#happy international friendship day jenny!! ^.^

[misakarose]

animangacreators challenge #6: ✩friendship day✩            ↳ kagehina for @yooasobi~❀♡

[katelynnwrites]

pairing: Ona Batlle x f!Reader

warnings: none

word count: 582

summary: requested, ona and scotland wnt girlfriend after they play against each other

a/n: since it’s international break again, i thought i’d give you a fic i wrote during the last break especially because ona played so well today and our spanish honeys completely smashed the australians 🥰

I’ll Make You Proud

Ona doesn’t say anything at first, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as she sees you. Her hand comes up to cradle your head against her chest and she holds you close.

You wrap your arms around her waist, pressing yourself closer to your girlfriend. Sniffling a bit, you hide your face in her jersey.

‘I’m sorry.’ She whispers, making you suck in a shaky breath.

‘What? Why are you sorry?’ You ask, tilting your head up so you can look at her.

Ona swallows nervously, ‘Aren’t you angry?’

You blink in confusion, shaking your head.

‘Disappointed but definitely not angry.’

The Spanish girl exhales in relief and is unable to stop herself from kissing you quickly.

‘I don’t understand. Because of me, you might not be able to qualify for the World Cup…’

‘I know but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try my hardest to. And if I don’t then I’ll be more than happy to make up the WAG section at your games.’

Ona giggles, nudging her nose against yours.

‘If you do, I’ll make you the proudest girlfriend there. But I know that you’ll qualify, you deserve to mi amor.’

She lifts a hand to cup your cheek, kissing your tears away carefully.

‘I love you.’ She whispers, pressing a long kiss onto your forehead. Her lips on your skin gives you a warm feeling inside, easing the disappointment of the lost game.

‘I love you too. You really deserved the win today leannan.’

‘Me? I only played twenty minutes, you played the entire game.’

You lean into her, swatting her arm lightly.

‘Hush and let me be the proud girlfriend of someone who is going to play in the World Cup okay?’

Ona laughs, pulling you into another tighter hug which you are more than happy to accept. The Spanish girl never failed to make you feel safe, loved and cherished.

You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d like more to qualify for one of the biggest tournaments in the world. It was what every football player dreamed of. It was what your girlfriend had dreamed of since she was little. And if you had to lose so that she could achieve that dream…well you didn’t really mind.

She holds you a while longer, the both of you standing in the middle of the field as other players shake hands and make small talk.

It’s not long before Jenni appears by your side, the energetic Spanish woman talking your ear off immediately.

‘Talk to your novia later. Talk to me now! I haven’t seen or heard from you in ages.’

You laugh loudly, Jenni could clown you out of any bad mood. You’d met her when you had both played at PSG and the friendship had continued long after you both left France.

‘Jennifer I just saw you yesterday.’ You insist, hoping your words would get through to her and hopefully make her calm down a little. You should have known better…

‘Well it’s been twenty four hours. That’s a whole day without my best friend!’

She tugs you out of Ona’s grip and you turn, unwilling to leave without kissing her goodbye.

‘We’ll talk more once we’re home okay?’ Ona asks as she lets you go rather reluctantly.

A quick nod is all you’re able to give before Jenni is pulling you through the crowd, eagerly introducing you to all her other national teammates as if they didn’t already know who you are.

Spanish Translations:

mi amor - my love

novia - girlfriend

Scottish Translation:

leannan - sweetheart/beloved

[haysianrose]

Transcript of Kelly Marie Tran and Jenny Yang’s conversation for CAA Amplify’s Town Hall on Confronting Anti-Asian Racism on April 1, 2021. Watch the full video on CAA Amplify’s website at amplify.caa.com/library/ (linked in source). 

Kelly and Jenny’s part starts at the 47 minute mark and is about 7 minutes long.

To know more about what was discussed at the town hall and the other speakers, read ‘CAA Amplify Town Hall Confronts Anti-Asian Racism; Asian Community Finds Power In No Longer Staying Silent – Commentary’ on Deadline.com.

Jenny Yang: [waves] Hi, Amplify! Kelly Marie Tran: [laughs] Hi! JY: Kelly! Hi! KMT: Jenny! Oh my gosh! JY: I just want you to appreciate the matchy-ness of my look today. KMT: I’m loving the coordination. The shirt with that little pot in the back. You look like someone who’s got everything together. [laughs] JY: You know, we’re trying to. We’re still in a pandemic. And now we’re gonna talk about being in Hollywood as an Asian American! KMT: Great! [laughs] JY: Let’s do it!

JY: With everything that’s been going on in the world, um, with… Frankly, feeling like Asian Americans, being an Asian woman in particular, with the shooting and murders in Atlanta… Like, feeling, like, under attack and super sad. How have you kind of come to understand who you are now as an Asian American in entertainment because of all of this?

KMT: There’s just so many emotions being felt at one time and I think… [sighs] For me, I wanted to dismantle, like, internalized racism, racism inside of me. It’s no secret that I left the Internet for very specific reasons. One thing that I think made a really big impact on me was recognizing just how deep seated the racism was. That was something that I don’t know that I knew the extent of it. And it made me really think about, okay, how do I figure out how I’m working within this system that has… perpetuated this thing.

JY: You unfortunately saw some of the worst, um, hate and ire that’s directed at.. women and particularly you as an Asian American woman, right? I mean, like, publicly. Just because, just because you exist! And this is what’s so, so, like, like, bonkers for me. And I think it’s really cool that, like, you’re admitting to having internalized some of this. Because I feel like that’s one of the first steps, right? It’s like… we need to educate ourselves and get right with ourselves as well as take action.

JY: When, uh, the pandemic first hit, we all had to stay at home. March, like, 11th, was my last day, 2020, of being out in public. About a week later, I was going out, just me and my, you know, blunt bangs, right? And my Asian ass eyes. In front of me stops a pickup truck of, sort of a middle aged white guy. He stopped right in front of me while I was at the corner when he had a green light and flipped me off. What was that for? Nothing had happened. And yet I’m getting accosted, assaulted, whatever. And then it hit me. And then I got hot in my face. And I was like, oh! This is because people think I am responsible for the pandemic. This is because our president and other people call it the China Virus, call it Kung Flu, make it a punchline. It’s telling someone driving down the street that I am a target for their, their hate. It was really upsetting that, okay, wow, this is the beginning of the pandemic, this is what’s to come. It is really important for me to think about what does it mean for us now as Asian Americans in Hollywood and honestly other people who are non-Asian in Hollywood to step up.

KMT: Like, what is helpful moving forward? You know, there’s so… so many instances of uh… you know, my friends and people that I’ve worked with who have, you know, done the social media posts and donated to foundations. They’re reading books about how to dismantle their own internalized racism. Like, what is that next step? And how do we actually, um… Help create change.

JY: You know, Andrew Yang, presidential then presidential candidate, put out a Washington Post op-ed that’s essentially said Asian Americans, if you want to fight anti-Asian racism, then you need to show that you’re more American so that we can be more liked. And, um, I wanted to test that premise in a video and I did that. And, um, you know, I went out with a sign that says, you know, honk if you, uh, if you won’t hate crime me. A middle aged white woman and her son drove around and stopped me and said, “I honked earlier and we just made two loops just so that we could talk to you.” And she just started to go into tears. She’s like, “I am so sorry what’s happening to you and your community. We are… I want you to know that we’re here for you.” That, I will never forget. Because that’s what we need. We need people who, um… are going to be there for us, not just as allies, ’cause we say that word so easily. We need people to be like adopted family! Who wanna join us, alright? Who are, uh, willing to be the intense aunties and uncles of our families who will stand up, whether you’re Asian or not, to actually risk something. ’Cause to me this is what, this is what it’s about.

KMT: During the pandemic, you had this comedy show called Comedy Crossing over Animal Crossing because we couldn’t do it in person and you raised over 30,000 dollars for Black Lives Matter. And that’s someone who is showing up. And that is someone who is risking something. When you’re talking about holding on to hope and you’re talking about a vision for a better world, like, that’s what you did. I’m getting emotional talking about it!

JY: I know! Why are you doing this, Kelly! [wipes eye] KMT: Because it’s true! [laughs] JY: Why are you doing this! KMT: Because it’s true! [laughs]

JY: I mean, listen… There’s more we can always do, but we need to do what we can, you know? And I’m not perfect at all, and… I probably could risk more. I really admire, you know, in your journey, sort of your moment when you, when you, I feel like really took a step forward. And so— Oh, now I’m gonna tear up again. I remember reading the draft of it in that cafe before the pandemic and tearing up and being so happy and proud of you because I know for a fact that, like you were saying earlier, it was very challenging to all of a sudden be thrusted into the public spotlight and become… automatically representation as an Asian American woman, right? In pop culture. And I don’t think people are prepared for that! Honestly, every single person who works in entertainment who has any kind of platform, we all need like mandatory training or something. Asian American studies… KMT: [laughs] JY: Asian American history. So.

KMT: Um. I was just gonna say I’m really grateful for our friendship and the way in which… recognizing that no matter how hard an experience gets, it always gets a little easier if you’re not in isolation within that experience.

JY: The more we can stay connected with each other, right? And encourage each other and not feel alone, I think that’s the way we get through this.

KMT: I’m really grateful to have had this conversation. Just to hear more about your insights as someone who is a community organizer, someone who has been furthering, um, not just the movement in terms of, you know, combating anti-Asian hate, but also anti-Black hate. Um… And how do we continue to be productive as people who all obviously are now sort of pulled into wanting to help in ways that will further, um, hopefully these movements.

JY: Yeah. Thank you. KMT: I love you so much, friend. It’s so good to virtually see you. JY: I know! I love you too, Kelly Marie Tran. KMT and JY: Bye!

[lunawritingspaceoxoxxx]

Unresponsive II

Three months

Three

Three months

Y/N thrived in the art world, their first displayed piece expressed the raw feeling of losing a love that was so exciting and heart racing and trying to manage in this bland, cold world. They glanced out towards the concrete jungle, watching people hustle and bustle around; single mothers, business men, ladies of the night, etc. They sighed, walking towards the canvas, rubbing their face as they tried to create anything from this creative funk. They knew this was coming from the trip to the falling out with Jennie, suppressing it until they couldn’t anymore, breaking down from just feeling absolute shit from just everything, they cried for their lost friendship, for Damiano, for everything that they sacrificed to get her. When they first started dating Damiano, they were in college for communications and journalism and for the most part, they enjoyed it for the most part and they thought it was going to stick for the most part and then they met Damiano. He came through like a hurricane, tearing through their world and showing them more than just their little small town as he sent pictures of places that he toured at, sending love letters and expensive jewelry.And they cherished every single one, keeping them in a small box underneath their bed, unable to stand even looking at them. Y/N rolled their neck as they pulled off their shirt, tossing it to the side as they grabbed a paint can as they stared at the blank canvas in determination.

TWO WEEKS LATER

“‘Up and coming painter,Y/N L/N, has been hospitalized at New York’s mental hospital. They’ve been experiencing vivid hallucinations and long periods of mania, breaking the glass of their high rise apartment. One theory is giving a little bit of insight to why they’re acting like this, some say she hasn’t been sleeping well or sleeping at all. They recently did a painting stream and you won’t believe this, for almost 30 hours. Some say that they didn’t move either, to eat or relieve themselves, so they potentially have an eating disorder as well.’'

Ethan scoffed as he changed the channel, tossing the remote to the side. “Lo sa ancora (Does he know yet)?” Ethan questioned as he opened a bottle of liquor, pouring himself a glass along with Thomas and Vic. “No, but he’ll probably know soon, you know he kept tabs on them. I don’t know why though, I’m pretty sure that they’re over with.” Damiano stepped through the door, looking worse for wear as he stomped through the room, taking the swing of the bottle. “Damiano….” “Just don’t. I don’t want to hear it, I know they’re in the hospital and-” “Dude, we’re just wondering if you’re okay, we don’t care about them-” Damiano stopped as he glared at Thomas, bending down in front of him. “I don’t give a shit how I feel, but you’re not going to disrespect Y/N in front of me. You can do it anywhere else, but around me.” Ethan quietly watched him as he slammed the door shut. “Maybe he’s onto something, he knows them better than us, maybe they’re nice.” Vic spoke up after a while, rubbing her neck as she felt an insane amount of guilt. She knew that Y/N knew that, and the rest of the band didn’t like them. They were so different from Damiano’s partners, none of his partners were foriegn, Y/N was an American and they did things differently than they do. “Are you okay, Vic, you look like you have an idea that none of us are going to like.” Vic was going to make this right and help these two useless lovebirds. “Pack all of your shit, we’re going to America.”

“What do you mean they’re not here? Where could they go?” The receptionist stared blankly at three before grabbing the phone. “If I knew that, I still couldn’t tell you because of HIPAA, if you don’t leave, I will call security.” They quickly stepped out of the building, disappointed as they looked at themselves. “Okay, so we’re going back home right?” Ethan looked done with everything, glaring at the paparazzi that made their way down the street. “We’re going to look for them, I’m not giving up, Damiano is close to shutting down completely and leaving the band. We owe it to him to at least help him either get back together or help him move on.” Vic realized during the ten-hour flight how well Damiano was doing much better with them in his life, they actively made sure that he was eating and remembering important small details. They were a match made in heaven and according to Vic, everyone needed someone to manage in the cruel world. “I know that they have a friend named Jennie, we just have to find where she’s at.”

“The world hasn’t been too kind to you, hasn’t it?” An older man glanced towards the backseat, frowning as he occasionally watched his child sleep. They looked exhausted and ready to throw in the towel from this brutal boxing match. He remembered them, crying into the phone, on the verge of a panic attack as they tried to form a coherent sentence and the next thing he knew, he was on a flight headed to New York. He knew that after the death of their mother, his wife, that they weren’t okay, but it was their senior year of high school and they got into a very prestigious school. They just kept going and going, no time to grieve and he was surprised that it took them so long to do so. As a father, he wanted to protect them from the outside world and yet, he couldn’t be there for them and it frustrated him so much. He pulled into a dirt road, sighing as they made their way down that familiar path. “I just want you to be happy again, just have this snarkier, larger than life attitude, and enjoy yourself. If you didn’t know, I’m proud of you and I’ll make sure that you know that for the rest of your life.”

“So you’re that Måneskin? Not going to lie, I thought Y/N was lying about him, you know? They seem a little...off the rails.” Ethan furrowed his eyebrows at Jennie as she basically walked around naked. “Is there another Måneskin band that we don’t know about? I’m getting sidetracked, where is Y/N? I know they had a breakdown and I thought in America you had to stay there for three days so?” Jennie just looked at the other woman, shrugging her shoulders as she walked into her kitchen, dancing to trashy pop music. “I really don’t know and I really don’t care, I didn’t consider Y/N as my friend. When they came to New York, I just took advantage of that, they were from the South. They came here and wanted to make all of the friends, wanting to get close with everybody and you know what? I could see them, slowly crack and not be their cheerful self and -” “God, no wonder they acted like that, they have you in their right ear, being a negative bitch and making themselves feel like shit.” Thomas spoke up as she pouted, making Ethan and Vic wear a puzzled look on their faces. “How are you making this about yourself? They’re obviously not in a good mental state, don’t make this about you.” Ethan shuffled uncomfortably in his seat as he looked around, coughing awkwardly. Jennie raised her eyebrows at them before she opened the door, pointing out. “Get the fuck out of my apartment and never come back. You’re lucky that I became friends with that hillbilly freak, no one else would ever deal with them.” Once again, they were stumped, they had no leads and they were pretty much ready to give up and call it a day. “...Vic, why are you doing this? Be honest with us, why do you feel this urge to help them? What have they done for you to help them?” “Because Damiano..has become a better person because of them, he’s been worse than this before. He would sleep around, not caring about who he hurt in the process and he was just sinking further and further. Then Y/N came along, they became friends and it took months of Damiano being called out for him to change and during that time frame, he fell in love with Y/N. ...I was jealous, he was more open with them than me. I’ve known him longer than anyone else and it was painful for me to hear him express his dreams and feelings to someone else. I wanted him to express himself with me instead of trying to act like he’s okay with whatever he was dealing with. That’s why I despised them, my jealousy got the best of me and it clouded my judgement.”

2 MONTHS LATER

Y/N watched the fields of corn as they seemed to continue on, never ending as the days went on. They were mounted on their childhood horse, Luna, as they explored the unchanging surroundings around them. Everything was the same, albeit, it really wasn’t, people passed away and some left to bigger and better things and the town that they grew up with just faded away. It was a ghost town, hardly anything stayed in town, all of the mom and pop shops shut down as the older generation retired and their children didn’t want to run a store. Y/N was lucky to have such great parents and allowed them to explore and learn everything they wanted to know. They never held that against their parents, they knew that just being the weird kid would have been sheltered because they knew how society treated children who didn’t fit into the norm. ”Whatca thinkin about?” “Nothing really, just relaxing, thinking, I don’t know what else to do, I don’t want to go back to New York quite yet. I don’t want to paint..it just reminds me of him, and losing him was the second worst pain that I've dealt with. I remember when mom died and I just pushed myself through, buried myself in my college work and...Damiano helped me decompress, I lost my rock and I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t want to see me. His group just won Eurovision and they’re getting international attention…” Their father watched them carefully, walking next to them. “Let me ask you a question, why did you and Damiano fight? Let’s start from there.” Y/N stopped Luna as they spun around to face the older man. “We fought because I traveled all the way to Rome and got drunk for two weeks. I thought we were going to spend time together and he would take me to see his favorite places-” “Did you tell him that? Before you confronted him?” Their father gave him that same look that they loved to give. Y/N had this bad habit where they'd daydream about important conversations and not have those said conversations in real life, they looked away shamefully. “No...I didn’t” “You know men are dumb as rocks, you need to tell us everything or we won’t pick up on hints that you drop. When your mother was pregnant with you, she would constantly get mad when I didn’t do things which led her to getting a chalkboard to let me know what I needed to do. Good communication makes a relationship thrive and survive, you can’t be silent and expect him to come to you. Now, do you want with this information, there’s someone who would love to speak to you.” A car sped down the dirt path, unfamiliar with this terrain, stopping as they rushed out of the car. “How did he even..” They urged Luna to slowly make their way back inwards, nervously glancing back towards their father, he only nodded as he urged them to continue on.

“Excuse me? I’m looking for…” Damiano trailed off as he watched them slowly trotted over to him. “..How did you even find me?” “Honestly, I spent hours upon hours looking through our facetimes and I just wanted to see you...I have so much to say and I just….Ti amo e voglio essere con te(I love you and I want to be with you), I’m hurting when you are and I realized that I can’t imagine myself without you. You’ve been there when I was at my lowest and you know me so personally and I don’t want to lose you.” Damiano grasped their waist as he pulled them into his chest. “Damia-” “No, let me talk first, you were absolutely right, we should’ve talked about what we should’ve done when you visited. I was stupid to think-” Y/N covered his mouth, shaking their head, “No, I’m partially to blame as well, I didn’t communicate what I wanted and I ended up causing a scene and I embarrassed you in front of everyone and your bandmates probably hate me even more.” Damiano wasn’t even listening to what they were saying, unable to focus on anything else but them, he quickly took their face in his hands, eagerly kissing as he ran his hands along their body, gripping their hips. “You weren’t listening to a word I said, did you?” “Diavolo, no(Hell no), you’re too distracting for me to focus.” He chuckled, pulling them closer to him, smirking when they gasped. “Don’t give me that look, I’ve always wanted to sleep with my amore on their childhood bedroom, let’s make that into a reality, shall we?”

[aricazorel]

OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @enasallavellan Thank You! This was really fun!

Answering for my Dragon Age: Inquisition OC from my ongoing fanfic series on AO3.

(This got a little long so more below the cut)

THE BASICS:

Character’s name:

Anyssa McBride

Role in story:

Inquisition Historian from Earth (MGIT story; Anchor series on AO3)

Physical description:

5ft 6in, wavy honey blonde hair that currently reaches midway down her back (on Earth it was roughly shoulder length, ice blue eyes

Age:

She is 26 when she arrives in Thedas and currently is 29 in my story. (She will be 30 shortly after the events set in Trespasser)

MBTI/Enneagram Personality Type:

I took two different tests when I created Anyssa and both labeled her as ‘ENFJ’—the giver or mentor. (I would argue that while she tested as an extrovert she does appreciate introvertedness and the current situation dictates which she chooses to be)

INTERNAL LIFE:

What is their greatest fear?

Being used and taken for granted

Inner motivation:

To help others and support them, hoping to see them happy

Kryptonite:

Having her self-doubts realized

What is their misbelief about the world?

Anyssa believes that everyone wants help and they just do not know how to ask for it. Unfortunately she has found out that some people just don’t want help no matter how sincere you are.

Lesson they need to learn:

She needs to learn to trust herself. Those around her know of her past on Earth and have made efforts to help her learn that. But no matter what, she still struggles with it, sometimes to the point of questioning whether she deserves the life she now has.

What is the best thing in their life?

A group of people who love and care for her. In other words, Friends

What is the worst thing in their life?

A history on Earth of those that were supposed to care for her, using her instead…and abuse. After her parents died in a car crash during her junior in high school, she went to live with her aunt and uncle who proceeded to steal the money her parents had left her for college. Later she entered into a relationship with a seemingly charming man named Bryan who turned out to be emotionally and physically abusive towards her. After two years she worked up the courage to attempt to leave. After multiple tries, she finally succeeded only to end up in Thedas.

What do they most often look down on people for?

Taking advantage of others, being cruel/mean to others, judging other without taking into consideration what they have been through

What makes his/her/their heart feel alive?

Writing stories based on those around her, sharing her knowledge with people who appreciate it, learning about the cultures and people around her, horseback riding, rock climbing, exploring the tunnels under Skyhold

What makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way?

The people she had come to know as friends in Thedas. They have become her ‘found’ family—something she thought to never have again. The last person to make her feel that way is Cullen. He always knows the right thing to say or the right thing to do to let her know she is loved.

Top three things they value most in life?

Acceptance by others, support of others, friendship

EXTERNAL LIFE:

Is there an object they can’t bear to part with and why?

No personal items from Earth made it through the rift to Thedas with Anyssa. What she has come to cherish most is the small items her friends have given her in an effort to make she feel at home. Most notably is the Cullen’s coin she wears around her neck and a stuffed dragon named Puff he gave her before they ever began their relationship.

Describe a typical outfit for them from top to bottom.

For her normal duties as historian, she wears simple dresses common to Ferelden fashion as well as blouses and skirts. For more formal affaires she wears one the many dresses Vivienne had made for her that incorporates Orlesian, Fereldan, and Free Marcher styles. For when she explores the caverns below Skyhold or travels away from the keep, she prefers typical traveling clothes and pants over skirts.

Most of her clothes are shades of light blue which Cullen said matches her eyes. She also wears purple in various shades being as it is her favorite color.

What names or nicknames have they been called throughout their life?

Nyssa and Nys. Most of her friends have called her Nyssa at some point in her life. Nys is only used by Cullen. He has also been known to use the endearment “sweetling” after they began their relationship.

What is their method of manipulation?

Anyssa isn’t known for manipulating anyone out right. Most of the time, she will rephrase an argument point to make the other party believe they are making a choice freely. This is not something she employs with people she is friends with or allied with. It a trick she holds in reserve when dealing with unreasonable nobles, especially when she has been called on to aid Josephine.

However, she is not above manipulating Cullen to either ensure he does not take on too much or because she would like some private time with him. A bright smile and repeatedly saying ‘please’ usually works. The first time Cullen realized he could not say no to her was when she asked to see a real dragon. In the end, he gifted her a stuffed dragon she named Puff and then took her to Crestwood to see the dragon there (from a safe distance of course.)

Describe their daily routine.

Anyssa’s routine various from day to day depending on the work load and what other duties she’s been tasked with. Normally, she holds any meetings in the morning and she makes time to watch the sparring ring from the battlements (especially if Cullen is participating). After that she may conduct any research she can on historical items the Inquisition has acquired and writes any correspondence to allies that might have knowledge she does not. She frequently checks in with Dagna in the Undercroft and reports the archanist’s progress to those interested. (Most people tend to shy away from Dagna but Anyssa finds her fascinating and funny.) She often finds Cullen for lunch and reminds him to eat. Her afternoons might involve cataloging artfifacts and tomes recovered in the hopes of returning them to their proper owners. If time allows, she can be found exploring and mapping the caverns and tunnels below Skyhold much to Cullen’s dismay. Throughout her day though, Anyssa has learned to work in time for her friends as well as for herself (though it has been a struggle in learning to do so)

Their go-to cure for a bad day?

There a several different answers to this. One is Sera. Both Anyssa and the Red Jenny enjoy pranks. Frequently Anyssa may provide the idea or inspiration while Sera carries out the actual pranks itself.

Horseback riding alone or with Cullen.

Playing Wicked Grace with Varric and/or Bull, Blackwall, and the Chargers. (Drinking and storytelling maybe involved.)

Reading a book with Cullen.

GOALS:

How are they dissatisfied with their life?

Overall, Anyssa is exceedingly happy with her life in Thedas. It is something she never thought to have again after her parents death and the abusive relationship with her ex-boyfriend. She had friends, a family, a career, someone to love her (whom she loves with all her heart), and a new purpose in life. If there was one thing that she would be dissatisfied with, it would be the knowledge that despite all the good the Inquisition did there will still be people who still cling to the old ways. In other words, she wishes that everyone could find the acceptance and support she has found but knows that the old ways are easier for some to hold onto instead of embracing change.

What would bring them true happiness or contentment?

Finally realizing that she did nothing wrong and it was not her fault that anyone left her or treated her poorly. Those were decisions made by others and she is not responsible for that. Cullen has aided her greatly in making progress with this but it is a struggle she will always have. But then again she has found a support network and love, so in the end she is already happy/content.

What definitive step could they take to turn their dream into a reality?

This is something Anyssa initially struggled with. Cullen was the first to admit he loved her and it took seven months before she could say it back. After that, they talked circles around making concrete plans about their future. Finally, they decided to just make the plans as they went (making a list of things they wanted.) When Cullen decided to start a Templar sanctuary after retirement, that solidified things. Now all that remains to be done is see the Inquisition through to the end and then begin their future.

How has their fear kept them from taking this action already?

Her past relationship colored how she reacted to Cullen’s affections and made her question whether she could trust his words. (she learned to trust his actions first and then his words)

Haven and Skyhold were the places she first felt welcomed in Thedas, like she had a real home again.

She questioned whether she could be lead historian in a world she knew nothing of, questioning even the skills she had learned on Earth.

How do they feel they can accomplish their goal while still steering clear of the thing they are afraid of?

Anyssa has decided to focus on what she can do in the present and prepare for the future she wants. She has begun making plans for how to transfer her skills to a slightly different career path aft her the conclusion of the Inquisition and has told Cullen she will support his dream of a Templar sanctuary while pursuing her own path. To ensure that happens, she will more than likely rely on Cullen for reminders to believe in herself and trust that she knows what she is doing. In the end, it all comes down to trust for Anyssa and her Commander is the one she trusts the most.

Tagging @commanderadorkable, @shadoedseptmber, @raflesia65, @noire-pandora and anyone else who would like to play! No pressure, just fun!

[rosella-writes]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you @1000generations for the tag! I always need help fleshing out OCs properly and this helped a lot.

I'll tag @dreadfutures, @darethshirl and @emerald-amidst-gold if they'd like, as well as anyone else who'd like to take a go (and tag me so I can see!).

THE BASICS:

Character’s name: Eliana Lavellan

Role in story: The Inquisitor (derogatory)

Physical description: Deep auburn hair that she keeps braided and pinned, so she can't chew it. Eyes that Solas describes as Fade-green, with a full face of Mythal's vallaslin to match. Thin and tiny and has horrible posture.

Age: 27

MBTI/Enneagram Personality Type: ENFP. She reflects so much of what I, as an INFJ, want to enact on the world, instead of just sitting and thinking about it. So therefore Eliana does what I spend time contemplating.

INTERNAL LIFE:

What is their greatest fear? Failure

Inner motivation: Curiosity. The desire to know has driven her from one extreme to another, and leading the Inquisition is no different.

Kryptonite: Rejection of her ideas, which she ultimately takes as rejection of herself.

What is their misbelief about the world? That she should be able to anticipate outcomes fast enough to divert them / that she's ultimately responsible for every bad thing that happens to her.

Lesson they need to learn: That she has intrinsic worth as a person outside of what she can do for others, or how many people she saves.

What is the best thing in their life? Dreams

What is the worst thing in their life? That she wasn't enough. She wasn't strong enough to save her friend as a child, she wasn't good enough to make Solas stay, she wasn't smart enough to see him for what he was. She still isn't worth changing plans for, in her mind.

What do they most often look down on people for? Taking beliefs as fact, or wielding belief as a tool to put others down. Lack of critical thinking skills.

What makes his/her/their heart feel alive? Finding an answer to a long-sought-after question. Hearing that her ideas are good, that she is smart, that she is worthy. Someone giving her undivided attention when she rambles on about her ideas.

What makes them feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way? Quality time or words of affirmation. Cole heaped both upon her in spades after Solas disappeared, and somewhat filled the ragged hole that a gentle "vhenan" once filled. After Cole returned to the Fade, no one has quite stepped up in the same way.

Top three things they value most in life? Knowledge, Wisdom, Justice

EXTERNAL LIFE:

Is there an object they can’t bear to part with and why? Pre-Trespasser, a sturdy, hand-knit shawl in autumnal colors that her childhood friend made for her. Post-Trespasser, a notebook she salvaged from the Vir Dirthara full of Solas's notes in the margins, scrawled with veilfire. When she reads them she can hear an echo—memory?—of his voice.

Describe a typical outfit for them from top to bottom. Eliana hates the outfits Josie puts aside for her, so when she escapes from Skyhold for the day she wears a simple cream chemise with a woolen drawstring skirt and bodice over the top, both in shades of maroon or deep green. She wraps her favorite shawl around her shoulders against the cold mountain air.

What names or nicknames has they been called throughout their life? Her childhood friend called her da'lath'in, or little heart, since she always wore it on her sleeve. Solas called her ma'falon, or close/intimate friend, until he finally dared call her vhenan.

What is their method of manipulation? If she feels there's no other option, guilt.

Describe their daily routine. She's an early riser, and typically takes her breakfast at her desk. When not on the road, she writes letters while waiting for her advisors to wake and begin the endless parade of meetings and judgements. Lunch is usually on the battlements with Cole and Solas, looking over the valley and munching on sandwiches and fruit, followed by an afternoon of more meetings and dignitaries and responsibilities. Her evenings are reserved for Solas and their sacred reading time in their hidden library. After the breakup, Cole joins her there instead and listens to her read aloud.

Their go-to cure for a bad day? Solas, and his endless stories selected with her in mind. Post-breakup, it's a long hike outside the protection of Skyhold, with only her staff and shawl for company.

GOALS:

How are they dissatisfied with their life? As the years go on, she finds herself self-isolating and relying solely on the company of spirits in her dreams. She realizes that the lack of relationships in the waking world is taking its toll on her — especially since she's an extrovert — but the energy it would require to reconnect is nearly insurmountable. Her one waking outlet is serving as a Red Jenny, when she can be someone else for a while and take out her ever-morphing sense of justice and vengeance on those she deems worthy of her malcontent.

What would bring them true happiness or contentment? Surrender — both mentally and physically. She began her journey full of energy and the willingness to enact change. By the end of Trespasser, it is almost a relief to let the Inquisition go. If she could let go of her sense of betrayal and hurt, then she could come to peace with what happened with Solas. Until he either succeeds or fails, she can't let go just yet.

What definitive step could they take to turn their dream into a reality? She could reach out to her friends for help. She grows closer to Sera post-Inquisition, and Sera could help her shake her depression through action if Eliana would only let her. As it is, Sera is content to let her be — she's not one to force help on someone who isn't ready for it.

How has their fear kept them from taking this action already? Sera was one of her relationship's biggest critics, and Eliana hates the idea of her weaponizing it against her. Sera has yet to do so, instead pointing her vitriol at Solas himself, but even that Eliana can hardly bear. The fear of Sera hurting her has kept Eliana from opening up to her too much outside of their roles of Jennies.

How do they feel they can accomplish their goal while still steering clear of the thing they are afraid of? Honestly? Continuing on as she is. Her work as a Red Jenny, terrorizing the nobles of Orlais and Tevinter as a ghostly shadow, takes her mind off of things for a while, and the intelligence she gathers through Sera's network is invaluable in piecing together what little she can of Solas's movements. So long as she builds a relationship with Sera as a Jenny instead of as the Inquisitor, she thinks she'll ultimately open herself up for friendship again. Until then, she works, and she waits.

[blvirz]

Living Life Through a Lens: Chapter Twenty-Four(A)

Word Count: 8.4K

Warnings: swearing lol?

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[10:00 AM KST, flashback. Nine days before the premiere]

Standing in front of the large window in your living room with a warm coffee in your hands, you watched as the dark clouds came rolling in and the droplets of rain start to hit your window. The warmness you got from your coffee was a nice contrast to how cold it was outside. Jennie had gone off to work, and you and Lex were just about to head to your office at YG to get a head start on packing up your things. Another documentary was done. Is it really time to leave?

While lost in your thoughts, you looked at the tiny cars that were driving on the road below you. It was a few minutes later when you heard footsteps coming from around the corner and turning to look, you saw Lex with a few folded boxes in her hands. Watching as she placed them on the couch, she walked over to you, threw her arm around your shoulder and rested her head against it. Now both of you stood in front of the window, hearing the rain patter and observing all the commotion that was going on forty floors down.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked.

It was about a little over a week away from the release of the documentary and the only thing you had left to do was the final meeting with your company and then the premiere. So, for the past few days, you thought endlessly about how everyone would receive the documentary and your future.

Will they like it? Hopefully. Is there another job? Probably. Can you manage a long-distance relationship if there is one? Yes. I thought you wanted a break? I do. Could you see yourself staying here? Yes. Were the questions and thoughts that filled your head, but each time you thought about it, your answers would change. Unsure of how to break it to Lex, you just stood there quietly thinking.

“You want to stay here don’t you?” she asked, and when you looked at her she didn’t look away from the window.

How she managed to figure that out you had no idea. Still looking at her in awe, you spoke. Tripping over your words as you did, “What– How? How did you figure that out?”

“As we get closer to the premiere, the more often I find you lost in your thoughts. Like you’re trying your best to remember as much of this place as you can. As if you're never going to see it again.”

“I do?” you blurted out. Internally you were shaking your head. You know you do this.

Just the other day, you caught yourself doing it while on a coffee run with Jisoo. And when she had asked you what you were staring at, it led to a deep conversation that you weren’t expecting to have so early in the morning. Perhaps it was better that way though. To have your thoughts be unfiltered and forced to come out.

“No I’m kidding– I mean yes you do, but I also got an email from the landlord the other day about a certain inquiry. Something about… extending the lease.” Lex admitted.

“Oh wow. Okay. That makes more sense,” you said as you both laughed. Lex knew you well, but you hadn’t brought up anything remotely close or given the hint that you were thinking of staying, so when she figured it out, you were shocked, to say the least.

Continuing on you said, “well you’re right anyway. I do want to stay. But–”

“–but what? Stay here Y/N. If that’s what’s going to make you happy, then do it. Just be happy. Stay.” Rarely ever did Lex interject and so when she did, you knew she wasn’t holding back. This was as raw and as honest as she was going to get. For months you considered the move to South Korea. And as the days passed, the thoughts only seemed to become more intense and all-consuming.

There were the cons, which when you really thought about it, wasn’t a long list. But the things on that list weren’t small. You had your whole life back home. Your family, friends, routine… Of course, it wasn't like you didn’t have the option to fly back and see them, but everything that you knew was back home. The word comfort came to mind.

Then there were the pros of moving here. At the top of that very list was your relationships, not only your relationship with Jennie, but the other friendships you had made with Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, and their friends. Then there was the fact that this would be new, exciting and just the thing you needed to force you into taking a break like you had always wanted but could never commit to. One more job was what you always said.

“I’m still deciding. How many days do I have on the lease?” you asked.

Lex stood there with her eyebrows furrowed, thinking. “If I read the email correctly… you have a bit over two weeks to decide.”

//

[9:30 AM KST, present day. Three days before the premiere]

Yesterday, sources say that Universal Director Y/N Y/L/N was involved in a biking accident. She is expected to recover and will be released from the hospital later today. With her documentary being released on Friday, we are still waiting on a statemen–

“Wow. They work fast. Did Ethan leak that?” you said as you turned your head slowly toward Lex, who was seated next to your bed. She felt so bad for not being able to answer the phone when the hospital called, and so for the last day and a half that you were being kept for observation in the hospital, she never once left your side.

You were a bit shocked to see that it wasn’t Lex who you saw first in the emergency room. Part of you was glad because if you saw her first there was no telling in what you would have done. It was a tossup between you both ugly crying or her beating the shit out of you. And so, you were glad when you saw Jennie and Rosé standing there. Only one thing ran through your mind, you had to play a joke on them.

So, exactly in like the drama you had seen with the girls the day before, you pretended that you had amnesia and had no clue who they were. Your acting was spot on but you couldn’t hold it together for long, and as soon as you saw their jaws drop you had never laughed so hard in your life.

Other than the broken wrist and a few stitches that were near your temple, you felt fine. A little sore, but it wasn’t anything serious. During the first night in the hospital, you didn’t understand why they were keeping you, and when you asked Lex she said, “you had a concussion and they wanted to keep you overnight to see if your symptoms worsen. If nothing happens, you will be discharged tomorrow.”

It was tomorrow, and currently, you sat in the bed waiting for the doctor to come in and give you a checkup. Each time the doctor came in you couldn’t keep up with the medical jargon that he and the nurses were spewing, and so you just sat there and winced in pain every time he poked and prodded in the spots where it hurt. You trusted that Lex or Jennie were listening anyway. While you waited, you hoped that everything would be fine and he would give the ‘okay’ for you to leave.

As much as this stay in the hospital was a nice break from work, the only thing you craved was to get back to it and have it released on Friday like it was scheduled. Because she wanted you to recover, Lex took all your calls and answered all your emails. She wouldn’t even let you talk to Ethan when he had called.

“Are you two going to let me go into work today?” you asked, looking from Jennie to Lex, and before they could answer there was a knock on the door.

Fixing your posture and straightening your clothes, you shouted “you can come in.”

The people that walked through the door were the doctor and two nurses that routinely came in to check on you. One of the nurses held a small bag with tiny bottles inside, and the other held a silver tray. Which you had come to learn, held an assortment of surgical tools required for fixing up your stitches. You couldn’t help but shiver at the sight of them.

After the doctor was done checking both your arm and stitches, he stepped back to examine his work. When something caught his eye, he went back to tending to your stitches, and while doing so he spoke.

“So I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that you’ve gathered quite the crowd of people downstairs; a lot of them with cameras and microphones. But the good news is that you seem to be doing fine and that I’m going to clear you. You will be free to leave, but I recommend taking it easy for today. Don’t jump right into things. Many others and I included, are looking forward to your documentary’s release.” You were stunned when you heard the last sentence. Never once did he give the notion that he knew you, or mention anything related to your work. It would be odd if he did you suppose. He was a doctor, not a news reporter.

Trying your best not to be embarrassed you told him thanks for both fixing you up and waiting patiently for the release of the documentary. When he sensed that you were uncomfortable, he said a few words about the medicine that he would be giving you. Shortly after, he and the nurses bowed politely and left the room.

…

Walking through the door of your apartment you immediately felt more relaxed. No longer was there the overwhelming and nauseating smell of the hospital. But if you breathed in deeply, you could still smell the stench of metal, alcohol and other sterilizing chemicals that were soaked into your clothes.

Upon entering the kitchen, you saw three of the largest bouquets you had ever seen in your life. With your right arm, you plucked each of the letters that were placed in the midst of the flowers. You smiled as you read the messages. One was from YG Entertainment, one from the girls, and the last one from your company.

“Alright Y/N, you heard the doctor earlier. Let’s take it easy today, okay?” you heard Jennie say as she pushed lightly on your back to get you moving toward your bedroom.

As much as you wanted to get back to work, you simply didn't have the energy to, and so without any objections, you walked with her to your shared room. While Jennie pulled the covers over you and handed you the remote to the TV, you asked her if you could still have the movie night with the girls as you had planned. She stood there considering it for a while, and to your surprise, she said that she would ask them.

…

[8:20 PM KST. Three days before the premiere]

“So, what happened? We all would have gone to the hospital, but the company said it wasn’t a good idea for us all to go and cause a commotion for all the patients there. We’re sorry we couldn’t come, but we’re just glad that Jennie could go,” said Lisa with an apologetic expression on her face, and when you looked around, all the other girls had the same expression.

You nudged her with your free hand and said, “don’t apologize. I understand. But also, it’s nothing crazy… I went for a run in the morning and while I was making my way down the path there was a cyclist who wasn't paying attention, lost control and ran into me. With just my luck, I couldn’t stick the landing, and managed to fall awkwardly on my wrist while also hitting my head on a jagged rock.”

All of the girls including Jennie and Lex, who have heard the story before, sat there with their mouths hung open and concerned looks covering their faces. “I am fine guys. Really I am. Now keep eating,” you said while looking at the food.

It took a while, but eventually, the girls stopped being so overprotective with you and it was back to normal. In fact, they had grown so comfortable that one of them had managed to run into your bruised back, causing you to wince in pain. It was purely accidental of course, but that didn’t stop them from all freezing and asking you if you were okay a billion times over. Though the second time it happened it was Lisa, and right away she earned a scolding from the rest of her members.

“It was by accident, that will happen. I will be okay,” you said trying to reassure them. Lisa was naturally playful, and none of it was her fault.

To take some of the heat off of Lisa, you thought about putting on a different and much more interesting movie, but none of them seemed to want to sit there and be quiet. All of them just wanted to talk and joke around, so instead, you all sat around your living room table, eating and doing just that.

Looking around the table, you saw that Rosé this time was playing referee between Lisa and Jisoo. Jisoo had the remote in her hands and was desperately trying to change the movie that was playing on the TV, while Lisa who was behind Rosé, tried her best to get to the remote. “Just please let it play for a few minutes! We’re getting to the good part!” Lisa yelled.

This is what I needed. The chaos of my own home, not the hospital’s.

Directly across from the commotion was where Jennie and Lex sat, and from the looks of it, they were in a deep discussion that you didn't really care to listen to. It’s not that you didn’t want to, just that you wanted to soak this whole evening in. Taking the time to appreciate how simple it was, as well as the good company you were surrounded by.

[12:23 PM KST. One day before the premiere]

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” you asked Lex as you sat on the floor struggling to tie the laces on your shoes with one hand. Had the accident happened any earlier, you definitely would have gone insane. Editing with one hand? No. Just no.

Lex, who was probably stressed just watching you, quickly bent down on the ground next to you and double knotted your laces. “Yes. I’m sure. Now go have fun! I will catch you up to speed on what Ethan has to say. Remember you have dinner with him later. He arrives later today. 6 PM, don't be late.”

“Okay…” you said in a way that was more of a question than an answer.

Once you stood up, she dusted you off, straightened your clothes, including the sling holding your arm, and lightly shoved you out of the apartment. “Now go, please. And please be safe this time! Please,” she overstated. Every time you left her sight, whether it was walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water, leaving to take a shower or going to bed, she always said those exact same words. And every single time you rolled your eyes.

Jennie had left for work in the morning and was waiting for you in the car downstairs. She had called you earlier to tell you that her practices and meetings ended earlier than expected, and asked if you and Lex wanted to come join the girls for a day out in the city. While you agreed to go, Lex insisted that she stay back at the apartment and go over the final details of tomorrow's meeting and press conference. She didn’t want any surprises this time around.

…

Everyone at the table sat quietly, and the only things you could hear were the sounds coming from the other people that filled the restaurant. The clinking of the glasses, the clatter of the utensils hitting the table, the yelling from the chef in the kitchen, and the mumbled conversations of the people around you. There was noise coming from every corner of the room, except for the one you and the girls sat in.

You had also noticed that a few tables away a man was sitting at a table all alone. He wore all black clothing, wore a black hat that covered his face and had his phone out to either record or take photos of you all at the table. Whenever you were out with the girls there was always one person or a couple people recording, but even after countless sit-down meals and various other outings, you could never get used to it. You were just glad that he was trying to keep it lowkey and wasn’t shoving a camera in the girls’ faces. Once you were sure he wasn’t dangerous, you relaxed back in your seat and continued to eat your food.

When you looked around at Lisa, Rosé and Jisoo, they all sat silently in their seats pushing the food on their plates around with the utensils they had in their hands. Ever since you and Jennie arrived at the restaurant, the three of them seemed unamused and had a downcast mood.

At first, you didn’t think anything of it. Having been on tour, there were times where team dinners were so quiet that nobody said a word at the table besides their order. Which was understandable, because you had seen just how much energy they put into their concerts. But two things threw you off this time. For one, their schedules had ended early so it couldn't have been the issue of being tired, and two, Jennie didn’t share the same unhappy attitude her members had. What is going on here?

Turning to look at Jennie, she was preoccupied with eating the food that was on her plate, and despite her members looking upset, she didn’t seem to notice. To get her attention you nudged her and gave a look in the direction of each member as if to ask what was wrong, and she shrugged.

Finally having enough, you asked what was wrong. “Alright, I’ll bite. What’s wrong?”

Jisoo looked at both Rosé and Lisa and didn't say a word. So, you looked between Lisa and Rosé, desperately searching for an answer. It was either they couldn’t decide who should be the one to speak or none of them wanted to answer at all, you couldn't quite figure that out. After yet another long silence, Rosé cleared her throat. Finally.

Your eyes widened and you froze as you saw Rosé reach for a tissue and start to dab her eyes as she began to explain, “we were thinking about this last night on the way back to the dorm from your apartment. With the premiere tomorrow, we only have a few days left with you before you leave Korea… Y/N, we’re really going to miss having you here. Although you don’t sing or dance, you… you and Lex, have become a part of our group. We’re just sad to see you go.”

In the corner of your eye, you could see Lisa reach for something on the table and when you looked, you saw her start to cry too. Jisoo, who sat in between her two members, rubbed their shoulders in an attempt to comfort them. Your heart warmed at the thought of them missing you. And as much as it hurt you to see them cry, you were also happy to be able to tell them what you and Jennie had discussed this morning.

[flashback]

As you looked over to look at your bedside clock, you felt Jennie get up in the bed next to you. It was a couple hours after midnight, and just a few hours ago you had said bye to the rest of her members. For the last two days their schedules ended earlier than expected and each time they came home along with Jennie after work. Deep down you knew it was because they wanted to check in on you, but they refused to admit it and chalked it up to wanting you to try the food they had brought along with them.

In the bed beside you, Jennie turned on the lights on her side of the bed, sat posted up against the headboard, and in a very tired voice she asked you what was wrong. You were about to tell her that it was nothing when she asked, “are you still having a hard time deciding?”

For the past two weeks, you had been unable to sleep through the night, and you felt bad for waking Jennie up through all your tossing and turning. Especially since this wasn’t your first discussion on this specific topic; your indecisiveness got in the way of you being able to enjoy your dates, and now even your sleep. Tonight, you decided that you would come to a final decision. No more contemplating.

Jennie sighed as she took your hand in hers. Her thumb grazing over your skin as she spoke in a soft voice. “I just hope I’m not the only reason you’re thinking of staying here. No– that came out wrong. I– I meant like, I don’t want you to move here for m– No. That doesn’t sound right either. There really is no nice way to say it.”

Those weren’t exactly the words you were expecting to hear, and so sitting up from your lying position in the bed, you sat up, faced her, and asked her to clarify what she meant.

“Y/N. There are only so many ways I can say it, and they are all blunt. I’ve told you countless times already that you don’t have to move here right away, or even at all. I will be on tour for the next couple of months and we can figure something out as we go along. Return home for the meantime, and at the end of the tour, we can figure it ou–”

“And I get that. I jus–”

Jennie still continued, “–as much as I would love to have you with me always…”

“I sense there’s a but coming,” you interrupted yet again.

She continued, “but… I don’t expect you to move here for me, and I don’t want you to. Now don’t take this the wrong way, this is a big if. But if things were to get tough here, I don’t want you to resent me for making you move here just for me. So, do it for you.”

“You’re not the only reason. A big reason yes, but not the only one. Do you remember when we went for that walk in New Zealand? And how I told you about my breakup and about the plans I had made before taking this job?” you asked as you ran your free hand through your hair. Lately, that’s all you did, and at the rate you were going, pretty soon you were sure that there would be no hair left for you to run your fingers through.

Jennie nodded and smiled like she was remembering it. She then said, “I do. I remember that trip very clearly. You told me that you wanted to take a break to spend some time with your friends and family.”

“And that’s exactly what I wish to do. It’s not like I’m trapped here. I can always fly back home. I’m just tired of thinking about it. So I’ve decided that…”

Only a few seconds had passed and in the corner of your eye, you saw Jennie shifting in the bed beside you as she grew increasingly impatient.

“I’m staying here. I think part of me always knew, but I could never commit to it fully,” you said in a quiet voice. Before saying it out loud you were both nervous and unsure, but hearing it and having the words come out, you couldn't have felt more at peace with your decision. Glancing over to see Jennie’s reaction, you sat there and waited for her to react. She sat motionless beside you and you weren't sure if she had heard you at all.

But before you could ask, very swiftly she turned her whole body to face you and sprung herself onto you, and instinctively you turned your body in a way as to avoid her crashing into your injured arm. Luckily, when her body hit yours, she didn’t hit your wrist nor did she have enough momentum to make you both fall back against the bed.

Jennie’s arms were the first to connect with your body, and after they had landed around your shoulders, her chin was the next part of her body to hit. Landing right on your collarbone, but not hard enough to hurt you. And once you were sure that you were steady, you wrapped your arms around her and hugged her back as tightly as you could. “What happened to ‘I don’t want you to move here’” you mocked, using the exact words she had used minutes ago. You couldn’t see her, but you were sure she had rolled her eyes. For a few moments, she didn’t say a word and instead hugged you even tighter. When you were about to pull away, in a muffled voice you heard her ask, “for real?”

          With Jennie still hugging you tightly, you took in a deep breath. Nothing could ruin this moment. Despite your feelings earlier, everything felt right. Never in your life did you feel so sure of what you were about to say, and so, not wasting any more time you said, “yes Jennie. For real.”

[end of flashback]

Just before telling them, you looked over at Jennie and the two of you smiled and laughed. Besides Jennie, Lex was the only one that knew of your plans to stay. Your smile was so wide, that you were sure that if you wasted any more time, you would surely offend them in some way. So, to avoid that, right away you told them the good news. “I’m not leaving.” It was short and to the point.

For what seemed like an eternity later, you and Jennie sat across from them, laughing and moving around in your seats. All they could do in front of you was sit there in shock, and after a few seconds, they bombarded you with questions.

“Forever?” “So, will you be here when we get back from touring?” “Are you coming with us on tour?” “When did you know?” “Did you know this entire time?” “Did Jennie know this whole time too?” they all asked.

It was hard to keep track of which questions they had asked first, and which ones you had the answers to, so you just started with what you knew. You were smiling so hard, that you could feel the muscles in your face start to cramp up. “I’m not exactly sure for how long I plan on staying here. Could be until the end of my new lease, or it could be forever. I’m not sure. I will still be here when you get back from touring, yes. As of now, I don’t have any plans to tag along on the tour, I feel like it wouldn’t be productive for either of us. I will probably fly out to some concerts though. And yes, she knew, we spoke about it this morning.”

You had answered all their questions as best as you could, but the only words they seemed to catch were the last ones. They all looked at Jennie with looks of betrayal on their faces; jokingly of course.

Jennie sat up in her chair and tried defending herself as best as she could. “You guys never asked me! How was I supposed to know?”

“Lisa said something about it during practice!” Rosé and Jisoo both argued.

“Oh. I must have not heard her then,” Jennie said quietly as she sat back in her seat, accepting her defeat.

“You never do,” you heard Lisa say quietly as she clutched her chest, causing everyone at the table to laugh.

…

[6:19 PM KST. One day before the premiere]

You were late. Nineteen minutes late to be exact. And so, you ran through the doors of the restaurant, hoping that Ethan would still be here and that he wasn’t ticked off.

Out of breath, you reached the front desk of the restaurant, and right away the host asked if you had a reservation. “It should be under Silver,” you told him. As you caught your breath, he stood there swiping away on the tablet in front of him. Once he had confirmed that you indeed did have a reservation, he led you toward the table. Every room you were guided through looked expensive and gave off a snobbish vibe; it was too fancy for your liking.

The colours that made up the rooms were mostly dark. The walls were covered in an old-fashioned looking wallpaper and had dark-stained wood finishings. The floors were carpeted and had designs that matched the wallpaper. The orange lighting didn’t help either.

When you looked around there was no one else in the room, and already seated at the table was Ethan. Like always, he was dressed in a fitted suit and had his cellphone in hand. Ethan had always planned these dinners with you the day before the release of each of your films, and almost every time you were late. Upon noticing you, he smiled and excitedly called out for you, but his attention was once again captured by his cellphone as it rang.

Thankfully you had a few minutes to relax in your seat while you watched him tap away at his phone, and when he was done he placed it down on the table just like you had done.

“So… Y/N, how have you been?” Ethan asked you, as he unfolded the napkin and placed it on his lap. Which prompted you to do the same, though you struggled to do it with just the one hand.

“I’ve been doing well, and you?” you asked while trying to hide your broken wrist underneath the table.

As you said the words he stared at your arm in the sling, and in a tone that hinted at both disapproval and disbelief, he said, “I can see that. As for myself, I have been doing just fine. The company is doing well, and we’re looking forward to the release tomorrow. Are you excited?”

Ethan was never one to shy away from things, and so he just kept looking at the scratches that covered your temple and the cast that was around your wrist. Usually, when you caught people staring, they would give you a sympathetic look and then move on, but he just kept looking at it.

You sighed and said, “please stop staring at the arm. It’s fine. As for the release, you could say I have mixed feelings about it. Obviously I’m worried about the people’s reactions, but on the other hand, I could not be more satisfied and happier that it’s finally coming to an end. Another film done… I’m having a hard time accepting that it’s all over.”

As he listened to you speak, he shook his head and reassured you. “Don’t worry about what others think, I’ve seen it already. People will love it. My daughter loved it, so I know it will do well in her demographic, which was our target anyways. You did a great job Y/N, now it’s time to sit back and enjoy.”

His last words reminded you of what you wanted to discuss with him. We’re taking a break, said the voice in your head. “About that…”

Your reluctance to speak caused him to sit up straighter in his chair, with both of his elbows propped up on the table and his fingers entwined. It’s now or never Y/N.

“Go on,” he said.

“I want… to take a break after this documentary is released. This isn’t me handing in my resignation or retiring. I love my job and I wish to do it for the rest of my life, there’s no doubt about it. It’s just I feel like mentally, I need a break. I have spent the last seven– and now almost eight years, filming the lives of other people. This past year has taught me a lot, and while I’m still young… I would like to live my own life I guess. I’ve made many friends and experienced a lot of new things… so I’ve decided that I want to stay here in South Korea with–”

“–with Jennie.” Ethan finished.

What? Did I hear that correctly? How did you know? Well, that certainly wasn’t a no.

You thought while sitting there completely dumbfounded. At the exact same moment, the waiter came by and placed a basket of bread and butter in between the two of you.

Ethan didn’t look disappointed or unhappy about your decision but looked like he was thinking. When the waiter was gone, he finally spoke, “she’s your girlfriend, yes?”

“You knew? How? Are you not… upset? Or?” you struggled to ask.

He took a sip of water and sat back in his chair, smiling. Was it in satisfaction? “I have eyes all over the place at YG, Y/N. Now, I know I don’t have a say in your personal relationships, but I would have liked for you to at least let me know. I need to be able to protect you and the company… This may sound harsh, but don’t forget that your actions reflect on the very company we both work for. People associate you with Universal. So, although I don’t expect you to tell me everything, you have to let me in on some things. Things like this can quickly get dangerous.”

Well, the cat’s out of the bag, you might as well own up to it.

You tried clearing your throat with water, but no matter how much you drank, the lump in your throat wouldn’t go away. “You would be correct then. She is– I am dating her. And I apologize for keeping you in the dark, I didn’t realize how selfish I was being. I never want to put the company in danger.”

“As for your decision. I have no idea why you’re so nervous. Our contracts expire yearly, you’re free to do what you wish. There’s nothing I can do, and even if there was something I wouldn't want to. I care about you Y/N, as both an employee and as someone who I consider a family member. I may push you to do things, but that’s only because I know it will help you grow, be that as a director or a person in general. Exactly like with this job, the decision has always been yours. If you want a break, it won’t be me that’s stopping you from taking it this time.”

For the second time today, you sat there speechless. When you really thought about it there was nothing he could do and you realized that the only person holding you back this entire time, was you. The ends of your mouth instantly curved up into a smile once you saw that things were coming together. No more overthinking, just doing from now on.

There was an awkward silence that took over and having no one else in the room only amplified that. In a way it was deafening. Until Ethan cleared his throat, threw his napkin over his plate and loosened his tie. You thought he might be annoyed, but to your relief, he laughed as he said, “my daughter was right after all. I seem to always start dinner with the wrong things. I didn’t mean for this to get awkward. Is it the restaurant? Should we leave and just find a pizza spot?”

You laughed as he spoke; this wasn’t how you were expecting this conversation to go with your boss. While you took one last look around the empty room, you got up from your chair and said, “yes please.”

//

[6:04 AM KST, day of the premiere]

You woke up to a heavy arm landing on your stomach. Only having the energy to open one eye, you peered over at Jennie. She had her eyes closed and was mumbling something. “Y/N your alarm. Turn it off.”

When you sat up, suddenly and all at once, you felt the lack of sleep catch up to you. For the past few nights you and the girls stayed up late into the early morning's binge-watching tv shows or playing video games, and every morning you told yourself it was the last time.

On your bedside table, your phone was playing it’s set ringtone, which was supposed to be calming but didn’t at all make you feel that way. Once you were able to turn it off, you rubbed your eyes and fell back against your pillow. Just one more minute. Not even a few seconds later, Jennie had hit you once more. “Get up. You get ready first today.”

Whenever you guys had to leave for work together, you fought over who should get up first. But because of the accident, today would be the first morning in a while that you did, which made you realize what today was. Release day. No longer did you feel tired but energized by the mix of sudden nervousness and excitement. Swinging your legs off the side of the bed, you got up to go to the bathroom. Slowly and carefully you took off the splint that was around your wrist and headed into the shower. Don’t slip. Don’t slip. Don’t slip.

While in the shower you thought about what you had on your schedule. First was the meeting with both YG and Universal, the press conference, a private showing with a few Blackpink fans, and then finally dinner with both companies.

After giving the conditioner enough time to soak in your hair, you stepped forward so that the water pouring out from the showerhead could wash it away, and immediately you felt comforted by the warm temperature of the water that was cascading down your body. However, that was all short-lived as you felt two cold arms snake their way around to the front of your stomach; your abs tensing up at the sudden contact. Jennie.

“You couldn’t wait for me to finish huh?” you asked.

“Nope.”

…

[8:30 AM KST, day of the premiere]

While sitting at the conference table, you anxiously bounced your leg up and down. Was it the espresso you had this morning or was it because you were nervous? Either way, you couldn’t stop moving.

You and Lex were the only ones in the room. Arriving at YG this morning, you and Jennie had to split up; she went to meet up with the rest of her members and you went straight to the conference room. The meeting was set to start any minute, and yet there was no sign of anyone.

Lex sat in the chair next to you, writing out an email to your landlord. You could see her looking at you from time to time through the corner of her eye. Though this time when she did it, she said something. “Can you stop fidgeting? Just relax.”

Just then through the frosty glass of the conference room, you saw a large group of people make their way to the door of the room, prompting you and Lex to stand up from your chairs. Very casually, both YG and Ethan came into the room, laughing on their way in. Every time you saw them, they were always laughing together. Then very quickly they were followed by six others, who you did not recognize. Two of them tried their best to sneak in unnoticed, but nevertheless, you saw them anyway; the others looked much more confident and stuck out their hands to introduce themselves. Two were translators that worked with the company, and the other two were other business executives.

The next group to enter was the girls and their managers. It was exactly like the first meeting, though this time you knew each other and were much more comfortable.

Once the introductions were over, you all took a seat at the table and started the meeting. Both YG and Ethan sat at the head of the table, side by side. Behind them in the two chairs against the wall, sat two people who you had come to learn were their assistants. Respectively and immediately in the chairs beside them were the translators. On the side closest to Ethan sat you, Lex and two others from Universal.

YG’s side consisted of two people from his company, then Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé and Lisa. It was a quick meeting before the press conference; you were told ahead of time that you would see the rest of the staff who worked on the documentary at the dinner later today.

Ethan cleared his throat and looked around the room just before opening his mouth to speak. “Hello again everyone. It has been a while, but I must say that it’s good to see you all here in person, and not through a TV screen. I’m sure everyone here, myself included, cannot be more thrilled over the release of this joint project. So on behalf of my company, I would like to say thank you first and foremost. Whether you were the one filming, being filmed, or like me, did work behind the scenes, thank you. Second, I’m beyond grateful that we got to make this whole thing happen, and I hope that it isn’t our last project together. If I had champagne I would make a toast, but we will save that later for tonight.”

With that, the translators went to work in translating his speech for everyone in the room. After they were done everyone clapped once they understood. The next to speak was YG who made the same kind of speech, more or less. Following YG, everyone at the table expected you to make a speech, but you said that you would save it for the dinner later in the day.

All that was left for the day was the press conference with Korea’s media and a few international networks. The event was to be held in the same large auditorium where you and the members were seated almost exactly a year ago.

…

[9:55 AM KST, day of the premiere]

If everyone would kindly take their seats, we can get started on the questions. Please have your equipment and questions ready.

This message was repeated a few times over in both Korean and in English, and when the room fell silent you took a deep breath before somebody could be picked to ask the first question. This time Jennie sat in the chair beside you and held your hand underneath the table, which always lessened the anxiety you felt by a considerable amount. You hoped this time that there would be no questions on your personal life. The night before you and Lex went over some possible questions they might ask, and you hoped that the press would avoid it altogether, but you knew that was impossible in this industry.

A reporter in the second row was chosen first. In a rush, he stood up flipping through the tiny notebook he had in his hands, and the cameraman beside him could only look at him disapprovingly. Poor guy.

“This question i– is for Y/N. Having filmed the members of Blackpink for a couple months, one would assume that you have more footage than what you have shown in the documentary. Surely you must have caught some really embarrassing moments on camera, do you recall any in particular? Specifically, one that didn’t make the cut?” he asked nervously.

You were kind of disappointed at the question. It was a recycled one that had been asked in the countless other conferences you had previously, but you answered it anyway. Eyeing each of the girls, in turn, they each jokingly put on a worried expression, earning a laugh from the media.

“There was– I’m kidding. There were many embarrassing moments caught on camera, and some you might even see in the doc. However, to answer your question, I did promise that at the start of filming, that if the girls in any way felt that they weren’t comfortable with sharing a certain clip or being filmed, then it wouldn’t be included no questions asked… With that being said, I’m sure you will be more than satisfied with what’s shown.”

The second question was for you again. This time a woman was picked and she was much more prepared. “This question is for Y/N. Now that you have spent all this time getting to know each of the members personally… Did anything about them surprise you at all? And do you have a favourite?”

Everyone in the room laughed at her last question, including you.

“I’m assuming you’re asking whether I had any preconceptions?” you asked to clarify, and when she nodded you continued. “I try not to go into a job with any. I’d much rather see things for myself. Before any job such as this, there’s going to be research that’s required… so, I guess to answer your question, it would be no. They are exactly like what has been shown in their previous projects. And to answer your other question… I’m afraid I don’t have an answer to that. They are all special to me in their individual ways.”

The last part was a politician’s way of answering, but it was true. From a romantic perspective of course it was Jennie, but from a friendship perspective, you didn’t have one. They all meant something different to you.

Another person was picked, but thankfully this time the question was for the girls which gave you time to drink some water. “This question is for Blackpink. Can each of you in five words or less describe Y/N?”

Jisoo: She’s. My. Other. Little. Sister.

Jennie: The. Love. Of. My. Life.

Lisa: The. Best. Partner. In. Crime.

Rosé: The. Fifth. Member. Of. Blackpink.

You sat back in your chair smiling and laughing at each of them as they answered. Each answer received the same reaction from the media. Jennie’s answer made your heart flutter but to the rest of the media, it didn’t stand out and there was no way they could have known.

The conference continued for another hour until it was time for the last question and the person that was chosen to ask you, was a reporter from none other than ET; the company notorious for giving you hell.

From the way you sat waiting, Jennie probably could feel how tense and anxious you were, and so you felt her squeeze and graze over your hand with her thumb underneath the table.

The reporter pulled out a few of her notes before proceeding to ask her question, “this question is for Y/N. According to the public record, it says here that you have already sold your apartment back home and have recently begun the process of buying property here in South Korea. With that being said, do you have another project lined up here? Is there a specific reason for keeping you here in South Korea? What is so special about South Korea that you’ve decided to stay here? Could you please elaborate on your decision to make this place your new home?”

Okay. That’s not too bad. I know what you’re trying to get at, but I will give you an answer to chew on you piranhas.

Just before answering with what you had rehearsed the night before, you looked at Jennie. For a brief moment, you thought about answering the question with her name, but after your talk with Ethan about the consequences of your actions, you decided against it. Still, that fact didn’t make it untrue. After all, wasn’t home supposed to be a place where you felt the most comfortable? The happiest? Right beside Jennie was where you felt those things; she held the keys to your solace, warmth, and peace… all the things you associated with a home. With Jennie was where you belonged.

While lost in your thoughts, Jennie and Jisoo both gave you a weird look which reminded you to answer the question you had just been asked.

Sitting up straighter and adjusting the mic in front of you, you answered with confidence this time. “As of now, I do not have another project lined up for me. But what I can tell you is that after much discussion with the people closest to me, I have chosen to take a break from filming so that I can spend quality time with my loved ones. Now with that being said…” you trailed off, and to your surprise, the press sat there quietly and waited for you to finish.

As you spoke, the memories of all that you had gone through this last year ran through your head in a flash. A year ago you sat on this very stage, never more confused or heartbroken in your life, and now to be back here in the exact opposite situation was something you could have never seen coming. The words kept pouring out, and you couldn't help but smile and watch as the press in front of you ate up every word you said.

“…I hope you can all respect my decision. For now, I am done with living my life through a lens.”

[kileyrose-2003]

How Rebecca characters would react to you saying you love them:

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you all are doing well and I've missed you all. It's been forever since I've done any writing and I'm sorry. I'm slowly getting to all your fics and request. I mentioned I was having problems with my mental health during the spring. I still am and life has thrown way more twist and turns than I've expected in the past few months. But I'm learning to manage.

This post is for my dear friend @merci-bitch who has been with me through all the twist and turns and dealing with all my craziness. Words can't describe how much it means to me. I love you and thank you for everything. I hope you enjoy and take care of yourselves lovelies!

Rose

Rose has telepathy and many other psychic abilities

Unlike various members of The True, she can read you like a book

At this point in time you'd be a rube

Not to mention she's very smug

She's hot and she knows it

And Rose has no shame

Like I've mentioned before, Rose internalizes affection

She loves The True Knot but her moments of greatest affection are strictly towards you and Crow

So you'd have to tell her in private to get at least a not so cold reaction out of her

But she wouldn't be surprised

She'd smile at you teasingly

Strut towards you with her posture like that of a queen

She'd run her fingers through your hair and smile

Place a small little kiss on your forehead

"I know."

Do not underestimate this woman's cockiness. Crow is not the only one who has a god complex in The True Knot.

And Rose has the greatest one of them all

She won't return the words back at first

Rose has seen so many people come and go over the years

But she will show you how much she loves you and let's say you won't be a rube much longer

Riza

Riza is seductive as hell

But like Rose, she shares her softer moments towards you and only you.

And she also knows she's hot

The two of you would be at home together with Riza looking lovely as always

You'd be in the beginning stages of dating and either be watching a movie together or just cuddling

Riza is totally the big spoon

She'd be a few drinks in and gets bored

"Come darling, let's go have some fun together!"

"Define fun."

This would lead to the two of you stumbling upstairs to Riza's room

She'd be throwing her clothes all over the place as she tried to dress you up

"Oh come on Y/n! Try this dress. You'd look beautiful wearing this to the club."

"Riza, you are drunk."

"And?"

As you continue to rant on about how she did not need another drink her lips would come crashing down on yours

It's unexpected but a very good type of unexpected

By the time the two of you would pull away from the kiss, you'd both be panting

"I love you."

Like Rose she's smug, but it's a grateful smug that leads to her lifting you up that way your legs are wrapped around your waist

"I know and I love you too."

It's a lustful 'I love you' but she does mean

She'd show you how much she loves you too

Kathleen

Now Kathleen is the wild card here because she'd be the one to say I love you first

She's a bit of a drinker and loves a good party

But she is very in touch and has a good sense of how she's feeling over all

She's been in enough relationships to knos when she cares and doesn't care for a person

But she cares for you deeply, you'd know each other from the time you were kids

The two of you would be at a party together and she'd be drunk as hell, she loves her martini's

Kathleen would be kissing you all over and trying to flirt with different people

But you're the one who keeps her under control and stops her from doing anything she'd regret the next morning

You are the responsible one in this relationship but you don't mind

At the end of the night she'd barely be able to walk and she'd stay at your apartment overnight

Subconsciously she'd curl up next to you in her sleep and you'd give a small smile, gently caressing her hair and you'd hold it for her the next morning when she experiences one of her worser hangovers

You wouldn't leave her side and it would mean alot to her

The 'I love you' slips from her lips softly as she starts to recover, fighting on the verge of sleep

You'd happily return the words and place a small kiss on her temples, making her give you that cheeky smile you learned to love

The next time you see her, she'd make sure to have something special set up for you to really reinforce her words

Jenny

With Jenny it would be a very unexpected I love you

You were one of the first people who made friends with her when she decided to tour with the circus

The two of you would go shopping together, have dinner, sing, etc.

So naturally the two of you were close

You knew her like the back of your hand and in return she knew you the same

You never thought you'd grow feelings for her but over time you couldn't help to

Her voice was just so pretty and the way she looked at you made you feel like you were the only person in the world she had eyes for

You knew she thought she loved Phineas though

And that hurt like hell but yet you still couldn't help but have a soft spot for her

She'd come to you crying after Phineas turned her away and you'd be there to comfort her

Even though you really wanted to tell her I told you so

After she'd calm down from crying, you'd hug her for a little

Murmuring a small 'I love you' in her ear

She'd move away from you confused

"You do?"

You were so scared she'd push you away in that moment

She didn't know what to think at first, as part of her was afraid she'd end up hurt again and she was confused

But she gave you the chance and she was glad she did

When she left the circus, she took you with her and neither of you ever looked back

Dinah

Dinah has been hurt alot

But all she really wants is someone to love, who loves her in return just as much or even more

She seriously needs a hug

You met her a little after she gave birth and she always seemed a little sad

You were one of the very few people who treated her with kindness in a long time so she immediately grew close to you

Neither of you had a lot of spare time, as you were trying to balance spending time with her and support your family

Life in the biblical period in Egypt was not easy for women by any means

But the moments the two of you could spend together, you'd cherish

The day you told Dinah you loved her, she was having a really rough day

She felt like she was trapped and alone, and she wanted her son

So you sat there with her, hugging her while she cried

You murmured sweet nothings in her ear, trying to sooth her

And that's when the I love you slipped out

She was scared at first but after sinking it in, for the first time in forever she smiled

She'd almost immediately return the I love you and it made you so happy

The two of you had to sneak around to see each othet after that but every day and second of it was worth it

Rebecca

Rebecca would not be shocked at all

She's a natural snogger and loves to hug people

So the two of you would have a very, openly affectionate friendship

You've known each other for forever

The two of you would be out doing a promotional interview for a movie you both were working on together

And because the two of your personalities blend together, you both would be giggling the entire time

There's zero seriousness with either of you in the same room

Which made Rebecca kind of glad because people on the film set were trying to hit on you, and she distracted you from that

Eventually the interviewer would get a bit annoyed and leave the room for a quick break

The two of you would be laughing still

"If we're like this now can you imagine what we're going to be like when we're old?"

"Same sense of humor but fifty years later. He's right though. You'll still be as pretty as you are today."

You'd give a tiny aww and that's when the I love you would slip out

She'd give your cheek and immediately turn the I love you with her typical, bright smile

God, she's seriously so cute

Ilsa

The I love you that you gave Ilsa was a very scary one and highly unexpected

The two of you have known each other for years and have been close friends

You got paired up for a mission

It was supposed to be an easy in and out

The two of you thought you had everything under control, the room cleared out

And then you got shot

Once in the leg and other time in the stomach

Ilsa immediately took care of the person who hurt you

But she was panicking because you were bleeding bad

She called for help but was honestly scared you weren't going to make it

It was then that you told her you loved her

Ilsa is a strong woman but she did shed a tear or two

"I love you too. Everything is going to be fine. I promise."

When the ambulance finally got there and it was time for them to put you on the stretcher, she refused to leave you

She sat with you the entire time, holding your hand and trying to get you to stay with her

Once you got to the hospital you immediately had to be taken for surgery

You made it through with no complications

When you woke up the next morning she was still sitting by your side and you were so grateful.

You loved her too much to ever want to be away from her again

And she felt the same way. She was just so glad you were okay.

[jamielea81]

Conversations

Chapter 4

Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, drinking, and drunk texting.

A/N: Italics are internal thoughts.

Chapter 3

“Where do you want to eat?” Brooks asked once the two of you reached a strip of fast food and casual eateries.

Both of you left the office in search of a late lunch. In actuality, Brooks surprised you in the parking lot when you pulled in. You had just eaten breakfast two hours prior, but hey, if he was paying, you were going.

“Champs is always good,” you said.

Brooks hummed in reply, but kept walking past the entrance, leaving you standing there puzzled.

“Okaaaaay,” you said as you jogged to catch up. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Okay. Sure. We’ll go with that,” you replied.

When you passed the fifth restaurant, you quickly walked ahead, grabbing the door for Panera Bread and holding it open for him. “In! Now!”

He chucked, shook his head, and walked in, you following behind.

With a large, apple and chicken salad in front of you, as well as large hunk of bread, you decided to let the two of you eat in peace before the interrogation began.

“Do you really need three packets of butter for that piece of bread?” he questioned.

You pointed the plastic butter knife at him. “It’s rude to talk with your mouth full. And yes, this is a lot of bread, so it deserves a proportionate amount of butter. Bread and butter give me life. Don’t hate,” you replied, tearing a chunk off.

He closed his mouth, chewing a large bite of his sandwich but giving you a large closed lipped smile.  

After your stomach was overstuffed by the bread you insisted on eating, you took a large sip of water, eyeing Brooks who now had his phone in hand.

“You and Jana are too much alike. Always so serious on your damn phones,” you said. Pushing your cup away because you were just too full for even water.

“One to talk. I hear you are mighty chatty with those…Evans guys,” he whispers at the end causing you to roll your eyes.

“They’re both friends,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.

“Not with Chris from what I hear,” he said, the smugness thick.

You bite out a laugh. “From what you hear. You mean Jana? That’s your big scoop?  You’re such a punk.”

“I’m just sayin’ that it all sounds flirty to me.”

“Remind me to not tell Jana anything anymore,” you said.

He gives you a half smile, but says nothing else.

“It’s not like that. He’s Brish Mevins.” Brooks chuckles at the fake name you gave Chris. “Have you seen the girls he’s dated?”

Brooks shakes his head no, but picks up his phone and starts typing away. You put your hand over it, forcing it down.

“Neither have I, and I want to keep it that way. But I’m sure they’re gorgeous and probably all actresses. Besides, sometimes people just flirt. I do it too. It’s fun,” you replied.

“Think what you will, but be open to it,” Brooks says, taking his finger and tapping your nose.

“Dorks. That’s the only types of people I know.” Brooks scrunches up his face and gives you a smile. “Any way. Tell me what’s up and don’t say it’s nothing.”

He lets out a long breath but sits up straighter, his face instantly changing to one that’s excited. “I got a job offer,” he exclaims.

“A different one at the paper?” you asked.

He shakes his head no. “It’s with an online news organization. It’s still a sales position, but it’s better pay and I can work from anywhere.”

“Don’t leave me there by myself,” you pout. “You can’t buy me lunch if you’re at home.” Bottom lip sticking out.

“You’re hardly there by yourself. How often have I come to your desk and your busy chatting with the women around you?” he asked.

While you are extremely happy for your friend, damn, are you going to miss seeing him every day.

“Not the same.” You take a big breath in. “But I want the best for you. So, if you’re happy, I’ll be happy. The Cole family is certainly moving up. You with this new job and Jana making partner.”

Brooks throws a hand up. “Don’t jinx it. Nothing’s been announced yet.”

You copy his stance, adding your second hand in. “Fine. Fine. But it’s going to happen.”

 It’s media day at Walt Disney’s Hollywood Studios. The second attraction, Rise of the Resistance in Galaxy’s Edge is opening and you are quite excited. You hadn’t always loved the Star Wars franchise, not getting into the movies until your early twenties thanks to an old boyfriend who was pretty obsessed. This ride is supposed to be a huge deal and with very little revealed to the public thus far, you’re stoked.

There’s a big presentation by CEO Robert Iger with some surprise guests. Storm Troopers are roaming the currently empty stage while various members of the media prepare to go live once the presentation starts. A borrowed camera with a zoom lens from the paper rests in your hand. You also have your digital voice recorder ready to go. It would be easier to film the event and take stills from the video, but with a good number of YouTubers making up the event, you can always catch what you missed later that night.

Robert Iger walks on the stage while small pyrotechnics fire off from the back. Cheers all around. The buzz in the air is catchy and you find yourself fangirling more than anything. The special guests end up being Daisy Ridley and John Boyega as both actors play a part in the ride.

You’re given a return time to ride the attraction that day. Seeing that you have about an hour until your time slot, you peruse the shops selling various themed wares. Even the bottles of Coke products are themed to match the land. You purchase an orbed shape bottle of Sprite and snap a selfie sending it off to Scott.

Scott: Sprite? You’re in Star Wars land and you get soda. Where’s the blue milk?

You laugh at his reply.

Y/N: Star Wars land? It’s called Galaxy’s Edge Grumpy.

Y/N: Have you tried the blue milk? I’ll stick with the pop thank you very much.

Scott: Pop?! What the fuck is pop?

Scott: How long have you lived in Florida. The word you’re looking for is soda.

Y/N: Whatever 🙄

 You snuck a selfie with a Storm Trooper and sent it to Chris. A few minutes later he was calling you.

“Hey babe,” you answered.

Yeah, your friendship had taken on another nickname. He called you sweetheart and you called him babe. The first time you said it to him you cringed. Like full body folded in half while you waited for a reaction. You didn’t mean to say it, but Chris took to calling you almost daily. He had a long break in his schedule and you had become part of his day. One day the word just slipped out. It felt natural. When he went on as if nothing happened, you relaxed. The nickname slipped out more and more as if that were his name.

“You’re killing me sweetheart! Are you there for the paper?” he asked.

“Yeah. Story will post tomorrow if you want to read it. I’m about to go on Rise of the Resistance in a few minutes.”

“Of course, I want to read it. Send me the link tomorrow. Gah! I’m jealous,” he whined.

You let out a giggle. “Get your butt to Orlando then. If you can’t swing the cost of a hotel, you can stay with me,” you replied.

“Uh-huh, okay, Sassy. I’ll let you know. Go enjoy your day smartass,” he said.

“You wouldn’t put up with me if you didn’t like it,” you teased.

“Need to stop talking to Scott. Apparently, he’s a bad influence on you,” Chris said.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. But I’m going to head over to the line. I’ll call you later babe,” you said.

“Sounds good sweetheart. Bye,” Chris said ending the call.

Rise of the Resistance was not only visually stunning, but action packed. There were so many details that no doubt you could ride ten additional times and still not catch them all. The Sentinel was lucky to have a Disney enthusiast such as yourself on staff. Whenever there was a Disney Parks story needed, they knew yours would trump the competition. While you knew you were good at your job, you were also your worst critic and struggled to really put yourself out there. This is why you mainly worked on assignment with only writing a story of your choosing from time to time.

On your way out of the park, you purchased a Mickey Premium Ice Cream Bar. You took a bite out of one of the ears and snapped a selfie. The picture was quickly sent to Chris since he asked you to mail one to him a month again.

Y/N: I was going to mail this but he just looked so damn tempting.

Chris: I may not talk to you for a while. I think you understand why.

Y/N: I refuse to believe that. I’ll call you later.

Chris: We’ll see

What a baby.

 It was Christmas Eve and you were freezing cold in your mom’s house. The heat was on, but she liked to keep the thermostat set to sixty eight to keep the gas bill low. Living in Florida for fifteen years had thinned your blood. The one positive about being back in Minnesota in the winter besides seeing your family, were the cute winter clothes you could wear again. Despite the warmer temperatures all year round in Central Florida, clothing stores still sold tall boots and thick sweaters.

Dressed in a large cream cowl neck sweater, dark blue jeans, and fuzzy red and white stripped socks, you were still freezing. You pulled the green throw blanket up to your neck, wishing someone would hold your mug of hot cocoa spiked with Baileys up to your lips so you wouldn’t have to remove your hands from under your blanket.

“When did you turn into such a baby?” Heath, your younger brother asked.

Like a true baby, you stuck your tongue out at him. He smirked but shook his head at you before sitting down next to you on the couch. Your mom and her sisters are in the kitchen, fussing with dinner, but mostly drinking wine. The “kids” who are all in their late twenties and thirties include your cousins Jenny, Rebecca, Tony, and Nick and his wife Avery, as well as yourself and Heath.

You brother reaches forward and grabs your mug off the coffee table, taking a sip before passing it to you.

“This is weak,” he said.

“Not all of us need a splash of cocoa in our Baileys,” you replied.

“When’s the last time we all got drunk together?” Jenny asked.

“Not since Nick’s wedding and that was like ten years ago,” Rebecca replies.

“Count us out, we got the kids watching TV in basement and need to get home tonight,” Avery said.

Nick frowns causing you to chuckle.

“I’m game, but I don’t want to get Baileys drunk. What else do we have?” you asked.

Heath got up and walked into the kitchen, politely smiling at your mother before opening a cabinet. It was taking some effort as he was trying to reach the back of the cupboard. A few seconds later he walked back into the living room with his hands behind his back. Like a magician unveiling his trick, he pulls the bottle from behind his back.

The group of you oohs at the green bottle of Jägermeister.

“We’re going to be so sick,” Rebecca said.

“On Christmas,” you add. “Why does mom have a bottle of Jägermeister?

Fuck. Mom is going to be so mad at us.

“It’s mine from like five years ago. I left it here and forgot all about it,” Heath chuckles.

“Do we have shot glasses?” Jenny asked.

“Doubt it,” Heath said.

“But we do have Dixie cups in the bathroom.” Tony said, getting up from his seat and moving into the bathroom.

Heath grabbed his phone and hit play on his nineties music playlist. It may be Christmas Eve, but this was really a get together with your family since you mainly only came home once a year. Even then, not everyone was able to get together every year.

With your first shot in hand, you snap a selfie. Best to do it now before I start to get sloppy.

Downing the shot with your brother and cousins, you grab your phone to fire off a text, attaching the picture to send Chris and then to Scott.

Y/N: Cheers to a Merry Christmas

Scott’s the first to reply as you finish your second shot.

Scott: Someone’s getting holly and jolly

You giggled at that causing your family to all send you a questioning look.

“These shots are already going straight to my head,” you said quickly.

“Drinking game!” Heath shouts. “Since we know the Christmas Story is on TV, anytime someone says Ralphie, we drink.”

“We are so getting wasted tonight,” Tony said.

“Mom,” you called out. She walked from the kitchen into the living room where you all were. “I think everyone but Nick and Avery are staying over.”

“You kids,” she sighs as she shakes her head walking away.

Your phone buzzed in your hand. Chris had responded to your text.

Chris: God you’re adorable.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach with heat instantly rising to your cheeks. You hoped the alcohol you consumed was a good enough cover for the redness you were no doubt showing.

Your phone started to buzz in your hand repeatedly. You were so lost in your thoughts, you almost missed the call entirely.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Merry Christmas sweetheart.” Chris said. His voice was a little rough, making you shiver.

“Hi Ba-Chris,” you said, almost slipping out the nickname in front of your family. Getting up quickly, you moved to your old bedroom for privacy.

“How’s your Christmas so far?” he asked.

“Really good. It’s like the first Christmas in maybe five years where all my cousins on my mom’s side could come,” you said. “We’re having a really good time.”

He chuckled. “I can see that. How many paper cups of alcohol have you had?”

“Only two. Probably a lot more to come,” you replied. “Besides, it’s warming me up. It’s like I get amnesia about the weather.”

“I bet. Too much sunshine. It’s cold here too,” Chris said.

“Are you and Scott in Boston?” you asked.

“Yep, for like the last week. Probably be here another couple of weeks. You should come to Boston,”

What?

You cleared your throat. “Like now?” you asked.

Chris chuckled again. Damn, if that laugh didn’t get you every time.

“Like in general.” He pauses for a moment. “You should come out sometime. Scott’s here a lot. I’m here a lot. It would be fun. Give ya the whole New England experience,” he said.

“You know, it’s cold in Massachusetts,” you chuckled out.

“It’s a good thing you look so cute in sweaters,” he said, seriousness in his voice.

Okay fine. I like Chris. I like him, like him. Fuck.

You’re rendered speechless. Yes, he’s flirty every once in a while, via text message, but hearing it over the phone is something else. It’s almost not fair that he can say those things but be a thousand miles away most days.

“Hello? Did I lose you sweetheart?” Chris asked.

“Sor…sorry. Yeah, I’ll think about it,” you stammered.

“Come in the fall. It’s beautiful in the fall and not too cold for you.”

“Okay. Yeah. We’ll work it out,” you replied.

“I’m holding you to it.” Chris said.

“Y/N? Where’d you go?” Rebecca called from the other room.

“Hey, Chris. I’m being summoned in the next room. M’sure I’m a few drinks behind by now,” you replied.

“Okay, sweetheart. Go have fun with your family,” he said.

“You too, babe. Merry Christmas,”

“Merry Christmas,” he replied.

You were indeed late to the party as everyone was plenty tipsy by the time you walked back into the living room. Tony handing you a full paper cup before you could even sit down.

An hour later you had given up on drinking. You were at the point where you were just tipsy enough with zero percent chance of getting sick and that was plenty. You had a feeling your mom would be waking everyone up bright and early tomorrow.

You picked up your phone and sent Chris a text. Because having your phone while drunk was a great idea.

Y/N: We all want something beautiful

         Man, I wish I was beautiful

The two of you had a habit of sending song lyrics back and forth to each other. Since the nineties station was still playing on Heath’s phone, Mr. Jones seemed appropriate. And maybe the booze made you brave since the words had hidden meaning to your crush on Chris.

Chris: A little Counting Crows on Christmas?

Y/N: Why not? Sometimes Christmas makes you nostalgic for the 90s.

“One more shot. Come on. Just one more. You’re never home to get drunk with me anymore.” Heath sniggered.

“You are a bad influence on me,” you teased, poking him in his chest. “Fine. One more and that’s it.”

One more turned into three more and you were suddenly sloppy drunk. You said goodnight to everyone, after throwing them extra blankets and pillows you scrounged up from your bedroom.

Alone in your room, you couldn’t get your mind off of Chris. After calling you cute and inviting you to Boston, not to mention the flirty texts, it was all too much.

Y/N: I think yur so cutte

Y/N: so nice n sweet

Y/N: just derseve everything you evr want

Y/N: wish yo not so far away

Predictive text doesn’t catch everything apparently, but you’re pretty sure he would get what you were saying. Before you could type another devotion to Chris, your phone rang, causing you to drop it on your head.

“Motherfucker!” you exclaimed, rubbing your aching head.

The phone continued to ring regardless of your pain.

“Hello?” you groaned.

“So, I’m going to take a shot in the dark here and say that you are trying to text my brother.” Scott said.

“Scott! Hi! I miss you!”

He chuckled. “Yeah, Yeah. Miss you too Sassy. Sounds like someone’s a little drunk.”

You giggled. “You’re a little drunk!”

“Oh my god. I should be recording this call.” He murmured.

You laughed because that’s what you did when you drank. You weren’t sure why you were laughing, but Scott always put you in a good mood.

“Anyway. I’m going to call you tomorrow because you probably won’t remember this. I need you to put your phone away and go to sleep. Those text messages you thought you were sending to Chris, you actually sent to me,” he said.

You frowned, sticking out your bottom lip. “Can you show Chris? He needs to know,” you whined.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow sweetie. Now get some rest. Goodnight,” Scott said.

“Night Scott.”

 The next morning you groaned to the sounds of your mother banging pots and pans. You were pretty sure she was doing it on purpose. With every bang, it felt like your head was going to crack open. Taking a pillow from under your head, you put it over your face and prayed that you could fall back to sleep. But then you remembered something about telling Chris he was cute.

Oh no! He’s going to think I’m some sad, desperate girl.

You grabbed your phone, praying Chris didn’t reply. Maybe he’d ignore it and save you the embarrassment. But then you remembered Scott calling you.

“Thank god for Scott,” you mumbled.

Typing out a quick reply to Scott since he would now be considered your saving grace.

Y/N: Thank you for saving me from myself.

Scott: No problem Sassy. How are you feeling?

Y/N: Like death. Not drinking again, probably for years.

Scott: So dramatic.

Y/N: Merry Christmas Grumpy.

Scott: Merry Christmas Sassy.

You plugged your nearly dead phone in to charge and regrettably got out of bed since your mom continued to make way too much noise at nine in the morning. You took a shower, hoping it would make you feel more alive. Sadly, it did not.

After eating breakfast which consisted of pancakes since your mom took a little mercy on you, you crawled back into bed. Christmas dinner was being served at five, so you grabbed your phone to set an alarm for an or two, because you knew you would over sleep. As soon as you picked it up, you saw you had a text from Chris.

Chris: Merry Christmas sweetheart.

Chris Evans was going to be the death of you.

Chapter 5

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A Misunderstanding: Lee Minho Soulmate Au Pt.3

Hey guys, I know it’s been a while since I posted for this series and I would like to apologize for that. In the past couple of years, I have had things happening in my life for the good and the worse which has affected my overall health. Because of that, I was never in the right headspace to continue this series. But every now and then, I’ll get notification that people have read my series which makes me happy. Now, that everything is okay with me, I have decided to continue writing and finishing up this series. There will be another part to this with an epilogue in the end so do look out for that! But for now, do enjoy the continuation of this series, part 3 of A Misunderstanding!

PS: It’s been a while since I’ve written so that quality might be bad...

PSS: If you have any questions or requests do leave them in my box, I’ll be sure to read and write them because I have nothing else to do during quarantine now

But anyways, do enjoy reading!

- Iman

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Genre: Romance, Soulmate Au, Themes of Hanahaki Disease, Slight Angst

Pairing: Lee Minho (Stray Kids) x Reader

Word Count: 3195 words

Description: Y/N and Minho have been best friends for their entire life and have bonded as soulmates but there is one problem within this fantasy. Minho has been blinded and tricked by a fellow classmate by making him believe that he is her soulmate. A replica of Y/N and Minho’s soulmate bond has been tattooed on her body in spite of stealing him away from his original lover to fulfill her needs and crush on him. Now, if Y/N doesn’t find a way to bring Minho back to reality and become an official couple before the end of their high school careers, she will have to suffer from internal and external pain for the rest of her life because of the separation from her one and only. Will Y/N be able to make her best friend and her soulmate realize that she’s the one for him before it’s all too late? Or will she have to suffer the life-long consequences?

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2

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Minho’s POV

“Minho have you heard of soulmates? My grandma told me that two people who have the same mark on their body and fall in love with each other when they get older!” “That’s cool! I wonder if we have a mark or the same mark!” I remember hearing Y/N talk about the concept of soulmates when we were younger and it always intrigued me. After my mark was visible on the side of my torso, I always walked around town pulling up people’s sleeves and taking a quick glance at their arms to find a mark that was somewhat similar or identical to my own, however I couldn’t find anyone with any marks with birds flying and a bouquet of flowers so I started to lose faith and hope in the whole idea of soulmates. When senior year came along, I found Seoyun, my soulmate. I was ecstatic to finally find my soulmate after 17 years of finding them, but it affected my friendship with Y/N so badly I have caused her so much damage and pain. All this time, I was blinded by a girl who wanted me for my popularity and skills rather than falling in love with a gain who knew me inside and out and was always there for me no matter the time of day or the place I was at. However, I only realised my mistakes after seeing my best friend suffering alone at the hospital with a chance of either dying or losing all emotions due to her diagnosis of Hanahaki Disease. In order to find out more about my mistake and to learn in-depth, I decided to go back to the countryside quickly to visit my grandparents and the local shaman to talk about this issue. 

An hour bus ride back to Gimpo from Seoul is enough time for me to read the book Jennie gave me when we saw each other in the hospital. She told me to read it in order to understand what soulmates are and the consequences of soulmate rejections. I remember seeing this book in my parents’ house because of their special bond. My mother and father consequently are soulmates and they found out about their faith in college and got married a few years after the whole incident. When I get back, I want to talk to both of them about their experiences with the whole concept of soulmates. Anyways here we go, hopefully by the end of this, I can understand fully about this concept Y/N dearly loved ever since she was a child, fix my mistakes and make it up to her no matter what it takes. 

Gimpo Station, Gimpo Station. We will be arriving at Gimpo Station shortly. 

Well, that’s my station, hopefully both my grandparents and parents are home so that I can talk to all of them. I need to do this quickly before something bad happens to Y/N while I’m out. I make my way to my small house where I used to grow up in in the countryside, a lot of memories flash through my mind especially my memories with Y/N. The playground reminded me of the times where I would play at the swings with Y/N and push her from behind, I still here her scream “Push me higher! I want to touch the skies'' in my head. Makes me chuckle knowing that sometimes she’d lose her grip and fall on her face. Damn… she means a lot to me but I’m so lost, confused and blinded. I walk through the gates of my house and open the doors, a familiar smell of the house hits my nostril and brings me back to my childhood days, “Eomma, I’m home!” I reunited with my parents after 3 years of not seeing them because of my studies in Seoul and my dancing career under JYP Entertainment. Brief hugs and kisses are given but after all of that commotion, I pull both my grandparents and parents into the living so that we could talk about my problems and issues back in Seoul. “Eomma, Appa, I wanted to ask you about relationships and soulmate bonds in specific... Can you tell me about your story about how you met, how you got together. Also can you explain why this whole soulmate thing is really important and why people who are bonded should be other and not with other people?” 

“I see that you're having problems with Y/N and Seoyun, and you’re unsure who your real soulmate is. Don’t worry my child, we’ll help you find your true identity and loved one. I hope you have time on your hands because there’s a lot to talk about. So, sit down and pay attention to what we have to say.” 

After hours sitting down with my parents and finally understanding the concept of soulmates with their expertise, I have come to a conclusion that I have in fact messed up and caused great pain to the person that has been by my side since we were young and always supported my dreams. I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me for the pain and agony I have caused her but, I’ll do anything to make sure things are cleared between the both of us. I need to fix what I have caused and end things with Seoyun even if it means certain consequences. Before I take my leave back to Seoul, my parents give me their last advice and hand me a good luck charm hoping that I can mend things before things are too late.

“Minho, my baby, you need to know that the hanahaki disease may or may not take Y/N’s life after this considering the stage she’s currently in right now. It may hurt you and cause you pain after this as there were mishaps along the way that require consequences so do keep that in mind, but remember we’ll always be by your side and will help if you need anything from here onwards, okay?” My parents say while bringing me into a warm hug for support. I thank them and make my way out of the house and back to Seoul where I need to make things right with the girl I love. 

Y/N’s POV

Bright lights start coming into view and hushed noises start surrounding me as I wake up. 

“Hey babe, you’re finally awake. How are you feeling right now? Feeling better?” Jennie comes up to me from the chair across the room with a bottle of water in hand. I nod my head to her last question as my throat feels too dry to give a reply. “Here take this and drink up”

As I drink up the water she offers me, so many things start going around in my head. Am I okay? What’s going to happen to me after this? Is everything going to be alright? Am I even breathing properly? 

“Where is Minho?” I ask Jennie. 

She looked at me unsure of what to say which made me think he’s probably with Seoyun right now doing whatever. The thought of them together makes me so agitated that I started to cough out more flower petals in the process. Jennie looks at me frightened and runs out of the room in search of a nurse. As she leaves, I come to a decision that I can’t live like this anymore and decide to go through with the removal surgery regardless of the consequences that come with it. I look at the clock beside me and hope for whatever faith has in mind for my future.

Minho’s POV 

After arriving in Seoul after a long bus ride, I start making my way to Seoyun’s house to break things off with her and start fixing things with the girl I was supposed to be with a long time ago. Along the way, I start to think of ways to make it up to Y/N and how to apologize to her for all of the troubles and pain I have caused her. Seeing Seoyun’s house in the distance, I dash up to her front step hoping to end things quickly and make my way to the hospital. I knock on the door and wait a bit for her to come down. While standing outside, I hear her come down quickly and hear a slight tud.  

“Jagi what are you doing here? It’s late” Seoyun opens the door abruptly while looking slightly disheveled. I look at her up and down in confusion. While I am suspicious of her previous activities, I make my way into her home and sit on the couch telling her that we have to talk which makes her a bit uneasy. 

“Seoyun, just tell me the truth, are you really my soulmate?” I ask while I look up at her while she’s fixing her hair and shirt. “Of course, I am. Why are you asking that so suddenly? Why are we even talking about this right now? Can we talk about this tomorrow morning, I need to sleep babe”  She answers back. While I look at her I can tell she doesn’t feel comfortable and looks as if she wants me out of the house. Her uneasiness raises some suspicion in me and makes me think she’s hiding something from me.

“Why do you seem so uneasy and why do you want to talk about this tomorrow morning and not right now?” I ask her while taking some steps towards her. As she’s about to answer me, I hear a low voice talking in the background, “Babe, are you still talking to him? Are you not coming back upstairs?” I look around to see a head pop up at the staircase. Tensions start rising between the three of us and the puzzle pieces start coming together. 

Seoyun looks back at me and the figure at the staircase and seems to come to a realization that things have gone wrong. I look back at Seoyun in anger and start asking her who that man was and what was going on right now. She looks back at me in fear and has nothing to say to the situation that unfolded. While she’s flabbergasted at the situation, I look back at the man and start approaching him to find out what was going on. “Who are you and what are you doing in my girlfriend’s house?” I ask him. He looks back at me, “I was going to ask the same thing”. We both look back at Seoyun hoping to get an answer to our questions and that’s when the truth starts coming out for the first time from her.

“Okay stop, Minho, you’re not my soulmate. I was just using you because I wanted the fame and wanted to have more status at school. Also, I was jealous of the bond you had with Y/N so I wanted to take that away from you and have it all to myself. I didn’t know how to do it but I found that pretending to be your soulmate was the way to have my plans to go the way I wanted them too.” Seoyun confesses with no remorse on her face. She looks at the man beside me with love in her eyes  and quickly glances back at me “But now, since I found my true soulmate, I don’t need you anymore”. Her final sentences create so much emotion in my body that I didn’t know how to react. The man beside me could tell that things were settling in my mind and I was going to take action for her faults, so he reacted by holding me back before things went down. 

“I can’t believe you did this to me and Y/N! Because of your selfiness, she’s in the hospital hurt and suffering because of you and your selfish gain. You have a soulmate now and you know the consequences that come with it if you reject him. If you rejected him, he would be in the hospital right now contemplating whether he wanted his emotions removed, but no, you found a way to use me and find your true soulmate. But guess what? That’s what Y/N is going through right now because of your bullshit! You hurt me and Y/N, I hope you understand the problems you’ve caused!” I start screaming at her while thrashing around in the man’s grip. I look back at the man holding me to see some pain and regret in his eyes for the things his soulmate has done to two innocent people who were minding their own businesses. 

I jump out of the man’s hold and start making my way out of the house. Before I leave, I look back and say, “Seoyun, I hope you understand what you’ve done and let’s say things that you had in your plan will be crumbling down when I see you in school again.” With that, I walk out of the house and start making my way to the hospital to start fixing things with Y/N. I take out my phone and start looking through my contact list. “Chan, I’m on the way to the hospital. I broke up with Seoyun and found out the truth behind my relationship with her. Now, I need to fix my friendship with Y/N before it’s all too late.” 

Y/N’s POV 

Jennie manages to find a nurse who comes to help calm down my coughing fit and keep things in place for the time being. After she helps with my coughing fit, she starts to check my vitals to make sure everything is okay and to see if my condition is stable after what has happened. I looked at the nurse and asked her to bring my doctor in as I needed to talk to him about my decision. The nurse nods at my request and makes her way out of the room to find my doctor. After a while, the doctor makes their way into the room and takes a seat at the edge of my bed. 

“You called me in Y/N to discuss something?” The doctor asks. I look back up at him and say that I wanted to go through with the removal surgery. “Alright then, I’ll get the documents ready and we will go through with the surgery.” He touched my lower leg as a way of an understanding and support and made his way out of the room. I lay back on my bed and contemplate whether I have made the right choice. 

I heard a door swing open. I look up to see Chan and Jennie standing at the door catching their breaths. 

“Y/N please don't go through with the surgery please. It’s not worth it”. Chan and Jennie saying hoping to persuade me out of the decision I just made. “I can’t guys. I just told the doctors I wanted to go through with it. Plus, Minho is with Seoyun, I don’t have the power and strength to keep this up anymore. I need to get rid of the flowers in my chest even if it means no more romantic feelings.” I say as I look at the room around me too scared to look at them in the eyes.  “Y/N, Minho’s on the way to the hospital. You don’t have to do this. He said that he called it quits with Seoyun and wants to fix his friendship and build a relationship with you. He knows how much he fucked up and how blinded he was to not see that the love of his life was helping and aiding him the whole time and was right in front of him. He knows the whole soulmate thing by heart now and wants to make things right for you and him.” Chan says to me while making his way towards the bed. He takes my hand in his and looks me in the eyes and says, “Don’t go through with this surgery Y/N because now it will hurt the both of you.”  

I take my hand away from his grip and look at the both of them. 

“Sorry guys what’s done is done. I am going through this no matter what.” 

Minho’s POV 

After making it to the hospital, I get on the lift and make my way to Y/N floor. As the elevator doors open, I see a stretcher being taken away from a familiar room, and realize who was on that stretcher. “Y/N don’t please! I’ve come to make amends” I shout from the lift. As I shout, I see the doctors and nurse look back from the stretcher and point in my direction to show Y/N that someone was here for them. I see her head pop out from the strecther and lay right back down on it. I start running towards them and ask the doctors to give us a moment. The doctors agreed and walked away to allow us to settle some things. 

“Y/N I know I fucked up and I know I caused you so much pain without even realizing it, but I want things to work between us and restore the things we were supposed to do together as soulmates. I just broke up with Seoyun and found out the truth from her.  I know you might not forgive but please give me another chance so I can make it up to you. Please call off the surgery and let’s fix things together.” I begged while holding onto the handles of the stretcher. I feel a few tears running down my face as I try to hold in my sobs. I could help but feel like an asshole as I hurt the person that loved me more than anyone, and to see her goes through this surgery pains me even more. While sch thoughts are going through my mind, I feel a hand on my face wiping my tears away. I open my eyes to see Y/N with her arm out with a slight smile on her face. 

Before I could say anything to her, she spoke up. “Even after all the times we’ve been through together and even having those connecting thoughts or even finishing each other sentences, this took you a while to understand which makes me question if you’re really my soulmates.” She says while touching my face. She lets out a small giggle which warms my heart.

I take her hand in mind and I look straight into her eyes, “Y/N I know I’m in the wrong but I want to make things work between us even if it means damaging my health for you. We can make things work out and I finally understand that you’re the one for me. I’m sorry for what I’ve done. Please forgive me and call this surgery off. I’ll nurse and help you back into good health and fix things between us first, and you can decide our future together after that.” 

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The Edge of Thirty - Part 4

Summary: Everyone seems to be getting married, having babies, or “growing up.” Except Y/N. Suddenly at almost thirty, reality seems to be crashing down on her – and hard. Nothing seemed as daunting as turning thirty…until she met Gwilym Lee anyway.  

A/N: Yay, part 4! Thank you guys for all the positive response on this series so far! I’m glad you’re all liking it! Enjoy some fluff before the storm! Taglist is open! xx

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: fluff, some sad feels (tm) (aka foreshadowing??)

MASTERLIST

It was supposed to be a blissful Saturday morning of sleeping in late and watching up to snuggles from Deacon. As luck would have it lately, routine was thrown out the window, and instead of a nice snooze, the harsh vibrating of her phone stirred Y/N from her zombie-like slumber. The nerve of someone to call this early on a Saturday.

Groaning, she stuck an arm out from under the covers and fumbled around on the nightstand for the buzzing device. After a few seconds of fruitless searching, her fingers came into contact with it and pulled it to her ear, answering without checking who it was. A big mistake.

"Y/N L/N," she cringed and immediately regretted her actions at the sound of her mother's shrill voice. She knew that tone and those inflections very well, having heard them countless times throughout her life. Her mother was livid about something. Y/N remained silent for a few moments wondering is she could just chuck the phone across the phone, "are you there?"

"Hi Mumma," she replied meekly, trying to conjure up an excuse for ending the call as quickly as possible, "I'm here."

"Are you still in bed?" internally sighing, she decided not to entertain her question, "Y/N, it's almost noon. You're a grown adult, quiet lazing about, I'm sure there's plenty of stuff you need to do.”

"Mum,” she sighed, and rubbed the bleariness from her eyes. Next to her, Deacon huffed a little bit and crawled further under covers disappearing so only his tail was sticking out, “I’m a grown adult, I think I can make my own decisions. Besides, it’s the weekend and I’ve had a long week and just want some rest.”

She tutted through the phone, clearly not believing a word coming out of her mouth. As much as she loved Y/N, she always worried about her a little more than her other kids. Y/N had always been the most wild and care free child, never one for decorum and rules, “lovey, you need to start getting your life together-”

“Mum,” she cursed under her breath, holding the phone away from her year. It really wasn’t her week, “I don’t need a lecture right now. I know you think I’m a horrible failure.”

“Y/N,” her mother sounded exasperated on the other line, “I don’t think you’re a failure, whatsoever. You’ve accomplished so much, and you deserve to feel proud. I just worry about you sometimes. All your friends are settling down and moving on to the next chapters in their lives. Especially Lucy and Becca. And Benny too. I spoke to his Mum the other day, and she said you had some kind of fight? What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing...look, I know - I know, everyone’s getting married, having babies, and it’s all super exciting!” she sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard, trying to figure out to get her off the phone. She didn’t want to get into this discussion right now. She just wanted a break, “look, Mumma, I’m going to go. I promise I’ll get up and do all the adult things I need to.”

“Lovey, just listen to me for a moment,” her voice changed a little bit, getting more tender and calm, “I love you and care about your well being, that’s all. I just don’t want you to remain the same while all your friends are moving on. It’s okay to change, Y/N, it’s okay embrace getting older. You’re not going to be a twenty-something forever. You don’t have to hang onto the bad things so tightly and refuse to change.”

“I know,” she agreed, squeezing her eyes shut tightly and gnawing at her lower lip, “I’ll be okay. Things will happen when they’re meant to. I don’t like to force things.”

“Just promise me that you’ll take care of yourself, okay? Embrace new things, go out and try new things,” she said softly, “who knows, maybe you’ll even meet a nice man. I know it was hard for you to get over him, but it’s okay to let yourself love again-”

“Love is a strong word,” Y/N shook her head and wished this conversation had never happened. She should have let the phone ring and go to voicemail. A few hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to keep her voice from trembling too much, “besides, I’m not interested in anyone right now.” Lies.

“I’m not saying you have to be, lovey. Just know it’s okay to let people in and to embrace change. I love you so much, I want you to be happy,” her mother paused for a moment, letting out a long breath, “it’s okay to be happy, he would have wanted you too be happy-”

“I am happy, Mum,” Y/N cut her off then and there, not ready to traverse into the dangerous territory she tried so hard to suppress. It was too early on a Saturday morning after the hell of a week she’d had to even think about any of this. She wiped her tears away, telling herself not be weak and cry, “look, I’m going to go. Tell Dad I said hello.”

She didn’t give her mother the chance to say anything else, opting to end the call first. She tossed her phone back on the nightstand, slumping back against the pillows in defeat. She didn’t even want to get out of bed at this point, and decided she’d spend the day there, keeping herself company with Netflix. It had felt like a long week of self isolation, and she was fine with continuing that at this point. Netflix didn’t make her feel bad about every decision she made. Only about the countless hours of binge watching, and that much she could live with.

After talking Deacon for a walk and making him breakfast, or lunch at that point, she flopped back into her warm bed, not even bothering to shower. She hadn’t planned on going out today so she figured it didn’t really matter.

Looking at her phone, she played with it in her hands for a few moments, contemplating if she should call Ben or her friends. Lucy and Becca had sent her a few texts the night before to check in on her but she hadn’t responded. Not out of spite or anger, she just didn’t have the energy. It all seemed to be too much, and yet not enough, at once.

Plus, she had no doubt in her mind that Ben had told them all about their altercation - there were no secrets within their friend group. The look on his face as he had tossed the coffees into the bin had haunted her. She wished she could take it all back, apologize and explain everything in a calm, rational manner.

Knowing it wasn’t a good idea to start anything in her current state of mind, she opted against doing anything and tucked her phone away. Grabbing her remote she turned on Netflix, scrolling through numerous titles to find something to preoccupy her. After what seemed like a small eternity, she settled on The Office once again; seeing the familiar faces of her favorite characters always provided a bit of comfort.

It didn’t take however before she could feel her eyelids getting heavy, the sweet call of sleep reaching out to her. Yawning and clutching her pillow, she rolled onto her side and snuggled into the blankets, pulling them tightly around her. Soon enough, she was in a deep slumber, shifting from dream to dream. 

Some included Ben, him yelling at her and ending their lifelong friendship, some included her mother and father, disappointingly lecturing her. A few even included Gwil, looming over her with a self satisfied smile on his face as he whispered as sweet nothings into her ear. It was that last bit that she woke up in the middle of.

“Jesus Christ,” she almost shouted as she awoke with a startle. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest and she tried to calm down. It hadn’t even been a bad dream, but something had caused her to suddenly wake up. It was getting dark in her room by now, the last bits of daylight were barely streaming in through her window.

Pulling out her phone to check the time, she groaned when she saw that it was nearing five. She’d been asleep for longer than she’d planned, not that it made much of a difference when she didn’t have plans. The phone started to buzz in her hand, pulling her back into reality as she glanced at the screen, hoping it wasn’t her mother calling to check back in on her. It wasn’t - it was Gwil.

“Hello?” she asked tentatively after letting it ring a few more times, not wanting to seem to eager. But she sucked in her breath and eagerly waited for his response.

“Y/N? It’s Gwil,” that voice was almost enough to make her melt. Biting the inside of her cheek to keep from squealing with delight, she listened for him to continue on, “I hope it’s not too soon for me to be calling?”

“No,” she admitted. She liked that he didn’t mess around or feel the need to stick to all these silly dating rules people seemed to believe in, “I like that you’re calling. It means you’re actually real, not just some figment of my imagination.”

“I promised you I’d call,” he said with a soft laugh, “and I can assure you, if you’d dreamed me up, you’d probably get something a lot better than the actual me.”

As if she thought to herself. From what she had seen of him, he was utter perfection. A classically handsome specimen of a man with a sweet smile and eyes that draw her right in, “you doubt yourself so.”

“Eh, it’s all in good fun,” she could picture him, sitting there, leaned back and shrugging his shoulders casually. She didn’t know him well, but at the same time she felt like she knew so much about already. He seemed to notice her silence as she got lost in her daydream fantasies, “Y/N? Are you still with me?”

“Yeah, sorry,” her cheeks heated up as she mentally face palmed herself, “I guess I’ve been a little bit spacey as of late.”

“So I’ve heard,” he says quietly, a gentle tone to his voice, “Jenny’s noticed you haven’t been feeling yourself this week.”

“She’s a clever girl,” Y/N laughed, hoping it hadn’t been too obvious to her other students that she has been down and out for the count this week, “there’s just been a lot going on.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had a trying week,” she closed her eyes and wished she was in his arms right now. They probably gave the best hugs, “how about I try and make it a little better?”

“And how do you propose to do that?” she teased him, perking up a bit at the possibility of seeing him again, “I’m not just a cheap shag you know. That was a one time accident.”

“You consider it an accident?” he mused out loud, desperately hoping that it wasn’t true, “because I don’t. Not a typical start to a relationship, but I think we can make it work.”

“It wasn’t an accident,” she agreed quietly, the fact that he deem whatever they had a relationship was not lost on her. It was both terrifying and exhilarating to have a man, a real man, use those words.

“Are you free tonight?” he asked, you gave him a murmur of confirmation, “how about I take to you to dinner, and possibly dessert if you don’t get too sick of me?”

“I’d like that,” she agreed. peeking at her closet and wondered what to wear. She wanted to impress him, but didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard, “it’s been a while since a man hasn’t just asked me to Netflix and Chill.”

“That’s because those weren’t men, those were boys,” he stated like it was a fact, “and we can always come round to mine, if you really want to watch Netflix.”

“I’ve got my own,” she stated confidently, a surge of confidence coursing through her veins, “maybe this time you can round to my place. But we’ll see how it goes. Perhaps you’ll find me terribly drool.”

“I don’t think that’s possible with you,” he replied, and you bit the inside of her cheek to keep from squealing in delight, “How about I pick you up at six? Text me your address and be prepared to be wined and dined.”

“You’re setting very high expectations for yourself, Mr. Lee,” she giggled as she climbed out of bed and stumbled to her closet to start sifting through her clothes.

“Don’t worry, I intend to deliver,” she could just picture the smug little smirk on his handsome features, “I’ll see you soon, love.”

“Bye Gwil,” she smiled to herself as she ended the call. Looking at the time she saw it was already a quarter past five. She wouldn’t have much time to make herself look decent before he arrived at her doorstep. She stripped off her clothes and ran into the bathroom, cursing silently under breath. She didn’t really know why, but she wanted things to go perfectly with him -  it was like she needed him already.

At six on the dot, a knock came at her door, causing Y/N to panic slightly. She was dressed and had her makeup lightly done, but hadn’t done much else. 

She hadn’t even had the time to straighten up, leaving her flustered and feeling like the apartment was a mess. To hell with it she thought to herself as she almost tripped over a pair of shoes that she had left by the front door.

“Hey!” she almost shouted as she pulled open the door, trying to slow the thumping of her heart. It was partly due to her nerves, and from her rush to the door. He stood there, eyebrow raised with a smile on his face, and a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. Her breath hitched in her throat at the beautiful sight in front of her. He looked stunning of course, wearing a blue button up which showed off his toned torso, and well-fitting slacks., his hair styled perfectly, “holy - wow.”

“Hello to you too,” he beamed at her, giving her the once over. She suddenly felt under dressed next to him; she had opted for a simple sundress. He stepped inside and leaned down to kiss her cheek, hanging over the flowers, “you look very pretty.”

“I look horrible compared to you,” she almost huffed, taking the flowers gently and giving them a sniff. They were lovely, just like him. Deacon scurried into the room and barked lightly at Gwil to get his attention. He bent down and obliged him, giving some scratches and pets behind his ears. She watched them closely as she grabbed a vase and arranged the flowers gently, making sure they were all properly displayed. Deacon seemed to be taken with Gwil, “he likes you. He’s a good judge of character.”

“I like him too and your place. Very bohemian,��� he said as he straightened back up, tilting his head to the side and observing her. She had the faintest hint of color in her cheeks, which he had already decided he liked. She caught him staring and just shook her head, “you don’t look horrible by the way. No one will even spare me a second glance once they see you.”

“You’re such a flatterer,” she smirked, “you’ve already gotten in my pants, so there’s no need, really.”

“You’re something else, you know that?” he held out his hand to her, which she gladly took, feeling all sorts of butterflies in her stomach. No one had made her feel anything close to this in ages, “how do you feel about Italian?”

“My favorite,” she smiled at him, giving Deacon a wave of goodbye as she shut the door behind them, “just so you know, I’m already impressed. Flowers, my dog likes you, and my favorite food? I could get used to this.”

“I hope you do, Y/N,” he held open the door for her, and led her outside in the warm, summer evening breeze. He held open the car door for her, making sure she was safely inside before shutting the door gently and getting into the driver’s side, murmuring silently to him, “I sure hope you do.”

Dinner with Gwil was easy. There wasn’t a single awkward moment between the two of them and somehow, Y/N had no clue as to why, it felt like they had already known each other for ages.

He was the epitome of a dream: he pulled out her chair for her, let her order dinner, and selected a wine that went perfectly with everything.

Conversation never skipped a beat and it was easy to get lost in his stories, watching him intently as his blue eyes sparkled with excitement. He took the time to speak about himself and ask Y/N about her own life. She’d gone and told him about her awful week, her fight with her best friend, and how the world seemed to be against her lately. But he nodded in understanding and reassured her that it was all normal, a part of growing up and older. It made the heavy pit in her stomach feel a little better. If he survived so effortlessly, maybe she could too.

The two of them talked about anything and everything came that up. It was all so natural, so no moments of ‘oh I wish I hadn’t said that’ or 'oh dear’ occurred. They had agreed to be honest with one another, because after all, a solid foundation was the cornerstone of a successful relationship. And Y/N had done that - she had been brutally honest about everything. Almost everything.

“Have you ever had an actually serious relationship?” Gwil asked as he took a bite of steak, flushing it down with a sip of red wine. Y/N froze in time, gripping her fork so tightly that her knuckles were starting to turn ghost white. For whatever reason, he hadn’t noticed, “love?”

“No,” she choked out, avoiding his cerulean gaze as she intently stabbed at the pasta on her plate. Part of her was nagging at her to just to tell him now, to tell him the truth, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not now, “not really. I hope that doesn’t turn you off.”

“It’s not a big deal, just my curiosity,” he gave her a sly wink, nudging her foot with his gently under the table. This time he had noticed a different look in her eyes, but chose not to bring it up just yet.

“What about you?” she asked, wondering what he would tell her. It was hard for her to believe that someone like him, an almost unreal iteration of a man, was a perpetual bachelor.

“Ahh, I was wondering if you were going to ask. You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you?” he cheekily raised his eyebrows at her, causing a rush of blood to flow to her cheeks, “I was…engaged to be married for a time.”

“What happened?” she almost blurted out, her interest peaked and at an all time high. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, but the half smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“We were together for about three years,” he admitted, “and after two years I asked her to marry me and she said yes. About halfway through planning the wedding I found out that she’d been sleeping with one of my colleagues for almost two years. Needless to say, things did not end well.”

“I’m so sorry,” her heart broke a little for him. He seemed liked such a genuinely kind person, it was hard to imagine anyone doing this to him. He left a small laugh and shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'c'est la vie.’ She reached over and grabbed his hand, “no one deserves to have their heartbroken like that, especially you.”

“I’m not hung up on her in the slightest. Besides, it was already almost two years ago now,” he leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice so only she could hear him, “I hope I haven’t scared you off, Y/N. Because I really like you already.”

“I really like you too, Gwil,” she bit at her lip slightly.

Gwil had promised her dessert and made good on his promise, just like the gentleman he was. He had taken her to his favorite little shop, a hole in the wall unsuspecting sort of place, and had let her have free reign. The two of them left the shop with big bowls of the most delicious ice cream, brimming with toppings.

“Why don’t we go back to my place?” she suggested, trying to not seem just desperate to get in his pants. She just genuinely enjoyed his company and wanted to spend more time with him, “that way we can eat dessert in peace. Plus, you can enjoy my awful Netflix suggestions.”

“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse,” he agreed, deciding to be cheeky and take a bite of her ice cream. She jokingly pouted as he made sure to like every last bit of the spoon, “are you just going to keep staring?”

“Oh, shut up and get in the car,” she had gotten caught staring again. Oh, what he must have thought of her.

“Please explain to me why you’ve got this many movies and shows on your watch list, when all you do is watch The Office?” he flicked through her queue and she smacked his arm in defeat. They were cuddled up in her bed together, deciding to forgo the awkwardness of cuddling on the couch before moving into the bedroom. Besides, that bridge had already been crossed.

“Because it’s a relatable and re watchable show,” she insisted, finishing off her last bits of ice cream. He snickered but decided to oblige her and put it on where she had left off from, “you don’t have to watch it just because of me!”

“I want to though,” he promised her. He put his arm around her, and she instinctively snuggled into his side, resting her head his chest. He smelled delicious; a warm, musky sort of smell mixed with his natural body chemistry. It was almost intoxicating. His heartbeat was strong and steady and she closed her eyes, listening to the rhythm, “besides, I’ve technically never watched any of this show.”

“What!?” she was feeling wide awake and eagerly grabbed the remote from his hand. She paused the show and looked at him, putting a hand on his cheek, “Gwilym Lee. You’ve singlehandedly missed out on the best show of the century! We’re doing this properly – from the beginning and you’re going to watch every episode with me and only me.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” he gave her a dazzling smile, “but I’ll agree to your terms.”

“Good,” she quickly scrolling to the very first episode, “now sit back and enjoy.”

They made it through several episodes, before she felt herself grow tired with sleep. He still held onto her tightly, tracing shapes into the exposed skin on her arm, as she had laid on his chest. His long legs were tangled together with hers, and he was sure this was the most comfortable he had ever been. Having her in his arms felt righter and more natural than just about anything else.

He started to feel himself slip away, and noticed she was snoring ever so lightly. He smiled and kissed the top of her head, which caused her to stir slightly.

“Gwil?” she asked as she turned and looked up at him, glad he had stayed with her, “you’re still here.”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” he confessed, feeling suddenly shy under her probing gaze, “u-unless you want me to?”

“No,” she said firmly, shifting so she was looking at him completely, “stay with me.”

He reached over and grabbed her face gently, pulling her in for a soft, sweet kiss, the taste of ice cream still lingering on their lips. When he pulled away, she beamed at him and give him one last peck before laying back down and facing him, ghosting her fingers along his jawline, stopping when she reached his chest. Part of her was screaming at her to just keep going and have him ravish her, but the larger part was content with this – lying down and gently gazing into each other’s eyes. It was sweet, and it made her heart flutter to find him looking back at her with such adoration.

He draped an arm around her waist and pulled her close so their bodies were against each other, and nuzzled his face in the space between her neck and shoulder. He hummed in content, and they remained still like that for a while. It was, to put it simply, perfection.

The next morning, Y/N woke up and found herself in bed alone. She frowned at the realization that he had gone and left without saying a word. She slipped out of bed, but stopped when she heard humming and light singing coming from the kitchen. Poking her head out, she spied Gwil there, cooking away, Deacon watching him intently for any scraps of food. He must have felt her eyes on him, because he looked up and gave her a smile and a wave with his spatula.

“Good morning, darling,” he beamed as she walked over to him. He leaned across the island and gave her a gentle kiss, “hope you’re hungry!”

“You stayed,” she breathed out, still soaking it all in, “and made me breakfast?”

“I took Deacon for a walk this morning too. I had fun with the little guy,” he added liked it was no big deal, “besides, I promised you breakfast after our first…evening together, so I’m making up for it. I make good on my promises.”

“I…thank you, Gwil. That’s very kind of you,” a new weird coursed through her veins. It was a feeling of such appreciation, happiness, and gratitude. She wasn’t sure about a lot of things in life, but she was already sure about him. That was the one thing she knew. Gwilym Lee was a keeper.

Monday morning had come around way too soon. She had been sad to say goodbye to Gwil the evening before, he had stayed over at hers the rest of the day, the impending doom of the upcoming week looking over her. It meant it was back to reality from the blissful weekend she had shared with Gwil.

Putting a happy face, she walked into her empty classroom and sat at her desk, gathering her lesson plans and getting everything ready for the day. At least her students would cheer her up; they always brought a smile to her face.

A knock came at her door that pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked up to find Ben standing there, a nervous, shy smile on his face, and two coffees in his hand. She could almost cry at the sight, the simple gesture brought her so much joy, filling a bit of the hole in her heart.

“Can we stop this?” he asked quietly as she got up and quickly crossed the room, so she was standing in front of him. She looked at him, already feeling tears in her eyes as she nodded lightly, “because I miss you like crazy.”

“Benny,” she through her arms him and he hugged her back tightly, taking care not to spill the coffees, “I missed you so, so much. I’m sorry, let’s never fight again.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed happily, pulling back and handing over her coffee, “I’m sorry for how I acted. Like an arrogant fool.”

“I’m sorry too,” she agreed, clinked cup against his, “I love you, Ben, and one little fight won’t tear us apart.”

“I love you too,” Ben concurred, “but just so you know, I’m going to need the full story on everything – including this man.”

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I envy Will, Horace, Alyss, Cassandra, Jenny, and Gilan (and George!). And Pauline, Halt, Crowley, David, Arald, and Duncan.

And I envy Hal, Stig, Lydia, Jesper, Ulf, Wulf, Edvin, Stefan, and Ingvar. And Thorn, Erak, and Svengal.

And even Shigeru, Shukin, Sean, Selethen, the Mawaganset, the random ship captains.

Because all these characters form groups so tight. They’re the best of friends and fight for each other. Kill for each other. Would die for each other. Do everything within their capabilities to save each other. Live for each other. Love each other.

Happy international friendship day.

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New Releases

With summer break almost upon us, or for those of us already lucky to be out, these new releases are perfect for road trips or sitting by the pool.

Virtually Yours by Sarvenaz Tash Simon Schuster Books for Young Readers

Modern love plus online anonymity is a recipe for romantic disaster in this lighthearted new romance from the author of The Geek’s Guide to Unrequited Love.

How bad can one little virtual lie be?

NYU freshman Mariam Vakilian hasn’t dated anyone in five months, not since her high school sweetheart Caleb broke up with her. So, when she decides to take advantage of an expiring coupon and try out a new virtual reality dating service, it’s sort of a big deal.

It’s an even bigger deal when it chooses as one of her three matches none other than Caleb himself. That has to be a sign, right?

Except that her other match, Jeremy, just happens to be her new best friend IRL.

Mariam’s heart is telling her one thing, but the app is telling her another. So, which should she trust? Is all fair in modern love? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Five Midnights by Ann Dávila Cardinal Tor Teen

Five friends cursed. Five deadly fates. Five nights of retribución.

If Lupe Dávila and Javier Utierre can survive each other’s company, together they can solve a series of grisly murders sweeping though Puerto Rico. But the clues lead them out of the real world and into the realm of myths and legends. And if they want to catch the killer, they’ll have to step into the shadows to see what’s lurking there—murderer, or monster? — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Not Your Backup by C.B. Lee

Emma Robledo has a few more responsibilities that the usual high school senior, but then again, she and her friends have left school to lead a fractured Resistance movement against a corrupt Heroes League of Heroes. Emma is the only member of a supercharged team without powers, she isn’t always taken seriously. A natural leader, Emma is determined to win this battle, and when that’s done, get back to school. As the Resistance moves to challenge the League, Emma realizes where her place is in this fight: at the front.

Like a Love Story by Abdi Nazemian Balzer + Bray

It’s 1989 in New York City, and for three teens, the world is changing.

Reza is an Iranian boy who has just moved to the city with his mother to live with his stepfather and stepbrother. He’s terrified that someone will guess the truth he can barely acknowledge about himself. Reza knows he’s gay, but all he knows of gay life are the media’s images of men dying of AIDS.

Judy is an aspiring fashion designer who worships her uncle Stephen, a gay man with AIDS who devotes his time to activism as a member of ACT UP. Judy has never imagined finding romance…until she falls for Reza and they start dating.

Art is Judy’s best friend, their school’s only out and proud teen. He’ll never be who his conservative parents want him to be, so he rebels by documenting the AIDS crisis through his photographs.

As Reza and Art grow closer, Reza struggles to find a way out of his deception that won’t break Judy’s heart–and destroy the most meaningful friendship he’s ever known.

This is a bighearted, sprawling epic about friendship and love and the revolutionary act of living life to the fullest in the face of impossible odds. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

I Wanna Be Where You Are by Kristina Forest Roaring Brook Press

“In a world where it’s easy to lose faith in love, I WANNA BE WHERE YOU ARE is a brilliant burst of light. A dazzling debut.” ― Nic Stone, New York Times bestselling author of Dear Martin and Odd One Out

When Chloe Pierce’s mom forbids her to apply for a spot at the dance conservatory of her dreams, she devises a secret plan to drive two hundred miles to the nearest audition. But Chloe hits her first speed bump when her annoying neighbor Eli insists upon hitching a ride, threatening to tell Chloe’s mom if she leaves him and his smelly dog, Geezer, behind. So now Chloe’s chasing her ballet dreams down the east coast―two unwanted (but kinda cute) passengers in her car, butterflies in her stomach, and a really dope playlist on repeat.

Filled with roadside hijinks, heart-stirring romance, and a few broken rules, I Wanna Be Where You Are is a YA debut perfect for fans of Jenny Han and Sandhya Menon.

If It Makes You Happy by Claire Kann Swoon Reads

High school finally behind her, Winnie is all set to attend college in the fall. But first she’s spending her summer days working at her granny’s diner and begins spending her midnights with Dallas—the boy she loves to hate and hates that she likes. Winnie lives in Misty Haven, a small town where secrets are impossible to keep—like when Winnie allegedly snaps on Dr. Skinner, which results in everyone feeling compelled to give her weight loss advice for her own good. Because they care that’s she’s “too fat.”

Winnie dreams of someday inheriting the diner—but it’ll go away if they can’t make money, and fast. Winnie has a solution—win a televised cooking competition and make bank. But Granny doesn’t want her to enter—so Winnie has to find a way around her formidable grandmother. Can she come out on top?

This Time Will Be Different by Misa Sugiura HarperTeen

Katsuyamas never quit—but seventeen-year-old CJ doesn’t even know where to start. She’s never lived up to her mom’s type A ambition, and she’s perfectly happy just helping her aunt, Hannah, at their family’s flower shop.

She doesn’t buy into Hannah’s romantic ideas about flowers and their hidden meanings, but when it comes to arranging the perfect bouquet, CJ discovers a knack she never knew she had. A skill she might even be proud of.

Then her mom decides to sell the shop—to the family who swindled CJ’s grandparents when thousands of Japanese Americans were sent to internment camps during WWII. Soon a rift threatens to splinter CJ’s family, friends, and their entire Northern California community; and for the first time, CJ has found something she wants to fight for.

When the Ground Is Hard by Malla Nunn G.P. Putnam’s Sons Books for Young Readers

In this stunning and heartrending tale set in a Swaziland boarding school, two girls of different castes bond over a shared copy of Jane Eyre.

Adele Joubert loves being one of the popular girls at Keziah Christian Academy. She knows the upcoming semester at school is going to be great with her best friend Delia at her side. Then Delia dumps her for a new girl with more money, and Adele is forced to share a room with Lottie, the school pariah, who doesn’t pray and defies teachers’ orders.

But as they share a copy of Jane Eyre, Lottie’s gruff exterior and honesty grow on Adele, and Lottie learns to be a little sweeter. Together, they take on bullies and protect each other from the vindictive and prejudiced teachers. Then a boy goes missing on campus and Adele and Lottie must rely on each other to solve the mystery and maybe learn the true meaning of friendship.

The Boxer by Nikesh Shukla Hodder Children’s Books

Told over the course of the ten rounds of his first fight, this is the story of amateur boxer Sunny. A seventeen-year-old feeling isolated and disconnected in the city he’s just moved to, Sunny joins a boxing club to learn to protect himself after a racist attack. He finds the community he’s been desperately seeking at the club, and a mentor in trainer Shona, who helps him find his place in the world. But racial tensions are rising in the city, and when a Far Right march through Bristol turns violent, Sunny is faced with losing his new best friend Keir to radicalisation.

A gripping, life-affirming YA novel about friendship, radicalisation and finding where you belong.

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𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓅  𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓈 !   it  is  i ,  𝐫𝐮𝐞 ,  bringing  to  you  my  two  idiots :   𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐚𝐝𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬  &  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 .   their  intros  are  under  the  cut ,  so  check  'em  out !   oh ,  &  if  you're  down  to  chat  or  do  some  plotting  that  will  completely  ruin  me  &  make  me  cry ,  don't  hesitate  to  hit  me  the  fuck  up !   my  ims  &  discord  ( watch euphoria on hbo#3011 )  are  open  anytime !

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓  𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 .

( jacob  elordi .   cismale .   he/him . )     i  think  i  see  jonathan  adkins  over  on  that  street  corner !   the  twenty-two  year  old  is  a  photographer.   i’ve  also  heard  that  he  is  a  virgo  -  that  might  be  what  makes  him  so  optimistic  &  spontaneous,  but  also  critical  &  meticulous !   i  wonder  what  sort  of  secrets  his  family  is  keeping…     ( artist  +  #4 )

*  𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 .

he  hails  from  the  sweet  cornfields  of  ohio .   

he  was  born  to  loving ,  practical  parents  james  &  lily  adkins .

he  has  a  younger  sister ,  jennifer  "jenny"  adkins .   ( wanted  connection ! ) .

from  a  young  age ,  he  was  obsessed  with  pictures  -  capturing  moments  &  creating  eternal ,  tangible  memories .

he  kind  of  always  had  his  life  planned  out  in  his  head :   he  would  finish  high  school  in  ohio ,  get  into  a  good  university  to  major  in  photography ,  move  to  a  big  city  where  he  would  find  different  scenarios  &  new  inspiration ,  work  with  what  he  loves ,  meet  the  love  of  his  life   &  live  his  happily  ever  after .

his  parents  humoured  his  dreams ,  bought  cheap  cameras  &  film  for  him  to  play  with ,  encouraged  him  to  apply  for  different  universities  across  the  united  states  &  even  drove  him  to  a  couple  interviews ,  but  expected  that  would  never  really  happen .

or  so  they  thought .

*  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐝𝐚𝐲 .

he  was  accepted  in  columbia  university  &  later ,  accepted  in  school  of  visual  arts ,  attending  workshops  &  bootcamp ,  being  in  direct  contact  with  an  array  of  international  image-makers .

his  instructor  guided  him  on  building  his  very  first  portfolio ,  one  that  landed  him  a  photoshoot  for  a  magazine  with  a  famous  actress  &  kick-started  his  career .

he  graduated ,  moved  out  of  campus  &  into  a  house  with  four  of  his  favorite  people  so  the  constant  mess  isn't  all  that  bad .

he ,  currently ,  freelances .   magazines ,  newspapers ,  instagram   models ,  you  name  it .  it  pays  the  bills .  

though ,  really ,  his  passion  lies  in  playing  with  a  good  camera  &  different  types  of  film ,  capturing  landscapes ,  people ,  moments .   having  a  flexible  agenda  with  freelance  allows  him  to  do  just  that . 

*  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  /  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

he  is  the  human  embodiment  of  sunshine  &  a  golden  retriever .

also  has  the  energy  of  a  golden  retriever .

&  is  completely  goal  oriented .

he  sets  his  mind  to  something  &  it's  his  no  matter  what .

he  is  very  stubborn  &  has  a  hard  time  giving  up  on  things  he  dedicates  himself  to .

he  is  a  bit  of  a  control  freak .

having  a  child  at  the  age  of  22  while  sharing  an  apartment  with  four  other  people  wasn't  in  the  life  he  planned  out  in  his  head ,  &  while  it's  a  happy  surprise ,  he's  completely ,  utterly  lost .

so ,  expect  a  few  freak  out's  coming  from  him .

overall ,  decent  kiddo .   10/10  boy .   deserves  all  the  love  in  the  world .

please ,  for  the  love  of  god ,  someone  teach  him  text  slang  &  how  to  use  emojis .

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄  "𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄"  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍 .

( zendaya  coleman .   cisfemale .   she/her . )     i  think  i  see  charlotte  "charlie"  mann  over  on  that  street  corner !   the  eighteen  year  old  is  a  high  school  senior.   i’ve  also  heard  that  she  is  a  gemini  -  that  might  be  what  makes  her  so  sharp-tongued  &  independent,  but  also  rebellious  &  abrasive !   i  wonder  what  sort  of  secrets  her  family  is  keeping…     ( mann  +  #4 )

tw :  drug  mention .

*  𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 .

she  was  born  &  raised  in  new  york  city .

she  is  the  youngest  of  three  &  became  quite  the  tomboy  in  everything  she  did ,  even  though  her  mother  tried  to  impose  femininity  in  her  life  -  from  girly  dresses  to  expensive  barbies ,  she  never  cared  for  that .   ( also  the  reason  as  to  why  she  goes  by  charlie  now .   charlotte  was  far  too  serious  &  presumptuous ,  sounded  like  it  came  straight  from  a  gossip  girl  character . )

she  learnt  that  she  was  supposed  to  set  example  for  all  the  kids  in  the  playground  &  kindergarten  -  she  never  really  understood  why ,  but  then  she  used  to  do ,  say  &  act  the  way  her  parents  told  her  to ,  never  questioning .

the  pressure  to  be  perfect  would  break  her  any  second .

&  it  did ,  at  the  age  of  fifteen ,  to  be  exact .   accompanied  by  a  panic  attack  &  a  bike  fall  that  scraped  both  knees  and  tore  her  pink  dress  off  the  shoulder .

she  cried  for  five  hours ,  slept  for  two  days  straight  &  didn't  leave  her  bedroom  for  a  week .

she  couldn't  be  their  perfect  daughter  any  longer ;   no  more  fake  smiles ,  pink  dresses  &  hand  picked  boys  to  date .  

*  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐝𝐚𝐲 .

high  school  is  a  mix  of  ups  and  downs ,   mostly  downs .

the  pressure  coming  from  her  parents  didn't  wave  upon  her  rebelling ,  hell  -  it  only  got  worse . 

she  fell  into  the  wrong  crowd  after  her  breakdown ,  started  to  drink  &  using  drugs  to  keep  her  anxiety  at  minimum  ( or  at  least ,  to  forget  about  what  triggered  it ) ,  &  with  that ,  her  grades  took  a  huge  dive ,  going  from  straight  a's  to  barely  graduating .

she  knows  her  parents  expect  nothing  less  than  excellency  from  her ,  knows  the  dreams  they  have  for  her ,  &  knows  that  her  going  to  a  university  and  getting  a  degree  is  unquestionable  to  them ,  but  she  is  going  to  dodge  their  plans  for  her  as  much  as  she  can .

she  wants  to  own  her  life ,  not  be  a  mere  spectator .   

*  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  /  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

nowadays ,  she  acts  on  impulse  rather  than  logic .   of  course ,  living  in  the  moment  often  has  its  repercussions ,  but  she  can't  reign  in  her  impulsiveness .

she  always  struggled  with  forging  deep  &  meaningful  connections  with  others  -  she  never  really  learned  how  to .   she  sucks  at  maintaining  friendships  &  more  intimate  bonds  with  others .

she  hasn't  had  many  real  /  serious  relationships  &  kind  of  likes  girls ,  will  hook  up  with  boys  on  occasion .

she  has  been  going  through  a  self-destructive  mode  ever  since  her  breakdown .   catch  her  sneaking  through  her  bedroom  window  in  the  early  hours  drunk  as  hell ,  destroying  her  own  body  with  drugs  that  makes  her  temporarily  happy ,  ruining  any  relationships  she  has  ever  come  close  to  having ,  skipping  tests  &  missing  family  dinners .

she  is  kind  of  a  mess  right  now .

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SHE'S MY NOONA

Chapter 13

1 year went by slowly.

Things changed alot. Seung gi got married with his love and became the son in law of the rich billionaire while Cha eun woo just became the known C.E.O in his company.

Go ara found a living after BTS left, she got married and became a house wife with Lee soo hyuk a street model while Shin hye, Min ah's other friend just continued working hard for her family.

And BTS? Ooh they were international boy band their songs were big hit

Min ah's p.o.v

As for me i was able to pay for my granny's surgery that i was relieved but i managed to get the money by working at the big hit company. This wasn't what i was planning but they were willing to help me since i was close to the company and it could pay big time.

I didn't expect to be given a job as black pink assistance manager also counted as an errand girl since thats what those evil girls are doing especially that Jennie she treats me badly as if i ever did something bad to her, i really hate her.

It was break time

I had to meet up with my friends as we were busy making stories. "So Min ah i heard you are still being harassed by those blackpink." Shin hye cried having a coffee.

"It was bad luck i told her." Go ara cried as i remember telling her it was a secret that i was having a bad time. "Just leave the job it's not your thing, find something descent." She cried

"True i wish to give up but i wanted to see someone before i leave." I said as my friends stared at me confused wanting to know but i couldn't tell.

"She is always like when i ask her who is it." Go ara cried "yah, Min ah you're the only one of our friends and other classmates who hasn't gotten married till when should i arrange a blind date for you?" The fancy Shin hye would cry.

"Yah!, i'm done dating, i can just be a nun." I said as i laughed at my friends who were busy remarking on what i said. "Yah i won't be your friend if you won't marry." Shin hye cried as Go ara hit her after making such a remark.

"Yah Min ah is having a tough time right now and i don't think it is the right time for her to hook up with a random guy." Go ara supported.

"By the way you said that night you were with your dongsae, where is he you never introduced him to us." She cried "aah, he went abroad so i can't get intouch with him." "Really? Then why did ara tell me you were hidding him if you weren't dating!?" Shin hye was being persistent even after i told her that Seung gi cheated on me she almost destroyed the wedding.

I split the coffee i was drinking landing to Go ara choking onto what Shin hye spoke. " yah shin hye it wasn't like that, he's just not used to speak to other people." I lied not realising it was too much.

"But that guy looks so familiar like some cel-." I managed to interrupt the talkative Go ara by stuffing alot of cupcakes in her mouth.

I then got a call from my boss who was the evil witch Jennie ordering me to hurry back to the company.

"Let me guess the evil Jennie." Shin hye guessed referring to how i saved her. "I have to go guys." I excused myself living my two friends.

End of p.o.v

Jennie's p.o.v

I was so tired after a long time rehersal as my manager kept on correcting me all the time. "Excuse me when is that girl bringing my coffee i'm so dry." I cried as i saw the girl come running carring the damn coffee.

"Mianhaeyo i got stuck bit managed to run." She smiled handling me the coffee what's with the fake smile i know she hates me i too hate her. The coffee she bought was warm but i didn't want it.

I managed to open and spilled in infront of her as some landed on her shoes "its warm i wanted it hot." I smirked "are you still going to smile?"

The next thing she did was still smile "Mianhaeyo the coffee didn't suit your test." She said as she left.

Meanwhile in the US

Bts were in their rooms finishing to pack their stuffs. "I can't believe we are going back it felt like forever!" Jin cried as the others complimented.

"Should we atleast celebrate our last before leaving." Jimin asked as they all agreed. Jungkook seemed to be happy and moving on but his friends knew he had changed much he would seduce girls with his charms and get a temper on a small little thing. He was not the little innocent Jungkook they knew.

"Yah should we call or go to the strip club?" Taehyung cried as Suga and Jin shrugged not agreeing with their dongsae but the others agreed even the young maknae agreed to go there.

As the other hyungs left first Suga and Jin pulled the maknae back "yah Jungkook you know you don't have to go." Jin cried as he clutched him.

"Yah hyung what are you doing,we've been this through alot why not?" He cried "if its because of that bet along time you shouldn't do it." Jin kept insisting to who was not paying attention.

"Then are you trying to shutter away your old self because this isn't you." Suga smirked.

"Aniyo i've just matured." He said hearing a spark of anger. He decided to leave but Suga was still persistent not forgetting Jungkook's anger issues.

"Wae?, is it because of her that you changed this much?" Suga cried making Jungkook stop as he clenched his fist,"stop."

"That's right it must hit the spot." Suga continued asvhe tried to stop the two "you guys." "Stop talking about someone i already forgot." He cried "then why anger why move on like this it's not like you two were dating." Suga had gone too far making Jungkook angry that he punched him hard to his mouth making him nosebleed.

"Guys stop it!, Jungkook you aren't in your right mind you've really changed." Jin cried hurrying to support Suga.

Jungkook suuddenly came to the point of realization and left to join his other hyungs. He would just drink that night realizing it was hard to forget Min ah even if he tried to his hurt won't just accept he wanted to get wasted that night.

Back to Korea

Shin min ah was in the washroom cursing at Jennie quietly, she thought she was having a bad day. She just wished something nice would happen to her for once.

Thats when some employees entered in the washroom gossiping about celebrities " hey did you hear BTS are expected to be back by tomorrow morning isn't that great!" One of them cried making Min ah shocked by the news.

"It still hasn't been published but i overheard Jennie and director talk about it." Another said "sheesh i really don't like that Jennie girl she's so bad i just can't believe Jungkook dated her secretly with that attitude." "Mwo!!" Min ah and the other girls who didn't know she was listening cried.

Min ah's p.o.v

I secretly overheard their conversation, i was so fluttered and excited that BTS were coming back i smiled as i stared at the black braclet on my hand. I still haven't forgotten how we spent our memories together but i must be looking too greedy for a noona.

I was right i shouldn't be swayed by his charm i kept looking at his image that was charming and adorable smile that i missed.

But then continue hearing their conversation took my breath suddenly my heart was beating like crazy. I suddenly felt down "why am i like this must i be sick i felt my heart race.

"Why do i feel empty wherever i hear their music and - Andwe Min ah come to your senses." I hit myself

Later

I managed to get out when i saw Cha eun woo in his new black car. He was there smiling at me so i decided to get the lift since it won't hurt to take an offer.

"So did your boss promote you with a new car too." I smiled at him who just chuckled back. " ne by the way i wanted you to be the first person to treat." He cried

"You are going to treat me out?!" I happily cried since i was so hungry "yeesh you are really that hungry then lets go it something like a date." He cried reminding me the promise i once made to Jungkook, i felt really bad.

We then went over to eat. He took me to a fancy restaurant that i didn't expect since everything was expensive. "Yah Eun woo why here do you know it is expensive." I whispered to him "don't worry i just wanted you to taste something new for your menu." He smiled as he started eating using his fork and knife. " i have a new job

I stared at the beef on my plate "Jungkook also loved beef." I muttered not realising i was speaking my thoughts out loud.

"What is it, something wrong?" He asked me as i continued to eat, sincerely it was sweet "i guess its nice." He cried as he cut another slice and gave it to me.

Cha eun woo's p.o.v

I gave her my remaining slice as she just smiled at me making my heart flutter "kumaoh." But i didn't like how she kept bringing up that guy no matter how he left i just had to make sure i tell her cause this was my only way to win her before another person gets in the way.

I then took her home as she still continued to address me friendly i really hated it but i was still scared that i would loose my friendship with her but i then decided.

"Min ah..." she turned to look at me.

....................................................

That night

Shin min ah's p.o.v

I couldn't sleep or eat even after what happened in the car i couldn't bare to believe it was Eun woo to do that.

Flashback

"Min ah do you always see me as your friend in everything we do?" He asked thinking of it as a joke "Yah eun woo what stupid question is that?" I cried but he grabbed my hand making me to face him as i just wondered what happened to him all of a sudden.

"Min ah mianhaeyo i was not there for you during your breakup." He cried thinking he reacted this way because he felt sorry. "Its okay i was fine." I said to him. "You should leave." I continued as i turned to leave but he again grabbed my hand "i'm not done." He said gently pulling me for a kiss.

My heart was beating so fast out of shock but something else happened this action brought back some memories i didn't want to remember. Thats right a kiss i shared with Jungkook who didn't tell me. I managed to hurrily back out and ran out of embarrassment

End of flashback

Oh God! Ottokye i cried opening my computer to play games but i decided to enter a site where you can ask question about love and get help.

So i made a fake name and logged in as i typed my problem.

'Dear helper i heard your advices help can you also help me?' It didn't take long before she answered 'yes i'm of great help and you made a right decision coming so state your problem.' She typed 'I don't know about this but what should i do when i realize that i kissed my close friend when i got drunk and what do you think that person thinks of me if he hasn't told me.'

It took long enough for that stupid answer till i gave up. I then opened their pictures unluckily to see Jungkook's picture, i just kept staring at him he looked so perfect just sitting there smiling like a bunny. I realised i was lost when i calmed myself "aniyo don't get fooled he just left obviously running away from me." I cried as i went to sleep only making it worse still thinking about the two kisses but how can Eun woo just do that not thinking of how it will affect our friendship.

I just decided to go outside for a walk outside still thinking if the boys were doing okay and if they would arrive safety.

The next day

Alot of fans were at the airport very eary in the morning waiting for their idols. "Ommo, they are coming I've missed their handsome faces." "Especially my kookie i heard he's become more mature and sexy." Some fans cried as most reporters came pushing through the crowd soon after they arrived wearing cool clothes with their face masks.

Fans busy crying their names out and showing and expressing their love as they got into their vehicle. "Wow Army have gone really crazy they love us." Tae cried staring outside as screams got louder. "Stop doing that you never know what they'll do." Jin always worries

"Welcome back boys." The driver cried taking them to their company. "We should visit our parents soon I really miss them." Jimin cried telling his members.

Jungkook's p.o.v

Suga hyung and I were not in good terms since yesterday night, I didn't want to get reminded of the past since I vowed to forget it and the only way to do it I had to change since they all treated me like a child. I wasn't the innocent person they knew. I was different I could do and get everything a man needed all the girls that I desired I decided not to think lowly of myself maybe this was the other side of me.

We finally arrived as we hurriedly got out of the van and entered the company where we were greatly welcomed. We didn't care we just walked up to when the director came to congratulate us I realised they had arranged a welcome party for us.

I was so happy everyone wanted to know about our journey every staff surrounding us till when black pink came to us welcoming us back again. "I knew you guys would come so I prepared a funny entertainment for you guys." Jennie cried

"You can come out now!, she's my new assistance manager for the one year but she's a big fan of you so I had her prepare you something.

Then a thin young person wearing a tuxedo with a fake mustache she looked nervous But still familiar. She started dancing funny. Everyone was busy laughing till i soon realized it was her Min ah after hearing it from the manager "isn't that Min ah wasn't Jennie supposed to go on stage?" He cried as some of my hyungs also overheard as they stared at me.

I was taken aback i couldn't stop looking at her. I couldn't think mu mind went black even my heart began to flutter even if i got over her.

I just wanted to be by side, i just wanted to love her, i just wanted to kiss her, hold her or make love to her but what am i thinking Jungkook your just lying yourself its all a delusion she'll never see me even right infront of her she still sees that jerk, she never even remembered our kiss cause it's nothing to her.

Shin min ah's p.o.v

I was on stage embarrassed after Jennie trying to embarass me but still i was happy for the boys they were all back . I felt relieved but I suddenly realised someone was staring at me it was Jungkook but i turned away. I wanted to ran upto him and hug him, i must have missed his support and comfort.

Even if i was trying to bring myself to him how would i face him after breaking our promise and yet the damn kiss i couldn't remember and this was not how i pictured appearing this funny infront of him

I couldn't remember cause i was drunk i wish i could explain but he looked mad and with no reaction. He looked all matured and not the little innocent Jungkook i once knew, could i be wrong could he still remember me? I thought getting off stage.

After all he's someone international now would he talk to me again?i really miss him bogoshipeo.

[istgimamess]

Label: sm entertainment

Stage name: bella (because you're beautiful~)

Debut year: 2015 (3 yrs active)

Debut concept: aggressive bubblegum synth, dance heavy, vocal heavy, bright, pop!

Number of members: 4

Group name: strawberry jam (sj)

Fandom name: jammers

Position: main vocal, visual, dance line

Male bestie: Jongin (EXO)

How you meet: you are a hard worker, always putting your best foot forward, giving it your all; putting all your effort into anything you do! Which is such a great quality, you're told! Lord knows, you've benefited from that personality trait thousands of times, mostly in your career and personal relationships! However, alot of the time, it tends to have a negative effect! Mainly on your health! You put so much effort into whatever you're working on at the moment: new choreography, new music etc. that you tend to neglect your personal health! This lands you in the hospital alot; its not ideal, but you can't complain, your doctor is probably your favorite! Which is where you end up meeting (*cough*...fighting with) Jongin! You had a really important public appearance coming up, a couple of variety shows and another comeback all scheduled within a weeks time; and you knew your health wasn't at its prime, so you were basically in mental panic mode! You were hoping to get in and out of your check up as fast as possible, because you had things to do! Long story short, that wasn't happening! You ended up sticking your head in to the doctors office, to confront the patient before you! Which happened to be Jongin! "Hi! Yeah, sorry! Could you, I don't know, hurry up!? I've aged quite drastically since being here.." "He's my doctor and I was here first!" "Yeah, well he likes me better!" After a few more minutes of back and forth, a kindergarten-like tantrum and some overdramatic whining on both of your parts, you were left by your very flustered doctor to "..Work things out!.." You quickly end up bonding over your mutual lack of priority when it comes to your health, your whiney childlike mannerisms when you're sick or hungry and a love for the theater! He ends up becoming one of your best friends and you're almost always together! You're both quite determined and hardworking, both tending to over work yourselves and this is usually the cause for most of your fights: scolding eachother for not prioritizing your health! He ends up worrying about your health more than he does his, and vice versa! But you're constantly supporting eachother in anything you pursue! "Jongin, I heard Bella from Strawberry Jam is your best friend, is that true!?" "Yeah, she's my best friend!" "Cool! I also heard she is the biggest EXO supporter, is that right!?" "Yes, she is! I made a joke the other day about her leaving music to work for EXO and help us promote our new album!" "Really!? What did she say!?" "It was so funny, she took the album and walked over to the street corner and just stood there like this...(^ gif ^)..I couldn't stop laughing!" Your friendship is really goals!

Female bestie: Jennie (Blackpink)

How you meet: you love singing and you love theatrics but sometimes you feel like dancing and choreography, in general, can be very confusing and frustrating! So you decided to take some dance classes on the side, for some extra practice! That's how you meet Jennie, through a friend of a friend! One day after class, you accidently trip over her bag and take her down in a mess of legs, elbows and sweat! "Oh my god- I'm so sorry!...Ouch! Sorry! Yikes- are you okay!?" "Yes, of course! I'm clearly living the dream!" "Oh, well...glad I could help you do that then..." you stared at eachother for a few beats of silence, still sprawled out on the floor, and then busted out laughing! You ended up attached at the hip! It's an inside joke that you were split at birth and that you're actually twins; that's how similar your personalities are and your sense of humor! You're both really sarcastic and it's 100x worse when you're together! The fans love it! And despite how goofy and silly you both are when you're together, everyone can tell you both care about eachother immensely! You're always supporting eachother and you're always both genuinely happy for eachothers successes! She calls herself your "only fan!" And she lives up to that name! "Jennie! Did you hear yet!? Strawberry Jams song 'Pink' has hit the Billboard charts!" "..(^ gif ^)..What!? Seriously!?! I have to call Bella!!..." Such a cute friendship!

Group bestie: NCT OT18

How you meet: this probably, most definitely was the weirdest encounter you've ever had! You love to skateboard; you wouldn't say you're that great at it, I mean, you're no Tony hawk! But it is a hobby of yours! And when you have a stressful, busy day, full of dance practices and studio visits- you like to sneak out in the middle of the night, when the streets are empty, go down to the local park and skate to de-stress a bit! It's kind of like your secret rendezvous self-care session! Not even your group members know about it! The park, Seoul in general, is usually dead with no soul in sight at this time of night! Which is why you're so startled when one second you're minding your own business, practicing an inward heel flip and the next second you're surrounded by a bunch of guys who look like they've just stepped straight out of an Avril Lavigne MV! It startles you so much you trip backwards over your board and land flat on your back! You say about every curse word in every language you know, on the way down! "Oh my god! I told you we would scare her!" "If anybody scared her, it was you with that stupid pedo face!" "That's so rude! Taeyong, tell him that was rude!" "I mean..I did tell you to shave this morning.." "Yeah, you kind of look like an asian yeti.." "Or a pedophile, definitely a pedophile.." "Seriously?! Is this attack necessary!?? I mean-" "Umm, so sorry, pedi-yeti and friends..could you possibly, I don't know...help me up!?" They ended up hauling you up and bombarding you with questions left and right! Questions about your skateboard, questions about your skating technique etc etc. The more they asked, the more you answered and the more you answered, the more they asked! It was pretty much down hill from there! But it's all good, they quickly became some of your biggest supporters and closest friends! They always cheer for you the loudest at award shows! And sometimes, Taeyong or Ten, will send you little videos and clips (with the funniest captions) they filmed, on the down low, of the rest of the members singing and dancing to your music, unaware the were being filmed! "..[Bella, your music is hurting innocent bystanders! RIP Jeno]..(^ gif ^).." They're such a mess and it's the cutest!

Boyfriend: Taehyung (BTS)

Ship name(s): tella, bae couple, baehyung

How you meet: the way you 'officially' meet is kind of funny! And the time and location is a bit obscure! Anytime someone asks him when and where you met, he says Italy in June! You say it was definitely paris, late July! Both of you would be right and wrong! You love traveling and any time you have the opportunity, you jump on it! This is no secret! You first noticed him in Paris, he first noticed you in Italy, you both noticed eachother in Chicago! By the time you ended up back in the Incheon International Airport - you were 98.7% positive you had picked up a stalker abroad! "Are you following me!?" "I was going to ask you the same thing!" "Well I asked you first, so answer!" "I don't take demands from potential stalkers!" Some threats to call the police and a couple defensive hand gestures later, you eventually both settled on fate being the reason you've bumped into eachother over and over again! As cheesy as it might sound! You quickly bond over your artistic and creative sides, and a strong love for traveling and then there is no going back! He's one of your biggest supporters and you both often credit eachother as being an inspiration and muse! You eventually, after realizing how important and serious your relationship was becoming, went public! You figured your close friends and family would be the most supportive, and they were, but in actuality it was the fans that became your biggest supporters! "Tae-oppa!! Over here!! Taehyung-oppa!! You and Bella-unnie are the cutest couple ever!! I will always support you!!" "...(^ gif ^)..." It's so heartwarming!

Biggest fan: your biggest fan is probably Junhoe from IKON! He's always covering your songs, he even covers the songs you cover! He says it's only because he wants to prove he can harmonize with you, always calling you out in interviews hoping to get the chance to meet you and collaborate! "Bella from Strawberry Jam is my favorite! She has the best voice, even better than me! And she has good taste in music, I would love to collaborate with her if given the chance!" He's always showing support for your comebacks as well and even your solo projects; watching every drama and CF you do and streaming your music, constantly singing along with you at the top of his lungs! He's a dedicated and loyal fan and he's pretty loud and proud about it! So much, that it's even a running joke in his group that he would leave the rest of the members for even just a chance to perform with you! Well, it's a joke to them! Him, not so much! "Junhoe! I heard that you're a huge fan of Bella from Strawberry Jam, is that true!?" "Yes! She is my favorite singer!" "Oh really!? I heard that you would leave IKON without a second thought, if she ever wanted to perform with you!" "Yes, I would! In a heartbeat!" "What the-...you answered that so fast! You would really leave us, huh!?" "Yep!.." "...(^ gif ^)..." It's pretty funny!

Scandal: it's really no secret you have been trying to break out into the acting industry for a while, and make that cross over from idol to actress - auditioning and taking acting classes and workshops in your spare time! It's also no secret that you're good long time friends with Jaebum from GOT7! You've know eachother since before your debut and he's one of your closest friends, almost family! He's always helping you practice and reading scripts with you to help prepare you for auditions, giving you advice and direction on characters! So it's really not shocking when dispatch comes out with photographs of you two, on multiple days, coming out of your apartment and/or restaurants! What is a bit shocking is the headlines that are attached to those photos! "Strawberry Jams Bella and GOT7s Jaebum! Are they together!?" "Does GOT7s Jaebum have a sweet tooth for Strawberry Jam!? New couple alert!" It's ridiculous! "Are they serious!? A sweet tooth!? Who is writing this mush!?" "What I don't understand is how they got us mixed up!? I mean, I'm clearly the more desirable one in this relationship.." "Are you trying to make me throw up, or does that just come naturally when looking at your face?" "I'm a masterpiece and you are blessed to be in my presence.." What a dork!

Other activities: it's no secret you live for the dramatics, and the theatre is almost like your second home! So when SM suggested you audition for a couple of upcoming dramas, you jumped on the opportunity! And it was the best thing you could've possibly done! You ended up, not only booking a role, but booking a lead! You got to act along Seo Kang Joon (^ gif ^) who is the sweetest and most talented! You made new life long friends, won a couple of awards and gained a whole new following! Sure, they made you dye your hair a darker shade a red and teased you a bit on set about your sense of humor, but it was totally worth it! "It was so fun! And the hair color choice is actually kind of growing on me!" "Oh really!? Quickly, say that again into the camera! In 10 years when you're bald, I want proof that you were once satisfied..." "JB, I will literally push you off of this rooftop..." You didn't, but you were close to it!

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@suchqt here is your idol ship~ thanks so much for the request and I hope you like it! 😅 Let me know what you think!