing her eyebrows, noticing the familiar scent of alcohol reeking from the man hugging her. "Mhm, you are an amazing assistant," he slurred, glancing down, a bright blush on his cheeks, making him look adorable, as he smiles goofy.

She laughs, nodding her head, knowing he is drunk, "do not scare me like that, Shawn. Come on; I will take you to Brian before I leave," she told him, trying to walk back into the club. Tried being the key word because she could not move. His grip tightens on her waist, preventing her from moving." I don't wanna," he whines, reminding her like a 5-year-old.

"Fine, but let me take you home, okay?" She asked, giving him a look that she will not deal with his childish behavior. Shawn nods, letting her go as he follows her, marching behind her. (Y/N), strolled to her car, close to Shawn in case he needed her support, deciding on what she was going to do. After many failed attempts, she was able to get Shawn in the car, after promising to go on a 'date' with him.

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The car ride consisted of the babbling from drunk Shawn, which (Y/N) ignored, other than the occasional nods and "mhm," since she focused on the road. There was a struggle to getting Shawn in his home because she had to hide him from the paparazzi. 'Damn, Andrew or Shawn better give me a raise. I did not sign up for taking care of a drunk Shawn,' she thought, struggling to open the door.

After opening the door with no help from Shawn, she makes her way to the bedroom, Shawn next to her, practically dragging her down. The simple task to get him in the bed seemed impossible since he was much heavier then she was. "Few more steps, Bubs, you can do this," she encouraged him, which seemed to help as he flops on top of the bed.

(Y/N) sighs, seeing Shawn is in a nice pair of clothing, which Andrew would freak out if they were to get ruined—debating with herself if she should undress him or get chewed out by Andrew. Deciding the latter option would lead to her terminations, she hesitantly fiddles with the buttons, an attempt to unbutton his shirt.

"If you wanted me naked, all you had to do is ask," Shawn drawled, lifting himself to see her, propped on his elbows, smirking. (Y/N) rolls her eyes, muttering curses under her breath, knowing her face as red as a tomato. "You can change yourself then," she shot back, getting off the bed, about to head to his kitchen.

Shawn grips her wrist, stopping her from leaving, knowing he had to express his feelings. The deep secret kept weighing on him since he meets her and could not repress any longer. "I like you," he said, drunkenly, fighting to stay awake, not wanting to sleep just yet.

"I like you too, sometimes," she said, laughing at how cute he looks and the desire to take a photo-filled her. She ruffles his curls, not knowing why he is confessing this to her. She felt like he was only confessing to like her as a friend, which did sting a bit.

"No, like like," he mumbled, knowing he did not get the message across. (y/n) She starts to get confused, not believing that this man, her boss, could have any feelings for her. Her heart stopped dead, the idea in her head. He could have any woman he wanted, and it did seem he was crushing on his best friend, Camila.

"Shawn, stop." She stated, not wanting to hear any more. Not wanting to get her hopes up that the man she likes... no loves could possibly love her back. Shawn frowns, blinking furiously as he tries to understand what she said.

"Do you like me?" Shawn asked, in a small voice, hoping she would not reject him after telling her the truth.

"Of course I do, Shawn. I just told you. You are a good boss and friend to me, and that means a lot. I would not be going to college if it was not for you. Shawn, you inspire me to follow my dreams," she confesses, not telling him her real feeling about how she loves him.

Shawn sits up after many failed attempts, he felt a headache forming, but he could not stop himself. "I love you," he slurred, reaching out to grab her hands, pulling her to the bed. She falls on top of him, with a squeal, and he lets out an "oomph." One of his hands rests on her hip, the other cupping her cheek.

"I Shawn Peter Raul Mendes is in love with you, (Y/N). I love your cute laugh, which makes me happy by just hearing it. I love it when you get me my favorite food or drink. I love you and how you comfort me when I am stress because of the concert or if I am having a bad day. You are a perfect goddess, and I am lucky you are in my life. I love how brilliant you are, especially when you are doing those puzzles on your phone when you think I am not watching you. I love how kind you are and never mean to anyone, despite the possibility that they deserve it. You have the biggest heart that I have seen in the world. I notice when you are not working that you volunteer at the homeless shelters or visit the orphanage to spend time with the kids. I love your height and vision us taking turns spooning each other as we cuddle in bed. I love how you will drop everything for anyone to come over to help no matter the time, which gets you in trouble with Andrew at times. I want to marry you someday and have a family with you. You are the one that I want to see every morning and every night. I want to spend every day treating you like the queen you are and hope that I will be your king one day. I want to love you for eternity, and am willing to give up everything for you. I don't need money or fame. Not even the fans and I do love each of them and how they supported me. I need you (Y/N)." Shawn ranted, slurring now and then, before leaning to kiss her.

(Y/N) 's heart was beating against her chest, rapidly throughout his confession. It brought many mixed feelings for her because she never thought he would feel like this in a million years. Tears slide down her face, which surprised herself since she never cried in front of Shawn.

When he pressed his lips against hers, she kissed back, wanting to enjoy this kiss, thinking he will not remember what happened last night. She figured, enjoy the moment before it is away in the morning. Reality would set in soon, and Shawn would have no recollection of what transpired between the two.

The two pull apart, needing air as they breathe slowly, looking at each other. Shawn wore a dopey smile, unbelievably happy that he told the woman he loves his feelings. On the other hand, she was frowning, realizing what would prevent the two of them from dating.

"Shawn, you are drunk. You need to rest, and in the morning, forget everything that happened. "She told him, a hint of sadness in her voice, as she gets out of his grip.

"I am not," he said hurt, that she would not believe him. He might have had too much to drink because he was scared in confessing his feeling to her, despite the numerous talks he had with himself. The headache was getting worse, and he could not fight it anymore. He lets out a yawn, tired for all the events that happened but did not want to sleep.

"You are drunk and sleepy," she states, moving to get him some clothes to sleep in, returning with shorts and a t-shirt. She starts to undress him, as he pouts, losing focus on what he was saying because of her touching him. He felt his body lite up in flames, wanting her to stay with him, and not leave. He desired her more than anything, and he would not let her slip out of his grasp just because she did not think he was telling the truth.

"I am not tired," he mumbled, fighting back another yawn, wanting to prove her wrong. "Shawn, the two of us will not work anyways," she tried to get him to understand and change.

Shawn tries to raise an eyebrow, but can't and makes a funny face. "Why not," he asked, feeling the buzz fading. "Shawn, I work for you. I am your assistant, and it would be unprofessional. I do not want people to think I got this position because I opened my legs. You already know how the press will make me look like a harlot. I like my privacy, and do not need any of your fans coming after me. I value my life and my family's life. I worked hard for this job, and I do not want to get fired. You already know why I needed the money, which will stop me from pursuing my dreams and finishing college. The two of us in a relationship is bad news and will not work out," she explained, gently trying to ease him into understanding why the relationship would be doomed. A happy sigh escaped her lips when she finished helping Shawn change into something he could sleep. She walks off to set his clothes neatly on the drawer, leaving a note to remind her to pick it up for a wash with the rest of his clothes.

In Shawn's mind, it was hard for him to follow her reasoning, as he was still drunk. He opened his mouth to protest what she said but stopped. He realized she did make some valid points, and there would be problems. He thought that they could handle each problem together as the issue arises. He did not know about her feeling scared about his fans since he knew his fans loves him. He figured his supporters would be happy to see him in a relationship with a breathtaking woman and not just because of who she is. His thoughts followed to her fired, and that was something he did not want. She is a fantastic assistant who goes above and beyond things she is told to do, despite juggling all her other activities and schooling. There would be no one like her, and that saddens him to think of losing her.

Shaking his head to get rid of the negative thoughts, watching her take such care for him warms his heart. In the end, he knew he wanted to be with her and would not let the press, fans, or anyone get in the way of his happiness. "(Y/N)Come talk to me," he whines, wanting to tell her that he will always love her. He watches her make her way towards the bed, very tense with what is going to happen. "What Shawn?" She asked, keeping her distance from him.

"I know there are things we would need to figure out if we do become a couple. I know you are scared, but I want you to know I will not give up. I meant what I said to you, and I hope one day you will realize it. I do love you (Y/N). I will tell you every day if I have to until you believe it. I will scream it on the rooftop for everyone to hear me if needed. I will spend the rest of my life proving I have serious feelings for you, no matter how annoyed you might get with me. I will fight for this relationship, and will not fire you for being with me. I want you by my side, through everything, no matter what. I do not want you to worry about my fans because they will understand that I love you. I am happy with you. Your smile brightens my day just when I see it. I do not need your answer right now. I know you will need to take a while to comprehend everything I told you, and if you believe me. I will wait for you," he explained, very serious, as he fights off the sleepiness.

(Y/N) nods, knowing she would need to sort out her feelings and whether or not if she wanted to be in a relationship with Shawn. She does not deny that she wants to be with Shawn, but the negative thoughts kept popping into her mind. "Okay, Shawn," she said, glancing at him to talk more, but stops. She smiles softly when she realizes he fell asleep and was snoring quietly. Walking over, she tucks him in, making sure he is covering up with his blanket. She then makes her way to the kitchen for a glass of water and pills for his hangover tomorrow. She sets the things on the nightstand next to the bed before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Night Shawn," she says, exiting the room on her way out.

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Shawn woke up to warm morning sun, shining through the bedroom window. Shivering from the cold sheets as he pulls the blanket over his head. The alarm rings earning a small groan from Shawn, knowing (Y/N) would be waiting in the living room for him. He rubs the sleepiness from his eyes as he gets up, knowing he can't go back to sleep, despite wanting to. He moans in pain at the horrible headache he felt, looking at the nightstand to see two pain relievers. A pleased sigh escaped his lips as he drinks the cold water that brings relief to his dry, scaly throat for him to swallow the pills.

He makes his way to the living room, dreadful as he remembers the confession he made to (Y/N). He felt mortified of how he spilled his guts to her the one woman he never wanted to leave him. He hoped that she would be in the living room waiting for him and that he did not scare her off. Spotting her, Shawn breaths in relief; she was there, but then gulps, not knowing what she will say.

"How are you this morning?" She asked, looking up from her phone, worried about him not remembering anything from last night. She could not sleep and spent the time thinking about if she will take the step to solidify their relationship. "O-okay. I had this headache," he mumbled, eyes wandering, not wanting to look at her because he was embarrassed.

"Do you remember last night," she asked, waiting for his answer. Apart of her wanted him to tell her he did not forget, and another hope he forgets. Shawn gulps, not knowing what to say, and stays silent.

(Y/N) sighs, walking over to Shawn, placing her index finger on his lips. " Stay quiet. Shawn, I love you too. I was afraid of the things that could go wrong, but I do not want that to hold me back. I do not want to live with regret and what-ifs. I am willing to be in a relationship with you, and I will fight for it. I love so many things about you, but I do not have the time to tell you. My schedule is filling up, so I can't stay long. However, if you join me on a date Sunday, I will spend the evening listing all the reasons I love you. I know the risk I am taking by being with you, but your speech last night filled me with the courage to be with you. I never thought I would find a man to love me like you do. I want to be with you," she states, kissing his lips and quickly leaving before responding to her.

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yousayparty · 4 years

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The right place, the right time, and the right amount of exclamation marks

The history of Vancouver via Abbotsford British Columbia’s You Say Party is a storied one. Imagine this: trapped in a never ending nightmare of suburban dystopian hell, you form a band. With the simple adjective of having fun, spreading a message, making people dance - you leave the confines of a religiously stifling community. Within a few years you’re playing the world’s top festivals, winning awards, and wooing critics.

But now I find myself piecing foggy bits of memory fragments together with duct tape and hairspray. Like stickers on a dive bar bathroom stall, I know I was there. But why and for how long? I feel like I’m sifting through a shoebox of handbills and press clippings like some True Crime podcaster placing myself at the scene.

I’m not sure where I first heard the name You Say Party! We Say Die! but it caught my eye. It was an era of exuberant band names. !!!, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Shout Out Out Out Out, Hot Hot Heat, Fake Shark- Real Zombie! And my own band GoGoStop! It was also a time when bands out Vancouver’s sleepy conservative suburbs were starting to break out: Witness Protection Program, The Hand, Fun100.

It was exciting. There was a sense of community. Of people just wanting to have fun. Perhaps we were shaking off the anxieties of a post 9/11 world, or shrugging off the self seriousness that was emo and hardcore. We still made mix tapes and zines- scoured Terminal City and The Straight for new bands. There was this new social networking craze called MySpace that had yet to be a ubiquitous omnipresent corporate behemoth that dominated every corner of our lives. We were called Scenesters not Hipsters. Everyone was in an art collective.

Adorned with white belts and one-inch pins; asymmetrical hair cuts and red velvet blazers we set out to prove Vancouver wasn’t No Fun City at now long shuttered venues like the Marine Club, the Pic Pub, and Mesa Luna. I didn’t drink at the time so dancing, and by extension dance punk, had become my saviour- bands like The Rapture, Les Say Fav, Pretty Girls Make Graves to name a few. When Mp3 blogs became a thing, I immediately downloaded The Gap from their 2005 debut Hit The Floor! and loaded it on my 100 song iPod shuffle. I like so many others, became an instant fan.

I moved into what could only be described as a punk rock compound- 3 houses that were owned by a former Christian sect that we dubbed Triple Threat. Members of Bend Sinister, No Dice, Witness Protection Program, and Devon Clifford from You Say Party and Cadeaux (and Whiteloaf) all lived there. He drove an orange 1981 Camaro Berlinetta to match his bright red hair and big personality. We would walk to the greasy spoon Bon’s Off Broadway to get terrible but cheap breakfast and to watch The coffee Sheriff pour undrinkable refills of sludge. It was like living in the movie Withnail and I, but funner. We all wore pins that said Do You Party? on them.

It felt like Vancouver was blowing up and You Say Party was the hand-clapping drum majorette leading the pack. Ladyhawk, Black Mountain, Radio Berlin, New Pornographers, Destroyer, S.T.R.E.E.T.S., The Doers, They Shoot Horses, Don’t They? And The Organ highlighted just how tight-knit and diverse our scene was. Relentless touring and glowing reviews for You Say Party’s sophomore Lose All Time ensured they were head of the class, despite being unable to tour the US due to a previous border snafu.

Lose All Time sat on top of the Earshot charts for what seemed like forever. Famous for their frenetic live shows, and aided by stunning videos, their sophomore effort was a clear progression from Hit The Floor! It still harnessed the visceral rawness of their origins, but hinted at a confidence and maturity that was to come. The title of Lose All Time was a reference to the discombobulation of constant touring and it too was a hint of what was to come.

The touring would take its toll. Fuelled by Chinese Red Bull; a well document public dustup between band members at a bar in Germany would throw everything into uncertainty. But it was that turbulence that would set the stage for XXXX and after a restorative tour to China, the stage was set for the penultimate You Say Party record.

Flash forward to 2009 and the city was on edge. Everything was about to change. Vancouver was preparing to host the world amidst the unfolding Great Recession. Anti-Olympic protests ramped up. A gang war raged in the streets and made international headlines, tucked behind Swine Flu hysteria and the ongoing imperialist war on Iraq.

It seemed like all the venues started closing and all our friends were moving to Berlin or Montreal. We starting looking in. Is this the city we want? Was it just growing pains? This kind of introspection is clearly reflected in XXXX. If Lose All Time was a record the band wanted to make, XXXX was a record for the people; a record for the city of Vancouver; a record for 2009.

"I finally feel like a singer, rather than a dancer who loves being in a band" said Becky Ninkovic at the time. It’s a perfect quote. One that succinctly captures the maturity and focus of the record. After a breakdown for Ninkovic, a year of rest and vocal lessons, Exclaim! announced XXXX to be a career resuscitation.

And it was. Going back now and rediscovering the record is such a magical thing. Opening for You Say Party with my band Taxes in 2008, I was impressed with the new material even if was a little jaded (I mean I was almost 30). But now with time and space I can see the songs they were working on were truly timeless. Laura Palmer’s Prom could so easily slot in with the latest 80s synthwave revival along alongside bands like Lust for Youth, Lower Dens, and Chromatics.

Overall, XXXX sounds like an exhale. A moment of stillness when you know you’ve made something extraordinary. When you know all those moments combined; moments of sheer terror, adrenalin, elation, boredom, and longing- culminate in a piece of art that once you let go of it- you just know in your gut that it’s right. It draws you in, wrestles with a brooding tension, then sends you into a churning whirlwind of tight drums and buzzing synths. It’s a remarkable achievement.

There’s plenty of vintage YSP sass throughout. “She’s Spoken For”, “Make XXXX”, and “Cosmic Wanship Avengers” are all classic synth punk gems, but the it’s in the subdued that the album really grips. “Dark Days”, “There is XXXX (Within My Heart)” and the sprawling Kate Bush like ballad “Heart of Gold” are the hallmark of a band that is comfortable exploring the limits of their genre. While lyrically quite positive, the melodies are daunting. Indeed, as Pitchfork put it, “the slower pace and more sentimental outlook of XXXX gives listeners the necessary space and encouragement to surrender to the band's emotional message”.

And it was a message they would finally return to the US with in 2009. The band was poised for mainstream breakout success. They were long listed for the Polaris and they won a Western Canadian Music Award for Best Rock Album of the year. Much has been written about what would happen next. I don’t want this article to be about the tragic onstage death of drummer and friend Devon Clifford, but it’s inexorably linked to the band’s story.

And I can only really tell it from my point of view. I wasn’t sure I would go to the funeral but a mutual friend told me that Devon would want me to go. Portland Hotel Society, a local housing provider which Devon had thrown the weight of his passion behind, rented a bus to drive out to Abbotsford. I held up pretty well until my friend Al Boyle got up to play. Then some yelled “Spagett”. Then Krista and Becky sang “Cloudbusting” and I lost it.

The band would try to carry on. Krista would leave the band and Bobby Siadat and Robert Andow of the band Gang Violence would fill in for touring. When that didn’t go as planned Al Boyle who had been in the punk band Hard Feelings with Devon would replace Bobby. They officially went on hiatus in 2011 only to reunite a year later with Krista back on keys and a drum machine in place of Devon.

And while the band’s self titled 2016 release would be their moment of closure, the reissue of XXXX is one of celebration. Celebration of what they made with Devon. Celebration of a near perfect moment in time. A capsule of a entire city at it’s peak. The band has changed. The scene has changed. And I’ve changed. But there will always be XXXX within in our hearts.

'Cause every time it rains

You're here in my head

Like the sun coming out

Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen

And I don't know when

But just saying it could even make it happen

Sean Orr Vancouver, BC January 2020

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We are so excited to reissue a limited run of XXXX on clear vinyl through Paper Bag Records Vintage for Record Store Day on August 29th! Support your local stores & grab this album on vinyl for the first time in 10 years! https://recordstoredaycanada.ca #yousayparty #YSPWSD

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About Sean Orr Sean Orr is a writer, musician, artist, activist, and dishwasher living and working in the unceded Coast Salish territories of Vancouver, B.C. Besides his twice weekly news column in Scout Magazine he writes for Beatroute and has written for Vice Magazine and Montecristo among others in the past. He’s the frontman in the punk band Needs and also has a pickle company called Brine Adams. Twitter | NEEDS | Tea & Two Slices | Flickr

#yousayparty #xxxx #vinyl #reissue #paperbagrecords #yousaypartywesaydie #dancepunk #seanorr

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cooltastrophe · 5 years

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so my group is back to urban fantasy game and damn yall we had a hell of a session I’m gonna spare y’all and put this under a cut bc it’s long but it’s a truly epic tale

So my character has been crushing on this fae since this time last season. Crush Fae owns NYC’s best goblin market and also keeps Asshole Fae captive. Asshole Fae is this nasty guy who seduces women and steals their names. I rescued two of his victims last year as part of baby’s first goblin market adventure. Also I’ve made it clear to the GMs that I intend to kill him.

Anyway this year Crush Fae has decided that 5 members of our organization are their Champion. They explain to us we have to go through a chain of trading things in order to pick up an item they need. Our party is: half of the organization’s HR division, one (1) Shooty Boy, and an actual circus clown who believes he’s on a reality show. Rich Guy With Parent Issues (but not the ones you’d imagine) is on HR with me, and he and I were at baby’s first goblin market adventure together so we know Crush Fae, but none of the others have met them, although Shooty Boy does have a dope ass fae-made arm that he got after losing his in the Most Dangerous Game last year.

So we go to our first sidequest stop which is, ahem, picking up a dead body from some EMTs. Also a lady from the fbi is following us which has my character freaked the fuck out bc she’s already got some shit going on with the feds but anyway. Parent Issues Guy and Party Planner Lady, who’s the other HR person there, distract the fbi lady while Clown and Shooty Boy decorate the body bag to look like the clown’s bag in order to get it into our car.

Next stop we have to pick up a spirit spider, this isn’t too difficult. Then we take them both to Vampire Butcher, who is also a blood witch and who also happens to be my roommate’s boyfriend. I haven’t actually met him yet and even though I love her I just cannot bring myself to trust her judgement or this man. So as he’s putting his fresh body away for, um, ritual use, I’m talking to him and he asks about my roommate. He says he’s glad I’m looking after her and I say, yeah, I’m looking after her. And y’all the gm rolled zero successes to resist intimidation and this fucking pack leader vampire almost went into a frenzy bc he was so cowed, you don’t fuck with my friends

So in return for the body and the spider he’s given us a briefcase full of cash, which we take to the pocket dimension bodega. We exchange it for Crush Fae’s item, which is a sandwich made by the best chef in the fae realm. Just when it looks like everything’s about to wrap up, ASSHOLE FAE APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE.

It turns out the way Asshole Fae’s imprisonment works is that once a year Crush Fae has to choose a task and a set of Champions to carry it out. If Asshole Fae can stop the Champions from completing the task, he gets to be free. So now it’s going to be a race to get this bitchin’ sandwich back to Crush Fae before Asshole Fae rips all our throats out. Asshole Fae is about to leave the bodega (which is strictly neutral territory) when I hold him up for a second.

“How much would it cost me to keep you here for a couple of hours?”

So, in return for giving my friends until midnight to get a head start, I have to give up my Championship - meaning Crush Fae doesn’t remember me at all anymore. It’s a big deal bc not only is that relationship a thing I’m working on narratively, I’ve actually paid experience points into representing it mechanically. Not to mention it would fucking crush my character, since it was the first real connection she made since she betrayed her girlfriend and went to prison 3 years ago. BUT I’m determined to be heroic and brave, so I give it up.

The rest of the party goes out and gets to work, calling our organization to drop off a car and their weapons at a meetup point, leveraging contacts to get a better route through the city, etc etc. Meanwhile I’m sitting in the bodega writing (my character is a journalist) while he’s trying to taunt me. I manage to get some backstory out of him, but he also tells me how difficult it will be for Crush Fae not having these memories, apparently they’ve put a lot of trust in someone before and got burned real bad. But I’m trying to act like it doesn’t affect me knowing this stuff. At midnight he’s about to leave and I hold him up once more.

And then I drop this bomb ass poem that I actually wrote in the real world essentially saying that he is NOTHING and I am going to ABSOLUTELY DESTROY him.

So that ends up being our first chase roll and I beat him, and now he’s pISSED. But my friends have a good head start and also some insane buff abilities. Circus Clown is able to hand out re-rolls like candy and also has a pool of 3 extra dice that can be used any time and refreshes every scene; Shooty Boy lets us re-roll any successful die (not just 10s), and Party Planner gave us all a condition that lets us get an exceptional success with just 3 successes. This party is a TEAMWORK MACHINE and we are CRUSHING IT.

The rest of the game is one long chase sequence (intercut with shots of me drinking copious amounts of coffee and ambling slowly towards the final destination). We get some truly incredible moments including: sneaking through the back room of every party supplier in New York; attempting and not quite succeeding at stealing the ambulance from our EMT contacts; and perhaps best of all, assembling a bomb out of party planning supplies and EMT gear (nail polish remover, lidocaine, and hair spray are a hell of a combination), and encasing it in a set of circus balloons tied into the shape of a grenade, which the party then affixed to the end of an arrow which Shooty Boy shot while standing in the sunroof of our company car as the party drove over the Brooklyn Bridge.

We all arrive at the goblin market just ahead of Asshole Fae, to his anguish and Crush Fae’s delight. Crush Fae shares the sandwich with all of us, even me, although they don’t think they’ve met me before. Asshole Fae shakes his little vial of memories at me as a reminder of the one tiny victory he did win, but I just lick the delicious sandwich grease off my fingers.

As we’re wrapping up, Parents Guy asks Crush Fae if they can help him find his mom. Crush Fae would be willing, in exchange for a favor. I ask Crush Fae to take a walk with me,but Parents Guy stops us. He says he’ll take the deal, and offer something extra: a memory. Crush Fae is intrigued when he says they ought to take the memory up front. He gives them all his memories of my and Crush Fae’s interactions - including the first time we met, and the last time we saw each other before their memories of me were taken. With those first and last memories back in place, everything comes rushing back as Crush Fae realizes what happens.

In the distance, we hear a tiny glass vial break, and a shout of rage.

#Made by Asher #asher does rpgs #this session was unbelievably good #like could not have been more perfect #we actually did a good fucking job for once and i'm so happy

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chogiwank · 6 years

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Internship - CEO!Jaehyun Smut

Pairing: (sort of Fratboy!Jaehyun)CEO!Jaehyun x CollegeStudent!FemaleReader/SecretaryIntern!FemaleReader

Warning: not 100% proof read smut smut smutty smut smut like its pretty rough, dirty and long i apologize i got carried away jaehyun stans this boy really makes my dirtiest fantasies come out including doyoung and johnny SKSKSKSK

a/n:here’s a really overdue post LOLLL thank you for the wait loves,, we appreciate your support!! also i can finally drive a car!! WOOT WOOT i got my G1 (practice licence) and coincidentally finished this smut today as well so seems like a really good day to celebrate loll ; ))) enjoy reading you freaky deakies - Doyoung’s Darling

College parties were truly overrated: filled with the stench of booze, drunk, horny students trying to get into each other’s pants and really shitty EDM. Oh god, the first year of getting into college as a freshman I expected a whole life-changing experience, really it was better than high school but still just as shit. Nothing really changed, there was still the huge workload and the parties seemed more lame, of course maybe it wasn’t the party, maybe it was just me - I was probably boring but in all honesty I was never fond of partying, the whole reason I’m even sitting in the middle of a frat house is because of my friends forcing me. All of them pretty much party animals and I was the one who was always kind of left out, just followed along for the sake of them being my friends, especially because I didn’t have many, only two of my high school buddies - Lisa and Ten.

Both of them very much alike, kind, bubbly, funny, and dancing freaks with great style. Being the new kid at high school in the junior year they were the first ones who offered to show me around and hang out until I got adjusted to the school. Having Ten in art class was fun since we drew silly pictures of each other and sometimes our teacher who kind of looked like Batman, he had the voice too - although he was always in a shitty mood and would complain about his personal life instead of teaching which was really annoying and ruined Batman for me so fuck that.

Lisa, I’d met at lunch when Ten told me to come to sit with him, she and I got pretty close in a short amount of time, developed our trust really fast - it was almost instant. We’d end up telling each other many things in the span of a month or two from crushes, gossip to even some family problems which happened throughout the year. I never regretted meeting either of them that day, in fact, it was possibly the best moment.

“Y/N! c’mon get up!” Lisa shouted over the loud music as I denied her request shaking my head. “No! Get up and dance, your man is on the floor too!”

“My man?” I shouted back, “I do not have a man for your information!”

“Oh stop lying to yourself,” Ten voice came from beside me as he bent over the couch startling me. “You love him, you’ve been in love with him since you first saw him on the first day of college.”

“Bullshit-“

“Damn right you’re spurting bullshit if you keep denying it now, up you coward!” Ten said pulling me up from the couch, Lisa helped out grabbing my arm and tugging me into the middle of the dance floor. Sweaty bodies bumped against each other and occasionally made contact with me, cringing from the strong scent of alcohol mixing with the utterly horrible stench of sweat,

“ugh this is so gross.”

“Don’t be such a party popper girl, go walk up to your man, dance with him!” Lisa encouraged shoving me from behind.

“Nonono please I don-“

“Y/N if you don’t do this I’ll cancel our friendship and call you a pussy for the rest of your life.” Ten said raising an eyebrow.

“You wouldn’t-“

“Try me.” He said sternly.

“Okay, okay fine! I’ll do it just don't-“ I let out a shriek as I fell forwards from a strong push, crashing into someone else falling down on top of them. My shirt became soaked from the spillage of alcohol on it, causing me to groan from the unexpected incident.

“You okay?” The stranger who became my accidental pillow asked, the voice sounded oddly familiar. I sat up getting off of the stranger’s lap looking at them, and that’s when I realized this stranger was more than just a stranger - Jung Jaehyun. The most popular senior college kid, the stereotypical frat boy I swore to never fall for but his looks drove me in another direction. He was really handsome and cute. His body was built all muscular but his face had soft features and dimples with chubby cheeks, it was odd but that’s what intrigued me to him. The difference between his interior and exterior made me curious, I wouldn’t say I’d want to date him but surely wanted to spend a night with him see the type of man he was - cold fuck boy, or a genuine sweetheart.

“Y-yeah I am, thanks for breaking my fall.” I snapped myself out of my thoughts.

“Well it wasn’t really my choice but at least you’re not hurt.” He chuckled. “Ah but your shirt.” He pointed.

“Oh yeah, I guess I’ll be up cleaning it tonight.” I sighed.

“I could help you out..” Jaehyun trailed off.

“Well I mean, it’s not really-“

“I don’t mean I’ll pull moves on you and try to have sex, I could just help you bc that’s gonna be a hard stain to get out.”

“Y-yeah sure.”

“Follow me.” He smiled getting up from his spot on the ground leading me off the dance floor upstairs. I looked over my shoulder to see Ten and Lisa making kissy faces towards us, I rolled my eyes. They were so childish, but I’m guessing that what everyone thought now the scene sort of looked like that. They all looked pretty busy sucking each other’s faces off so hopefully, nothing spreads around. Walking up the stairs he made small talk asking my name and such if I was enjoying the night.

“Here,” Jaehyun said opening a bedroom door and walking in. “You can borrow one of my shirts while I clean yours.”

“I...” hesitantly stepping into the room I nodded at the boy.

“Take this.” He tossed over a plain yellow shirt. “Hand it back to me next time we meet.” He opened up the bathroom door gesturing me to walk in.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him, closing the door behind me switching the shirts and handing my dirty one to him. “This is such a big shirt.”

“Really? No way!” He laughed. “I thought we were the same size but I guess not.”

I rolled my eyes and giggled at his sarcasm. “It’s awfully nice of a fuck boy to share his clothes and not make intentions to fuck.”

“A fuck boy?” Jaehyun put a hand over his chest pretending to be offended. “Is that how you see me?”

“Kind of what you’re labelled as.” I shrugged.

“Well just so you know I may dress like one but I’ve only had sex with one girl.” My eyes widened at his confession.

“No way, that’s a lie!”

“Yes way, I’ve made out with some but never fucked them.” He slightly smiled. “What about you kid?”

“two dudes...” I shifted my gaze to the ground.

“Whoa, two? Who’s the real player here?” He teased elbowing my shoulder.

“Well the first one was my ex-boyfriend during sophomore year and the second was this dude from the beginning of senior year, just a little fling.” I blushed in embarrassment. Jaehyun laughed at my reaction, and wow his laugh was really pleasant I could’ve listened to it all day, possibly made it my ringtone.

“Were they any good for you.” He winked.

I shook my head. “Maybe it's just me but in all honesty not really.” I giggled. With that Jaehyun’s demeanour changed, from the giggly atmosphere to a tense one. He walked closer to me as I stepped back slightly intimidated. Eventually falling back onto the bed, his body hovered over me.

“Are you a challenge?”

“What?” I furrowed my brows.

“You’ve never had a man please you properly, either they were shit or you’re a challenge,” Jaehyun smirked.

“Oh..” suddenly becoming bold I answered his question. “Why don’t you show me how a woman should be pleased.”

“Don’t regret it, pretty girl,” he whispered.

“Only if you suck.” I teased.

“Don’t underestimate me, you’ll be screaming and clawing down my back pretty girl.”

“Prove it.” I bit my bottom lip.

“Get on your knees.” He whispered placing a wet kiss on my neck. “And for now, call me daddy.”

“Yes, daddy.” I obeyed his orders and that night was possibly the most memorable during my first year involving one of the best orgasms I’d had in my life, Jung Jaehyun surely knew his ways in pleasing a woman and boy was he right about not underestimating him.

Although that was the only memory I had with him, basically a one night stand. The handsome senior who’d left during my second year because he’d graduated and was never to return again, lucky him. Loser me because I‘m stuck in this place for four years working on my Masters for Business, not even sure if it was a good idea but my best option I had.

Here I was now last year college completing a Business major along with an internship to be a secretary. It was my first day as a student intern, I wanted to gain experience before heading into the work field but it didn’t seem to go so well, the day barely started and I was 7 minutes late to meet my boss - so much for a good first impression.

Running through the front gates of the company and informing the desk lady she guided me towards the room I thanked her following her directions.

Stopping in front of the office letting out a sigh, I stared at my blurry reflection in the frosted glass door, straightening my skirt and blazer I turned the handle stepping in with a smile and apologized to the man who sat at his desk jotting something down on paper, I could only get a view of his head top but continued to introduce myself.

“Hello sir, my sincerest apologies for being late transportation trouble really messed up for today- I’m sorry if this makes me seem sloppy but I shall do better every other day.”

Still not looking up from his papers the man spoke,

“So you’re the new intern?” His voice didn’t sound cold nor annoyed, it sounded soft surprisingly.

“Yes,” I replied brightly.

“I’m surprised.” Raising his head up to look at me, I was shocked at the realization of who I was interning for, “nice to meet you again, y/n.”

He gave a warm smile extending an arm out for a handshake.

“Wow...I can't believe this. It’s been so long...” I stammered. “Great to see you again, Jaehyun.” I smiled back at him.

Jung Jaehyun...the senior college boy, my one night stand I’d never thought to see again was now my boss - the CEO I was to be a secretary for.

“Small world.” He brightly smiled revealing his dimples. They were so deep just like I remembered four years ago, he looked exactly the same, his body still fit and his kind interior still existent. “I won’t count this as you being sloppy, I’ll let you get away with it this once,” he raised an eyebrow. “But please keep a steady schedule and be on time.”

“Of course.” I gave him a nod and apologetic smile.

“Now, I’ll get you adjusted to the building from the help of my secretary,” Jaehyun buzzed and called in for his secretary, Kira.

“Kira, please show our new intern Y/N around. Get her familiar with everything before she starts her actual work here in a year, from the morning routines to where every file is, all the way down to our closing and overwork routines.” The tall tanned brunette flashed him a smile and “yes sir.” Before leading me down to her office and around the building. For a month she helped me around until I got to know the place and by the end of it, I got to know the building as well as her. I’d help her out as her assistant and attend to matters Jaehyun would assign her to. She was a really kind person to be around and a fantastic talker, I swear she’d be talking 9/10 times every day - not hearing her voice once would make everything seem very off. It was nice though, great company to have sadly she would be moving onto a different company once my internship was over and I took her place.

Sitting in Kira’s office she chatted about watermelon being the superior fruit i apologize i was thinking about that dumbass mark lee and idk why, it was an odd topic but she made it sound like this genuine world issue. her comments were hilarious, I’d almost fell off my chair crying with laughter. She’d finished her last sip of tea, setting the papers back into files, and files back into the cabinets.

“Well, I’ll be off early today, Can you inform Mr.Jung? I’ll be in an hour early in the morning to finish everything off. Close the front doors for me?”

“Yes of course. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I waved off Kira as she walked out of her office and waited for the sound of the elevator ding signalling she was gone. I picked up the keys she’d left on her desk slipping the lane yard around my neck. Heading to walk out the office door I’d heard the intercom ring, I went to go attend it as it’d obviously be Jaehyun...uh Mr.Jung in need of some assistance. Of course, I already had to go meet him to inform him about Kira’s absence, and so I answered the intercom.

“Kira, I need you in my office please.” His voice rang through, I’d heard it almost every minute I was in the building but hadn’t seen him for a while, more specifically since I’d started the internship. It was kind of a bummer really but every time Kira sent me in to drop off files to his office he’d be at a meeting or such, so we never really talked or met after that day. Nothing much happened between us, despite our past history... maybe we just grew up, maybe it was us being normal horny teenagers back then, we were just more professional now. Although, was he still as good? I wondered a little too excited, expecting a little too much. he didn’t even know his secretary left, he’d have no intentions to really do anything, but would it change since this would be our first time alone in years? Would lust take over us once more?

Standing in front of his office door I opened the top button of my blouse and fixed my skirt just a little in hope of intriguing him - a little cleavage never hurt anyone. Twisting the knob and pushing open the door I stepped in to see him sitting on the red leather couch focusing on reading through documents.

“Kira...” he spoke without looking up. “I need you to keep these documents with you and give them to me tomorrow morning, it’s for the finance-“ he’d cut off his speech at the sight of me and not his secretary he’d been expecting. “Oh sorry I.. I thought-“

“Kira left,” I told him pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Oh, she did? That’s weird she-“

“she told me to tell you but you called her in before I could.”

“Alright alright, that’s fine.” Jaehyun looked down and up my body subtly biting his lip as his gaze landed upon my boobs which peaked out from my unbuttoned blouse. “Why don’t you head home.” He cleared his throat.

“I was, but again you called in.”

“Oh yeah, sorry please don’t let me stop you.” He gestured for me to walk out. Disappointed I nodded and bowed down as a goodbye, walking towards the office door I stopped as he spoke,

“Wait but if you don’t mind, can we have a small chat.”

I smiled. “Of course, why not?” I turned around walking over to where he sat on the couch. “Could I sit?”

He chuckled. “Why do you have to ask? You’re not some slave I’m gonna treat like shit. Just sit.” He pats the empty spot beside him, I laughed sitting down one leg over the other. An awkward silence washed over us not knowing which one should speak and about what, because talking about the past would just mention that night.

“So how have you been?” Jaehyun asked his tongue dart out licking his lips.

“I’ve been well, it’s been a while I’m surprised you work here...” I fiddled with my fingers. “Surprised you ended up my boss.”

“Well I never really expected the girl I had a one night stand with to be my soon to be secretary. “ he laughed. I blushed at his mention of the one night stand, my face turning a tint of pink caused him to laugh harder.

“Hey, hey! It’s not funny! “ I playfully pushed him. “You can’t expect me to not blush after you mentioned...that.”

“Well, what else would I say? There’s not much.”

“That true..” I nervously smiled covering my face as it got redder.

“Gosh was it really that embarrassing, why are you so red?” He said. “From what I remember you really fucking enjoyed it.”

“shut up!” I said slapping his arm and grabbing the pillow placed on the couch to bury my face in. He laughed at my reaction.

“I’m joking!” Calming down from the laughter and embarrassment he nervously spoke, “am I out of line to say I missed you?”

“W-what?” My eyes grew wide from his confession. “You missed me?”

“Yeah...” he chewed his bottom lip. “Not because of the sex... well that yes but also because I wanted to get to know you as a person. You seemed really different and kind rather than all the other girls at college.”

“In all honesty, I wish I got to know you more too. Kind of had a really big thing for you...”

“I know” he chuckled.

“Huh?” My brows furrowed in question.

“Your friend, Ten told me.”

“Seriously? That asshole!” I sighed. “I‘m gonna beat him when I see him” I mumbled.

“No, no please don’t do that! When he told me I started to take interest in you more.” His gaze shifted to the ground. “I wanted to talk but I got shy every time, I have no idea why you made me nervous.”

“Me? Make you nervous?” I raised an eyebrow. I made Jung Jaehyun nervous? He nodded his head ‘yes’, his cheeks turned pink and dimples prominent from his embarrassed smile.

“You were gorgeous.” He mumbled but clear enough for me to hear.

“no I...” I trailed off.

“Still are, and hell of a lot sexier. If I could have you like that again I would-“

“Why don’t you?” I spoke up placing a hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. “C’mon why don’t you? You said it yourself.”

“I know but...”

“Hmm” I hummed as he hesitated on an answer, unbuttoning my blouse enough to reveal the lacy red bra underneath. His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes landed on my chest. “I guess you’re just not as fun you used to be, you were less of a pussy actually had some know how’s and now you're just such a bummer.” I teased to get him to make a move. His jaw stiffened and eyebrows furrowed.

“What you think I don’t know how to please a woman anymore?”

“A little...” I shrugged a shoulder and smirked, “Prove me wrong, I dare you.”

“Don’t talk so much, it’ll get you in trouble.” His aura changed as he stood up looking down at me.

“Punish me for it.” I breathed out. “Fucking-“ I felt a sharp sting on my cheek as Jaehyun slapped me.

“You shouldn’t use such profanity with a pretty mouth like yours.” Tangling his fingers through my hair he roughly pulled back. Cupping my chin with his other hand he tapped his thumb on my bottom lip, “ open” he commanded. I obeyed as he roughly shoved two fingers in my mouth hitting the back of my throat prompting a gag. He let out an evil chuckle from the reaction. “Suck” I bobbed my head up and down his slender fingers, swirling my tongue around them as I looked up at him through my lashes to see him smirking. Releasing his grip on my hair he moved his hand down to my neck, tracing my collar bones and back up to where my neck joined my jaw squeezing hard but enough to allow air to pass through. The breath play elicited an accidental moan. “You like that, don’t you?” His voice deep and teasing. Jaehyun lets go of my neck allowing me to take proper breaths and removes his fingers from my mouth, now glistening in saliva.

I nodded my head biting my bottom lip seductively, “Yes daddy, is it too dirty for you?” I innocently spoke. He scoffed, bending down face-to-face with me.

“Not dirty enough.” He placed a rough kiss on my lips, shoving his tongue into my mouth exploring every inch. Eventually breaking the heated kiss, our lips still connected by a thin line of saliva, which ultimately broke as Jaehyun stood back up. I heavily panted in an attempt to catch my breath. “You better put that pretty mouth of yours to work,” he pushed my head forward, my lips landing on his clothed erection. “Take daddy’s cock in your mouth.” I began to lick and suck his bulge through the fabric of his pants, beginning to get needy to have the familiar taste of his cock in my mouth I pulled back to unbuckle his belt, surprisingly Jaehyun didn’t move from his position - his hand tangled in my hair while his other lay on his side. Opening the button and pulling down the zipper his pants dropped down to his ankles. His white boxers had a wet spot from his pre-cum, I yanked them down to pool at his ankles and he stepped out of the material. His cock sprung up leaking with pre-cum, it was hard and big the perfect fucking size and fuck I was ready for it, for him.

Taking it into my mouth I pushed my head down his length, taking him all into my throat causing me to let out a gag and muffled groan. Jaehyun let out a deep sigh throwing his head back, “fuck I didn’t think you would do that.” I moaned around his cock and began moving my head up and down, his grip tightened in my hair as he controlled my actions to what he desired- the faster or slower he wanted. I grabbed onto his thighs my nails digging into his skin as he forced my head down on his cock at a fast pace. Tears welled up in my eyes threatening to fall from his rough actions until he slowed down stopping at the tip of his cock. I didn’t let go just looked up at him facing down with a devilish smirk. He brought his free hand to my face, his index and thumb placed on my nose pinching my nostrils closed. He continued his before rough action moving my head down his length, the tears which I previously held in my eyes fell down my cheeks coloured black from the now ruined mascara. The lack of oxygen caused me to see stars as my eyes rolled back, my nails still deep in his thighs bound to leave crescent marks. Taking his cock out of my mouth and releasing my nose i tried to take in a deep breath causing a cough.

He roughly pulled me up from my seat on the couch, bending me backwards onto the glass table in front of it.

“You asked for this, better not be regretting it y/n.”

“Not one bit,” I croaked out due to my sore throat. “use me like a toy, all yours.”

“what a dirty slut.” Jaehyun slapped my cheek, I gasped from the sting. I felt my blouse rip open, a button or two popping off to land elsewhere in the office. My bra now exposed and my blouse bunched up around my waist. He began to roughly massage my breasts and kiss along my neck down to my collarbone, leaving a red mark on it. One of his hands snuck around to my back to unclasp my bra, I arched up to help him a little. Opening my bra with one hand he pulled it off throwing it onto the couch. He stood up above me staring down at my half-naked figure, biting his lip causing me to blush.

“I’ll repeat once again,” he breathed. “Fucking gorgeous.” He hovered back over me placing a passionate kiss on my lips, kissing back I placed a hand on his nape and the other played with his locks. Moving back from the kiss he smiled brightly, both of his deep dimples appeared on his cheeks.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts, he sucked and bit on the skin underneath one of my breasts, creating a purple bruise and slight teeth marks. He licked up to my nipple, nibbling and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud - a moan eventually escaped my mouth. His lips felt so good on my skin, sucking and kissing every exposed inch, I panted occasionally moaning at the feeling of his teeth sinking in.

Finishing up toying with my breasts, he fixed himself to place his cock in between them.

“Squeeze ‘em.” he ordered. I squished my boobs around his cock as he began to thrust back and forth, giggling at the thought of someone walking into the naughty scene - as I laid backwards on Jaehyun’s glass table half naked, his cock between my chest as he jacked off. “What? You like that dirty slut?”

“Yes daddy,” I bit my lip. “I love it, I can’t wait to have your big cock in me.” I played innocent, arching my back as Jaehyun pinched my nipples.

“Shit..shit” he breathed, running his hand along his length his juices spurting out I opened my mouth attempting to get a taste failing to get most as his cum rolled down my chin or landed on my chest. “I don't know if I want you as my secretary”

I pouted up at him, “why is that?”

“I don’t trust myself, I won’t be able to hold myself back...” he held onto my arm walking me over to his office door, pushing me hard against the glass. “I’d have you like this all the time, fucking you senseless. The whole office would know about it, about how filthy of a slut you are.” I felt a shiver down my spine as he dragged a finger along down to the zipper of my black pencil skirt. He dragged it down and pulled down my skirt, helping me out of it kicking it across the room. I felt a breeze on my wet pussy since I hadn’t worn panties today, and oh boy what a marvellous day to not. “No panties?” Jaehyun smirked. “Did you plan this?”

“I forgot, daddy.” I whimpered out feeling a hard smack against my ass cheek, muttering a ‘fuck’ underneath my breath. he ground his semi hard-on against my ass,

“I’m gonna have you such a mess after this.” placing kisses on my neck as he adjusted himself at my entrance. “ready?” I nodded my head to allow him to continue his actions, and at that, he roughly thrust into my pussy. In and out, in and out at a fast pace, sound of skin on skin mixed with the wetness of my cunt. I let out a chain of moans and profanities hearing him whisper lewd things into my ear.

“Fuck daddy, I’m so close.” I was breathless, his thrust practically knocking the air out of me.

“Then cum, cum all over my cock baby girl.” Sneaking his hand around to the front of my body he rubbed my clit harshly. I screamed out as my orgasm took over me, his name leaving the tip of my tongue from the pleasure washed over me. Jaehyun continued helping me ride out my orgasm but didn’t stop even after,

“Jae…jae please.” I whimpered. “Please stop I cant.”

He wrapped an arm around me supporting me up, “Yes you can, please baby girl, for daddy.” I let out a gasp from the sudden sensitivity I’d begun to feel from my previous orgasm.

“Then eat me out.” I panted.

Jaehyun slowed down his thrust, stopping with his tip in my entrance, “what was that?” He spoke smugly.

“Eat me out and I’ll cum for you, daddy.” Jaehyun obliged, carrying my limp body bridal style to the couch.

“But last orgasm daddy, please no more after.” He nodded his head in understanding and dove down his head between my thighs. Trailing wet kisses up to my heat he took in my already sensitive nub into his mouth, I swear I would’ve orgasmed right then and there - his mouth worked wonders.

He began to play with my clit, sucking and flicking it around, eventually inching down and licking up my slit. He continued his actions causing whimpers to escape my throat and fingers tangling tightly into his messy hair. Reaching the peak of my second orgasm I let out his name like a prayer, whispering profanities coming down my high. He cleaned up my remaining juices and his mouth where it dropped down to his chin.

He smirked, “you taste-“

“please don’t.” I heavily sighed, trying to control my breathing. Jaehyun chuckled, gently lifting up my body to be on top of his as he laid down on the couch. Playful, chaste kisses were left all over my face by him, making me giggle.

“I can’t believe we’ve done that…” Jaehyun trailed off.

“Again.” I cheekily added. “And it’s still the best I’ve ever had.”

“You better be serious about that, y/n.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked confused.

“Because, I was hung up over you after leaving college I don’t know why, it was dumb really dumb but I’m glad I did since I didn’t regret you one bit.” He flashed a loving smile. “Not then, not now.”

“What’re you saying?”

“You idiot. “ he rolled his eyes. “I’m saying, I wish I did this before but it may have not been the right time - maybe now isn’t the right time either but you feel right to me so…will you give me a chance?”

“dangerous business” I laughed. “but sure.” After pressing a soft, passionate kiss upon his lips Jaehyun and I laid on the couch, our naked sticky bodies against each other for a while until we split apart to get dressed and he dropped me off at home. Let’s just say that saying yes to the so-called fuck boy, my new boss and CEO was probably the riskiest but best decision, concluding as a very happily ever after. Not the best way to reference a fairytale ending but hey you all know what I’m saying anyways

a/n: not sure if the ending is shitty but for real, I had no idea how to end it after the sex OOPS

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Gertrude the magic tumour.

Life is a funny friend of mine. I should note too- It’s a good thing I’ve put in the time to understand her cutting sense of humour, otherwise I’d still be in the depths of depression. Now I know, life has a way of jabbing you in the ribs & showing you the truth, even when you’re trying to ignore it. In the end, I value honesty in my friendships, above all else. Some time in mid November, my best friend Katie & I found ourselves in JavaBlend laughing off the emotional storm that had rolled through our lives that passed summer. “Thank God that’s over” she said “Don’t you feel like it’s all making more sense now? I really feel like it’s all settling down again.” I laughed & agreed & didn’t dare to think of the alternative. As it happened, the very next morning brought a type of chaos that changed our lives forever (well at least into our present). Both Katie & I had some routine health-type-things to take care of at the hospital, so we decided to make a date of it. On our way to the hospital we talked about how much energy lives in hospitals- people rushing places, babies being born, people being told they are terminal, people being told they were going to live. “Lives change in hospitals, on a daily basis” I remember saying to her. I wish I was joking. I really did say that. Katie was going in for an ultrasound to track down a wondering IUD- a pretty common procedure. Definitely nothing to worry about. I was keeping myself entertained playing an extremely outdated version of CandyCrush. An hour passed, and I called my mom (who is a nurse) to soothe my worries about the long wait. “Oh don’t worry, the waiting is the longest part” my mom said. “That’s the thing mom, I’m actually in the waiting room waiting for her, she’s been in the exam room the whole time” “Oh, well, I’m not sure then” It wasn’t five minutes later that Katie rushed down the hallway back towards me in the waiting room. I could tell there was something wrong, by the fact that she hadn’t looked up from her feet. I, obviously asked her what was wrong. I don’t entirely think she noticed her tone- but she kinda shouted at me “Things are not okay. They found a huge tumour on my ovary.” At first, the doctors thought it was 15 cm, then, 18 cm, the final measurement being 21cm. Apparently, that’s the approximate size of a 6 month pregnancy. I didn’t tell her this, but between her two doctors appointment that day & holding stoic space, I bawled my fucking eyes out. Through everything else that had happened that year, Katie had been my rock. When my cousin died, when they were in the bush in BC, Katie & Kluane literally mailed me boxes of Annie’s (my ultimate comfort food when accompanied by frozen peas). They also spent countless hours on the phone with me while I cycled through my feelings of grief. This was going to be different though. I had to put aside all my fears about loosing one of the big friend-loves of my life, because I didn’t want to make the situation any harder to navigate for her. We still did make time to cry together about it, but mostly I was happy to be there for her as she processed what this meant for her. As you can imagine, there were a million up and down moments over the last few months. Katie has made it as “fun” as you could possibly make a tumour. She named the mass Gertrude, or Gertie for short. Gertie was a vessel for living truthfully & living hard. Not in the drugs & partying kind of way, but in the love as hard as you can, while you can. I can only speak about Gertie as an acquaintance. Katie is the only one that really knows what it was like to be so close to her, and so close to death. I really believe Gertie was an act of strange magic. Not in the way of fairytales, but in the way that she appeared at a time that I think at least a few of us needed a wake up call. She definitely acted as a mediator to heal difficult relationships, but more than that she taught us how to live our lives in a way we (I?) was afraid to before hand. Katie definitely developed a “fuck-it-I-might-die” attitude, which I was initially cautious of, but it ended up being pretty constructive. We had so much fun. We jumped in the ocean when there was ice on the ground. We danced. All the time. We never missed a moment to tell each other how much we love & appreciate one another. I mean, I can only speak from my experience here. I don’t want to glamorize this fucked life happening- I only feel like I can say these things because Katie has said them multiple times herself. Katie practiced being vulnerable & having to relying on people. Which, of course, was challenging, as she prefers to take on the ‘mom’ role in many of her friendship dynamics. Still, through it all, Katie demanded that I continue with making my plans to travel. The guilt & gratitude of holding that was difficult- knowing how badly I needed to go, but the conflict of not being there if she needed to get chemo. I’ll cut to the end, and say it didn’t end up being a malignant mass. Which we are all so, unbelievably grateful for. And which, admittedly also helps relieve some guilt about leaving this winter. At a certain point, it started to feel impossible to consider that she wouldn’t make it out of the surgery okay, but still it was a scary huge, life changing surgery. The night before the surgery, Mare & Ross & Katie & I had a candlelit ceremony (the ceremonies of late have been adundant to say the least). We thanked Gertie for drawing us so close, & said what she had taught us over the time we knew of her presence. Katie said that was the first moment she felt truly calm in the weeks leading up to her surgery. Katie still had us celebrate until the very last minute. The morning of her surgery, our house woke up at 4:30 am to get ready. 10 of Katie’s favourite people gathered in our kitchen in wigs & costumes. Soon a stretched limo pulled up to pick us up. We drove around town for an hour. We made a stop at the grocery store, in which a small parade of our favourite friends got orange juice and sparking water. There was even a strip tease. It was hands-down one of the best (okay, maybe only) pre-surgery parties I’ve ever attended. When we rolled up to the hospital, there was a hug train leading up all the way to the door. The love around was so unbelievably palatable. The surgery was a success, and Katie had a reasonably speedy recovery. Her hospital room, became much like our friend-family’s living room. We all hung out as long as we could, some of us sleeping there. She was home a few days earlier than her doctors expected. [Which was nice, because by strange circumstance, I had to get my wisdom teeth the day after her surgery, which meant I myself was more house bound than I hoped I would have been at that time]. It was for sure a weirdly cinematic moment- but Gertie did that for us. She helped us all realize our powers as individuals- compassion, reason, strength and kindness. [Also Mare and I have been working on our psychic abilities and it’s going SUPER well in case you were wondering.] And you know what, after all that, Gertie still comes up in our conversations like an old friend. I’m grateful for her- I mean I think we all are (but mostly because no one died).

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Stained Glass Eyes

Note: I’m a new fic writer! I love writing but I’m also super busy so I’m not sure how frequently I’ll get to write but I’m doing this so hopefully more often than not. Lmao also I started writing this like 2 years ago for a completely different fandom so the first few chapters (bc there will be more than one) the writing could be a little weird, I’m editing them and such but they’ll most probably be different than later chapters bc I’d like to hope that my writing has improved since then :) This is the 1st chapter, so it’s just getting things started, let me know if a part 2 is wanted!

Pairing: Lafayette x reader

Summary: (High School! AU) Lafayette and (Y/N) are seniors, and their paths only crossed under an unfortunate (and unlikely) event.

Warnings: some swearing, semi-badly translated french

Word count: 2310

Laf

“Merde” was my first thought as I walked into the school building. Three years into American high school, and I was not having une bonne fois (a good time). My friends were great, but I can’t say the same for Ridgeview High School. I was ready to go and explore the country, to bring justice to those who need it most. Instead, I was stuck in an old (and kind of dirty) building learning mostly boring things. Seulement une année de plus. Seulement une année d (Only one more year to go. Only one more yea)-

“Laf!” Hercules, one of my best friends (and partner and crime) yelled. He started barrelling towards me, having no mercy for the poor freshman he mowed down on his way over.

“Herc!” I shouted back, not being able to help myself. I ran towards him too, but, he wanted to high five, and I wanted to hug, so he ended up slapping me in the face and we both stumbled a bit.

“Fun.” I muttered, reeling slightly from the force of Hercules’ slap. Herc was laughing, seemingly unaffected by nearly falling to the ground. He was one of the few people I acted like a relatively normal person around. To most at Ridgeview, I was the aloof Frenchman, who wouldn’t give many people the time of day. I was with the “in crowd”, and no one could touch us. It bothered me that my friends and I didn’t bother to associate ourselves with people lower down on the “social pyramid", but Burr and Jefferson insisted that we had an image to keep up. As much as I enjoyed their friendships, their elitist attitudes really irked me, to the point where I could only take small doses of them. When we graduate Alexander, Herc, John, and I plan to band together and do something to help people in need. We just can’t agree on what to actually do. Start a nonprofit, become politicians, go on speaking tours, whatever it will take to make change.

“I would ask you how your summer was, but I spent most of it with you. How’s life?” Hercules asked.

“Eh, c’est pas grave, mais- (it isn’t bad but-)” I started talking but he was quickly distracted by Alex and John walking toward us.

“Johnny boy!” Herc yelled, yet again, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Jerkules!” John shouted back. Good to see he hadn’t changed a bit.

When they got to us, I smiled at Alexander. “‘Bonjour, Hamilton.”

“Salut, Lafayette, ça va (Hi, Lafayette, how are you)?” He grinned back at me.

I rolled my eyes. “Je ne suis pas un grand admirateur d’ici (I’m not a big fan of here).”

Alex slapped me on the back. “Well, feel sad no more!” His signature grin spread across his face, then he nudged John.

“Attention people of Ridgeview’s main hallway!” Multiple people looked up, some getting their phones out in order to spread the word of whatever John was about to say. “Alex and I are having a party at my house this weekend. Tell all of your friends!” he yelled.

“Except Thomas!” Alexander quickly added, only half jokingly.

Everyone immediately burst into excited chatter; people knew John and Alex threw the wildest parties, so it was no question that the turnout would be huge. I, for one, was quite excited. I loved their parties, particularly because of the chance of les jolies filles (pretty girls) attending.

I talked to Herc for a minute before turning around to find John and Alex making out against my locker. “Hey! Non! If you two could not taint my locker, that’d be great.” John pulled away and smiled sheepishly, but then proceeded pull Alex a locker over and continue their antics.

I quickly got my Physics II book out of my locker so I could not have to see any more of John’s tongue being that far down Alex’s throat, and hurried down the hall to catch up with Herc, who was on his way to find his English classroom.

“Herc! Attends (wait)-” I bumped into someone on my quest for my friend. I looked and was momentarily taken aback. Elle est trés belle (she is very beautiful). Her (Y/E/C) quickly drew me in. I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be friendly with those not in my social circle. I had never wanted to disagree with Burr’s philosophy more. However, after seeing a flash of fear in her eyes, I snapped out of it.

“Watch where you’re going.” I said, harshly. I know it was a bit cold, but I can’t show weakness or associate myself with someone as unknown as her, because I feared Jefferson, as did the rest of the school (except maybe Hamilton). I pushed down the emotion that came with bumping into her, and remembered what Jefferson said: “if you didn’t know who they are, then they must not be that important.”

It was lunchtime, and I was so relieved. Physics really was not my cup of tea, Mr. Jones’ lectures made sense when I was there, but as soon as I received the homework all of his words flew out the window.

“Laf!” Herc shook me lightly. “You’re totally out of it. What gives?”

“S’il te plait (please), never speak like that again. And I just had to go through more than an hour of electric fields.” I smiled lightly. Everyone at the table groaned, starting to complain about their teachers and classes they had this year.

I looked over to Jefferson, who was sitting a couple of people away from me, as far away from Hamilton as possible. He smiled lightly at me and waved. “How’s your first day of school going so far, Laf?”

“Like I said, J’ai plus de une heure de la physique. Je préfèrais être mis dans un champ électrique que apprends plus de choses sur eux (I had more than one hour of physics, I would rather be put in an electric field than learn more things about them).” I said, scrunching my nose up and earning some chuckles from my friends at the table.

“Okay, but you notably did not say that earlier, because you were speaking in English at that point,” John pointed out, Hercules nodding as well.

A collective chuckle spread across the table, then quieted down slightly, everyone having their own conversation. Honestly, the lunches at my school weren’t half bad, nobody really complained about them, and they had all the elements that are needed for a growing teenager. It was surprisingly good for the classic American high school. I looked around the room, and my eyes immediately landed on cette belle fille (that beautiful girl) I bumped into earlier. She was sitting next to girl with dark hair and a pink dress, who was talking to her, but she didn’t really seem to notice. She was staring right back at me. I quickly averted my eyes, making sure no one had seen the exchange. Like I said before, I wasn’t really supposed to associate myself with people outside the group.

A few minutes later, I looked back, but this time the mystery girl averted her eyes when I caught her staring for the second time. Je me demande qu’elle veut. (I wonder what she wants).

The lunch bell rang, causing a collective groan to ripple throughout the cafeteria. No one wanted to go back to class, obviously. I had U.S. History next and I was okay with that. I liked learning about this still kind of new country, and what lead to the systems in place today. That was my last period because I had a free one after that, so I planned on just going to the library and hoping to get a computer to study before Alex drove John and I home.

However, all throughout history, I couldn’t get that girl out of my head.

(Y/N)

The first day back at school was always one of the best. You walked into the Ridgeview doors slowly, taking in the environment you would be in for the next nine months.

You didn’t mind school, you were an honors student and on the student council. You kind of just cruised along socially, some people knowing who you were, and others not (despite you being friends with some of the most known and respected people in school), and that was mostly how you liked it. You were excited for the first council meeting tomorrow, you wanted to see if something could be done about the lack of functioning computers in the library and the state of the school bathrooms, you only ever used the one at home.

Along with making changes to the school, you help out with the special ed students when you can. No one really messes with the student council, not because you’re all badass and terrifying-- quite the opposite, actually-- it’s just that you make meaningful changes and people respected you for that.

Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice project throughout the hallway. “Attention people of Ridgeview’s main hallway! Alex and I are having a party at my house this weekend. Tell all of your friends!” John Laurens shouted.

“Except Thomas!”

Hmm, a party. You’ll have to ask your friends about whether you wanted to go or not. You quickly went to your locker to get your French textbook and hurried to class so as not to be late.

“Herc! Attends-” you slammed into someone when walking down the main hallway. You recognized that voice. Oh no, you just ran into Marquis de Lafayette.

You looked up slightly, feeling embarrassed. You definitely had a slight crush on him. Thinking about him may or may not have made heat rush to your cheeks. You made eye contact with him; his face was blank for a split second before a look you couldn’t really read crossed it.

“Watch where you’re going.”

Oh. You nodded slightly and scurried away. Your crush on Laf was one sided and shallow. It’s clear that he’s super hot, it’s quite hard not to like him. He could be cold, distant, and mean, and didn’t like to associate himself with people who weren’t as popular as him. Oh well, you could always admire from afar, and pretend that he was super nice and wanted to make out with you… kind of like how Alexander and John were against someone’s locker. As cool as you thought they were, you were not incredibly enthusiastic to continue watching.

You hurried along to your class, trying to see if you could find your friend Angelica on the way. You had no such luck, not finding her in the halls. Suddenly, a pair of cold hands clamped themselves over your eyes. “Guess who?”

Spoke too soon. “Eliza!” you exclaimed jokingly, knowing it was not her. You turned around, smiling at your best friend. Her eyes were curious, her dress was pink, and her mood was fierce. She was holding a can of Peace Tea (typical) and a little box in her outstretched hand.

“What’s this?” you asked, taking the box from her.

“Well, I didn’t see you all summer because I was in Florida, so here!”

You opened the box, seeing an assortment of little charms for a bracelet she had gotten you on her vacation. The charms shimmered and glinted in the fluorescent hallway lighting, and made a delightful jingling sound as you picked up the bracelet and inspected it. You’re sure Angelica had spent a lot of time trying to find charms that said something about you, and you engulfed her in a hug. “Thanks so much, Angel!”

“It’s Angelica.” she grumbled playfully.

“Yeah, well tell that to kindergarten me who didn’t know how to pronounce your name,” you smiled. “What do the new charms mean?”

Angelica grinned. “This one,” she pointed to a little fist, “represents our friendship, because we’re bros.”

You snorted, doing your best jock imitation. “Totally, my main dudebro!”

She rolled her eyes and continued. “This one’s a needle, to represent sewing the broken heart charm back together.” Wow, Angel had put a lot of thought into this. “The boxing gloves is what ur boo thang Laf does, and the best person in the universe, a.k.a. me, so obviously you have to have a charm to remind you of us.”

You gave her a look of horror, making sure no one had heard her announce your crush on the school’s resident frenchman. It’s not like it wasn’t uncommon for people to have crushes on him, especially considering his looks, but even so, if anyone heard that you had a crush on the Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, you would never live it down. “Shhhh!” you shoved Angelica lightly.

She laughed, showing you the last charm. “This one’s a shooting star, representing my knowledge that you’re going places with your life, and the fact that you should always remember that your dreams are possible and worth reaching for.”

You pulled her into a hug. She put so much thought into this, you really couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. “Thanks so much, Angel. I got you some knuckle tape but it’s at my house, you can come over after school if you want.”

“It’s all good, girl. And sure, I’ll meet you out front after school, I gotta go give Peggy her charger and head to music.” And with that Angelica walked off down the hallway, being mindful of the lost freshman.

You gently readjusted your french book that Laf had jostled and headed off to class.

At lunch, you and Angelica sat together, along with Peggy, Eliza, Sally, and Maria. You arrived to the table, quickly falling into conversations about your summers and excitement for the upcoming year. However, you quickly became very busy staring at Laf, Angelica and Maria were trying to figure out the equation of the curve of Peggy’s butt with their graphing calculators, and Eliza and Sally were having their own little conversation.

Angelica leaned over and nudged you. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You laughed. “As if I haven’t stalked his social medias for selfies all the time. I have seen many pictures in my years, young woman.” You continued to stare. You couldn’t help yourself, he was just so goddamned attractive. You’re pretty sure you could start a fan club for his biceps, you probably wouldn’t be the only one in it. The way his nose crinkles slightly when he smiled, or his tan skin, or how you really wanted to run your hands through his thick hair…

You were so busy staring and daydreaming that you didn’t notice him looking back at you. As soon as you snapped out of it, he quickly averted his eyes.

You hit Angelica’s arm repeatedly until she looked at you. “I just made eye contact with Lafayette,” you squeaked.

“I’ll start planning the wedding immediately.” She rolled her eyes, chuckling lightly at your antics, then added: “He’s not that great, you know.”

You mock gasped at her. “Angelica! We all know he’s all that great… looking.” You sent her a goofy smile.

She tried not to smile as she replied. “True.”

You looked back, just to see him staring right back at you. You were the one to avert your eyes this time. You turned to Angelica and started talking to her quietly, asking her what the eye contact could’ve meant.

Angelica just rolled her eyes again. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to get the invites out fast enough, your relationship with him is moving so fast!”

You laughed sarcastically. “Oh, ha fucking ha, Angel. You are actually the funniest person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

“I know, I’m hilarious.” She stood up and bowed dramatically.

“Hey, did anyone hear about Lams’ party?” Maria asked the table.

“Oh yeah, what do you guys think?” I asked, looking around at your friends’ faces.

“Hell yeah I’m in, I’m always ready to look hot and find a cute guy!” Peggy exclaimed. After getting a look from Eliza and Angelica, she coughed. “I mean, I always love partying responsibly!”

“Alright, calm down Pegs.” Sally said, causing a collective laugh to spread throughout the table.

“I’m fine with it.” Eliza said, having everyone agree with her.

“Alright, we’ll go then.” You said.

“Yes! Squad up!” Peggy yelled.

“How about shut up?” You laughed, pushing her shoulder lightly to let her know you were joking.

Shortly afterwards, the bell rang, and you all made your ways to your respective classes. After school, Angelica and Eliza came to yours, and you studied and argued passionately about conspiracy theories. They went home later, and after they left, you ate and went to sleep, preparing yourself for school the next day.

#lol sorry for that ending #this is my first imagine on here pls don't roast me #hamilton #hamilton imagine #lafayette x reader #lafayette imagine #reader insert #hamilton fanfic

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Asia, Canada, Australia or Caribbean?

From there, we went all around the country. From Sigirya, an ancient fortress built on a monolith, to lackluster national park safaris to the sea. We did some dives with more of my friends, then ended back in Colombo to dive and have a goodbye party with my dive shop. They set up an adorable little table on the beach for us to all drink and not really communicate over. Those boys tried, they did. But for all our efforts, my Singhala and their English remained at about the same level as it started at a year earlier.

I'd been postponing buying a flight out of Sri Lanka just because I had no idea where I was headed next. I'd been talking to people back in Vancouver, in the Maldives, and two in the Caribbean. One of the Caribbeans sounded ideal, but I knew it was only going to be for a short time, and I didn't think they'd give me enough money to wait around for that time. One was offering lots of money, but it sounded wayyyy too hard. The Maldives was offering still a decent chunk of money, but a lot of pandering to rich ass people and sharing a small room. After being so isolated for so long, I was nervous about sharing a small space with someone I was also going to be working with and had no control in choosing. Vancouver was great, but not a ton of pay and that city is real expensive. Plus I wasn't quite ready to give up my tropical life yet. And umm..diving in Vancouver is real cold. Real cold. Plus I was running out of time to do a Working Holiday Visa in Australia which I’d been talking about forever. So...there was a lot of back and forth. Eventually I decided to go to the Maldives. I left a big suitcase of dive gear and stuff with a friend in Sri Lanka (close to the Maldives and a cheap flight away) and headed home to my parents for a couple weeks.

Well, as is the theme of my life...the best laid plans of mice and men were folly in the end. In the airport on the way back to Chicago, I got an email formally offering me the job in the Caribbean that was ideal all but for the timing and pay. They were offering more than I expected and it all around just seemed like the best option. Well...good thing I'd just left my stuff in Sri Lanka. Crapola. Luckily, one of my customers in Sri Lanka was American and constantly flying Business Class between the two countries. He agreed to pick up my stuff and take it to Kentucky if I'd pick it up from him there. So. There we were. New plan of action. I'd now have almost two months before the new gig and there was no way I would last that whole time at home with any sort of sanity in tact. So I would head to Vancouver to get some residency time in, see some peeps and decompress.

It ended up being amazing. Cold. But amazing. I re-solidified my love affair with the city. And I reaffirmed my plan to end up in BC. I was there for long enough to catch up with everyone who still lived there, and meet some new friends in the process. I got ahold of the dive centre I'd been talking with before and convinced them to have me do some temp work with them. They were fantastic and I really enjoyed working with them. I took me a whhoollleee lot to get re-used to cold water diving though. And Vancouver diving. Man, that is a workout. (So many hills. So much weight. So many layers.) But, I built a solid relationship with them and will be able to join up with them again when I return to live there. I also, unrelated to that, and before I started working, met a guy who was a DiveMaster intern with them and struck up a casual love affair with him. And, one of my good friends was leaving town to spend some time with her new niece and nephew in Ottawa, so she gave me her room to stay in. So, I loosely had an apartment, a job, good friends, and a boyfriend for the month and a half I had returned to my beloved city. Honestly, I was pretty damn proud of myself. It was everything I needed after such a hard few years. It was such a strange and wonderful feeling to be happy again.

But, as they do, all good things had to end and I was heading back to Michigan before I knew it. I stayed for a few days, reconnected with some people, and then went off on an epic adventure with one of my favourite people alive. Somehow, I convinced one of my best friends to drive with me down to Kentucky and back to pick up my suitcase. He even drove his car. Friendship man, ya can't beat it. I was subjected to his horrible taste in music, he was subjected to my horrible taste in road trip entertainment (Star Wars Mad Libs for the win!) and we both laughed until we nearly peed ourselves pretty much the entire time. Except when we were both recovering from whatever the mystery food of Cracker Barrel did to us. Bad life choices, man. But we did find some rather quality resting places. Like Deez Butts BBQ and the sketchiest flea market I've ever seen. Where he obviously needed to buy a machete. And Dinosaur World. Where I obviously had to ride all the plastic dinosaurs I could get away with without getting kicked out. And try to mount a giant mammoth replica...and subsequently fall off a giant mammoth replica.

He met a few of my friends from when I used to live there. We stayed with one of them. Though, she was in prime sassy drunk form the whole time and he was thoroughly entertained. We went into Mammoth Cave, where I used to work. It was great to see it all again and relive a very strange time in my life. We had some adventures even trying to get my bag, which of course was the main mission. And we did much, much driving.

To pick up said bag, Google Maps took up through alllllll of the most desolate and windy of roads. Steve was very convinced I had brought him there to die where no one would hear him scream. The bullet holes in the street signs were probably what tipped him off. He started regretting not telling his parents or anyone but his roommate where he was that weekend. Especially when we lost any kind of cell service.

Not helping matters in the slightest, once we finally got near where we were theoretically supposed to be, the road that we were supposed to turn down did not exist. Somewhere near there, though, there was a two track path. So I thought...I guess that's it? And had him turn in. It. Was. Not. It. At the end of this track stood a very clearly meth den trailer. It was tucked away, out of site from the road, and 4 or 5 pieces of various cars/trucks were scattered around it. Paint was chipping along the plastic siding. And there was once a wooden porch there. Probably. At least I assume that's what that decrepit pile of wood next to the door was the remains of. Knowing what I do know about said customer...there was NO chance this was his house. In the very small, very dark window, someone was moving the heavy curtains to watch at us invading their property. Steve then, in his infinitely smart-assery asks “Do you want me to knock and ask if they have the bag we're looking for?”

And then I basically shouted at him to get the hell out of there before the second amendment destroyed both of us. We eventually found the right house. In a very fancy, very new, subdivision further down the road. When we tried to explain our path, we only received looks of confusion and disbelief that we should go that way. And also very clear directions to not take that route again. Thanks, Google Maps. Thanks Kentucky.

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