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supercorpkid · 3 years

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New girl.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3000.

Two weeks ago:

You haven’t stepped foot in school for five weeks after the science fair and you absolutely didn’t miss it. In fact, there was a part of you so done with the whole school thing, you genuinely considered it was time for you to go to college. But then you didn’t.

One day, you got up, dressed your school t-shirt, limped downstairs and went back to school with a cast on your leg. You thought you were limping back to your old life, but that didn’t happen.

Jamie was still going to school for these weeks you were out. And she was not alone. It was kind of silly of you to think she would go so long without a Luthor by her side and not make new friends. Jamie is nice, funny and sweet. People would obviously get closer once the evil cousin was out of the picture.

So, you went back to school, but not to your old life. Because there was somebody else.

“Hey.” You walked in the classroom, saw someone sitting in your desk next to Jamie, and they were talking and laughing like actual friends. Jamie was so shocked by your presence, it was like she hadn’t seen you in days, which wasn’t true because you saw her the day before.

“Oh my God, you’re actually back!” Jamie stood up and quickly rearranged some desk so you could sit close to her. “I’m so happy you two finally get to meet!”

“Oh, um, hi.” You looked at the girl in your spot, your words got stuck on your throat for several different reasons. One: she was pretty. Two: She absolutely knew who you are by the look on her face. Three: the look on her face. “I’m Jamie’s cousin, my name is-”

“I know who you are.” She interrupted you. “You’re a Luthor.”

“Maya!” Jamie scolded her, and you saw a shrug in response.

“Among other things, yeah.” You agreed with your head, annoyed. That went south really fast, didn’t it? Not that you were expecting anything different, but you were still caught by surprise.

“Sorry.” She looked down, looking almost embarrassed. It took her a few seconds, but she raised her hand at you. “It’s nice to meet you, your cousin talked a lot about you.”

“Oh.” You took her hands, adjusting the frame of your glasses back in position. “Yeah, nice to meet you too.”

And it was nice. Until it wasn’t.

And that was on the lunch break, when everyone else noticed your presence and the new addition to your table, and that turned into a nightmare very, extremely, painfully fast.

“Oh, look at that! Another freak joined the freak show.” Oh yeah, the freak show comment. You certainly didn’t miss that.

“Too bad Luthor didn’t break something else.” Like what? The neck?

“Was it really an accident or someone got revenge over the things her family does?” You are somewhat correct on this one.

“Did she got beat up for being a Luthor?” Nope. For being a Super, although you still believe someday you will get beat up for the Luthor part.

“Honestly, I don’t think they’ve beaten her up enough.” Ok, so that one stung a little.

“New girl, if I were you, I would get out of there… She’s a Luthor! Luthors are vicious.” And this one stung a lot.

You dropped your head low, feeling your cheeks burn of embarrassment. Great, someone else to be dragged through mud because of you and your name. You got up from the table when you heard that.

Jamie looked up to you, like she was asking you to stay, but Maya looked at you like she was expecting you to punch whoever said that. You did neither. You just left.

Kara came to pick you up five minutes after you called. You said your leg was hurting a lot and you couldn’t stay any longer. She didn’t question. There was nothing wrong with your leg, but a little white lie never hurt nobody.

When you went back to school the next day, you were sure Maya would not be seated close to Jamie anymore. You limped your way into the classroom and she wasn’t seated on the chair you used to sit, but she was in the one behind Jamie. You were feeling kind of shocked and happily surprised about it.

“Hey, you cool?” Maya asked, before Jamie even opened her mouth to say hi. You agreed with your head and sat.

“You just left.” Jamie looked worried and you smiled.

“Sorry, my leg.” You pointed at the cast. “Sometimes the pain gets too strong.” You shrugged then smiled a little. “Luthors are used to put other people through pain, and not to feel it.”

“Shut up, last time you saw a spider you picked it up and put it outside instead of killing it.” Jamie rolled her eyes at you and looked back at Maya. “She can’t hurt a fly.”

“No one can’t hurt a fly. It’s too fast.” You gave Jamie a smirk, because you could obviously hurt a fly with your powers and she knows that, when you heard a loud laughter behind her. You looked at Maya, with puzzling eyes.

“Sorry. That was kinda funny.” She shrugged and you furrowed your brows. Did someone else aside from your family laugh over a joke you made? Wait. Is someone at school laughing with you instead of at you? Well, that’s a first.

Today:

So, apparently, Jamie’s so cool the new girl doesn’t even mind your name. She still sits next to you both in every class you have together. She doesn’t mind (or at least doesn’t show) being called a ‘freak’, a ‘weirdo’ or ‘a nerd’.

“Is aunt Kara still picking you up everyday from school?” Jamie asks while you three make your way out of the school. You’re not limping anymore, your leg is almost recovered and your powers are kind of back (not at full potential, but it’s better than nothing). Aunt Alex promised she will remove your cast at the end of the week and you’re looking forward to it.

“Rao, no!” You say with a smile, it slowly turns into a frown when you realize what you just said.

“What’s Rao?” Maya asks and you look at Jamie, panicking.

“Oh, Rao! It’s, um, it’s a joke!” Jamie forces a smile through her own panic and you agree vividly with your head.

“Yeah! Once we were thinking what God’s name would be like, and we, I don’t know, came up with Rao?” You look at Jamie and she also agrees with her head.

“Is it stupid? Rao, yes.” Jamie says and you almost laugh at her for using Rao, it sounds weird when it leaves her mouth.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think it’s funny.” Maya shrugs making her way to the car. “Well, I’ll see you guys tomorrow, you know, if I don’t meet Rao first.”

You laugh hysterically next to Jamie, who just squints her eyes at you and your overreacted laughter.

“Ok, dial back a notch.” She whispers and you let your laughter fade. “Bye, Maya!”

“Bye!” You wave goodbye and turn back to Jamie, mouth agape. “Dear Rao, do you think she noticed?”

“That you are a total weirdo?” Jamie agrees with her head. “I think it’s kind of impossible to miss that.”

“You know what? I kind of waited for this moment my whole life. I’ve never had to say ‘oh my God’.” You speak two octaves up your normal tone, making fun of half the girls from your school, and Jamie laughs. “Now I get to use God like the rest of the world.”

“Aw. Welcome to Earth, baby alien!” She hugs you and you laugh, still accepting the hug. You turn around to see Lena’s car parked close to where you are, and you say goodbye to Jamie, making your way towards her.

“Hey mom!” You get in the car, and she smiles at you. “Is everything alright? It’s the middle of the day.” You look at her with a confused expression.

“Everything’s fine.” Lena squeezes your hand, reassuringly, and starts the car getting out of your school. “I gave myself a half day and I thought you and I could do something.”

“Oh, okay.” You put your seatbelt and throw your backpack to the backseat. “This is cool.”

“Yeah?” She asks looking at you from the corner of her eyes, and you see a smile coming up on her face. “I’m glad you’re excited.”

“Of course!” You are excited. Lena leaving work in the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday? Sign you up for that every week. “Where are we going?”

“Well, I have noticed most of your clothes are looking too childish so-”

“Oh, no.”

“I thought we could go to the mall-”

“Oh, no.”

“And we can buy some new stuff!” She finishes with a smile. You’re almost opening your mouth to say ‘oh no’ again, when she interrupts. “You know, most girls would love to have their wardrobe renewed.”

“Sorry you got stuck with me, then.” You smile apologetic and Lena takes one hand of the wheel to stroke your cheek lightly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She reassures you. “You know there’s a food court at the mall, right?” She gives you some eyebrow raises and you give her a flat smile. “Come on, baby, it will be fun!”

“You and I have different concepts of fun.” But spending time with Lena is one of yours, so you give her a genuine smile when you think about it. “You know what? I bet it will be fun. Let’s do it!”

Lena has a much better grasp of what teens are wearing, Rao only knows why, and she helps you pick up cute clothes and when you look in the mirror you don’t look like a twelve years-old anymore. You look your age, and it feels good! And it’s fun! It’s so fun.

Until it isn’t anymore.

“Oh, wow, hey!” You look at Maya going inside of the same store you and Lena are getting out from. She looks at her mom, you, your mom, and everyone around. She doesn’t speak for a moment long enough to make it awkward.

“Do you know these people, Maya?” You hear her mother asking and the way she says ‘these’, makes your heart skip a tiny beat. You look at your mom, with her furrowed brows. Oh no, not the Luthor talk. Not in front of Lena.

“I think she goes to my school.” She shrugs her arms exaggerating, clearly overcompensating. “We’re not friends.”

Your heart drops in your chest, and you feel Lena’s hand tighten on your shoulder. You hold your breath for what feels like minutes.

“She’s kinda weird.” She adds. You look back at Lena who is looking daggers at her.

“Let’s go.” You hold Lena’s hand before she can open her mouth. “Come on, mom.”

Lena lets it slip away, but it looks like there’s a whole battle happening inside her. She keeps trying to talk to you about it, and you keep avoiding it and talking about anything else. Like your clothes, that look really stupid now.

You just can’t believe you were hanging in the mall, buying cool clothes, with your mom like a normal teen would do. You are not normal. You can’t believe you let yourself be carried away by the normality of the moment.

The experience is cut short when your mom gets an important call from work, and you’ve never felt so happy about Lena having to go back to work, like right now. She takes you back home, and goes to L Corp.

You wish you were mad at Maya, for calling you weird, but that was nothing. You are mad at yourself for thinking that for once in your life someone liked you for you, even though they’re well-aware of your last name. You feel silly and naïve. But not surprised.

“Baby, do you want to talk about what happened at the mall?” Lena walks in your bedroom already later that night, and you lower your book to look at her.

“Yeah!” You answer, and Lena’s face lights up when she thinks you want to talk to her about what’s troubling you. “What’s up with that jacket you picked up for momma? She’s going to look like a traffic light.”

“That’s not what I was talking about.” Lena sits in front of you, and you shrug like you don’t know what she means. “What that girl said to you was really bad. Just so-so mean.”

“Oh.” You think about all the things you’ve heard just this week and how that was probably one of the nicest things anyone from school has ever said to you. But Lena doesn’t know that. She doesn’t know the things you hear, and all the hate speech you endure almost every single day, so you agree with your head. “Yeah, that was bad, right?”

“Awful! I had to brace myself not to yell at her mom to raise a better child!” Lena says making you laugh. But she is not laughing, because she is not joking. You can see it on her face that she actually considered it.

“Oh, dear God, no!” You rush to reassure her. “It will only make it worse.”

“Did you just say dear God?” Lena furrows her brows and you bite your lower lip. Wrong place. Wrong crowd. Got it.

“Oh, just a slip up.” You shrug. “Anyways mom, it’s fine. I have thick skin. I mean, I’m a Luthor AND a Super. I know what we’re all about, and those people don’t. So, um, don’t worry, ok?”

“Baby, I’m sorry you have to hear those things.” Lena scootches over and kisses your temple. “But I’m glad I raised a kid who’s not mean to others and who knows her worth.”

“Yeah, totally.” You smile lightly. Knows her worth, haha, nice joke mom. “Thanks for the talk.”

“I’m always here, ok?” Lena strokes your cheek giving you a smile. “No more reading for you today.” She takes the book out of your hands. “Go to bed, it’s pretty late.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You joke, making her roll her eyes. “Goodnight, mom.”

“Goodnight, babygirl.” And so Lena leaves and you lay in your bed to sleep.

But you don’t. You can’t believe how mad you’re with yourself. Thinking Maya liked you and wanted to be your friend? You’re so dumb. Luthors don’t have friends. They have a horde of haters following them around and telling them to just kill themselves.

You thought you could have friends?

You’re dumb.

You thought she liked you?

You’re stupid.

You thought she didn’t care about your family name?

You’re a damn fool.

“Kid, time to get up!” Kara knocks on your door as a wakeup call, unaware you’ve been awake the entire night.

“Momma!” You yell, so she comes back to your bedroom. She opens the door a few seconds later. “I-um-can I-well-may I-?

“What?” Kara gets inside your bedroom and kisses your forehead. “Baby, get up so you can ride with Lena.”

“Yeah, mhm, ok.” She is almost leaving again, and you hold her hand. “But-but do you think that maybe I can stay home today?” You ask, giving a little smile and she furrows her brows.

“Why? Does your leg hurt?” You deny with your head. “Do you feel any pain or discomfort?” You deny again. “Well then, baby, you have to go to school. You already missed so many classes.”

“Mhm, yeah, I know.” You almost feel like arguing again, like begging and crying and making her feel guilty or whatever. But you know that if you keep trying to miss school, she’ll call Lena, and Lena will know why you don’t want to go and uh, fuck. You’re going to school. And you’re facing Maya sooner than you wanted.

You’re almost inside of the classroom when you feel a hand pulling you backwards. You look back to see that Maya is the one pulling you back. You don’t want to talk to her, but you’re letting yourself be pulled back, because you know that if you use half of your strength, you wouldn’t move and that would be weird.

“What?” You say when she finally stops pulling you and you both stop.

“I just want to talk to you about yesterday-”

“Oh, don’t worry. I haven’t told Jamie, and I won’t. You’re her only friend in years, and I’m not going to take that away from her just because you hate me.” You cut her off and she breathes heavily when you stop talking.

“God! Do you even know why I hate you?” She asks and you shrug, well aware of the answer.

“Because of my family.”

“No.” She looks up, then back at you very fondly. You wonder how she can hate you when she looks at you like that. “Because you make me question everything they’ve told me! How-how can a Luthor not be evil?”

You don’t answer. How can you answer that, anyway?

“How can a Luthor be this smart and not use her knowledge to try to take over the world?” Maya takes a step closer, and once again you have no idea what to answer. But that’s ok, because she doesn’t look like she needs an answer. “How can a Luthor be so-uh! So sweet, and kind, and pretty?”

“Oh.” It’s the only thing you can say. She takes a step forward again, and you can see she’s close. So, so close you can feel her breath on your face. “OH!”

“Yeah, oh.” She repeats and you follow her eyes to where she’s staring. You want to smile when you realize she’s looking at your lips, but you also don’t want to move in case she stops moving, and looking, and getting closer closer closer, so close-

She kisses you.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #supercorpfamily #lena x reader #reader insert

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mochiwritesstuff · 3 years

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STREAM GIRL NEXT DOOR!!! This one's not really dating wise so sorry if that's what you wanted, I'm sorry. Nennerb = Brennen but backwards and Y/N/B = Your name backwards... ENJOY!!!!!!

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Y/N: Brennen

Y/N: BrenNEN!

Y/N: BRenNeN!

Y/N: Nennerb!!!

Nennerb T: WhAt?

Y/N: I'm hungry :P

Nennerb T: Go ask Corey to help you. He's your crush, not me ;)

Y/N: -_-

Nennerb T: You love me

Y/N : >:(

Nennerb T: What do you want me to do about it?

Y/N: Gimmie GOOD food hack

Y/N: You always have some

Nennerb T: Here, try this one *HaCk*

Y/N: Thx, LARB YOU!

Nennerb T: Larb?

Y/N: It's a Spider-Man joke :'(

Nennerb T: I'm not the nerd that you are :P

Y/N: I'm not a nerd -_-

Nennerb T: Didn't you friend call you Stark the other day?

Y/N: No....

Y/N: I gotta go try the hack now BYE! I LOVE YOU 3000!!!

Nennerb T: Love you 3000

***

"Brennen, no!" I laughed. I started a series on my channel where I read fanfictions about my friends with them.

"But that's what "I" did!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up jokingly.

"Yeah, but we're not reenacting them." I said, smiling.

"Just reading them is boring." he said, changing his position so that he could sit upside down.

"Wait for me!" I giggled, turning myself upside down. "I'm gonna get dizzy if I read like this." Brennen and I laughed before fixing ourselves.

"Now read the next line." Brennen said eagerly. I laughed once more then continued.

***

Brennen's POV

"I'm tired." Y/N said, yawning.

"Then sleep." I said.

"It's too cold." she whined.

"Come here." I said, patting them spot next to me. She moved to the spot and snuggled into my side. I pulled a blanket over the both of us and wrapped an arm around her.

"Night Brennen." she whispered, her eyes already closed.

"Goodnight N/N." I whispered back, gently kissing her on the head. I rested my head against her and closed my eyes, sleep consuming my body.

***

Y/N POV

"What's your relationship with each other?" Brennen read out. He gave me a look then faced the camera again, pretending to be serious. I quickly got the hint and did the same.

"You know, this is not how I planned it to go but --I sighed-- Brennen and I have been together for about 10 months now." I lied, resting my head on his shoulder. We stayed like that for a minute. We couldn't hold it anymore, both of us breaking into laughter he spoke

"We're just kidding, we're just best friends."

"More like siblings that get along really well." I added.

"Besides, she likes Cor-" I cut him off by jumping on him and covering his mouth.

"Brennen! Shut the fuck up!." I yelled but was laughing. "You guys heard nothing." Brennen smiled at me and pulled me into a hug.

"We can just bleep it out." he said. I nodded before reading the next question.

"Y/S/N or Brolby?" I read, smirking. "Choose wisely. For those who don't know either, which you should but whatever. Y/S/N is me and Brennen and Brolby is Brennen and Colby."

"Definitely-

***

Brennen! Brennen!" I called out, sprinting towards said man. "I have something for you." I handed him a envelope.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Just open it." he pulled out the cards held inside.

"Start Game." he said quizzically.

"Keep going." I encouraged.

"Select first name: Y/N, Y/N/B, N/N. Well, you chose for me." Brennen said, setting it down.

"I know they're like that, just keep going." I said.

"Select Relationship status: Single or Taken, Status selected as Taken." he read, flipping to the next. "I'm so confused."

"Nennerb..." I whined.

"Y/N/B..." He copied. "fine."

"Thank you."

"Select a partner: Colby B, Brennen T, Corey S. Partner selected as Corey S." he continued, putting down the card "how much longer?"

"Stop complaining." I replied.

"Okay, okay. Select last name: L/N, Taylor, Brock. L/N tried, Last name failed?" Brennen stood there confused, moving on to the next.. Keep going!! I'm dying over here! Holding in excitement has never been harder.

"Just read!" I half yelled "please..."

"Select last name: Taylor or Brock. Taylor?" he looked completely confused when he went to the next card. ERROR ERROR ERROR it read. He set it down and stared at the last card.

"You good?" I asked.

"Yeah. Player selected: First Name: Y/N, RS: Taken, Partner: Corey S, Last Name: Sherer. Game Over, thank you for playing -Y/N(soon to be)Sherer..." Brennen trailed off at the name, just staring. "Sherer?"

"Yup, Sherer." I said, slightly nervous. What if he's not happy about it, what if he's mad what if he-

"HOLY SHIT YOU'RE GONNA BE A SHERER!!" He yelled happily, pulling me into a bone-crushing hug.

"He proposed last week." I explained, it came out a little strained due to how tightly he was holding me.

"Congrats!" he said, finally letting me go.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be. So thank you." I said.

"No problem." he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Now, tell me everything."

***

Brennen's POV

12 years later

"She was like a sister to me, she was awesome." I sighed, remembering everything. "you would've loved your aunt."

"Daddy, what happened to her?" My 7 year old daughter, Y/N asked.

"A bad man hurt her really bad. Now she's up in heaven with God, going on missions to help other people." I explained, slightly tearing up.

"Is she why you named me Y/N?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "you look like her, same eyes and hair. You act like her too." Y/N smiled, stood up and hugged me.

"I wish I could meet her." she whispered.

"Me too." I whispered back, returning the hug.

"Do you think we can visit aunt Corey?" she asked, partly laughing at the "aunt" part.

"Sure we can." I agreed.

#brennen taylor #brennen taylor x reader #corey sherer #colby brock #trap house #one shots #x reader #x y/n

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wcamino-confessions · 3 years

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i struggle so much to gain a following, i have like 3000 followers and get 30-40 likes per post

i go to ask for help and shit from friends who have like 1000-6000 followers and get 100s of likes and the response is always

“do requests”

“do raffles”

“lower ur prices”

i have been on wa for over 3 years and active now for almost 2, you guys are literally so fucked up if you guys need requests and raffles to support someone until they do what you want.

bitchs on a request post really be like “omg i love ur art *reposts, follows*” then after u draw it they delete the repost and never talks to u or mentions u ever again

anyways im done, im just waiting for the day when someone here finally makes a ask saying they appreciate me ty bye

#literally-die

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ginnyzero · 4 years

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8 Reasons Why Prologues Don’t Work

A reader’s perspective.

I’ve taken up doing a review booktube for indie SFF books, and have decided only to do 4 or 5 star reviews due to some social pressures being an indie author and also being a reviewer. This means I’ve been SLUSH reading. (You can get lots of indie books free if you trawl twitter and start an amazon wishlist and wait.)

I’ve come up against 2 different openings quite a bit.

1) Prologues.

2) Kidnappings/Imprisonment

Neither work, but here are 8 reasons in particular that Prologues don’t work for me as a reader in author terms b/c I also happen to be AN AUTHOR.

1) They give information that should be shown in the story.

I’m talking about “this is how the world is set up” type of prologues that are all prose instead of story. If you have to tell us this, you could show it later when it’s relevant. Because…

2) They aren’t Compelling

Prologues in general aren’t captivating. B/C the reader has been trained to know that most prologues really don’t have much to do w/ the rest of the story. Or they’re written in such broad strokes there might as well be a villain twirling their mustache. The reader isn’t going to be enthralled with your 3000 word prolog enough to make it worthwhile.

3) Having to write 2 Hooks instead of 1.

A hook is what gets your reader invested in your story. You add a prologue you have to hook them into what was happening back then, and then in chapter 1, you have to hook them to what is happening now. Getting 1 hook right is hard, much less 2. Save yourself some work and get that hook for what is happening now right and skip the prologue.

4) They involve a character that is never seen again/not relevant to current book.

Readers have limited emotions to invest in your book. If your book invests us into a character that never shows up again or isn’t relevant to the plot of the rest of the book, we quite literally don’t care. Because…

5) The first character a reader meets is branded the main character in their minds.

Harry Potter may have introduced us to Dumbledore first, however, we know the main character is Harry because the book title tells us so. And babies don’t really make great narrators. (Look Who’s Talking tried it. It was funny, but in general, doesn’t work out.) What invested us in Harry Potter was the contrast between Dumbledore and Privet Drive and OH a BABY.

Really, do not discount the ability for people to get invested in media over a baby. I can count several things I’ve gotten invested in b/c of the baby. Harry Potter is only one of them.

Otherwise, the first person that the reader meets to them is the main character whose stakes and conflicts are the ones they want to get invested in and their actions need to drive the plot forward.

6) Relevancy

Does the information in the prologue deal w/ plot points that the main characters/reader need to know right now? If the main character doesn’t know these plot points, then they’re on a journey to discover them and the reader is along for the ride. Because…

7) They give away the mystery of the story.

The prologue shows an unknown character setting up a chain of events, or is set thousands of years ago and kicks off the conflict relevant in the present where the rest of the story is set. Whelp, mystery ruined. I have the answers to my questions. Bye.

Books need to set up questions to be answered over the book, and if it’s a series, over the course of the series. Questions and mysteries keep the readers turning pages. These questions don’t always have to be world changing. They need to exist and not be answered before the story even starts.

8) You aren’t writing a murder mystery.

About the only one that can get away with a prologue is a murder mystery and if it’s done in the style of a TV show. Then the first chapter better be the detective/PI getting involved immediately with personal stakes, even if they’re “getting paid/this is my job.”

While: “And they solve crime…” has permeated a bunch of genres outside of mysteries, even then, most “and they solve crime” books don’t involve a prologue! They find some other sometimes convoluted way to get the main character of the books involved in the mystery.

And there you have it, 8 reasons I don’t find prologues useful. Point of fact, only 1 book w/ a prologue thus far has gotten 5/5 stars and that was with the caveat to SKIP THE PROLOGUE.

Coming soon perhaps... why Kidnappings are not a good hook for a debut book.

#writing tumblr #writing advice #writing tips #prologs #do prologs work?#writrblr #writerblr #prologues #American and British spelling #Am I right?

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corpsentry · 4 years

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behind the taylor swift gundam was in fact another, smaller gundam: a brief inquiry into the events of june 2020

so back in june this year june and i got together and we made this motherfucker of a story with this motherfucker of a thread to keep track of it all. but you already know that! and i’ve already got one foot and three elbows in my grave, so i’ll spare you the long-winded stuff. you wanna know how i wrote 93,035 words in 4 weeks? i’ll tell you how i wrote 93,035 words in 4 weeks-

-by linking you guys to copies of my planning documents because i feel like those words speak louder than any words i can offer in the present day. these are long documents. but they are also historical artifacts. very interesting. very weird. very, uh, full of cussing. so anyway, here’s

BIG DADDY: THE ORIGINAL PLANNING DOCUMENT

for those, like me, who have no motivation left in life to do anything and rely on summaries from others to acquire new knowledge, it all started with a single line.

prince of a fallen kingdom atsumu tries to kill hinata but falls in love with him instead

june, april something, 2020

with that in mind i tested the concept out with a few paragraphs of text, which you can find at the bottom of the Big Daddy document in the graveyard segment, accidentally sold my soul to the image of hinata with epaulettes, and then worked backwards, structuring an entire plot around two images:

a) hinata getting the shit beat out of him, with snark b) hinata and atsumu dancing in an empty ballroom under the stars

if you want a betrayal, you have to have something worth losing. if you want to fall in love with someone you don’t know, you have to meet them. if you have to meet them, there has to be a reason for that meeting, and so somewhere in between atsumu became a sword instructor and hinata the prince with daddy issues. june and i used this method of glancing anxiously over your shoulder to see what you’d missed to fill out the blanks in the story, after which i tacked up a bunch of post-its, typed out the plot, consulted june, typed out the plot again, and then broke the characters down into a bunch of questions, like ‘what do they want?’ and ‘what do they have?’ and ‘what are they afraid of?’

with the plot more or less ironed out, i decided it was time to start writing, and then i decided that i was actually too scared to start writing after all, so instead i set a couple of timers using classroomtimers.com (15-20 minutes long) and i sat down and i wrote about the world that hinata and atsumu inhabited.

each warm-up was 300-500 words long, and for the first few days, i’d write one before getting into writing the story proper. later these evolved into simply picking a scene from the story and launching straight into it, which became useful for opening those scenes later when i got to them organically.

then i got lazy! so i stopped. but these shitty little exercises were really useful for me because, unfettered by plot, convention, or any kind of tradition hovering over my shoulder, i was able to fuck around loosely enough to realize what i wanted this story to be. it was a very contrived kind of trial-and-error, an exploration of the characters, the story, but most importantly, the tone.

RESEARCH, PLANNING, AND VICTORIAN BOUGIE FASHION

this is a loose map of the castle and Important Locations within it, which i drew up at the start so i could keep track of where everything was and how i could get my characters from point A to point B. i wanted the story to have Some kind of internal logic, you know, even if that logic amounted to ‘a compass would function normally in this world whereas kageyama tobio would not’.

99% of my planning and organizing within those five weeks took place in this lovely dotted cat journal which my sister gave me for my birthday and i repurposed into a metaphorical Diary of Suffering while working on juno. i used it for everything from keeping track of narrative threads to clothing consistency checks, but the main purpose was this: each day at about 10 pm i’d crack open the cat book to a fresh page, stamp the date and the day of suffering at the top, and then write down a list of things i wanted to write, address, or fix today. then i’d sit at my laptop and write like a madman until about 7 in the morning. with breaks, of course, for sitting in the bathroom and staring at the wall and sitting in the kitchen and staring at the wall, but mostly i was writing. and complaining about writing. you were there, you probably remember that.

anyway, here are some pages from the cat book.

aside from the fact that my handwriting is complete shit, you can see that i made zero effort for any of this to be presentable. it was mainly a way for me to keep track of my thoughts because i have the attention span of an ikea wardrobe and tend to forget things as soon as i think of them. the lack of structure also mirrored the way that i went about writing juno. while i did proceed, for the most part, in chronological order, i had a lot of weird and useless revelations during lunch, which by this point was happening around 2 am, and in the 5 minutes before the exhaustion finally hit and carried me down to hell. i changed A Lot. again, to understand exactly how much the story evolved from day one onwards, please consult the big daddy document.

in the meantime, here’s something else.

once june sent over hinata and atsumu’s character designs i sat down like the fucking fool i am and spent 2 hours poring over a document about victorian and other fashion movements of the past so i could assign a noun, adjective, and verb to each element of their outfits. i don’t know why i did this. i certainly could have not, but i attempted to make sense of their ‘fits from a logistical perspective and that went into the cat book too. everything went into the cat book. the cat book is a relic of the past now, stuffed with artifacts such as the birth of oikawa tooru, and also his demise.

MEDIUM DADDY: EDITING, PROOFREADING, AND CREEPY MURDER CATS

i finished writing on june 26th, 2020, approximately a month after i’d first started planning, somewhere around may 27th or 28th. at that point i had about 90,000 words’ worth of story and no sanity left whatsoever, so i took a day-long break to stare at a wall and listen to taylor swift’s enchanted on loop.

and then i made a new document, which you can look at using the link above, and i laid out everything i had to do. i’d discovered a fuck ton of plot inconsistencies and general errors while writing and lying awake in bed at 9 a.m., sleepless in seattle, and now that i was free of the demon egging me towards the first finish line, it was time to Deal with them. i speed-scrolled through the draft, which was 200+ pages compressed into one google doc, because i like to tempt god’s wrath, and fixed up all the plot issues over the course of a few days. this was the fun part.

the actual, hard editing was the extremely un-fun part. i reread the entire thing, paragraph by paragraph, line by damn line, from start to finish, paying especially close attention to awkward phrasing, incomplete dialogue, and moments which had fallen flat in my haste to get on to the next one. this was really fucking terrible. i spent more time lying facedown on the floor than actually editing anything, but after a long time (about a week), that, too was done.

SMALL DADDY: TITLES, SUMMARIES, AND GOOD FUCKING BYES

i spent a good eighty days thinking about the title, though hilariously enough we ended up with something that was a blend of our names. june + elmo = juno, which is, all things considered, pretty perfect, but the process of picking the title was Hell, and i Did Not Come Up With The Title until about 2 hours before posting. you can take a look at the haphazard clusterfuck of my title-selecting process in small daddy, which is linked above.

so the title was a last-minute choice. so was the summary. and the chapter divisions. and actually all the songs in the playlist for juno. the day we dropped juno onto planet earth like a newborn baby pitched out of the sky, i spent an hour hunched over my laptop, cutting my 213 page google doc into chapters based on nothing more than a Vibe. two days before that, i also attempted to voice-act the entirety of juno, an affair which ended at the 20,000 word mark with a sore throat and the kind of exhaustion one typically wants to sleep in a coffin for 23 years to get rid of. so in all honesty, i did very little editing, which is why there are definitely minor typos and/or mistakes hanging out somewhere on that chunky ao3 webpage. but whatever.

my attitude by july 5th (was it july 5th? or 4th? somewhere around there) was basically whatever. anything so i could get finish this damn thing, chuck it out of the window, and never see another google doc until the next century. i’ve been asked a few times how exactly i wrote at a rate of roughly 2000-3000 words per day for four weeks straight, and my answer has always been this: i died. what died, you ask? my soul. my spirit. my Will To Live. i’m a creature of fixations, and juno was my fixation for june. will i ever be able to do this again? would i recommend this experience to anyone? is god real? the answer to all of the above is probably no. juno was a fever dream, and so is my cat book. and so are all the lattes i had. and so was my 9 am to 4 pm sleep schedule.

but what we made is real. the research, oikawa tooru, the 4 am conversations in which i was like ‘how the fuck do i end this’ and june was like ‘jade proposal’ (the proposal was her idea. all rise for twitter user atsuhinas. she is the mastermind behind all of the Inch Resting moments in this story; i just flapped a korok leaf in her direction and made sure the air circulation was working properly) are real as fuck, and looking back, there’s a lot i’d change, but i’m lazy. and college is starting. and anyway, i did write 93,035 words in just under five weeks, four if you don’t count the week of Editing Hell, so i think that’s pretty cool.

thank you for reading this to the end, and for following us on our journey through the enigmatic taylor swift gundam fic which quite literally consumed my entire twitter account for the five weeks i spent working on it. retrospectively speaking i really was butt-obsessed so i am frankly incredibly impressed with everyone around me for putting up with a Husk of a Man for a month. thank you for doing that. thank you for indulging my vague tweeting, and our butterfly dns, and for reading 93 thousand words of gay fanfiction set in a high fantasy world with epaulettes and galettes. on behalf of june, once again, we are incredibly grateful for all your support.

if you have any questions about specific aspects of the writing process, or anything you’d like to know in general with reference to JUNO, feel free to drop me an ask through my tumblr inbox, or through my curiouscat over here. i’m aware i didn’t cover everything, but there’s frankly too much to put in a tumblr post without passing away somewhere around the 56% mark, so let me know what’s on your mind, and i’ll try to answer that to the best of my abilities. but anyway, before i go, here are some

TAKEAWAYS

one: don’t try to write 93,000 words in five weeks. seriously don’t fucking do it you will end up jittery and sleep-deprived and you will leave all your friends on read for a month. pace yourself. set realistic goals. you wrote 2k this week? that’s fantastic. you wrote 4k in a day? you absolute motherfucker. i hope you’re taking a long fucking break tomorrow. your story will not run away from you, but if you run too fast, you will get tired, and then you will pass away.

two: you don’t have to know everything about your story before you start writing. in fact if you have a single camera shot of two characters holding hands under a rose garden awning, i think that’s fucking wonderful. if you look at big daddy, you’ll realize that my initial plot draft, and all the ones following that, are not perfectly aligned with the final version of juno. i improvised over half of the scenes in this motherfucker, and to be completely honest, some of the improvised scenes were the best. fucking oikawa tooru was improvised out of nowhere. he only got written in way later, around chapter 8 or something, because i realized i needed a plot device and a source of information to keep the playing table from toppling over. i Sat Down one day and was like ‘okay, it’s time to write oikawa into the introduction. because he matters now. he didn’t matter last week but now he does, and soon he’s going to be the fulcrum of the entire story, because it’s like that with oikawa tooru’. it’s okay to change your mind halfway. it’s okay to go back and rewrite entire scenes or segments. it’s okay to highlight 4 pages of fresh, sentimental writing, and hit delete. writing is a fluid process, and you Will make discoveries as you progress through your story alongside your characters. be understanding of that iterative process. be kind to yourself.

three: You Are That Motherfucker. you, me, your dog, your dog’s friend, your dog’s enemy, all of us are that motherfucker. i never thought i’d be able to write anything longer than the great big map, which was a much simpler, linear story in which the other main character did not appear in the current timeline until like the eighth chapter. juno was different. juno was the motherfucker, and i was scared shitless of it, and to cope with that fear joked constantly while writing that it’d never see the light of day.

but it did. it was a rocky process, and i was awake for 48 hours after posting it because of the sheer adrenalin stuck in my skull, but i got through it. and i wouldn’t have been able to do it without june, who stepped in when i flopped over facedown on the floor and dragged me to my feet like the badass friend she is, and without everyone else in my life, who put up with me talking about The Thing that i couldn’t really talk about, but juno’s up there now. forever, or until the internet collapses and civilization goes extinct. and if the nineteen year old clown with the attention span of an ikea armchair and an a level certificate from hell wrote the 93,000 word long thing, so can you. i mean this completely unironically and with every ounce of genuine emotion i can summon from the cracked asshole of my heart.

writing is hard. writing is scary. writing is an investigation of the world around you and therefore, by extension, yourself, and that kind of honesty is freaky. it’s like going skinny-dipping next to the president’s mansion. who’s going to see you? what if they take a photo? what if you lose your spot at university?

but don’t think about that. our world is overrun with stories the way cereal bowls are full of cereal, but it’s those stories that keep us all sane in the disgusting day-to-day muck of reality, so think about your story. what’s haunting you today? what message do you want to leave printed in font size 666 comic sans across the southern hemisphere of the planet? what will you be tomorrow?

a writer. you’re going to be a motherfucking writer.

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Adoration | HJS

genre: slight angst, fluff

members: han jisung x reader, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, bang chan, hwang hyunjin

warnings: drug use, cigarette use, swearing

Y/N의 일요일 [아침 9:00]

“y/n, could you go and get some more milk?” mina asked, looking in the fridge.

“we just got some though?” you said, going to your bedroom doorway.

the curtains in the living room had been opened by mina for her early morning yoga, letting the natural light stream through your apartment. the smell of your lemonbalm oil diffuser left your room and dispursed into the living room, mina smiling and following the smell with her nose.

��no i mean flavoured,” she said, “and while you’re at it could you pick us up some breakfast?”

“ready made pancakes?” you said, pulling on your shoes.

she clicked her fingers, winking at you, “you know it. call me immediately if anything happens!”

you hummed in response, taking in a deep breath as you left your apartment, looking around at the big open sky. it was light blue, a slight haze of white and yellow clouds strewn across the bottom, near where the sun was rising up.

“pancakes, check,” you mumbled, throwing the pancakes into the basket you picked up on the way in. making your way over to the fridge you smiled upon seeing all the flavours of milk, “aha! mina’s gonna be so happ—”

a hand reached in front of you and grabbed all of the bottles of strawberry milk. mina’s favourite.

“um, excuse me, you can’t just—“ you stopped as the boy turned around, “jisung?”

(Y/N와/과 지성의 일요일 [아침 9:16] ?)

“y/n,” jisung said, looking guiltily at all the bottles of milk in his arms before looking back to you, “i’m sorry.”

“why do you need that many?” you giggled.

“my roomate, hyunjin. he– he works his way through it,” jisung said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“oh,” you nodded, “well could i just have one? maybe? it’s for my roommate.”

“well there’s other milk,” jisung said, nodding to the fridge.

“yeah but,” you stopped, hesitating, “that’s her favourite.”

jisung sighed, “well, i don’t—”

“and why don’t you have a basket? you’re such an idiot sometimes,” you said, shaking your head as you took the pancakes out of your basket and put all of the bottles of milk that were in jisung’s arms into it, not without taking one first, of course.

jisung smiled at you slightly, watching as you got one of each flavour and walked over to the counter to pay.

you and jisung had met years ago, though the interaction was short. and ever since then, you’d run into the boy several times on several different occasions. the most recent: he’d saved you from a man who definitely had bad intentions.

though when most people looked at the two of you, they thought it was the most unlikely friendship. jisung with his long blonde hair, always wearing black clothes, tattoos up his neck (and a few dotted around his arms), and a lip ring, compared to, well, you.

but you liked having jisung as a friend. even short moments spent with him made you feel protected.

“just these please,” you smiled, before picking up a bag of mini cookies from the front of the counter and placing them on the top.

“₩15,000 please,” the worker said, placing all your items in a bag as you reached into your pocket to get your purse.

“oh my god,” you whispered, “i- i’m so sorry i—”

“we’ll take these as well,” jisung said, putting a few bottles of strawberry milk on the top, along with a pack of cigarettes.

“jisung,” you whined.

jisung shrugged, getting out his wallet and trying to hide a sigh as he handed over his last two ₩10,000 bills.

the worker nodded, adding the items onto the bill and taking jisung’s money. you both bowed, taking your items and leaving the shop.

you laughed, linking your arm with his, “come on, come back to my place and i’ll give you the money.”

he looked back to you, staring at him with big hopeful eyes, and he sighed, nodding, “i suppose i should walk you home anyway, right?”

“it’s not night time, you don’t need to. we’re doing this for you,” you said.

“hmm,” jisung said unconvincingly, laughing afterwards.

“mina!” you exclaimed, “i’m home!”

jisung’s head almost hurt as he walked in. there was so much sunlight streaming through the open windows. there were plants all decoratively laid about, letting in a fresh flow of oxygen. the small of frying bacon and sickly sweet vanilla flavoured coffee filled the apartment.

“i’ll get your money, okay?” you smiled at jisung, “take a seat!”

jisung took off his mucky doc marten boots, walking into your living room. there was a yoga mat on the floor and the sofas were made. jisung’s didn’t even have cushions.

“here. ₩25,000,” you nodded, handing jisung the money.

“n-no, y/n it was ₩15,000.”

“yeah, but you gave the man ₩20,000—”

“and recieved ₩5,000 back, please, y/n—”

“just take it! jisung you saved my life. oh! i know, me and mina should take you and your friends out for dinner!”

“n-no, you don’t wanna do that,” jisung said, shaking his head in slightly panic, “i should be going. th-thank you for this. bye.”

you turned to mina, noting her wide eyes as jisung scuttled out your apartment.

“what was that about? he never acts like that,” you chuckled, turning to mina with a shrug.

“y/n. that’s han jisung.”

you arched an eyebrow, nodding. you knew that already.

“he lives downtown. is he the boy you always talk about? who lives with seven other boys?”

you nodded.

“none of them have an education, y/n. they’re known as stray kids.”

“stray kids? seriously?” you said, rolling your eyes at the name.

mina bit her lip, “i heard their parents kicked them out and in retaliation they take their anger out on people.”

“but i know jisung. he’s lovely!”

“he’s still a stray kid, y/n,” mina sighed, “come on, let’s eat.”

지성의 일요일 [오후 16:07]

“minho, are you up yet?” jisung asked, walking into one of the only two bedrooms that were shared among eight boys.

minho groaned as jisung rolled his eyes, climbing in the bed beside his friend.

“i saw you last night,” minho said, his voice raspy as he squinted against the light.

the curtains hung up over the window was an old sheet, red wine and vomit stains all over it. but when shopping, the boys had found you had to pay a lot for curtains, and decided this to be the best option, even if it didn’t really do it’s job.

“saw me doing what?” jisung asked, looking to minho with furrowed eyebrows.

“you were with some girl,” minho said, rubbing his face, “i mean, i think it was you. i was surprised, but it looked a lot like you. want one?”

minho reached over to the bedside table, grabbing a cigarette and a lighter, propping the cigarette in his mouth. he covered it over with his hand and lit it with only one flick.

“nah,” jisung smiled as he rembered the walk the two of you had taken last night after jisung had saved you from that man, he beat him up as well, not that you’d been there for that, “i– i don’t feel well.”

minho shrugged, climbing out the bed and stretching his arms up, “suit yourself.”

jisung sighed, getting up and laying on the sofa in the middle of the living room. ‘sofa’. it was an old one, the actual sofa cushions replaced with one child’s mattress.

“changbin?” jisung said, “can i ask you something?”

the older male was using a rundown weight machine that stayed in the middle of the living room. it was a bit inconvenient, but it kept changbin fit, and they’d managed to buy it for only ₩3000.

changbin grunted as he stopped exercising, “what?”

“what do you think of people who live uptown?” jisung asked.

changbin shrugged, grabbing a towel off the side and wiping down his sweat, “depends. my family live up there so i know some dicks, but others are alright.”

“they’re all posh,” felix sighed, kicking jisung’s legs out the way and sitting on the sofa, his bowl of honey nut cornflakes spilling over the side.

“but... how would they feel about us?” jisung asked carefully.

“jisung they hate us, you know that,” changbin sighed, “why are you so fascinated with them suddenly, anyway? you hate them the most.”

jisung sighed, shaking his head as he went into the bedroom again, “minho, chuck me one.”

minho rolled his eyes.

“i just bought some more! give me one.”

minho chucked jisung the packet of cigarettes without a word, jisung lighting the tobacco and going coming back into the living room.

“i’m gonna do something,” jisung nodded, “with my life.”

“finally,” chan chuckled, “join our college.”

“jisung wouldn’t survive,” changbin said, rolling his eyes.

“i will!” jisung exclaimed, “i fucking will. i am over this shit! why am i like this?! why can’t i be more like her?!”

“who?” chan asked.

“jisung you sound like you’re down to get drunk, want to come with me tonight?” minho called.

“yes.”

“no,” chan said, “whoever you’re talking about, whatever has inspired you to do something with your life, you can’t start that plan by getting shit faced off stolen money.”

jisung dug into his wallet and pulled out the money you gave him this morning.

he sighed, chan was right. and after seeing you two days in a row he was reminded how much he really, really loved spending time with you.

“i have to go somewhere,” jisung said hurriedly, putting his wallet back in his pocket and running out the apartment, cigarette balancing in the corner of his mouth.

“guys i dropped my sandwiches off the balcony, do you think jisung will be able to throw them up?” hyunjin asked, a blunt in his hand.

changbin smacked him round the head, “jisung’s not going anywhere.”

“yes i am!”

“fucking sleep on it, dickwad!”

지성과 Y/N의 월요일 [아침 11:21]

“jisung! oh my god, i’m so glad you’re here, i was so worried when you ran off yesterday!” you exclaimed, “i thought i scared you or something.”

jisung laughed nervously, “i mean, o-of course not!”

“you alright? you don’t look well,” you said, putting the back of your hand to jisung’s head.

he scrunched up his face, removing your hand, “y/n, i’m fine.”

you smiled, rolling your eyes as you let him in your apartment.

“ji, have you been smoking again?” you asked as he took off his jacket.

“i- n– well– i—”

you glared at him and he sighed, “i had one on the way over.”

“come on, let’s go into my room,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the room, “so why did you come back?”

“i just– i wanted to take you up on that offer of dinner,” jisung nodded, “i think that’d be nice. and we’ve known each other long enough time that i think it’s right you meet some of the most important people in my life.”

“that’s alright. but, jisung,” you laughed, “we’ve known each other for a long time, and i barely know anything about you.”

“well... where to start? um, my name’s han jisung. born 14th september, 2000.”

you smiled, “y/n y/l/n. born y/b/d.”

jisung paused for a moment before sighing, “i live downtown with seven of my friends. i don’t have a job, i dropped out of high school, i do... um, how to put this... criminal things.”

you looked at jisung for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“i’m serious, y/n.”

“i know you are! that’s the worst part! jisung, you really shouldn’t advertise that!” you laughed, before eventually pulling yourself together, “but, thank you for being honest.”

jisung shrugged, “you deserve to know.”

you smiled, “well, i do have a job, i work in a dog café down the road. not much, but i can pay rent each month so it’s alright. i live with mina, she’s studying physical and mental health at university at the moment.”

jisung nodded, “i see. very different to my friends. just yesterday hyunjin got high and threw 12 sandwiches off the balcony.”

you laughed, “is that why he needed so much milk as well?”

“uh, maybe?” jisung chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

the boy sat in front of you was different to how you’d ever seen him. you’d known jisung for a long time, but never spent enough time with him for it to come to anything. but seeing him for the past three days straight, it was life-changing in a strange kind of way.

Y/N과(와) 지성의 화요일 [아침 00:20]

“oh, mina’s just texted me,” you said, sitting up from jisung’s arms, “she’s coming home now.”

“oop, the club?” jisung laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “it’s showing so clearly that you do not know mina. absolutely not, she’s been at the library, lost track of time while studying.”

“i didn’t tell you but changbin and chan are actually studying,” jisung said, watching you walk to the kitchen, bending down to look in the fridge.

“oh, really? at uni?”

jisung shook his head, “the college downtown. they’re doing art and hoping to open their own tattoo parlor.”

“good for them!” you exclaimed, finally pulling out two bottles of beer and walking back to the sofa where you and jisung had migrated to in order to watch netflix, “what do you want to do?”

jisung rolled his eyes, “how am i supposed to know?”

you chuckled, taking a swig of beer, “do you not have a dream?”

jisung shook his head, “not one.”

“how do you get up in the morning?” you said, a clearly judging tone in your voice.

jisung rolled his eyes, “fine, what’s yours?”

“to find my soulmate,” you said, “i’m allergic to dogs. i’m only working in that place because everyone likes dogs.”

jisung’s mouth dropped open slightly, “y/n, are you kidding me? there are cat people, hamster people, horse people and you choose the animal you’re allergic to?! are you alright? how do you not die everyday?!”

you laughed, “i have meds that i take everyday before work. i’m fine, really. and i’ve tried working at stables, and cat cafés and i don’t think they have hamster cafés. but dogs just... like me? i guess? so i feel connected to them.”

jisung chuckled, shaking his head, “unbelievable.”

“so what do you do with your unemployed time?” you said, putting your beer on the table and bringing your knees up to your chest.

“i told you.”

“criminal things?” you asked, rolling your eyes, “go on then, scare me, like what?”

jisung sighed, “like... drugs, violence. to get money i steal.”

you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, noticing jisung’s figure shrink inwards as his gaze fell to the floor. this wasn’t normal, jisung was such a confident person all the time.

“ji,” you breathed, “i don’t mind. i mean, i’m not encouraging it, but i’m not going anywhere. it’s clear you just have no other options.”

“but what if i do? but i don’t even know because i’m spending all my time being a fucking idiot and beating up dicks i see on the street,” jisung sighed, bringing his, now watery, eyeline back up to you.

“can i have a couple requests?”

jisung looked up to you, confused, but hummed for you to continue.

“please stop doing drugs,” you whispered, “and don’t beat up somebody unless you’re 100% sure that they don’t have any weapons on them.”

a tear spilled from jisung’s eye as he nodded, “i promise.”

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shaking body, holding him to your chest.

“shall we go to bed?” you whispered, burying your face in his hair.

he nodded, letting you help him up and lead him into your room.

“i– i don’t have any clothes,” jisung sniffed.

“you could borrow a hoodie? i stole one from my dad when i was younger,” you said, heading to your wardrobe, “and just... stay in your pants, i don’t mind.”

jisung chuckled, taking the hoodie from you and thanking you quietly.

you climbed into your double bed, squeezing up to the wall and sitting so that you weren’t looking at jisung, before patting the bed next to you.

“let’s sleep,” you said, a smile on your face.

jisung smiled too, climbing in beside you.

“thank you,” he whispered, turning to face you as you closed your eyes.

you whined slightly, fumbling your hand around before you found jisung’s, taking it in yours and intertwining them, holding them against your stomach.

“don’t thank me, ji. i’m just being nice,” you said, “that says to me that everyone else in your life has been a dick.”

he laughed dryly, “you wouldn’t be wrong.”

you sighed, turning onto your side and cuddling jisung close to your body, “then that’s behind you now. i’ll be there for you in future, okay?”

jisung’s eyes welled with tears again. why were you doing this? this feeling of comfort, of love. he adored it, he couldn’t help but want more and more of it, but at the same time, it terrifyed him. what if you left? then what? no more comfort? no more pain?

“okay?” you urged, “because i want to be there. for you.”

jisung took a shaky breath, breathing in your sweet scent. why was he like this? why couldn’t he trust anyone?

“okay,” jisung said, repositioning so he was mire comfortable against your chest, “i love you, y/n.”

your heart pounded, butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach. do you think he could feel that?! he was pressed against your chest, after all. no, no, it’s fine. he didn’t mean it like that anyway! or... no. can’t be.

you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “i love you too, ji. i just wish i found you sooner.”

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liliesoftherain · 5 years

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Oh my gosh, thank you for the Kirishima writing, it was adorable! Can you please do 48 and 34 with Todoroki? If you can... maybe Todoroki and y/n are both Pros... but even though they aren’t too young or anything, y/n is just worried and sad, but it has a happy ending?

Awh I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I hope you enjoy this one as well! (:Prompts: 34: “ I feel like I can’t breathe.” 48: “I’m pregnant.”Title: Unsettling NewsWord Count: 3000+

Shoto Todoroki!:

Becoming a Pro Hero wasn’t as smooth sailing as you used to dream it would be when you were younger. It took you years to make your mark alongside Shoto, and even still you’re trying to prove yourself. Trying to be the best Hero you can be, while making sure you were a good girlfriend as well. You both were in the prime of your careers, making your way up the ladder of the Top 10 list. Making your debuts in the world, and even though Shoto had you beat by four spots, you were proud to be on the list at all, even if you were only number 10 at the moment. It was an age of new heroes, and you were both showing the world the two of you were doing that together.

So imagine your shock when you found out something was going to be hindering your rise to the top.

It was a typical Sunday morning, you having the day off while Shoto was off at work. It was hard to spend time together, but you always managed somehow, the spark between you both never dying. You were tidying up the kitchen when you felt it, a rumble in your stomach slowly traveling upwards. You held your mouth, sprinting to the bathroom before allowing your guts to spill stomach bile, seeing as you haven’t had anything all day yet.

Once the dry heaving was over you wiped your eyes and flushed the toilet. Rinsing your mouth out you then glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your skin was paler than normal, cheeks flushed pink while you breathed deep to stop the shakes your activity gave you. You walked out of your bathroom, throwing yourself on your bed with a groan. It wasn’t the best time to be getting sick at all. You had a really important mission coming up, and an interview right before that with a talk show host. You weren’t really all that into the media and publicity stunts that your agency always tries to rope you into, but it was a crucial part of your life now that you were in the Top 10.

Your phone began to ring, so you rolled over and grabbed it from table on your side of the bed where it had been charging. You hit ‘Accept Call’ and brought the device up to your ear. Laying on your back while your hand stroked your stomach in a way to comfort the uneasiness you felt.

“Hey Ochaco, what’s up?”

“Hey! I need to get out of the house today, and I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee?”

You glanced at the clock on your phone, seeing you still had plenty of time before Shoto could even think of getting off.

“Yeah sure why not? I’ll meet you at the usual in 30?”

“Perfect! Can’t wait to see you then.”

“Me too, see you soon.”

“Bye!”

With that you hung up and started getting dressed, thinking to yourself how you could probably stop by the drugstore on your way back to pick up some cold medicine. You were convinced you had caught a stomach bug or something, and were determined not to let it get any worse before you had to go back to work.

You made your way to your favorite coffee shop, feeling more tired than normal on your trip there. But it vanished when you saw Ochaco already sitting at your usual booth. She stood and gave you a hug, being careful not to squeeze the baby she carried like in the wrap around her chest. You cooed at the adorable boy, giving his cheeks a light pinch, watching his big brown eyes stare straight up at you.

“Oh Ocha he looks more like you every time I see him.”

“I’m afraid of that, he’ll have my baby cheeks forever! I swear these are a curse you know, I’m 26 and I still have chipmunk cheeks meant for a 9 year old.”

You laughed at her over exaggeration and sat across from them, thanking her for already ordering your coffee and favorite pastry. It had been quite a while since you two were able to just catch up like this, you both busy with your day to day lives. Now with the baby, Ochaco and her husband decided it’d be best for her to wait a while before returning back to hero duties. Especially with the baby only being 6 months, you didn’t know how she did it. She loved being a hero, and now she’s been out of the game for over a year, and more to go.

“How’s work been? I hear you’re going to be on the Morning Musutafu Show! That must be super exciting!” She said, giving the baby one of those food feeders that held bananas inside.

“I suppose so, you know I don’t like the attention all too much. But I am happy to be getting recognized, I think it’ll go over smoothly!” You took a sip of your coffee, sighing in pleasure as the warmth seeped deep into your bones.

“I don’t think it will, I know it will! We’ll be watching you don’t worry, won’t we cupcake?” She looked down at her son.

You laughed as her only response back was banana flavored drool that came out of his mouth, and Ochaco was quick to wipe it up.

“I take that as a yes, thanks little man.” You reached out your hand and let him grab one of your fingers. Ochaco was staring at your interaction, seeing the softness that bloomed across your features.

“(y/n), when are you and Todoroki going to finally tie the knot and have kids of your own hm?”

You jolted in shock, eyes meeting her brown ones as she smiled innocently. You took your hand back across the table, staring at the boy in her arms once more as he continued his feast.

“Oh I dunno Ochaco, we want to get married sure, but we haven’t found time with how busy we are.”

“I may not be in the Top 10 but I’m still a pro, and I still found time. Is that really all it is?” She asked worriedly.

“Of course! We both said we wanted to do something perfect, but there isn’t a rush. We’re happy the way we are right now you know? We’re both trying to climb to the top, and as long as we’re together, the titles between us don’t matter.” You said with a smile.

“Well then I’m happy for you, but I still need a playmate for this little guy.” She kissed the top of her sons head, smoothing out whatever hair he had.

“Oh well I can’t help you there, I don’t think we’ll have kids. At least, we’ve never talked about that.” You awkwardly rubbed your neck.

“Mm, we thought so too, watch out (y/n), you might get pregnant here soon if you jinx yourself like that.” She teased.

“Oh ha-ha, very funny.”

“I’m serious!”

You laughed it off and made a grab for your pastry, taking a bite into the treat. You were on your second chew when you felt something was off. It wasn’t like earlier when you simply threw up, this time you wanted to gag at the foul taste in your mouth.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep from spitting all over the table and ran into the restroom you were sitting close to. You had no time to reach the toilet as you wretched into the trash can. Your stomach was doing flips as struggled for breath, heaving nothing but bile once again. You felt a hand on your back rubbing soothing circles, and motherly tones of worry.

“Jeez (y/n), are you alright?”

You made your way to the counter of sinks and washed your mouth out for the second time that morning

“Yeah, I think I caught a stomach bug. I’ve been feeling like this all morning, plus I’m so tired.” You groaned, bracing yourself against the sink. Ochaco held her baby away from you, giving you a look.

“Wash your hands then miss, I do not need a sick baby to worry about.”

You did as you were told, leaving the bathroom together and paying the bill, preparing to leave.

“I’m going to stop by the drug store and get some medicine, I guess we can see each other later? Sorry to ruin the visit.” You frowned.

“Oh shush,” She waved you off, walking outside with you, “It’s a lovely day and we aren’t ready to go home yet, we’ll accompany you, if you’ll have us of course, oh I’d love to see Todoroki too if I can! I haven’t seen anyone in so long.”

“Yeah that would be nice, of course you both can come over, even though Shoto won’t be home for a while.” You agreed, walking side-by-side with the brunette to the drug store.

You both entered and you went to the medicine isle, searching for the perfect thing to get. You looked to your side and Ochaco had gone to another part of the store, so you tried to hurry. There was a lot to choose from, but you picked something and made your way over to the counter, purchasing the item. You looked with confusion as Ochaco held a bag as well, but she just shrugged and linked arms together before marching out.

You reached your home and let her in first, watching as she took off her shoes and immediately sat down on the couch, a sigh escaping her lips.

“Don’t push yourself, let me know if it’s too much!” You scolded, following suit and sitting next to her.

“Don’t be a worry wart, this like cupcake is just heavy is all.” She undid her holder and sat him in her lap, checking his diaper before humming.

“Looks like someone needs a change.” You grabbed the baby blanket from her diaper bag and moved out of the way, setting it down where you once sat so she could set him down.

Once she started to change him, her bag from the store caught your eye.

“What did you get while we were there?”

“Can you hold him for a sec?.” She stood up with the baby in her arms, offering him to you.

You took in a little breath and grabbed a hold of him gently, laying his head on your shoulder with a hand on his back and bottom for support. You were patting his back gently while watching your best friend clean up, she looked up at you with a sheepish smile once she held the bag of your interest.

“I got something for you actually, and I know you’ll think I’m crazy but you have to do it.”

“Do what? I’m not going to drink some crazy concoction you make up, I love you but no.” You laughed slightly, looking down at the boy in your arms.

“Your mommy is crazy huh?”

“(y/n).” She called you, face serious.

You just looked at her as she opened the bag, pulling out a box.

“I want you to take this test for me.”

You mouth dropped open as you stared at the pregnancy test she held in her hand.

“Ochaco, there’s no way I’m pregnant- I uh, we’ve always been careful!”

“Accidents happen,” she shrugged, taking her son back from your arms and gave you the test to hold instead, “He was an accident, a lovely one at that, but still. I couldn’t eat most of my favorite foods, I was always tired, and my breasts we’re always sore. Tell me, when’s the last time you had your period?”

“It was-uhm..” You thought back, eyes narrowing in fear as you couldn’t remember.

“I haven’t even realized..” You whispered, staring at the box in your hands.

“Well, goon then. It;s better to bite the bullet and check now. I’m right here for you.” She gave you a comforting look before gesturing towards the bathroom.

You slowly made your way into the hall bathroom, locking the door behind you. Reading all the directions before opening the package. You did what is said, and it was more difficult than it looked trying not to pee on your hands, and then put the cap on top. You set it flat on the counter and waited. It was supposed to take five minutes and the room felt suffocating so you walked out, choosing to wait with Ochaco on the couch. After some time, she nudged you.

“I think it’s ready, are you okay to look?”

“No.” You whispered, afraid of the results.

“Well I can always check? If that’ll make it better.” She offered.

“No,” You sighed, “I should do it, I’ll.. be back.”

Your body felt like lead as you made your way to the waiting test. You fought villains on a daily basis, have lived through many disasters and have braved through every single one. You were a Hero dammit, and this wouldn’t scare you.

You marched up to the test and picked it up, ready to face the results head on.

You were not ready to face the results after all, your hand trembled as you saw two lines. You knew what that meant, of course you did. You wanted to feel happy but you couldn’t help the sob that escaped your lips. In a flash Ochaco was there, a crestfallen look on her face. She threw an arm around you and pulled you in close for a half-hug while you wept.

“I feel like I can’t breathe.” You whispered.

“Oh (y/n), it’ll all be okay..”

“I can’t do it Ocha, I-I can’t be a mother!” You sobbed, dropping the test on the floor.

“Why is that?” She hummed, voice soft.

“I’m not ready.. I don’t think Shoto is ready. What if..” You trailed off.

“What if he’s upset? This will ruin our plans, his plans!” You finished.

“Oh hun he would never be upset with you. This is big news of course, maybe he’ll need time to wrap his head around it, but he would never be angry at you.”

You said nothing, sitting on the edge of the tub a few moments longer before you stopped crying. Ochaco helped you back to the living area and sat you down.

“I can make us some tea.” She said.

You agreed, but the only catch was you had to hold the baby. Ochaco said she could do it but you reassured her you were okay. That’s how you found yourself staring at the baby resting on your lap, emotions running high. All you could think about was immense guilt that you felt, mothers aren’t supposed to feel like this when they find out they’re expecting. Women in movies cry tears of happiness, not tears of sadness.

“Hey,” Ochaco sat down your cup of tea, brushing your shoulder with hers, “It’ll be alright, you both will work it out.”

You didn’t respond, feeling the tears gather in your eyes again. She noticed so she continued.

“I felt the same way when I first found out I was pregnant.”

“What?” You looked her in confusion.

“Yep, I told no one because I was ashamed of myself for feeling like it was the end of the world. But now,” She smiled at her son, ”I couldn’t imagine my life without him.”

The door opened and you froze, hearing your boyfriends voice ringing out.

“Love I’m hom-Oh? Hello Uraraka.”

“Oh Todoroki! It’s good to see you!” She said, standing up and going to greet him, which gave you a moment to compose yourself.

You did so, standing as well to go greet him when your heart stopped again. Ochaco was showing Shoto the baby, and the slight smile on his face made your heart clench even more.

They both turned to look at you, their own smiles wiping off their faces as they saw your reaction.

“Love what’s wrong?” Shoto walked over to you, and you flashed him a strained smile.

“Nothing dear, I’m fine, just a bit tired.” You partially lied.

“Well we should get going.” Ochaco spoke, grabbing her diaper bag and wrapping the baby.

“Are you alright going alone? I can take you.” Shoto offered.

“No no we’re alright, we need the air. Have a good night you two.” She waved.

“Be safe. Let me know when you get home.” You replied.

She walked out the door and you couldn’t look at Shoto. His gaze was burning intensely into the top of your figure.

“(y/n), tell me what’s wrong.”

The dam broke then, tears streaming down your face while leaning on him for support. He held your arms and pulled you closer into his chest, running a hand through your hair. Whispering soothing words into your ear.

“Love please, what’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You pushed him away and looked into his eyes.

“What?” He reached out for you.

“I’m pregnant.” You whimpered.

“What?” He repeated, eyes widening as his arm stopped reaching for you.

You bit your lip, eyes scrubbing your eyes, trying to stop the tears but they came down faster than you could wipe them away.

“I’m sorry! This ruins everything,we’ve worked so hard to get where we are now, and we’re still working hard! Everything is going to change..”

“Change isn’t bad.” He pulled you close once again, a hand pushing your chin up so you could meet his gaze.

His eyes were a bit misty, brows furrowed, but he had a smile anyways.

“But this won’t be an easy change Shoto, this is going to be hard and it’s going to slow us down, not only my career but yours too!”

“You’re more important than any title I could have. As long as I can protect you nothing else matters.” He glanced down and put a hand to your stomach.

“You’re not mad?” You questioned.

“Of course not dear, this is something we’ll get through together.” He brushed your lips together, love and passion definitely present in the kiss.

“I guess we’ll be alright.” You finally agreed, a smile blooming across your face.

“Of course we will.“ He said.

"Together?” You asked.

“Together.” He replied.

While it was still scary, you knew everything would work out as long as you had each other. No matter the hardships, no matter all the unknowns, it would all work out in the end. And when the time finally came around, the both of you agreed that your baby girl was the most beautiful blessing, and you’ve never been happier.

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katehuntington · 4 years

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Title: Changes - part eleven Word count: ±3000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part eleven: The case is closed and the hunters go their separate ways, but not before having to deal with a few loose ends. Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks. Music: Purple Haze - Jimmi Hendrix, Highway To Hell - AC/DC. Author’s note: I’m super excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer, @soupornatural & @mrswhozeewhatsis, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish and @winchest09 who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

Supernatural: The Sullivan Series Masterlist 01x01 “Changes” Masterlist

Flashing lights shimmer bright blue and red on the surroundings of the three hunters. They’re out in the open again, the moon and stars above them, the night air chilly. Dean leans against his Impala, while Zoë has made herself comfortable on the saddle of her bike, overlooking the scene. Police officers are clearing the area, some take notes of what the victims have to say. Before the authorities arrived, the hunters talked to the victims about what to tell the police. Their best advice was to keep quiet. People who start their statement with the word ‘shapeshifter’ usually end up in a psych ward. If they ever need to talk about what happened, they can call the brothers.

All the people have been pulled out of the septic tank by the fire department. An ambulance with Cole in the back is the first to leave the driveway, sirens blaring, while others are treated and prepared for their ride to hospital. Sam walks up to the other hunters and halts, watching the ambulance take off. “Cole is in critical condition, but the paramedic was hopeful. She said if we hadn’t found him, he wouldn’t have survived the night. The others are okay, besides from minor injuries and malnutrition,” he informs. “Good,” Dean says, satisfied. “And Terry Cliffer?” Zoë wonders. “Yeah, about Terry...” Sam shakes his head. “They found him, too.” “Dead?” she assumes. Sam nods and leans against the hood. The paramedics took care of the wound on his head, the injury is barely visible, covered by his long brown hair. “They found his body in the back of the tank.” Zoë sighs. “Damnit.” She glances over to the ambulance where Michelle Cliffer is sitting on a gurney, wrapped in a thermal blanket. She has her daughter and son by her side, comforting her children. Zoë wonders if she knows. The boys catch her gaze at the broken family. “You can’t save them all.”

It's Dean who reminds her of that, to Zoë’s surprise. She expected words of consolation from the younger Winchester, who’s shown her a lot more sympathy than his arrogant brother, until now, that is. She nods at the hunter, hearing his message, but unable to accept tonight’s outcome. Every time an innocent is killed by something she hunts, she feels like she failed. Even though they saved the others, not to mention the many victims that would have followed if they hadn't ended the shifter, Zoë cannot shake that feeling.

When she looks up at Michelle again, she sees that the woman is on her way over. It’s not hard to miss the widow’s grief. “Michelle...” Sam stammers, not sure what to say. She forces a polite smile and gives him a nod, but it's obvious she's torn up. Through the tears, she looks them in the eye one by one. “What you did… you have no idea what this means to me,” she says, her voice breaking. “Just doing our job, ma’am,” Dean responds, as if it’s no big deal.

“It’s so strange...” The poor woman shakes her head, still unable to grasp what happened. “I noticed that Terry was behaving differently about a month ago. I had no idea that--" “- it wasn’t your husband?” Sam fills in. She looks up at him, sniffles and nods. “He looked just like him. A few days ago, I started asking questions and… well, you know the rest.” She looks down, as if she’s trying to find her strength in the soil underneath her feet. Her bottom lip begins to quiver. “They just informed me about Terry.” “We're very sorry,” Sam returns, compassionately.

Michelle looks up, her piercing blue eyes seeking Dean, the man who rescued her and her children. “Thank you,” she says, soft but genuine. “Don’t thank me. Thank her,” he nods at Zoë. “She did most of the work.” Zoë looks up, stunned, not expecting the sudden attention. Her gaze shifts to the mother, who turns towards her, her eyes showing more gratitude than a thousand words could describe. “Thank you for rescuing our children.” she voices, gratefully, and turns to the boys as well. “You saved my family.”

With nothing left to say, she heads back for the ambulance, her little boy walking with her by the hand, but Lizzy lingers, still looking up at the female hunter. After pondering a little longer, the six year old runs towards the huntress and folds her little arms around Zoë’s leg, giving her a hug before heading back to her mother. A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth as Zoë watches the little girl go. Lizzy waves at her until the doors of the ambulance close, answered by a final salute from the company of three. A breath floats from her lips, the weight on her shoulders made lighter by the young girl, who made it all worthwhile.

“Dude, you smell like a toilet,” Dean comments out of nowhere. He sniffs while making a face, eying his brother, who is still standing next to him. “You wanna tell me you smell like roses?” Sam returns. Dean stares back, puzzled. “What are you--“ Sam grabs Dean’s leather coat and pulls it up, showing the dirt and feces stuck to it. “Ah, shit,” Dean curses. Zoë grins. “Indeed.” Sam can’t help but smirk when Dean pulls himself loose, annoyed. Then he glares at Zoë. “You totally fucked up my favorite jacket,” he gripes, pissed off. “Gonna cry about it?” she pouts at him. He gives her a dirty look and narrows his eyes, but Zoë doesn’t let him off the hook just yet. “You’re lucky you didn’t fuck up my Dave,” she warns. “Next time you have the nerve to get on my bike, I’ll kill you.” “You have such a warm and loving personality, know that?” Dean snarls, sarcastically.

“Talking about warm and loving, you said something about ‘me being all over you’?” she brings up, curious. “You jumped me, and not in a violent kind of way,” he reveals, scratching the back of his head, a little embarrassed. “How did you find out it wasn’t me?” Zoë wonders. “Simple; there was no trace of that bullet wound,” he explains, nodding at her abdomen. “Ah, so clothes were off; you did play ball.” She grins, crossing her arms and leaning back a little. “How far did you make it, exactly? First base? Second base?”

Sam snorts, watching the interaction between the two hunters. He didn’t expect a blush to turn the tips of Dean’s ears pink, however. “Oh, whoa!” she realizes. “You got to third base.” “Dude, you had sex with a shapeshifter?” Sam smirks. “Dude, no! C’mon!” Dean defends. Zoë grins, amused. His denial was a little too fast and too loud. For a ‘professional’ con artist, he’s a pretty bad liar. “Did shifter-me give you a hand or was it the other way around?” “I - that’s not…” Dean stutters, only digging himself deeper. “You know what? I don’t have to answer to you.” She huffs. “Well, since you thought you were having sex with me, I think you kinda do.” “I didn’t have sex with you, or fake-you,” he makes clear, correcting himself while looking confused. “Look, I know what I was doing. I shot the fucker and saved your ass, so I think I deserve some credit.”

But Zoë doesn’t plan to stop. “You’re into me,” she provokes. “You’re so full of shit,” Dean scoffs. “You might come in a pretty package, sweetheart, but you are as sour as they come.” She laughs at the insult and slides her helmet over her head, securing the chinstrap. “I have zero intention to become your friend, Dean, and that was your first clue. When that shifter came on so strong, you should’ve known you were either having a wet dream, or the ‘pretty package’ wasn’t actually this sour bitch.”

The huntress starts the engine of her Harley before the guy she’s been butting heads with can counter. She doesn’t take off however; she’s not done yet. “Oh, by the way, did you know that shapeshifters aren’t sexless?” “Of course I knew that,” Dean utters. “So?” “Well, Sammy there saw the shifter shed and he was pretty sure it wasn’t female. So whatever you did, you didn’t do it with the opposite sex.” Zoë leaves the rest for the older Winchester brother to figure out, and to her amusement, it doesn’t take long before it settles in what she’s implying. When she sees the horror and bewilderment in his eyes, she has to pull every string to not break character. “Bye, boys!”

She turns the throttle and steers her bike towards the road. Sam has the feeling he’s experiencing déjà vu. Last night, they were standing in the exact same spot, Zoë driving off on her Harley Davidson, Dean staring at her in awe. The younger Winchester tries his best not to burst into laughter, but has difficulty keeping a straight face. He decides to play along with Zoë’s little mind game. “Is she actually saying that I...?” Dean stammers, eyeing his brother, unsettled. Sam nods. “Did you really see…?” Sam nods. Nauseated Dean looks away, realizing what this means. “I’m gonna throw up.”

Disoriented, he circles the car and slips into his seat a moment later. In shock he stares at the emblem in the center of the steering wheel; his whole life has been a lie. Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix starts playing when the driver turns the key in the ignition. As if he didn’t feel dirty enough, the thought of the shapeshifter driving his beloved Impala only adds to his discomfort. Oh well, at least the bastard didn’t screw with his mixtape.

Beams of yellow glide through the car rhythmically, fading in and out every time they pass a street light. The V8 under the hood roars steady, already radiating warmth into the cabin as they are about to drive into the city of Rochester. Dean has turned the heat on, aware that Sam had been stuck underground for hours; he figured his little brother might be cold. The gash on his head didn’t look too bad, looks like he got away with nothing but a scratch. “So, what’s our plan for the rest of the night?” Dean asks him, actually checking if Sam wants to hit the road or call it a night. Sam chuckles, assuming he has other intentions with that question. “Considering you have a date with Vicodin girl?” For the second time this evening, Dean experiences a sudden and overwhelming pressure on his chest as he hits the brakes, almost causing the car behind him to crash into his bumper. The driver honks madly and swerves around when the Chevrolet pulls over. “Dude!” Sam exclaims, startled. He doesn’t answer. When they have come to a full stop, Dean glances at his watch instead; it’s 9:15. Frustrated he slams the steering wheel. “Fuck!” “What’s your problem?” Sam returns, stunned. “That’s my problem.” He nods at his rear view mirror.

It’s just now that Sam notices the sirens behind them. He quickly looks over his shoulder and curses, but is surprised to see the police cars pass them. “It’s not even for us, Dean. Would you relax?” Sam doesn’t understand all the fuss. “Oh, it’s for us, alright,” Dean mutters, nodding at the first responders, who make a sharp right to 6th St Southwest, joined by another vehicle from the other direction. “That’s - that’s where our hotel is,” the younger of the two realizes. The driver rubs his face. “I didn’t bolt the door.” With eyes wide open, Sam stares at his brother. “What?!” “I was in a bit of a hurry,” Dean excuses. “I think Vicodin girl walked in on a dead shapeshifter.” “Please tell me you covered our tracks,” his brother pleads. “I didn’t have time for that, Sam! For all I knew I could have been working on a fucking time schedule here! I didn’t know where you were, if you were alive!” he explains, frantically. “Okay, just chill out. You did take our stuff with you, right?” Sam supposes. “Let me think. Who had the car again!?” Dean returns. “You left my laptop in the room?!” Sam exclaims, freaking out. “All our documents, our records, everything is on that computer!” “I wasn’t thinking straight, okay?! I thought you were dead!” Dean shouts back. “At least tell me you brought Dad’s journal,” Sam asserts. He doesn’t need an answer; when he watches Dean’s expression go blank, he knows enough. “Dean, you didn’t,” Sam sighs and runs his hands through his hair frustrated. “We need to get back in there,” Dean states, determined. “Are you nuts? There are cops all over that place!” Sam reminds him. “Everything we know, everything Dad knows, is in that journal. Names, addresses, phone numbers, you have any idea how many people are gonna get in trouble if that book falls into the wrong hands?!” Sam sums up, his voice raised.

Before Sam can continue the argument, Dean’s Rock N’ Roll ringtone cuts through the tension. Irritated, he rummages around in his pocket and takes out his phone. He checks the display before he picks up; he doesn’t know the number. “Hello?” “Hey, Birdbrain.” He recognizes that voice, even though the sounds in the background are so loud that he has difficulty understanding her. He rolls his eyes skyward. “Zo, not now. I have a little bit of a situation here.” “You mean that you left everything you own except for that damn car of yours in the Deep Purple Inn, which just got stormed by the cops?”

Dean stares at the road ahead, flabbergasted. “How the fuck do you know that?” “Because I was just there.” “You were there?” he repeats stunned. Frowning, Sam looks over at his brother, trying to make out what Zoë is saying. “That lizard took my Macbook and my phone up to your room, I had to get it back. Nice job tidying up the place, by the way.” “I was a little busy saving everyone’s ass!” Dean returns. “I went through a hell of a lot of trouble to get your things, but I’ll be happy to dump them alongside the road somewhere if you don’t drop that attitude. Do you want your shit back or not?”

Silence. Dean curses under his breath, turning the speaker away from his mouth so that the huntress doesn’t pick up on it. He absolutely despises it when he’s forced to take a knee. “Yes,” he growls, grinding his teeth while pronouncing the simple three letter word. “I’m gonna make sure I’m out of the state before I pull over, considering shapeshifter-me shot up an entire bar and I just entered the crime scene of my own murder. I advise you to do the same thing.” “Copy that,” Dean agrees. “And our stuff?” “You’ve got my number. Give me a call in a few days.” “Can’t we just meet up somewhere in Iowa?” he proposes. “No can do, I’m heading to Arkansas for a haunting. Not sure how long that’s gonna take. Leave the state, lay low and call me in a few days, got that?” Dean sighs, rolling his eyes. Seems like he doesn’t have a choice. “Got it.” “Oh, and for the sake of public health, when you cross the state border, take a shower at the first truck stop.” With those words, she disconnects. Dean looks down at the phone and scoffs. Un-fucking-believable. “She has our stuff?” Sam has been staring at him all this time, it’s just now that Dean looks him in the eye. “Unfortunately,” Dean confirms and looks in the rear view mirror, before he turns back on the road and hits the gas.

They pass 6th Street Southwest, which is swarming with police. Sam straightens his back, glad that they don’t have to deal with it. He just hopes this isn’t going to come back and bite Dean in the ass later. “That’s murder number two on your police record,” Sam comments. “You sound like Dad,” the older brother mutters. “No, I don’t,” Sam argues. The corner of Dean’s mouth pulls up. “You’d be surprised how much you’re like the old man,” he remarks. Sam changes the subject. “So, what’s our plan?” Dean shrugs, his right hand on the wheel, his left hand in his lap, unburdening his hurting shoulder. He doesn’t take his eyes from the road as he drives south, down highway 63. “According to Sullivan, we should lay low for a few days.” “Sounds fine to me,” Sam agrees. “Where are we going next?” “Arkansas,” Dean announces. The younger Winchester glances aside at his brother. “Why Arkansas?” Dean returns a smug grin. Sam knows that look, he has seen it way too many times. “You’re gonna follow her, aren’t you?” he presumes. “You actually think I’m gonna wait until she has some spare time in her agenda?” Dean chuckles.

It’s not often, but Sam actually agrees with him. They have better things to do, like finding Dad and hunting down the bastard that killed Mom and his girlfriend; he’s going to need the journal and his laptop for that. “Arkansas it is then.” Dean turns up the volume when the first tunes from Cliff Williams’ guitar comes through the speakers. Putting the pedal to the metal, he joins in with the drums and he can’t help but nod his head slightly on the beat. Bon Scott’s peculiar scratchy voice belts out the first verse and the driver gladly joins him. He doesn’t care that his brother shakes his head disapprovingly. There’s just no way he can let AC/DC’s Highway To Hell go by without singing along.

No stop signs, speed limit Nobody's gonna slow me down Like a wheel, gonna spin it Nobody's gonna mess me 'round

Hey Satan, payin' my dues Playin' in a rockin' band Hey momma, look at me I'm on my way to the Promised Land

I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell Highway to hell

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USA Today: What Is Taylor Listening To?

Below is the list of all the songs that originally appeared on Brian Mansfield’s USA Today article “Taylor Swift is listening to...” (from November 12th 2008). Article and list of songs can still be accessed with the help of Wayback Machine, if the Flash is enabled in your browser. Enjoy!

A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover

Acceptance - Different

Aerosmith - Dream On

Alana Grace - Black Roses Red

Alana Grace - Paranoid

Alanis Morissette - Hands Clean

Alison Krauss & Union Station - If I Didn't Know Any Better

Alison Krauss & Union Station - New Favorite

Amos Lee - Colors

Anna Nalick - Breathe (2 AM)

Anna Nalick - Catalyst

Anna Nalick - Forever Love

Anna Nalick - In The Rough

Anna Nalick - Paper Bag

Anna Nalick - Wreck Of The Day (Live)

Aslyn - Be The Girl

Augustana - Sweet and Low

Avril Lavigne - Fall To Pieces

Avril Lavigne - Why

Backstreet Boys - All I Have To Give

Backstreet Boys - Climbing The Walls

Backstreet Boys - Crawling Back To You

Backstreet Boys - Incomplete

BarlowGirl - Never Alone

Ben Folds - Landed

Ben Folds - The Luckiest

Ben Folds Five - Brick

Ben Jelen - Come On

Ben Lee - Catch My Disease

Better Than Ezra - Breathless

Better Than Ezra - Our Last Night

Beyoncé - If I Were A Boy

Beyoncé - Irreplaceable

Beyoncé - Me Myself And I

Beyoncé ft. Bun B, Slim Thug - Check On It

Big & Rich - Holy Water

Big & Rich - Save A Horse [Ride A Cowboy]

Billy Currington - Why, Why, Why

Billy Gilman - Clueless

Billy Joel - Uptown Girl

Billy Mack - Christmas Is All Around

Blake Shelton - Austin

Blake Shelton - Don’t Make Me

Blake Shelton - It Ain't Easy Bein' Me

Blake Shelton - Nobody But Me

Blink-182 - Feeling This

Blink-182 - What's My Age Again?

Blu Sanders - Like the Movies

Blu Sanders - We All Lose It

Blu Sanders - You By Her Side

Bone Crusher ft. Killer Mike, T.I. - Never Scared

Bonnie Somerville - Winding Road

Boys Like Girls - Hero/Heroine (Acoustic)

Boys Like Girls - Thunder

Brad Paisley - It Did

Brad Paisley - Whiskey Lullaby

Brandi Carlile - Fall Apart Again

Brandi Carlile - The Story

Brandi Carlile - Throw It All Away

Brandi Carlile - Turpentine

Brandi Carlile - What Can I Say

Brett Dennen - She's Mine

Britney Spears - (You Drive Me) Crazy (The Stop Remix!)

Britney Spears - Do Somethin’

Britney Spears - Everytime

Britney Spears - I Love Rock 'N' Roll

Britney Spears - I'm A Slave 4 U

Britney Spears - Lucky

Britney Spears - My Prerogative

Britney Spears - Outrageous

Britney Spears - Sometimes

Britney Spears - Toxic

Britney Spears ft. Pharrell Williams - Boys (Co-ed Remix)

Britney Spears ft. Ying Yang Twins - (I Got That) Boom Boom

Brooke Fraser - Deciphering Me

Bruce Robinson - All Over But The Cryin'

Bruce Robinson - Virginia

Cartel - Honestly

Chamillionaire ft. Krayzie Bone - Ridin'

Chantal Kreviazuk - In This Life

Chingy - Holidae In

Chris Brown - Gimme That

Chris Brown ft. Juelz Santana - Run It!

Christina Aguilera - Beautiful

Christina Aguilera, Lil' Kim, Mya, Pink - Lady Marmalade

Ciara - Get Up

Coheed and Cambria - The Suffering

Colbie Caillat - Battle

Colbie Caillat - Feelings Show

Colbie Caillat - Magic

Colbie Caillat - One Fine Wire

Colbie Caillat - Oxygen

Colbie Caillat - The Little Things

Coldplay - Sparks

Coldplay - The Scientist

Coldplay - Trouble

Coldplay - Yellow

Concrete Blonde - Joey

Corinne Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On

Courtney Jaye - Can You Sleep

Cyndi Thomson - I Always Liked That Best

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes

Damien Rice - Delicate (Live)

Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter

Daniel Cage - Catch Me When I Fall

Daniel Powter - Bad Day

Daniel Powter - Jimmy Gets High

Dashboard Confessional - As Lovers Go

Dashboard Confessional - Ghost Of A Good Thing

Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down

Dashboard Confessional - Rapid Hope Loss

Dashboard Confessional - Secret

Dashboard Confessional - Stolen

Dashboard Confessional - Vindicated

Dave Barnes - Until You

David Banner ft. Magic, Lil Boosie - Ain't Got Nothing

David Gray - This Year's Love

David Mead - Nashville

Deana Carter - We Danced Anyway

Def Leppard - Armageddon It

Def Leppard - Bringin' On The Heartbreak

Def Leppard - Foolin'

Def Leppard - Hysteria

Def Leppard - Let's Get Rocked

Def Leppard - Love Bites

Def Leppard - Miss You In A Heartbeat

Def Leppard - Photograph

Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me

Def Leppard - Rocket

Del Amitri - Roll To Me

Dem Franchize Boyz - Ridin' Rims

Dem Franchize Boyz ft. Peanut & Charlay - Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It

Diana Anaid - Last Thing

Dido - Here With Me

Divinyls - I Touch Myself

Dixie Chicks - Cold Day in July

Dixie Chicks - Cowboy Take Me Away

Dixie Chicks - Easy Silence

Dixie Chicks - Godspeed (Sweet Dreams)

Dixie Chicks - Goodbye Earl

Dixie Chicks - Long Time Gone

Dixie Chicks - Lullaby

Dixie Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice

Dixie Chicks - Top of the World

Dwight Yoakam - The Back Of Your Hand

Eagle-Eye Cherry - Save Tonight

Eamon - I Don't Want You Back

Emerson Drive - Fall Into Me

Eminem - Lose Yourself

En Vogue - Don't Let Go

Enrique Iglesias - Bailamos

Eva Cassidy - Songbird

Faith Hill - The Lucky One

Faith Hill - This Kiss

Fall Out Boy - Grand Theft Autumn

Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Goin Down

Family Force 5 - Love Addict

Fastball - Out Of My Head

Fefe Dobson - 8x10

Fefe Dobson - Bye Bye Boyfriend

Fefe Dobson - Don't Let It Go to Your Head

Fefe Dobson - Everything

Fefe Dobson - Revolution Song

Fefe Dobson - Rock It 'Til You Drop It

Fefe Dobson - Stupid Little Love Song

Fefe Dobson - Take Me Away

Foo Fighters - Best Of You

Fort Minor ft. Holly Brook & Jonah Matranga - Where'd You Go

Fountains of Wayne - All Kinds of Time

Frankie J ft. Baby Bash - Obsession (No Es Amor)

Gabrielle - Out Of Reach

Gary Allan - Life Ain't Always Beautiful

Gary Allan - Nickajack Cave

Gary Allan - Promise Broken

Gary Burr - What Mattered Most

Gavin DeGraw - (Nice to Meet You) Anyway

Gavin DeGraw - Belief

Gavin DeGraw - Chariot

Gavin DeGraw - Chemical Party

Gavin DeGraw - Follow Through

Gavin DeGraw - I Don't Want To Be

Gavin DeGraw - Just Friends

Gavin DeGraw - Meaning

Gavin DeGraw - More Than Anyone

Gavin DeGraw - Overrated

George Strait - Blue Clear Sky

George Strait - Carrying Your Love With Me

George Strait - Heartland

George Strait - I Can Still Make Cheyenne

George Strait - One Night At A Time

George Strait - Run

George Strait - The Best Day

Gin Blossoms - Found Out About You

Goo Goo Dolls - Here Is Gone

Goo Goo Dolls - Iris

Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.

Grace Potter And The Nocturnals - Apologies

Gwen Stefani - Hollaback Girl

Gwen Stefani - The Sweet Escape

Heidi Newfield - Johnny And June

Hellogoodbye - Here In Your Arms

Hillary Lindsey - Over You

Hinder - Better Than Me

Hinder - Lips Of An Angel

Hope Partlow - Don't Go

Howie Day - Collide

Howie Day - She Says

Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am

Jack Ingram - Hold On

Jack Ingram - Make A Wish (Coming Home Again)

Jack Ingram - Maybe She'll Get Lonely

Jack Ingram - Measure Of A Man

Jack Johnson - Better Together

Jack Johnson - Good People

Jack Johnson - Taylor

Jake Owen - Eight Second Ride

Jake Owen - Ghosts

Jake Owen - Hard Not To Love You

Jake Owen - Startin' With Me

James Blunt - Carry You Home

James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover

James Blunt - You’re Beautiful

Jann Arden - Insensitive

Jason Aldean - Why

Jason Mraz - I’m Yours

JAY-Z ft. UGK - Big Pimpin'

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah

Jem - 24

Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul

Jesse McCartney - Just So You Know

Jesse McCartney - The Best Day Of My Life

Jessica Andrews - Baby To Love You Once

Jessica Andrews - More To Me Than You

Jessica Andrews - More To Me Than You (acoustic)

Jessica Andrews - Second Sunday

Jet - Look What You've Done

Jewel - Good Day

Jewel - You Were Meant For Me

Jimmy Eat World - Hear You Me

Jimmy Eat World - If You Don’t, Don’t

Jimmy Eat World - The Middle

Joanna - All I Want For Christmas Is You

Joanna - Screaming Infidelities

Joanna - Ultraviolet

John Mayer - Comfortable

John Mayer - Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

John Mayer - Waiting On the World to Change

John Mayer - Your Body Is A Wonderland

Johnny Cooper - Everything

Johnny Cooper - Texas To You

Jon McLaughlin - Beautiful Disaster

Jonas Brothers - Burnin' Up

Jonas Brothers - Tonight

Jonas Brothers - Year 3000

Joseph Arthur - Honey And The Moon

Josh Kelley - Amazing

Josh Rouse - It's the Nighttime

Justin Timberlake - Cry Me A River

Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around Comes Around

K-Ci & JoJo - All My Life

KT Tunstall - Other Side Of The World

Kanye West - Diamonds From Sierra Leone

Kanye West ft. Jamie Foxx - Gold Digger

Kari Kimmel - Notice Me

Katie Herzig - Fool's Gold

Katie Herzig - Sweeter Than This

Katy Perry - Hot N Cold

Katy Perry - Thinking Of You

Keith Urban - Better Life

Keith Urban - I Told You So

Keith Urban - Making Memories Of Us

Keith Urban - Somebody Like You

Kelis - Brass In Pocket

Kelis - Milkhake

Kellie Pickler - Best Days Of Your Life

Kellie Pickler - Didn't You Know How Much I Loved You

Kelly Clarkson - Low

Kelly Clarkson - Miss Independent

Kelly Clarkson - Some Kind of Miracle

Kelly Clarkson - The Trouble With Love Is

Kenny Chesney - Big Star

LFO - Every Other Time

Landon Pigg - Can't Let Go

LeAnn Rimes - But I Do Love You

LeAnn Rimes - Damn

LeAnn Rimes - The Right Kind Of Wrong

LeAnn Rimes - This Love

LeAnn Rimes - You Are

Leigh Nash - Last Christmas

Lenny Kravitz - Again

Lenny Kravitz - American Woman

Lifehouse - Everything

Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Kings Of Crunk

Lil Scrappy - No Problem

Lil Scrappy ft Young Buck - Money In The Bank

Lil Wayne - Go DJ

Lisa Loeb - I Do

Little Big Town - Boondocks

Little Big Town - Bring It On Home

Liz Phair - Everything To Me

Liz Phair - Why Can’t I

Loretta Lynn - Fist City

Lori McKenna - Your Next Lover

Mandy Moore - I Wanna Be With You

Mannie Fresh - Real Big

Mark Wills - Take It All Out Of Me

Maroon 5 - Harder To Breathe

Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved

Maroon 5 - Shiver

Maroon 5 - Tangled

Maroon 5 - This Love

Mat Kearney - All I Need

Mat Kearney - Nothing Left To Lose

Mat Kearney - Where We Gonna Go From Here

Matchbox Twenty - If You're Gone

Matchbox Twenty - Long Day

Matt Nathanson - I Saw

Matt Wertz - Everything's Right

Matt Wertz - Red Meets Blue

Melissa Etheridge - I'm The Only One

Meredith Brooks - Bitch

Metro Station - Now That We're Done

Metro Station - Shake It

Michelle Branch - Breathe

Michelle Branch - Goodbye To You

Mike Jones - Flossin'

Mindy Smith - Come To Jesus

Miranda Lambert - Bring Me Down

Miranda Lambert - Greyhound Bound For Nowhere

Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder And Lead

Miranda Lambert - Kerosene

Miranda Lambert - Mama, I'm Alright

Miranda Lambert - More Like Her

Miranda Lambert - What About Georgia?

Missy Higgins - Warm Whispers

Mozella - You Wanted It

Morgane Hayes - If Ever There Was

Morgane Hayes - Lonely Anywhere

Morgane Hayes - Train To Tupelo

Mr. Big - To Be With You

My Chemical Romance - Helena

Nelly - Grillz

Nick Lachey - I Can't Hate You Anymore

Nick Lachey - What's Left Of Me

Nickelback - Far Away

Nina Gordon - Tonight And The Rest Of My Life

Norah Jones - Turn Me On

Oasis - Wonderwall

OneRepublic - Apologize

Our Lady Peace - Somewhere Out There

Pink - Just Like A Pill

Paramore - When It Rains

Paris Hilton - Nothing In This World

Pat Benatar - Anxiety (Get Nervous)

Pat Benatar - Fire And Ice

Pat Benatar - Heartbreaker

Pat Benatar - Hell Is For Children

Pat Benatar - Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Pat Benatar - I Need A Lover (live)

Pat Benatar - In The Heat Of The NIght

Pat Benatar - Little To Late

Pat Benatar - Looking For A Stranger

Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield (demo)

Pat Benatar - My Clone Sleeps Alone

Pat Benatar - Precious Time

Pat Benatar - Promises In The Dark

Pat Benatar - Shadows Of The NIght

Pat Benatar - Treat Me Right

Pat Benatar - We Live For Love

Pat Benatar - Wuthering Heights

Pat Benatar - You Better Run

Patty Griffin - Burgundy Shoes

Patty Griffin - Christina

Patty Griffin - Goodbye

Patty Griffin - Heavenly Day

Patty Griffin - One Big Love

Patty Griffin - Peter Pan

Patty Griffin - Rain

Patty Griffin - When It Don’t Come Easy

Phil Collins - Can't Stop Loving You

Pitbull - Ay Chico (Lengua Afuera)

Pitbull - C**o

Plain White T's - Hate (I Really Don't Like You)

Plumb - Blush (Only You)

Plumb - Stranded

Rachael Yamagata - Be Be Your Love

Rachael Yamagata - Worn Me Down

Rachel Proctor - Didn't I

Rasheeda ft. Lil' Scrappy - Rocked Away

Ray Charles - I've Got A Woman

Rebecca Lynn Howard - Forgive

Rihanna - SOS

Rihanna ft. Jay-Z - Umbrella

Rilo Kiley - Portions for Foxes

Rob Thomas - Ever The Same

Rogue Wave - Eyes

Ronnie Day - Outside

Ronnie Milsap - It Was Almost Like A Song

Ronnie Milsap - My Life

Ronnie Milsap - Smoky Mountain Rain

Ronnie Milsap - (There's) No Gettin' Over Me

Ryan Adams - Come Pick Me Up

SHeDAISY - In Terms Of Love

Santigold - L.E.S Artistes

Sarah Connor - Bounce

Sarah McLachlan - Fallen

Sarah McLachlan - Stupid

Savage Garden - I Want You

Savage Garden - Truly Madly Deeply

Seal - This Could Be Heaven

Secondhand Serenade - Maybe

Semisonic - Closing Time

Shakira - Don’t Bother

Shakira - Underneath Your Clothes

Sheryl Crow - It's So Easy

Sheryl Crow - The First Cut Is The Deepest

Shop Boyz - Party Like A Rock Star

Sia - Breathe Me

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

Snow Patrol - Chocolate

Solange - Sandcastle Disco

Something Corporate - Ruthless

Space Girls - Wannabe

Staind - Everything Changes

Stephanie Chapman - Cowboy, I Tried

Stevie Nicks & Don Henley - Leather And Lace

Sunny Sweeney - Please Be San Antone

Survivor - Eye Of The Tiger

Susan Haynes - Bottle Rocket

T-Pain ft. Mike Jones - I'm N Luv (Wit A Stripper)

T.I. - Top Back

T.I. - What You Know

Teddy Geiger - I Feel Like Dancing

Teddy Geiger - Try To Hard

The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret

The All-American Rejects - Swing, Swing

The Ataris - The Boys of Summer

The Calling - Wherever You Will Go

The Cardigans - I Need Some Fine Wine And You

The Corrs - Breathless

The Corrs - Summer Sunshine

The Fray - How To Save A Life

The Fray - Look After You

The Fray - Over My Head (Cable Car)

The Killers - Read My Mind

The Killers - When You Were Young

The Lemonheads - Into Your Arms

The Spill Canvas - All Hail The Heartbreaker

The Veronicas - 4ever

The Veronicas - Everything I'm Not

The Veronicas - When It All Falls Apart

The Wallflowers - Closer To You

The Wreckers - Cigarettes

The Wreckers - Crazy People

The Wreckers - Lay Me Down

The Wreckers - Leave The Pieces

The Wreckers - Stand Still, Look Pretty

The Wreckers - The Good Kind

The Wreckers - The Good Kind (acoustic)

Third Eye Blind - How's It Going To Be

Third Eye Blind - Semi-Charmed Life

Three 6 Mafia - Side 2 Side

Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You

Thriving Ivory - Angels On The Moon

Tila Tequila - I Love You

Tim McGraw - Angry All The Time

Tim McGraw - Can't Tell Me Nothin'

Tim McGraw - Guess You Get Used To Somebody

Tim McGraw - Telluride

Tim McGraw - The Cowboy In Me

Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers - American Girl

Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale

Trace Adkins - Every Light In The House

Train - Meet Virginia

Trillville - Neva Eva

Trisha Yearwood - I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners

Tyler Hilton - How Love Should Be

Tyler Hilton - Kiss On

Tyler Hilton - Missing You

Tyler Hilton - Up Late Again

U2 - One

U2 - With Or Without You

Unkle Bob - Swans

Vanessa Carlton - Who's To Say

Vertical Horizon - You're A God

We The Kings - Check Yes Juliet

Wheat - I Met A Girl

Yellowcard - Only One

Young Buck - Shorty Wanna Ride

Young Jeezy - Air Forces

Young Jeezy - Bottom Of The Map

Young Jeezy - Get Ya Mind Right

Young Jeezy ft. Bun B - Trap Or Die

Young Jeezy ft. Akon - Soul Survivor

Young Jeezy ft. T.I. & Lil Scrappy - Bang

Yung Joc - I Know You See It

Yung Joc ft. Nitti - It's Goin' Down

#taylor swift #playlist #USA Today #brian mansfield #fearless era #baby taylor

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Why Me??|| jinyoung

Jinyoung x reader ( cafe worker)

Genre: angst, fluff

Requested for @vouisluittontrash

3000 years later i finally got your request done please enjoy this i put my heart and soul in it even tho it late ( I’m low key a bad writer for that srry 🥺) but ily so much thnx for waiting ❤️.

Words bolded are suppose to be them speaking Korean.

College was hard from all the studying down to the exams. All the work you put into your studies made you want to scream into your pillow and cry and after crying you’ll binge watch GOT7 funny videos on YouTube with a big tube of vanilla ice cream. Today you didn’t feel like getting out of bed after watching almost very GOT7 funny video on YouTube. Your throat felt sore from laughing. You were not ready to work today.

You groan rolling over staring up at the ceiling. “Y/N! time to get up and help me clean the table and windows so we can be ready to open!!” You hear your mother calling you. “Coming mom!” You replied. You got up and got ready checking yourself out one last time before putting you hair in a low ponytail and putting your name tag on. You hurry down the steps opening the door that leads to the kitchen area.

“Good morning mom.” You say giving your mom a kiss on the cheek. You look over to where your brother is seeing that he is busy turning on the register. You decided to give him a little scare smirking to yourself. You quickly make your way over to the front. Crouching behind him you slowly raise up,“BOO!”. You yelled causing your bother to shriek . “Y-Yah!!” Your brother yells turning to face you. You bust out laughing, holding onto your brother for support. “T-the noise you made was hilarious!” “Haha very funny start cleaning the tables off will you..” Your brother says going back to his work.

“Aye aye captain!” You say to your brother as you began to clean off the tables and windows.

The day was going by smoothly as you where serving food and took peoples orders. You heard the KBS news in the background ‘Hello welcome to KBS new my name is Jung Yeon-wook and my name is Park Ji-won and on today’s news GOT7 will be in town holding a concert in 2 weeks. Make sure you gets your tickets before their gone!’. “Y/N!” You jumped hearing your mom calling you. You turned around spotting where your mom was and saw her standing,waiting for you to come towards her. “Yes mom?” You questioned. “We have some very important guest coming today and you and another staff member will be waiting them.”

“O-okay.” It was your first time waiting for important guests to come to your family restaurant. “You sure you want me to do it mom?” “Yes, I trust my daughter will do just fine plus I think you’ll love this group of guest.” She winks at you before walking away leaving you confused. As you waited in the back to get ready to serve the food you saw people coming in with camera equipment. When you went in the room there were people running around setting up.

“Wow...” you thought. ‘They must be filming a commercial or something?’ As you went to go turn around to walk out of the room you walked into a hard chest. Before you could fall to the floor a pair of arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close to their body. “Are you okay?” You head a voice say. You look up realizing who saved you from falling. Your eyes widened and you were in shocked silence seeing who it was. All you could do was nod. It took a few seconds before you realized you were staring. You pulled away then bowed. “I’m so sorry! I-I wasn’t paying attention! M-my apologies!”

He chuckles looking at your flustered face and you try not to stare him in the eyes “I-I have to go now bye!” You quickly say bowing and rushing out of the room. Jinyoung turns back watching you rush out of the room smirking to himself. “Jinyoung we’re about to go live!” A staff member said calling out to him. “Coming!” As Jinyoung walked to go sit down he couldn’t stop looking towards the door thinking about what had happened.

Once you ran out of the room you immediately went upstairs to your room slamming the door and sliding down it. You couldn’t believe what just happened. That you fell into the arms of Jinyoung! You had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. Finally calming down you realized that was a once in a life time moment and that you’ll never get lucky like that ever again.

Sighing to yourself looking up at the ceiling you feel your phone buzzing in your back pocket,you take it out noticing it’s a Vlive notification that say GOT7: Mukbang live! .

Watching the Vlive you notice Jinyoung was barely talking and always looking towards the door. You thought to yourself. ‘Maybe he’s looking for me...’ You laugh to yourself then go back to your thoughts. ‘There’s no way he would be looking for me stupid Y/N.” Hitting yourself upside the head. You get up off the floor and go back downstairs to help out with the food for the mukbang. Every time you go place a tray down you see Jinyoung looking at you,but you avoid eye contact and rush out the room.

Once everything was done you walked into the room to collect the dishes to take them to the back. You felt as if somebody was looking at you. You looked up and saw Jinyoung and you put your head down fast collecting the dishes you rushed out. ‘Was he staring at me?’ ‘No there’s no way. Maybe I’m imagining things.’ You thought to yourself.

The next day went by smoothly. You forgot yesterdays accident and went on with your life. As you were taking an order for a customer you heard the door opening. You looked at it ready to say hello when you saw Jinyoung had walked in and was scanning the place before his eyes landed on you. You guys immediately looked away from each other. You head to the back to place the order. He took a deep breath and walked over to you.

He wanted to speak to you,but lost the courage and ordered a drink instead. As soon as you came back to give him the drink he was going to speak just to immediately be interrupted by a fan. “Can i have your autograph oppa?!“

“Oh...uhhh sure...” You saw him take the pen and piece a paper writing his signature. As soon as he looked up you were nowhere to be found and he sighed taking his drink and getting up. “Maybe I’ll try tomorrow...” He thought as he left.

The next day he was ready to leave the hotel to come back to the cafe when a staff member told him they had an interview to go to. He sighed and got ready for the interview.

“Y/N!” You jumped. “Stop spacing out and take this order to table nine.” You brother said. “O-oops sorry.” You said taking the tray and hurried off to table nine.

The day was hectic. Finally when you were about to lock up to clean and go upstairs you hear a knock on the window looking up you see Jinyoung out of breath. You quickly let him in looking around to make sure nobody saw him coming in. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “I...wanted to come for some coffee.” Jinyoung said out of breathe. “Oh..” You say slightly disappointed. “I can make it for you.” You hurried into the back, Jinyoung taking a seat at one of the tables closest to the counter.

As he waits for you to finish he watches you make the coffee while daydream about your features. How you hair falls in front of your face and you have to tuck your hair behind your ear. How you handle the drink with so much delicacy and care. He was so into watching you that he doesn’t even see that you placed the coffee in front of him and began cleaning up. “Oh...uhh...thank you.” He says. “Mmhmm.”

As you clean up he sits there tapping on the table looking around,that’s when he clears his throat. “I..uhh...didn’t just come for coffee.” He says rubbing the back of his neck. “I came to talk to you...” You were shocked to hear this. Why would he want to talk to you?

You turned around looking him in the eyes to see if was kidding but his face was serious. “What do you want to talk about?” “I-I want to get to know you.” He says blushing,looking away rubbing his neck again. “O-oh..uhh o-okay.”

After you finished cleaning you guys spend the rest of the night talking,getting to know each other and laughing having the time of your lives until the clock on the wall striked twelve o’clock.

“Oh shoot! I have to go!” Jinyoung said jumping up and grabbing his coat. You realized the time too,grabbing both cups and putting them in the sink after you hurried to the door. “It was nice talking to you Y/N. I had fun.” Jinyoung says. “Y-yeah it was.” You say blushing. “Bye.” He says. “Bye.” You say watching Jinyoung hurry,running down the street.

You locked up sighing to yourself as you looked at the ceiling smiling to yourself. For the next couple of days Jinyoung had been secretly coming to have late night coffee with you. It was risky for both of you guys but you two made it work. You meet the other members too and they loved you. They also helped keeping the secret and risky meet ups going. It was the day of the concert and you wished you could go but you know your family needed your help at the restaurant. Jinyoung asked you if you could come and when you told him no he was upset but he understood.

As the day went on you guys texted each other here and there but you always wanted to ask him why? Why you? There are other girls out there that are way above your league,but he chose to talk and get to know you? You wanted to ask,but you didn’t want it coming off wrong and him getting offended by it.

“Two minutes till show time.” Jinyoung heard staff yell. Jinyoung paced back and forth thinking about how he was going to confess to you. The two weeks that he had got to know you were amazing. You were the only person who didn’t see him as just an idol but as a human being as well.

Jinyoung needed to confess his love for you before leaving tomorrow. As Jinyoung was standing in the circle with his members before they went on stage he asked; “Guys I need your help before we leave tomorrow. I have to tell Y/N how I feel about her.” “What!? You didn’t do that already!?” Jackson whisper yelled earning a smack in the back of the head from JB. JB rolled his eyes looking at Jinyoung. “We’ll help you. We’re going to make sure you get your girl before it’s too late.” He heard a chorus of yeahs. “We will come up with the plan tonight.” JB said and everyone shook their head in agreement walking out on stage to perform.

As you were on your lunch break you saw videos and picture that fans were putting up at the concert,wishing you there. Sighing you pulled up cafe vlog videos to take your minds off things. After your lunch break and working the rest of the day,it was time to close up shop. You wanted to text Jinyoung if he was coming over tonight,but you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Closing up shop and cleaning off the tables and putting up the chairs.

Once upstairs you got ready to go to bed. You text jinyoung: “Goodnight. Have a safe flight to North Americ.” before placing your phone on your night stand and over rolling with light tears in your eyes,dozing off to sleep knowing you wouldn’t see Jinyoung for a while which broke your heart.

The next morning you woke up checking your phone to see if Jinyoung texted you back,but there was no text back. Sighing,you got up to get ready for work. Finally down stairs you began to clean up before opening with earphones in your ear blasting GOT7: Miracle. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. Pulling out your phone you see a text from Jinyoung: “Turn around”. Confused,you turn around seeing Jinyoung and the members standing there.

Jinyoung has flowers and a box of chocolates in his hands. You gasp in shock at what you’re seeing. You thought they would be gone by now. You run to open the door. You run into Jinyoung’s arms,him catching you. “W-w-what are you guys doing here?”

“Shouldn’t you be on your guys flight to North America?” “Yes but I had something important to tell you.” You look at Jinyoung confused. Jinyoung takes a deep breath before talking: “Y/N.....I know we’ve only known each other for two weeks but the last two weeks have been the best two weeks of my life. I know at first I was scared to get to know you but I’m glad I took the risk to have late night coffee meetings with you every night. You see me and treat me as more than just an idol and I appreciate it. I know I could have chosen any girl in the world...but I just don’t want any girl in the world...I want Y/N forever and always. So...what I’m trying to say is Y/N will you be my girlfriend.”

With tears in your eyes you nod your head ‘yes’. Jinyoung smiles hugging you,spinning you around while the members cheer in the background. “I love you Y/N.” He says wiping your tears away. “I love you too J-Jinyoung.” You say back. Jinyoung smiles leaning down to plant his lips on yours.

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Unbelievable

Warnings: some swearing and mentions of sex

Word count: 3000

Alex and I have a complicated relationship…we've known each other a long time. Our parents were friends when the Nylander's lived in DC, and because of that, we spent a lot of time together. After the Nylander's moved on from DC, we would see them a few times a year. Once Alex and I got older our relationship matured as well. We never dated because of the distance but whenever we got to see each other we had lots of fun together…

When I graduated high school, I moved to Chicago and attended Northwestern University. Alex and I kept in touch, when he played in Chicago we usually met up, and of course, over the summer we usually saw each other a few times. After graduation, I got a job and stayed in the city. I remember being at work and getting a call from Alex, which was kind of unusual. It was over the summer, and because I stayed in Chicago, we hadn't seen each other yet. I let the call go to voicemail and not a minute later I received a text from him,

hey, call me when you can.

That kind of text made me nervous coming from him, so I decided to text him back,

I'm at work, and I’ll call you when I get a break. Is everything okay?

I put my phone back down and went back to work while I waited for a response. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed and I picked it up to look at it.

Yes, just have some really exciting news XXX.

I rolled my eyes at his use of "kisses," most likely intentionally using three x's for its sexual meaning. Now he has me curious, but I tried my best to push him out of my mind so I could get work done undistracted.

Unfortunately, I didn't end up getting a chance to call Alex during the day, but when I got out, it was the first thing I did. It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hey, babe." He said picking up the phone.

"Hi, Alex. So what's your exciting news?" I asked impatiently.

"Ah, always so impatient…" He teased.

"Alex, seriously, it's been killing me all day."

He chuckled before finally telling me the news, "I got traded to the Blackhawks."

"Oh, shit! That's awesome!!" I said excitedly. Although, I'm not exactly sure why he's so excited to tell me. Alex's reputation with women is no secret, and I'm sure he'll continue when he moves to a new city.

"I'm moving there at the beginning of August, but I'm coming in a few days to see the city. I'd love to see you."

"Yeah, of course, work has been busy this week, but just let me know when you have some free time."

"I will. See you soon, babe."

"Bye, Alex." I said and hung up. I sighed as I put my phone in my pocket and continued my walk home.

~~~~~

August approached very quickly. Seeing Alex when he came to visit was nice, but I started wondering what it would mean for our relationship. Would we hang more? Would we hang out less? Would it be hard to see him with other girls? Don't get me wrong, I knew what our arrangement consisted of, I definitely hung out with other guys too, we just have never been in close proximity since we were kids. To make matters worse, or better I guess, he was living with a teammate whose apartment was a five minute walk from mine.

Alex reached out the day he got here. I went over and helped him unpack some stuff and then we went and got dinner. He came over a little bit after, but figured he should probably stay with his teammate his first night here.

We didn't see each other much during training camp because he was so busy, but once or twice a week he would make time to come over. As the season officially started, he was coming over a few times a week, but not usually the weekends because I only assumed he was taking girls home he met out the clubs. That was the thing about us, I was never invited out, never invited to team stuff, which was fine, we aren't dating, but we are friends. We go to dinner sometimes but usually we just order in and have sex.

This arrangement went on for a few months before some things started to change. When Alex had first gotten here we had talked about what our relationship was. He had decided we were just "having fun." I was fine with that, I liked having my options open and would be lying if I said I was ready for a relationship.

However, one night, in mid-November, Alex had texted me asking if he could come over. His phrasing was different from his usual 'hang tonight?', so I was a little worried about what he wanted. When he got to my place, he was acting a little awkward. It took a while for him to finally spit out what he wanted. We were eating at the time and I almost did a spit take in response to his question.

"So, um, I need a favor." He asked softly.

"What kind of favor?"

"I need a date to a team event."

This was where I did my spit take. "I'm sorry, what?"

He looked taken aback at my response. He was at a loss for words so I kept going. "For months, you keep me away from all of that stuff, and now you want me to go because you can't find another date?"

"Oh come on, Y/N. It's not like that…I just, please. I need a date. You have to come."

"No way, you're the one who labeled this as 'just fun'. I don't have to do anything."

"But we're friends too. Please, Y/N. I'd really appreciate it."

"Why do you need a date anyway? I'm sure people go solo."

"Yeah, but it looks better."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but you owe me."

He smiled big and gave me a big hug and kiss. We finished eating and moved to the living room to watch some TV.

I was lost in my thoughts, this is the kind of stuff that I really wanted to avoid. Even though I'm okay with how our relationship is now, I'm worried about treading into those waters because I feel like I already have underlying feelings that I have been able to push deep down and I'm worried they will start to come up. I was interrupted from my thoughts by Alex waving a hand in front of my face.

"Hey, spacey, you there?"

"Yeah, sorry," I said coming back to reality.

"I think I'm gonna head out, thanks for dinner."

"Alright, I'll see you later."

I'm glad he left, I really wasn't in the mood to do anything, especially with him.

~~~~~

A few weeks went by, I went to the event with Alex and it wasn't as bad as I thought. He introduced me to everyone as an old family friend. I decided I was okay with that because hopefully it would help suppress feelings. I mostly just stayed by Alex's side that night, making conversation with some of the WAGs when the opportunity arose. A few of them pressed about the status of our "friendship." But luckily I was able to convince them we truly were just friends, which is what we are.

One Saturday night, I went out with a few friends from work. Unfortunately, they picked a club that the Blackhawks frequent. I was hoping since they lost their game that night, they wouldn't go out, but I knew that was wishful thinking. I was 4 vodka sodas deep, trying forget the stressful week at work. I had met a guy at the bar that had been occupying my time on the dance floor. We had been making out on and off and when he let go of my lips for a brief second I looked over and saw Alex staring us down. He looked angry, and that made me mad. I knew the look in his eyes, he was going to come over and interrupt us. Just a few minutes later, we were making out again, and I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me away. Sure enough, it was Alex.

"What the hell, man?" The guy said to Alex.

Alex ignored him and continued pulling me away. He walked us to a quieter corner by the bathrooms.

"What the hell, Alex. What are you doing?"

"You don't need to be dancing with him like that." He said with a dark look in his eyes.

"Oh really, and why not?"

"You don't know him, and he was looking at you funny."

"So what if I don't know him? You go home with random girls all the time." I said before walking away, however, I was stopped once again, by Alex grabbing my arm and pulling me back to him.

"That's different, I just don't want you dancing with him."

"I can do whatever I want, Alex. We're not dating." I said trying to shrug my arm out of his grip, but it only tightened. "Let me go."

"No."

"Alex."

"Y/N."

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to not dance with that guy."

"Not gonna happen."

"Then I'm not gonna let go of your arm."

"You're being ridiculous."

Before he had time to retort, his teammate Kirby had come over.

"What's going on over here?"

We both looked over at him and I was able to get the first word in. "Nothing, I'm going home." I said finally being able to release myself from his grip. I stalked off to find my friends and tell them I was going home. I walked out front to wait outside for my Uber and I could feel the presence of the annoying blonde I had just escaped near me. I looked over to see him escorting a girl out the door and get into an Uber.

"Unbelievable," I muttered under my breath as I got into my Uber and went back to my apartment.

It had been a few days since our encounter in the club and I hadn't heard from him. I wasn't really surprised but I guess part of me was hoping he would reach out and apologize. That part of me never got the satisfaction because it took four weeks to finally hear from him.

A guy from work, Wyatt, asked me on a date, it went well. Although we were trying to take things slow, we were texting quite a bit and hanging out a lot, and I was starting too really like him. I was realizing that Alex had been holding me back in that department. When he was around, I wasn't allowing myself to explore relationships.

I'm not sure how Alex caught wind of my new friend, but I was sure to find out when he came banging on my door. It startled me, but when I looked through the peephole to see an upset Alex standing outside my door, I got angry.

I opened the door and he pushed right through me and started pacing around the apartment.

"What is your issue?" I asked.

"My issue? How come I have to find out you have a boyfriend through your friends?"

"Excuse me, what? 1. Why were you talking to my friends? 2. I don’t have a boyfriend, and 3. Why does it matter to you if I did? You haven't spoken to me in 4 weeks."

He didn't respond to me, instead got redder in the face when my phone dinged and he saw it was from Wyatt. My eyes widened when Alex grabbed my phone and started to unlock it. I went to grab it out of his hands but he stepped back and put it up higher in the air.

"Alex, give me phone back!"

He started down the hallway and I quickly followed, trying to grab for my phone. He picked up the pace and darted into my room. I tried to push on the door but he was too strong for me. The door latched and I heard the lock.

I started banging on the door, "Alex, stop! Open the door." I heard nothing so I kept banging. "Please, Alex. I really like him, don't mess this up for me."

A few seconds later, the door swung open and he handed my phone back with a triumphant look on his face.

My face fell when I saw the text that Alex has just sent to Wyatt. Hey, I'm so sorry but I can't keep talking to you, it’s just not the right time for me to start a relationship.

I looked up at Alex and couldn't stop a tear from falling.

"Why would you do that? You had no right to do that." I said with the tears starting to roll.

He looked guilty and at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would make you this upset."

"Get out," I said pointing at the door.

"Y/N, come on. I didn't think tha--"

"Stop. You don't get to barge in here, not after ignoring me for four weeks because of what you did at the club. You don't get to decide who I talk to, or hang out with. You made that very clear when you said we were just having fun, and you only reach out when you want to have sex."

He looked at me with sad eyes, wheels turning in his head as he's trying to figure out what to say. He opened and closed him mouth a few times before speaking up, "I'm sorry, y/n/n, I, I just, I guess, I don't know what to say."

"And yet you're still here." I looked between him and the door and after what seemed like hours, he nodded and walked towards the door. He turned the handle and paused looking back at me. I looked away and he walked out the door. The tears streamed down my face as I watched the door close. I went to my bedroom and cried myself to sleep.

Alex tried reaching out a few times in the week after that but I didn't respond to him. I had smoothed things over with Wyatt at work but figured maybe it wasn't a good time to explore a new relationship with all of this Alex garbage going on.

About two weeks after our fight, I heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Alex with take out in hand. I contemplated whether or not I was going to open the door.

"I see your shadow…" he called out. I sighed and opened the door.

"What?"

"Will you please talk to me, I brought Chinese," he said holding up the bags of food.

I stepped aside and let him walk by me. He walked to the kitchen and put the bags down and grabbed plates from the cabinet. He fixed us both a plate and brought them to the counter where we sat down and ate in silence. Once we were both finished he took our plates and put them in the sink. He came back over and sat down. We sat in silence for a little bit longer before he spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am. I shouldn't have come over here and done that. Not after how I have been treating you. You're right, I had no right to do that." He paused to look at me, I looked down to my lap because I didn't know what to say, so he kept going. "I don't want you to be with other guys, it's selfish, I know. But I can't stand the thought of someone else getting to spend time with you. I never have been able to, that's why I kept you so separate. I didn't want to have to see or hear about you with other guys. I'm realizing now that that was unfair to you."

At this point, tears were rolling and I couldn't stop them. He has stopped what he was saying and wiped away some of tears. I didn't protest but I also wasn't sure what to think of all this. I think he sensed my hesitation and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. We stayed like that for a few minutes. "I'm not letting you go and we both know you don't want me to either."

I relaxed in his arms after he said that. He was rubbing circles in my back.

We had stayed like that for a while before I pulled away and wiped my face

"So, what does this all mean?" I asked.

"I guess we need to figure that out. I want you in my life, y/n/n. I can't imagine my life without. I truly am sorry that I have treated you so poorly. I want to make things right and I want this to work."

"What do you mean, you want this to work? You want what to work?"

"Us, I want you to be mine and I will be yours. I'm realizing it's what I have wanted for a long time, I'm just sorry it's taken me being a dick to realize…"

I looked into his eyes and could tell he meant everything that he was saying.

"So, what do you say? Can we do this?" he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

I smiled, "yeah, let's do this."

He smiled and wrapped me in a hug. We went to bed and just cuddled up with each other. I could hear his soft snores as drifted off to sleep, I smiled knowing I'd wake up and he'd be there, and we were finally happy together.

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