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ad1thi · 4 years

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If your still doing fic recs, could u rec any soft stevetony ones?

absolutely!! this got pretty long so ive hidden most of it under a read-more so i don’t annoy people. a couple of authors feature more than once. ive tried to avoid that as much as possible, but if an author features more than once - take that as a sign that they have rly good stuff for soft stevetony

disclaimer: don’t forget to leave kudos and comments for every author!! (a disclaimer i regrettably forgot to add to previous fic rec lists but will be adding from now on)

soda pops: @starklysteve

If anybody asks, Steve would smile and say it was very romantic. Very Tony. Because if he went into any further detail, nobody would quite believe him.

Tony, on the other hand, would laugh and say that Steve’s in love with a man in a can. So, really, it wasn’t outside the natural progression of things.

me voy pa’l pueblo: @firebrands

two times steve walks away, and one time that tony walks with him.

/ or, my very fluffy take on my bingo card prompt "farewells." steve is on vacation when he meets tony.

fill for my stony bingo prompt: farewells; also for bookworminaslump on tumblr who asked for a tourist/knowledgeable local au!

Tumblr Ficlets: @omg-just-peachy (this is 115 chapters of stevetony being soft!!)

A collection of enough tooth-rotting fluff to last a year, all in one place.

tender offerings: @omg-just-peachy

Five times Steve carried Tony to bed.

the best thing (is that it’s happening to you and me): @captainstarkreportingforduty

Or, five times the team saw Steve Rogers and Tony Stark in love.

Sweet On You: @miniblackraven

It’s the 1940’s and Tony is working as a Donut Doll for the Red Cross. His job is to go around to various military bases and offer comfort food and conversation to homesick soldiers. He’s come to expect a lot of things in this job, but he doesn’t expect to fall in love with Captain America, the hottest most awkward soldier Tony has ever met.

Bespectacled Avengers Society (Membership of One): @baffledkingcomposinghallelujah

Tony gets glasses. Glasses get a Tony. Steve loses his mind and walks into walls.

a flower crown for your love: @anthonyed

"There, there," Pepper cooed. "Tony likes flowers?" she said with a shred of doubt in her tone. But when Steve peered up, she's smiling her bright toothy smile. He squinted and she sighed, dropping her hand from his shoulder. "He does." she insisted. "Even more so than me."

if this was a movie: @omg-just-peachy

“One of our seniors is being generous with his time this year—by force of his own actions, but generous none the less—and he’d be happy to help you, I’m sure. Tony Stark? I’ll set something up for later this week. I think between the two of you you’ll be able to pull your average up enough to make it through to playoffs,” Coulson said, with that ever-hopeful lilt in his voice.

Or, Steve needs a calculus tutor, Tony is available, but how is Steve ever supposed to focus when he's been in love with Tony for ... his entire school life?

you take me higher than the rest (everybody else is second best): @firebrands

tumblr fill for adi & anthonydarling, who asked for "'Prank' war, but the kind to see who can make the other blush the most in public" from this prompt list

amore mio: @brucewaynery

Tony has had it with Steve being dumb and reckless out in the field, he has a family to think about now, Steve promises him that he'll be with him, kingdom come.

(initially based on that one headcanon about Italian Tony yelling and gesticulating at Steve but Peter thinks he's doing some weird dance and tries to copy him, but it got very fluffy very quickly)

Lost My Mind in a Coffee Shop: @betheflame

“Boyo,” Bucky muttered to his best friend. “I swear to God that if you don’t ask that man for his number soon, I will create a Grindr profile for you and you will not like it.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I am here to finish grading, not hit on men.”

“Can you not do both?” Natasha smirked. “Nearly tenured, historical genius, feels like something you should be able to multitask.”

&&&

In which Steve is a history professor and Tony's an engineering one and Bucky owns the joint where they have their meet cute.

AU-gust Chapter 7: @iam93percentstardust

stevetony, childhood friends AU

Right Up The Road: @gottalovev

The day at the senate committee in Washington DC wasn't supposed to end with Tony and Steve transformed into animals by a baby witch. That said, the 350 miles trek back to the compound to get help promises to be quite an adventure too!

(or the adventures of Cat!Tony and Wolf!Steve - and how to readjust when you're back to human!)

i’ll take care of you: @elcorhamletlive

“Hi.”

Steve blinks. The sound of loud thunder roars outside, but he doesn’t jolt, too focused on the image in front of him to be startled by the noise.

He has no idea what to say, and he isn’t sure if the shock is because of Tony’s absolutely sodden state – his hair glued to his forehead, his clothes dripping with water, forming a small puddle in front of Steve’s door – or because he wasn’t expecting to see Tony for at least three more days.

“Hi?” he says, a little tentative, before his brain catches up to reality. In his defense, he was getting ready to sleep when Tony knocked. He looks at what Tony is holding – a wet mess that seems to have been a flower bouquet at some point. “What are you doing here?”

The Tally System: @betheflame

Everyone on the team knew about the tally system.

Whenever Steve would save Tony - whether from a monster or from his own stupidity - he’d say, “tag”. Whenever Tony do the same, he’d say, “your turn”. Thor thought it was adorable, Clint thought it was ridiculous, Bruce refused to register an opinion.

Natasha thought it was something she could work with.

what’s mine is yours: @robertdowneyjjr

5 times Tony stole Steve’s clothes, and 1 time Steve returned the favor.

For a billionaire, Tony Stark really doesn't pay for a lot of what he wears.

I like Shiny Things But I’d Marry You With Paper Rings: @betheflame

Rhodey: I just confirmed with Sam that he’s going to make sure he cooks tonight and that his entire team is briefed. I’m heading over now to strategically arrange a fuck ton of ficus trees to block them from gen pop.

Pepper: They’re not getting engaged in a prison, Jimmy.

Rhodey: Tony Stark and Steve Rogers show up to Circe on a Saturday night in May and you watch every person in that restaurant turn into someone I’d rather arrest than eat with.

****

In which Tony and Steve get engaged, but they're kind of extra about it, because they are always themselves

the road to the stars: @shell-heads

Tony is seven years old when he sees the ballet for the first time and meets his future pas de deux partner.

His father is invited to sweet-talk politicians into a new weapons deal and explain his latest idea for their program, and his mom goes to catch up with old friends she hasn't seen in years, but Tony goes because his mom had smiled down at him and told him he would love it.

His mom's never wrong.

In which boy genius Tony Stark meets girl wonder Natasha Romanoff at the ballet, and they fit their broken little pieces together to make something beautiful on the dance floor.

Steve? He's just a dumb, awful, chaotic, extremely supportive older brother that really should just shut up and admit he likes Tony a lot more than he pretends, because Natasha only has five people in the world she likes; it only makes sense her two favorites would fall in love with one another.

They always were a little slow, though.

A Second Chance To Take it Slow: @omg-just-peachy

Tony loves his adopted son, Peter, but that doesn't stop him from wishing he had someone to do this whole parenting thing with. After a failed one night stand, Tony's parent-teacher conference with Mr. Rogers comes with quite the surprise.

Wake Up!: @randomstufffromotherblogs

Tony came home from a business trip and is woken up by his husband and their three-year old.

pull me closer to love: @captainstakreportingforduty (part of a series)

“A Mother’s Day card? For... Tony?” Steve clarifies, and can’t help the smile on his face as six familiar little heads nod in response.

“But... guys, Tony’s not—“ he pauses and takes a breath, any explanation dying in his throat against the excited gleam in everyone’s eyes. “Why do you guys want to do that, hmm?"

compromises: @robertpattisons (when i looked up OP on tumblr, this is the blog i was directed to - but i sincerely apologise if ive gotten it wrong)

Steve should have expected it, he really should have.

There were regulations that came with dating Tony Stark. Things that were clear and things that they needed to work through.

Things like how Steve always got strawberry ice cream, while Tony got rocky road. Or when Steve needed to get his homework done before he was down to make out - even though Tony always got his way.

Things like that were clear

all that you are is all that i’ll ever need: @natasharxmanov

Tony Stark and Steve Rogers announced their engagement on Good Morning America through Tony Stark’s previous secretary now CEO, Pepper Potts. And over this past weekend, I got the chance to sit down with them both, to visit their home and attend their gala, all to write this article about the most powerful couple in the world.

(Or, the fic in which Tony and Steve get married.)

(i won’t ever) trade my mistakes: @brucewaynery

Toddler Peter, painting a masterpiece with his dad.

aka: a dumb amount of family fluff to help you power through the week

#adi's rec list #stevetony #superhusbands #steve rogers/tony stark #steve rogers x tony stark #steve x tony #i did this instead of my exam #so i rly hope you enjoy it anon!!#there's a healthy amount of superfamily thrown in here #so apologies if that isn't your thing #anon ask #adi answers asks

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noona-clock · 4 years

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The Doctor - Part 2

Genre: Doctor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk (iKON) x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,392

Even though Claire had been insistent that you needed to call Dr. Kim the day after your visit, her fever had all but vanished by the time she woke up that morning, so you had refused -- on principle!

You hadn’t admitted that you didn’t want to call him because you weren’t interested because... that wasn’t true.

Of course, you were interested! But, like, on the most surface level. You barely knew him; you knew he was cute and smart (he had to be in order to get through all that medical school, right?) and good with kids, so yes, all of that certainly piqued your interest.

But Claire had brought up dates, and she’d even mentioned a wedding at one point -- you obviously were not that level of interested.

(Yet?)

Her doctor’s note had excused her from school for the rest of the week, though, and since your job allowed you to work from home anyway, you were kind of stuck with her for a few days. And, let me tell you, she wasn’t keen on letting up on the subject of Dr. Kim. Like, at all.

By the time Saturday arrived, you were more than ready to drive her to your parents’ house for her weekly Grandma & Grandpa Time visit. They were apt to spoil her more than you liked, but today, you didn’t care if she had an ice cream sundae for every meal and watched movies literally all day long.

As long as you didn’t have to dodge her questions and comments about Dr. Kim any longer!

Since Claire was with your parents just about every Saturday, you took the opportunity to go grocery shopping. Before you drove her over to their house, you had her write down her requests on your list. You tried to fulfill as many as you could (within reason), and you’d found this process was so much easier than taking her with you. Kids in the grocery store tended to be bored half the time and whining for unhealthy snacks the other half.

Claire, of course, still requested a lot of unhealthy snacks... but you couldn’t deny that you liked them, too. In fact, you were currently standing in front of the pudding selection, deciding if you should get chocolate or butterscotch.

You tapped your finger against your chin, your eyes darting between the two flavors, and just as you were about to reach for the chocolate (because, who are we kidding? Chocolate always wins) you heard a voice nearby say your name.

The sudden greeting made you jump a little, and when you turned around, you saw a slightly amused and slightly embarrassed...

Dr. Kim.

Of course.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Oh, no, it’s -- it’s fine,” you assured him with a faint smile. “I guess I was too immersed in pudding.”

And then you remembered he was a pediatrician. His job revolved around the health and well-being of children. And -- not that you’d really noticed -- Dr. Kim was incredibly fit himself. You doubted he spent this much time trying to decide what flavor of pudding to get.

“But Claire always eats her vegetables, I promise,” you added, only half-joking.

“I trust you,” he replied with a smirk. And then his expression became a bit more worried. “How is she feeling?”

“Oh, she’s much better,” you grinned. “Her fever was down the next day, and she wasn’t sneezing or coughing at all this morning.”

Dr. Kim leaned against his cart handle, his mouth curving into a smile that truly melted your heart. “Good, I’m glad to hear it.”

“Thank you so much, Dr. Kim, really. I appreciate everything -- especially you not making me feel neurotic for taking her in at the drop of a hat,” you told him with a gentle though slightly abashed chuckle.

“Of course, I would never judge a parent for that. Or anything, really,” he told you, his forehead wrinkling slightly. “But please -- call me Donghyuk.”

“Sorry,” you laughed bashfully, shaking your head a little. “Force of habit.”

Donghyuk nodded, letting out a breathless chuckle. “There’s really no need to thank me, though. I love my job, it’s a pleasure to help when I can.”

Okay, well, speaking of his job... You were curious enough about it to come right out and ask, even though you really didn’t know him that well.

“May I ask... what made you move here?” you inquired, hoping you sounded more curious than accusatory. Because you were!

Donghyuk lifted one shoulder in a shrug and replied, “I just wanted a change, and there was an opening at this office.”

“You didn’t know someone who lived here?”

He shook his head, and the expression on his (handsome) face made it obvious he didn’t think it was a big deal.

It certainly was to you, though. As someone who craved familiarity, especially when it comes to your surroundings, you couldn’t imagine having the courage to just up and move to an entirely new town where you knew nobody.

“I was just curious,” you assured him. “This is the type of town people don’t really just decide to move to unless they know someone here already. I’m glad you came, obviously. I’m actually very impressed.”

It was clear that Donghyuk was amused by your rambling, so you shook your head quickly with a self-deprecating grin on your lips.

“Anyway,” you sighed. “Have you had a chance to get to know the town at all?”

To your slight surprise, a bit of a bashful smile appeared on Donghyuk’s mouth, and he let out a soft chuckle. “Uh, no, actually... I went to Jimmy’s that one night I almost ran into you, but... that’s kind of it. When I haven’t been working, I’ve just been at home reading... studying medical books.”

He probably expected you to think that was incredibly lame... but you didn’t. Not at all. A studious man who took his profession seriously -- and a very noble profession at that? What could be more attractive?

...So, you went for it.

“If... if you’d like, Claire and I could show you around,” you offered, trying to ignore the growing butterflies in your stomach. “I’ve lived here since I was little, and Claire has been with me for almost two years, so we know all the good places.”

Donghyuk stood up straight, his bashful smile growing into a very pleased, excited one -- and you really weren’t sure if you’d ever seen such a cute, adorable, attractive, magnetic smile in your life?

“Yeah?” he replied. “I would love that.”

You returned his smile with one of your own, and then Donghyuk held his arm out to allow you to head down the aisle first. You began to push your cart, and when he pushed his up right next to yours, you had to admit that you were not upset about having your solo grocery store trip intruded upon.

The two of you ended up going through the rest of the store together, talking and joking about this and that -- nothing too serious, but it was truly one of the most pleasant conversations you’d had in a long time.

Before you both got in line to check-out, you exchanged phone numbers so you could arrange your town tour sometime soon. You assured Donghyuk you would go by his schedule, and all he had to do was let you know when he was free.

You tried to put the idea of driving around town with Dr. Kim -- Donghyuk -- in the back of your mind because it really wasn’t anything to be anxious about. It’s not like it was a date or anything!

But you still knew that telling Claire was not going to be fun. Because she would think it was a date.

Luckily, after getting home from the store and putting all of your groceries away, you still had a few hours before you went to your parents’ house to pick her up. More than enough time to think about how you were going to phrase it as well as how you would react to her reaction.

So, you drew up a hot, aromatic, bubbly bath, lit a few candles, and turned on your favorite Jazz music. The perfect atmosphere for thinking. And since you weren’t picking up Claire until after dinner, you had plenty of time to do just that.

Usually, when you picked up Claire after her weekly Grandma & Grandpa Time visit, she had something she’d crafted to show you. Sometimes it was a piece of art she did with Grandma, sometimes it was something she’d built with Grandpa; this week, it was a piece of art.

“Look at my necklace!” Claire cried as soon as you walked in the front door of your parents’ house. She barreled down the hall towards you, holding a string filled with beads and charms.

She had already made a bracelet and earrings, so now her jewelry set was complete -- a very important thing for a seven-year-old.

“Oh, look at that!” you grinned as she reached you. You gingerly scooped the necklace into your palm, admiring the pattern she’d made. “It’s beautiful.”

“Can I wear it to school on Monday?!”

“You just have to be very --”

“I will, I’ll be careful, I promise!”

Your grin widened, and then you leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Yes, of course, you can.”

Claire squealed with delight before you sent her back down the hall to go say good-bye to her grandparents.

And... to be honest, you wouldn’t mind if the good-bye took a little while.

Because, even though you were pretty sure you’d figured out a good way to tell her, you still weren’t looking forward to it.

But, sadly, she was able to manage it quickly enough, and in less than ten minutes, the two of you were in your car on the way home.

“What else did you do with Grandma and Grandpa?” you asked, glancing in your rearview mirror to see she was still admiring her necklace.

“We went out for pizza, and then Grandpa made his meatloaf for dinner,” Claire told you. “Y’know, a lot of the kids in my class talk about meatloaf like it’s really bad, but they’ve never had Grandpa’s meatloaf. It’s the most delicious meatloaf in the world.”

“What, better than mine?” you inquired with a chuckle.

“Sorry, but yes.”

You weren’t sure how that was possible because you used your Dad’s recipe, but maybe it was the fact you weren’t your Dad which made the taste not quite as favorable to your daughter.

The night after you’d introduced Claire to your parents, just a couple of months after you had begun fostering her, you’d found her crying in her bed. After a bit of coaxing, she had admitted that she had always wanted a Grandpa -- not a Dad, not a Grandma, but a Grandpa. She had told you about a movie she’d used to watch at one of her old foster placements -- you’d heard from her social worker that the couple had ended up being one who obviously only did foster care for the extra money. Claire had spent a lot of time by herself, and she had found an old VHS called Grandpa’s Magical Toys. She had watched it so many times, and it had become her dream to have a Grandpa. Not even one with magical toys or one who would sing funny songs to her -- just a Grandpa, plain and simple.

You had already known by then you wanted to adopt her, but seeing her crying about having a Grandpa had been the final brick of your decision house.

Needless to say, after you’d told your Dad, he had treated Claire extra specially, and now the two were most definitely the cutest, sweetest pair you’d ever known. She loved and admired him so much that even his meatloaf tasted better than yours.

Claire continued to admire her necklace as you made your way back to your own house, and it wasn’t until you were pulling into the your driveway that she asked about your trip to the grocery store.

“Did you buy anything from my list?” she asked, very obviously trying to hold back how desperately she wanted to hear your answer.

“I did,” you nodded. “I got you strawberry Pop-Tarts, chocolate pudding, and... tater tots.”

Claire cheered with delight, and a wide grin split your lips. Even though she knew you would always get tater tots whenever she requested them (because who doesn’t love tater tots?!), she was still incredibly thrilled when you did.

“Oh, by the way,” you began as you rolled the car to a stop and put it in park. “I saw Dr. Kim at the store. He asked to make sure you were feeling better.”

“Is that all he asked?”

“Claire, please!” you laughed. “Although... I did tell him that we would show him around since he’s new here and doesn’t really know anybody yet.”

You prepared for Claire to squeal or something, so she surprised you by letting out a soft, dreamy sigh and saying, “I guess it was destiny that I got sick.”

Your brow furrowed immediately, and you turned around in your seat to look back at her. “...What are you talking about? You’re seven, what do you know about destiny?”

“If I hadn’t gotten sick, you wouldn’t have taken me to the doctor, and you wouldn’t have met Dr. Kim! And you wouldn’t be going on a date with him!”

“Okay, wait just a minute!” you sputtered. “It’s not a date! I said we are showing him around town -- as in me and you. Have you ever heard of someone’s child going on a date with them?”

Claire simply shrugged. “It could happen.”

“Besides, he’s a very busy man. I highly doubt he has time to... go on dates.”

“If you say so...”

“Enough -- go on inside and get ready for bed, Missy,” you ordered, trying not to both laugh and blush.

Claire let out a very weary sigh and mumbled, “Okay, okay, I’m going.”

But you knew you hadn’t heard the last of it. Not even close.

Part 3

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avengerofyourheart · 6 years

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Flour Girl {9} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky (Jimmy), Wanda, Clint.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Ummmm. So, yeah. :) I know, there’s been so much anticipation leading up to this part!! Just know that there’s a lot more story coming and trust me, it’ll all work out. I’m actually still on vacation as you read this so I can’t wait to get home tomorrow to read all your reactions!! I love you all. As always, any feedback is adored and appreciated!! <3

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The afternoon went by in a blur as you tried your best to work quickly and efficiently until your date. The lunch rush came and went, followed by a short lull in customers so during that time, you baked extra back-up for Wanda to fill the pastry case with while you were gone. Another short rush came so you went up front to help. As 3pm neared, Wanda basically shoved you out the door so you could get ready and head over to the cafe.

You didn’t have time to fully shower and do your hair, but you cleaned up as best you could and made sure there wasn’t any flour or cake batter visible. Slipping on your favorite Beatles shirt, you paired it with a comfortable but flattering pair of jeans and cute shoes you could walk in. Putting on makeup for the first time in a while, you liked the way it accented your features and made you feel more dressed up than you were. With one more primp of your hair, you grabbed a jacket and headed down the stairs onto the sidewalk.

As you walked past the bakery, Wanda waved and gave you a thumbs up, which you returned. You arrived at the Hawk’s Nest with 10 minutes to spare, so you looked around to carefully select a table.

“Welcome to the Hawk’s Nest, can I help you?”

Whirling to face the familiar voice you laughed. “Clint, it’s me.”

The blond’s eyes widened. “Y/N? Wow, you look great! I mean…you look different.”

You just shrugged with a smile. “You mean I’m actually wearing something without flour on it and put makeup on for once?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Well, it’s a good look. What brings you here in the afternoon?” Clint asked, walking around the counter to clear one of the tables covered in coffee mugs.

“Actually,” you said nervously, “I’m meeting someone. Sort of a…blind date?”

Clint offered an encouraging smile as he stepped closer. “That’s great, Y/N! You work too hard. I hope it works out for you,” he said with a friendly squeeze of your arm.

“Thanks, Clint,” you smiled shyly and headed for a table.

You sat at a table for two with your chair facing the door. Checking the clock again, it was eight minutes until 4pm. Fidgeting nervously, you pulled your jacket open so your shirt was visible, but then decided to take the jacket off entirely and placed it on the back of your chair. You straightened the sugar packets in their small container on the table and brushed away any crumbs visible. A voice nearby spoke then, making you jump.

“Hey, Y/N,” Clint began, noticing your jumpy behavior. “Whoa, sorry. I guess you don’t need this coffee, since you seem pretty alert already, but here’s your usual. It’s on the house.” He placed the coffee drink on the table with a wink and then walked away.

“Thank you,” you called out after him.

You had considered ordering a drink while you waited, but then you’d have to get another one when B arrived. Right? Wasn’t that the proper protocol? You weren’t even sure anymore. Regardless, you blew on the mug of coffee lightly and took a sip of the comforting elixir. Five minutes until 4pm.

Each time the bell above the door chimed, your eyes flew to whoever was entering. There were all sorts of people: an elderly couple with arms linked, a girl with her nose buried in a book, and three young teenagers who laughed and joke around as they ordered. There was a close call when an attractive man entered, but his girlfriend, you assumed, entered a moment later.

Your fingers tapped on the table as the minute hand on the clock ticked closer to vertical. You held your breath as it struck 4pm and your eyes were trained on the door for what felt like eons. A minute passed. Then two. Digging out your phone, you checked the time to make sure the clock was correct, and it was. Sipping your coffee, you jiggled your leg under the table to vent some of your nervous energy.

Five minutes late, but you figured he just might not be a very punctual person. Taking your last sip of coffee, suddenly you had nothing else to occupy your hands or your attention. At ten minutes past 4pm, you pulled out your phone to check for a text you might have missed, but there was nothing. So, you decided to send a message of your own, just in case.

FG: Still planning on the Hawk’s Nest, right? Didn’t break your phone already, did you? ;)

You hit send, hoping your text sounded light-hearted and not like nagging. Watching the text send and then be marked as “delivered”, you now knew it wasn’t the fault of his phone. Where was he? Your mind began to run wild then, envisioning scenarios where possibly he was hurt somewhere or held captive. Maybe he was stuck on a subway train or in traffic. What if he just decided not to come and it was all a ruse? What if, what if, what if?

B was now 20 minutes late with no messages on your phone. Feeling the disappointment settle in your heart, you thought about leaving right then. Perhaps he wasn’t the person you thought he was. Or maybe it had all been a facade. Maybe you got “catfished”, or whatever the term was, and he wasn’t a young man in his 20’s but an old man. Or a woman. Who knows?

Just as you were reaching behind you for your jacket, the door jangled and your heart leapt in your chest. Eyes flying to the door, you held on to hope until….you saw him. Jimmy. Unbelievable. Hoping he hadn’t noticed your presence, you hunched down over the table and put up a hand, shielding your face. Maybe he would just order and go away without you having to speak to him at all, you prayed.

You heard him greet Clint and then the sound of footsteps drawing closer filled your ears. No. Please, no.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Jimmy asked from where he stood beside your table.

Begrudgingly dropping your hand, you finally looked up to reply. “Jimmy. What are you doing here?” you asked coldly.

This was not the time. You couldn’t deal with him in your current state. He looked perfect as always in black jeans and a zipped up hoodie with his hair expertly quaffed. Obviously he had cleaned up since you saw him earlier because there wasn’t a hint of hat hair on that head. Why did his very presence mock you somehow?

He shrugged. “I was in the neighborhood. Listen, I—“

Suddenly, you slid you chair back with a scrape of the wood and got to your feet. “Not now, Jimmy,” you said in a clipped voice as you slipped on your jacket and took a step toward the door.

Jimmy gripped your arm lightly. “Hey, wait, I—“

“No!” you exclaimed, a little too loudly as you shook off his hand. “Can’t I have one moment’s peace? One day where I don’t have to feel your little jabs and criticisms about how I’ll never make it in the business world? About how I’m doomed to fail? I’ve wanted this my entire life and I’ve worked too hard for too long and sacrificed too much for you to try to take it away from me,” you snarled angrily within inches of his face.

Jimmy seemed speechless but he couldn’t have stopped your rant, anyway. There was a pent up fury that was suddenly being unleashed from inside you.

“I haven’t had an actual day off since I opened the bakery. Why? Because it is mine. All mine, I’m not riding on my daddy’s coattails. I have built this business with my bare hands and I won’t let you or anyone take that away from me. I’ll wake up at 4am and bake until my lungs are white with flour, I’ll plunge toilets in the middle of the night when tenants call, I’ll scrub floors and do dishes until my hands crack and bleed. Because that’s what it takes. I want this more than anything and you have no right to criticize because you know nothing about my life or my business,” you finished, finally taking a breath and standing up straight with conviction.

The brunet’s mouth had gaped open sometime during your unleashing of words and he still had yet to recover.

Straightening your jacket, you began to feel the anger drain from you, leaving behind the heartbreak and sadness of being stood up. Refusing to fall apart in front of this man, you squared your shoulders and looked him in the eye.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a business to run,” you declared, storming out of the cafe and down the sidewalk before the tears began to fall.

Wanda was surprised to see you returning so early, but when she saw the look on your face, she knew. She excused herself from the one customer at the counter and followed you back into the kitchen where she wrapped her arms around you without a word. You clung to her and cried for a few minutes until you finally pulled yourself together. Wiping your tears and blowing your nose, you gave Wanda the short account of what happened. He never came.

She asked a few questions, but there were customers to attend to and it was still a little too raw to speak of, so you said you’d tell her later and asked her to get back to work. There was no time for you to fall apart. Making yourself presentable, you passed through the bakery once again and headed upstairs to change. Looking down at the crumpled Beatles shirt on your floor, your heart squeezed. How could you have gotten it so wrong? Had you misread all the signs?

You went back to the kitchen and focused on what you did best: baking. Blasting music and singing along, you did your best to distract yourself. As the night ended and you closed the bakery with Wanda, you finally offered more details about what happened, including your encounter with Jimmy. She was impressed by your outburst and only wished she could have seen the look on his face. It was a pretty spectacular face, you admitted with a small smile.

As you were about to lock to door, you finally voiced the worry that had been rattling around in your brain.

“What if he showed up, took one look at me…and left?” you asked with eyes downcast.

“No,” the long-haired brunette assured you instantly. “Whatever his deal is, it has nothing to do with you. If he’s everything you had told me, then there has to be a logical explanation for him not showing up. You are amazing and beautiful and a badass baking boss who deserves someone who will not be intimidated by that. And if it’s not this B guy, then forget him,” Wanda said sternly as she pulled you into yet another hug.

You let out a watery smile and thanked her before watching her walk to the subway station and then climbing the steps up to your own home. Getting ready for bed, you slipped out of your pants and plucked your phone from the pocket. You hadn’t been able to bring yourself to check for messages as you worked, mostly assuming there wouldn’t be any.

Tossing the device on your bed, you washed your face, dressed, and crawled under the covers. Only when you plugged in your phone to charge did you see the screen illuminate, showing a text message waiting for you. With shaking fingers, you opened it.

B: I’m sorry. There are no words that could possibly express how sorry I am. I wanted to be there so badly. I have no excuse. Someday, I hope that I can explain but right now….I can’t. I won’t expect you to forgive me and if you never wish to text me again, I’ll understand. But just in case you do…I’m still here.

Feeling tears threaten, you locked your phone and set it aside. A small sob escaped as you curled around your pillow, wishing and praying for a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Ahhh!! I know, I know, I’m sorry!!! It absolutely broke my heart to write this part, but this is the way it had to go. This is far from the end, though, so I hope you’ll trust me to make it right. Some of you will say that she should have let him speak because yes, maybe he would have told her the truth, but I really think what it comes down to is...she wasn't ready to hear it. That screaming rant at Jimmy feels a little cathartic, though, right?? He deserves it, for sure. Now we get to see if what’s been broken will be able to come back together again. I adore you all and again, I’m sorry for the heartbreak. It’ll all be okay, I promise. :) I’m still on vacation as you read this so I’ll reply when I’m home! Please let me know your thoughts, I live for your comments and feedback!! Thank you. <3

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floralege · 5 years

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all the ships !

who’s more likely to find who wearing their clothes?: i feel like brigitte has a blast putting pru in designer clothing, considering that’s how they met. bonus is catching bee in pru’s band t-shirts. fern has made a lifestyle of stealing liam’s zeppelin shirts. also just thought of rome in a suit and had a heart palpitation

who enunciates hand holding?: this is mick and daisy, who are probably met with playful disgust. shut up, we’re gonna hold hands.

who likes having their hair washed by who?: jules n bella take dramatically long baths together, romy loves washing molly’s hair, fred probably plays with cameron’s hair and it makes her soft inside

who likes to slow dance?: this screams scully n mulder, and mulder may initiate but scully digs it. catch fourteen year old mick asking brigitte to dance while delphine says that’s never gonna happen. oh ho HO how time flies. we all know gid’s got a romantic hard on for rome, so slow dancing under the full moon is a big must.

muse that’s more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?: liam falls asleep all over fern while she’s on the phone with record execs, jesse literally thinks of jane as his personal pillow, jules and bella take turns sleeping on each other and make a big show of it

muse that does all the cuddling in a blanket fort?: i could not tell you a single ship that would have a blanket fort??? maybe sadie and jimmy when they’re super drunk??

who hogs most of the covers at night?: your answer was pretty apt so i’m sticking with that

muse who nuzzles the others shoulder to get them to give them a head rub?: sadie definitely, also jesse. daisy just does it instinctively for dom

how do they share a desert? two forks or one?: cameron and freddie share one fork and stuff each other’s faces, it’s adorable and we hate them. pru and bee start with two forks on opposite sides of the booth, til pru slinks over and they become giggling messes.

who gets jealous more easily?: gideon was never too jealous before rome had james, and now he’s like, pathetic. also very annoyed that she never displays her jealousy. liam, we know this. mick gets a little :/ but also knows he’s literally not even really dating delphine so he gets over himself pretty quickly. sadie doesn’t get jeaaaalous exactly, but she also likes to pull the ‘he’s already got a friend’ card so

who gets angered more easily?: gideon, liam, sadie, pru, scully is half mulder’s size and will fight anyone who looks at him wrong.

who gets the most shoulder rubs?: this one is longer than expected and also you got the right answer already so, cecile probably bc she is an angel

what are there arguments/fights like? how often do they fight?: early liam/fern fights were built on jealousy n drugs and somehow always ended in sex unless liam felt like being withholding. tbh pru and delphine are soulmates but at some point pru will take pity on her brother and need to have a talk with delph like ‘so whats really gonna happen bc i’m starting to feel bad’ somehow! molly and romy are so cute yet somehow always have fights that hurt like hell

who is more likely to throw things in fights?: bella, fern, gideon is like the 18th century version of that post where the girl framed the guy’s punch in the wall

how do they make it up to each other/apologize after an argument? probably just sex all around. also expensive jewelry from grady.

do they have nicknames for each other?: pru, bee, stills, fernie, molls, drunk sadie says ‘jimothy’ a lot, ivor was a big fan of saying ‘miss cece’ no matter what. obvs scully and mulder, but that’s too easy. when they’re sneaking around, dom and daisy probably had code names, and they were probably bad. they’re so anglo.

caring for each other while ill, how does the other muse go about it?: brigitte probably gives pru the full pamper treatment, so pru pretends to be sick a few days longer than she actually has. munchhausen by caldwell

who’s more likely to be patching the others wound?: fern has tended to many of liam’s bloodied knuckles over the years, ivor boxes now and then so he probably came into work very sore n bruised up and cecile took care of him.

muse that says ‘I told you so’, after they come home from the beach and other muse is burnt to a crisp while whining how bad it hurts for not listening and putting on sunblock after the other muse repeatedly told them they’d get burnt?: well i read this in jane’s voice so very clearly jesse/jane content right there!

your otp has a newborn baby, who gets up in the middle of the night when he/she cries?: freddie and cameron were both so excited when henry was born that they probs both jumped at the chance to do it bc they live in some little rose-colored world. daisy and dom have already Done That Shit and would cringe at the thought… also imagine them having some late in life baby after all that shit went down? camille and moises would truly be tormented. jesse would be the softest dad i’m :’)

what would they be like as parents?: like i said, jesse would be a soft dad ! so soft ! too bad his life is filled with fucking pain at every turn, he’s so good with kids. mick has a complex about his childhood, so he’d be determined to be a v attentive father. daisy and dom are messy as people, but they’re good parents who love their respective kids very much. as we’ve learned, liam and fern luv the kiddos but… can’t hack it for too long.

what would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? dom and daisy are technically childhood sweethearts and… look how that turned out. jesse and jane would’ve build very intricate sandcastles together, which is very soft. pru/bee/mick/delph are kind of??? childhood sweethearts?? but they’re still figuring it out in their twenties so we’ll see where that goes. in the ethan’s gf au, liam n fern probs known each other as teenagers n she was always at rehearsals. love a throwback. childhood scully n mulder might’ve been way different, she would’ve actually believed back then.

who initiates taking a bath together?: gonna devote this solely to romy/molly and pru/bee bc my gay ass wants f/f bath time together. for pru and bee, it’s cute but they gotta keep their voices low and it’s like that scene in friends when monica has to hide under the bubbles bc joey walks in, and mimi n moises are probably joey. romy and molly have wine and make a night of it

who likes who playing with their hair?: DID WE NOT ALREADY DISCUSS THIS ABOVE SMH

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The Coffeenante

every ship deserves a coffee shop au so here we are [the rock voice] you're welcome +ao3

Naomi is a creature of habits, you see. It keeps her grounded, after too many years as a reckless teenager with even more reckless thoughts. Many would find her daily routine boring, but she likes it that way, likes to know exactly where she is heading and what’s in the cards for her that day.

She wakes up at 7 every morning, gets breakfast ready and gets Filip out of bed, before school starts at 8. By 8.30 she’s at the shop, ready to start the day until 5. She doesn’t actually start before 9, though, so she always takes that half hour to go next door to the Coffeenante and order her coffee -- one cream, five sugars. On a good day (read: on a day where her favourite barista gets the morning shift) she will stay at the coffee shop and chat. Any other day, she will just go back to the shop and read the news on her phone before her own shift starts.

Habits, you see. They are a wonderful thing.

Still, nothing prepares her for the giggle that escapes her lips the moment she steps into the Coffeenante that morning. The coffee shop is almost empty but for a couple of customers, and Holden is next to the espresso machine, dying. Head hiding in his folded arms, he groans pitifully at the way the bell chimes above her, not even looking up. Naomi can’t help but smirk -- last night involved Drummer’s house and way too many bottles of vodka. Which Naomi loves on a daily basis, and was made even more entertaining by the fact that Bobbie was there, and ready to prove she could drink Holden under the table.

He’s never been really good at refusing a challenge.

Or at holding his alcohol.

Naomi refrains from running a hand through his hair, and instead plants both hands on the counter as loudly as she can, effectively startling him. Alex comes out of the kitchens at that exact moment, and just laughs at the way Holden now glares at her.

“Hello, Jimmy boy!” she exclaims.

He waves his hand in front of her face, still frowning. “Too loud. Too happy.”

She grins at him, even more so when Alex drops a shot of espresso in front of him and Holden downs it in a quarter of a second. He winces at the bitter taste, the frown a permanent feature between his brows. It shouldn’t make him look adorable, but it strangely does. Because Holden is really cute when he’s grumpy -- cuter still when he’s smiling at her, little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. Naomi never thought that type could be her type. Everybody and their mother know she’s always been into tough, bad boys.

But the whole farmer boy slash former navy guy slash soft barista seems to be working on her. And Holden still hasn’t noticed it, because she’s quite good at hiding her stupid school girl crush. Not that he’s going to notice today of all days, either.

Alex takes pity on him, serving Naomi her drink before she even has to ask, and she hands him a crumpled dollar bill with a roll of her eyes. She takes a sip, coffee burning down her throat, before she raises her cup to Alex in a silent thanks. He replies with a lazy salute, two fingers against his temple, and a smile so bright it makes up for Holden’s sour mood.

She’s by the door, ready to go back to work, when she hears him say, “Now I know you’re not faking it, boss. No way you ain’t noticing that crop top when sober.”

Naomi smirks to herself.

Maybe he noticed, after all.

…

Jim is a man of simple pleasures.

He enjoys a good cup of coffee first thing in the morning, and how crispy fresh the Montana air is during the winter. He loves to relax after a long day of word, and seeing Alex and Amos bicker like an old married couple. He likes his job, the nice customers who come by everyday, and how life is much easier now that he’s not in the navy anymore.

He also really, very, enjoys the way Naomi Nagata looks.

There is something particularly enticing about the way she only wears a black tank top under her coverall, and strips from the waist up when she is not working, showing more skin than he know how to handle. She always has smudged of grease everywhere, up her neck and down her arms, under her nails, but her hair remains flawless throughout the day, soft and bouncy and perfect.

She’s the highlight of his day, and he wishes he was less of a moron and knew how to ask her out. Ade’s rejection still lies uneasily in his stomach, and he’s wary of the potential heartbreak with Naomi’s name on it. Damn Mother Elise for turning him into a romantic sap who can’t deal with only the physical aspect of relationships.

Still, she makes his day when she walks into the coffee shop, a little less so when Jim notices the scold on her face and the way she stomps angrily to the counter. He’s known her long enough now -- five years of her working in the repair shop next door, five years of making her coffee every day -- that he doesn’t need her order, just prepares it right away while she’s glaring at the muffins like they kill puppies for sport.

“Should I ask?”

He hands her the cup of coffee, and she glares at it too before she takes it. Holden didn’t think anyone could angrily drink coffee, but Naomi is proving him wrong right now. Impressingly so.

“Oh you know, only Fred Johnson-” she turns around in the middle of saying the man’s name to glare at the door as if he were here- “being a massive pain in the ass right now.”

Jim can't help but grin a little. Johnson, Naomi’s boss, has always been a pain in the ass, asking too much and expecting even more. It keeps Naomi on her toes, arms-deep into engines only she can fix, keeps her mind sharp.

“It's not funny, Jimmy,” she goes on, glaring at him this time.

Jim ignores the nickname that only his mothers use, and that Naomi has taken to using too when she wants a reaction out of him. She's just bracing herself for a fight he won't offer, because arguing with her is the worst and only makes him ache for her more.

“Quit, then.” Her glare turns into a deadpan stare. “You're wasting your brain cells on this job when you should be working on time travel with NASA.”

Naomi shakes her head, but a small smile tugs up the corners of her mouth. “NASA doesn't work on time travel.”

“Cause they haven't hired you yet.”

The smile finally reaches her eyes, and it makes Jim grin in return. Even more so when she takes a sip of her coffee to hide the blush blossoming on her cheek, giving a pinkish hue to her dark skin.

“You're too charming for your own good, Holden.”

And back to last name basis.

“Only telling the truth, Nagata.”

She rolls her eyes halfheartedly, but the smile remains on her lips for a moment longer before it turns into something sad. “You know why, though.”

He does. He knows all too well about Marco and the judge and how easy it could be for her to lose Filip. How much she fought for him. How she will put him first, always, even if it means a life stuck in a crappy garage, wasting her potential.

“At least the neighbours are nice,” Jim replied, as cheerfully as he can. The underlying meaning obvious.

Naomi fakes thinking, pout in her beautiful lips. “At least there's that,” she agrees with a wink.

Jim’s heart sings a sweet lullaby.

…

Marco is allowed to see Filip once a month, for two hours, in public. She would like it if he were allowed to see Filip never, but the kid loves his father too much despite the gang tattoos on his arms and the bracelet around his ankle. So the Coffeenante it is -- public enough for Naomi’s comfort, and too mainstream for Marco’s buddies to show up.

The perk of knowing Holden or Amos could suckerpunch him any time helps, too.

She sulks in a booth, hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea and eyes throwing daggers at Marco’s skull. Filip’s little legs don’t even touch the floor, his sneakers lighting up blue and red every time they tap against the seat. The sharp contrast between his Captain America t-shirt and Marco’s greasy old shirt is just painful, and Naomi looks away in time to see Amos sliding in front of her into the booth.

He glares in Marco’s general direction too, but his presence is almost comforting in a weird way. She’s always felt safe with Amos by her side, even if (or perhaps especially because) she’s seen him beating people to a pulp on multiple occasions.

“You okay?”

She replies with a nod and a sip of her tea, and they don’t say anything much after that during the ten minutes that make his afternoon break. When he goes back behind the counter, Holden comes to replace him in front of Naomi. It almost makes her smirk, how protective of her and Filip they all are, the three boys she now considers family. They’re more of a father figure than Marco could ever hope to be. Not that he’s trying all that hard anyway.

Holden comes with refills, sliding a cup of coffee toward her. Naomi winces at the first sip, before she finally manages a smile -- definitely some whiskey in there. Holden grins at her, bright smile and wrinkly eyes, like the whole point was to surprise her. She admires, and appreciates, his effort.

“We still okay for tonight?” he asks.

They’ve planned on going to see Power Rangers, all four of them and Filip, because even if the kid has a shitty dad doesn’t mean he can’t have a badass mom. He’s been looking forward to it ever since they started talking about it last week, watching old episodes on Netflix and asking her to buy the toys and everything.

“Of course,” she nods. “Looking forward to it.”

This isn’t about her -- this very much is about Filip -- but still Naomi hopes Holden will sit next to her and hold her hand during the movie. Just because she was too young when she got a kid and she’s in a shitty situation, doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream.

She’s always been a romantic at heart.

…

It is Mei Meng’s birthday, which means both Filip and Alex’s kid are invited to the sleepover, which means Naomi shows up at the Coffeenante about half an hour after the end of her shift at the repair shops. She changed out of her work clothes, looking more like the evening crowd -- hipsters and students from Eros U for the most part -- than she could ever do with her coveralls. She even took a shower, if the lack of grease on her skin is anything to go by. Jim pretends not to stare, but.

She sits by the counter with a deep sigh, too loud to be natural, her usual hey notice me. Not that Jim could not notice her if he tried. She’s on his mind all day every day, like a itch you can’t scratch. A very beautiful itch, mind you.

Jim busies himself with making Naomi a drink, before he moves closer to her, leaning into her space with his elbows on the counter. Her eyes drift to his mouth, just a second but long enough for him to notice, and it takes all of Jim’s self-control not to lean closer still and kiss her.

“That’s sad,” is all he says instead, almost mockingly.

Naomi grabs a handful of coffee beans from a cup next to the till, and throws one at his face. “Didn’t ask,” she replies petulantly. And then, “I’m bored, okay.”

Jim grins. Entertaining her is easy, and so that is what he does for the next two hours or so, chatting with her in between serving drinks for the other customers, sliding cupcakes her way ever so often because he knows she’ll skip dinner if she doesn’t have to cook for Filip.

He almost expects her to get bored and go home at some point but she doesn’t, and she starts ranting about space and Star Trek and space in Star trek and some other shit he doesn’t understand, but damn if he will ever stop her when she’s willingly spending time by his side. That woman is out of his league, truly, and the selfish part of him hopes she will never notice, because he couldn’t deal with not having her in his life anymore.

Before Jim knows it, he’s putting the chairs on the tables and sweeping the floor while Naomi keeps talking and talking and talking about Star Trek, and Battlestar Galactica. Star Wars. Interstellar. Firefly. Even fucking Armageddon.

She’s talking at him more than anything else, so Jim only makes a comment every so often to let her now he’s still listening. He gets her in a fury when he asks if Han really did shoot first, and grins to himself as he finishes cleaning the espresso machine. Naomi trots behind him when he moves to the kitchens, and sits on one counter while he cleans there, and keeps talking. He’s never heard her talking that much before. Not that he minds.

He’s almost done with everything when she finally stops, the silence almost deafening. It makes him uncomfortable for a second, before Naomi drops a bomb on his.

“You never asked me out.”

Jim is glad he has his back to her, because it partially hides the way his entire body freezes on the spot, eyes widening and mouth opening in surprise. He recovers after a few seconds, and softens his features before he turns around to face her. She has an almost innocent look on her face, head tilted to the side and eyes curious, like she didn’t just tipped his world off its axis with only five words.

“I didn’t think you were interested,” he admits. “And then I didn’t think you were ready.”

He moves slowly, until he stands between her opened legs. Naomi bites down on her bottom lip, and looks at him through dark lashes, and all his blood rushes south in a second. It leaves him dizzy and stupid, and he puts his hands on her knees.

“I’m ready. Are you?” Dizzy enough not to know how to answer. She laughs. “It’s a yes or no question.”

“Yes.”

Her kiss tastes like coffee and cupcakes, and Jim decides he’ll never get enough of her.

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namjoonchronicles · 7 years

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Star - [EXO] Chanyeol Idol!Au

[A/N] Here. Have some crappy writing from me. I hate myself. The time setting is a few decades after EXO’s debut. Chanyeol’s turning 30.

Did you hear? He cried in the car alone? He's balding at the age of 25.

You couldn't fathom how ridiculous topics are at the backstage of an award show. Rumors spread like wildfire and you were never the kind that would find fascination in those meaningless words. But what you do know is it's a scorching minus 16 degrees out there and the female groups are in short skirts in cold winter.

As one of the senior coordinator, you were often seen behind the curtains, trying to make sure everyone is on cue. The new rookie lines are making their debuts today, so you could relax because your juniors are trying their best to appeal to you. Today's show is under your jurisdiction. So far, you had two cups of coffee bought by your juniors and you think that every hard work and sleepless nights you had when you were their age has paid off.

Until the final stage where all the artist gathered for the results to be announced. The cameras are dwindling, out of focus and images were lagging. You lowered yourself to the microphone connecting all the staffs. "What's happening." You said. "Nothing, Miss."

"I'm seeing everything, there's no use for you to lie to me. This isn't nothing." You spat, in a horrifyingly low tone. You had to be on foot to see what's happening. You shuddered from the cold of the winter weather and you blended with the other staffs. "The wind struck down one of the tree leaves and crashed into one of our Jimmy." The camera director said. "We have to stop filming temporarily." He added, with a concerned look. "Alright, but send all the artist in first. The weather is unforgiving." You said, hands rested on hip. "The cleaner had already started cleaning, and the cars are out to transports their artists. It shouldn't take long, but it's taking awhile now, already." He clicked his tongue.

"At least the girl groups, they're in skirt, for fuck's sake." You said, but moving away before he could say anything in return. You grabbed the coats from the audio room and start delivering them to the girl groups. One of the girl groups were shivering on stage while the engineers are trying to figure out the camera sets. You passed a few male groups in order to make it to the side of the stage. Then you hand out winter coats. But one member of those group threw the coat on the stage. "I'm not wearing that, it's tacky." You heard her say.

You turned behind you and saw the coat you gave her on the floor. Your smile disappeared. Then, large hand took them from the ground as you watched. "Chanyeol." You whispered. He turns to face you and then he wrapped you with the coat he's wearing. "...Do you realise that you're blue from the cold too." He scolded. You blinked, unable to react as quickly as you thought you could. It's been awhile since he talked to you, and it's not the kind of interaction you'd be prepared to have. Especially on stage, and with cameras around. "Oppa!" The member screamed. Chanyeol glared at her in return. "You were in no position to deny any of her help." He said, monotonously. In the kind of voice that would make your stomah flip. "But it wasn't my colour." She mumbled, cutely. In attempts of recovering her scarced image.

"Then by all means, just freeze to death." Chanyeol scoffed bitterly before turning his attentions to you, but you were already halfway off the stage. Climbing down, you heard him call your name, but it wasn't enough to make you stop. "...People are going to talk, Chanyeol." You said, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you stepped down the stairs. "She was being rude." He said, following you from behind. "But still!" You spun to face him, angrily, "...Now we have an incident we don't have explanations for. We agreed to be strangers." He followed you where the crowds were almost gone, and when you got there, it seemed that everyone understood that you both needed privacy, so they left you two there.

"I didn't. You did." Chanyeol shrugged.

Chanyeol just look at you, brazenly. "She wasn't being rude, she was being an idol. Even though the camera's are off, there's fans around to capture everything. So she can't be caught wearing something...tacky." You corrected him. Chanyeol ran his hot tongue on his lower lip, looking away. "This is why we couldn't work." He proceeded to say. "You are too afraid to be caught."

You gave him a ludicrous look. "Excuse me?! That's not why we couldn't work, Chanyeol. We couldn't work because you're okay with pretending, but I'm not! I can't tell you I love you and at the same time, hug someone else and say the same thing. I'd rather lose my job than you lose your popularity." You shoved him until he stumbles back. "Can't you see that I'm trying to get back with you?" He roared back. "Oh I see it. I see it everyday, I just pretend that I don't." You paces left and right. "Do you not see that I'm with somebody?" You shrieked back at him. "It's really hard to miss you getting cozy with another idol as well...especially when you give him a bunch of camera time." He scoffed. "Are you saying that I'm misusing my power as a producer, is that what you're saying? So funny...Things are always prettier in someone else's arms." You darted.

"You're always pretty regardless whose arm it was." His voice softens. You didn't have anything to say to that. Chanyeol and you stayed silent for awhile, and he starts to move away. "...Be nice. But don't be stupid."

"Your coat." "Keep it. Its meant to be yours , anyways."

Chanyeol, don't do this to me. Don't act like I broke your heart. We broke each others, and that's the truth.

You knew that this will happen. Because in the blurred lines between crush and the adored, Chanyeol is a fallen star. Only pretty when he falls.

[A/N] Please don’t request idol!au, because I dislike writing them as an idol. This is just written to fix my writer’s block, and I don’t want it to go to waste. Heck, I’m not going to tag them on EXO links of written scenarios.

David Archuleta’s Falling Stars playing in the background.

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