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whyanne4 · 9 months

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Memories

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen! Reader

Part: 1/2

Category: angst

Summary: After months of sneaking around with your brothers biggest rival, Charles, you to end your relationship in order to protect both yourself and him from the medias praying eyes.

Right person, wrong situation. Loosely based on Conan Gray’s song: Memories. and Illicit affairs by Taylor Swift.

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“Charles stop, we can't do this anymore.” You said as you felt the brunette slip his arms around your waist and kiss your neck gently. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Why not Y/N?” He whined into your neck.

“Charles I’m serious, stop. What if Max finds out?” You asked as you untangle yourself from his embrace.

“I don’t care.” Charles said defiantly, stepping back a bit.

"Well, I do. Max is my brother, and if he finds out about us, it'll ruin everything," you declared, stepping away and plopping down on the couch in his driver's room and in your mind all you could think of was all of the time you’d spent with Charles on that very same couch. How he’d kissed you and told you you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

You had met Charles through Max, your older brother and fellow F1 driver. The two of them were fierce rivals on the track. And you knew that if Max ever found out about your secret relationship with Charles, it would not only strain their relationship but also create chaos in the F1 media.

Last season, when you started attending more races and spending time with Max's team, you and Charles had found yourselves drawn to each other. It was effortless, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. You had tried to resist the temptation, knowing the potential consequences, but love has a way of breaking down walls.

The months that followed were filled with stolen glances, secret rendezvous, and stolen kisses. Every moment with Charles felt like a dream, and you knew that what you shared was special and rare. Everything was perfect. He was perfect, he still is but the fear of Max's reaction and the media scrutiny always lurked in the back of your mind.

You both had agreed to keep your relationship a secret, knowing that the repercussions of being discovered would be severe. But as time passed, it became harder to hide your feelings for each other. The thrill of the forbidden love mixed with the danger of being caught was intoxicating, but you knew it couldn't go on forever.

You know that it would be terrible for Charless image if the media found out. You were 4 years younger than him and you know that the people on twitter would be having a field day if your relationship ever got out.

So you never told anyone. Not Max, not your friends, nobody. Your relationship was a well kept secret. Sneaking out to see him at his apartment in Monaco or in his drivers room. Secret vacations to foreign countries. Hotel rooms under fake names. Think of anything forbidden and the two of you’ve done it. During those months of sneaking around both you and Charles fell hard for one another.

Those months were probably the best months of your life. He was the perfect guy for you and you hope that you were the perfect girl for him. The love you shared was something out of a fairytale and you knew that it was one for the ages. The kind of love only a few lucky ones get to experience during their lifetime.

But the reality of your situation was inescapable. You knew getting involved with him was a bad idea so you’d broken everything off three months ago. You knew it was the right decision. Trying to maintain your secret relationship would only lead to heartbreak and trouble.

Yet, the heart wants what it wants, and when you saw each other again for the first time since the split at this weekend's Grand Prix, he pulled you into his driver’s room like so many times before. You tried to resist, but your connection was too strong to ignore. One thing led to another and suddenly you were being pushed against a wall with his lips on yours before you came to your senses. Which leds to where you are right now:

“Y/N please listen to me.” Charles begged as he followed you and sat down on the couch beside you. You looked into his gorgeous emerald green eyes like you had a million times before.

“Charles, please don’t.” You tried with him but he wouldn’t let you finish.

“No! I don’t want to stop loving you. You are the one for me and I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else.” He confessed wholeheartedly. You felt the tears start to form in your eyes.

"Charles, please, we can't keep doing this," you said, tears forming in your eyes. "I love you, but we're only hurting ourselves by continuing like this. You knew getting into this that it wouldn’t last. However much I want to, we can never be.” You reasoned with him.

“I don’t care. Y/N you are the love of my life. We can make it work. We don’t have to tell anyone if that's what you want. Or we can tell everyone. Whatever you want.” He pleaded with you. “Or if you don’t want that I can quit F1 and we can run away together. We can get a secret house together in the countryside of France and start a family together or something, anything. I would give you everything I have in a heartbeat. Please just don’t give up on this Y/N. Don’t give up on us.” He started crying quietly and so did you.

“Charles, you know that wouldn’t work. Our families would find out eventually and so would the media. You will be bashed for dating me and your relationship with Max will be ruined.” You pleaded with him.

“I don't care. Y/N, you are the love of my life. We can make it work. We don't have to tell anyone if that's what you want. We can keep it a secret until the time is right,” he pleaded, holding her hand in his.

“Charles, it's not just about the secrecy. It's about our families, Max's feelings, and the media. It's about everything. As much as I love you, I can't put everyone else through that,” she said, her voice filled with sadness.

“So, you think what we had was nothing?” he was rightfully upset, but you didn’t know what else to tell him, he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Please, Charles. This is hard enough as it is. Don’t make it harder than it already is okay. I know that one day you’ll find an amazing girl who will steal your heart and whom you will love 10 times more than me.” You put your hand on his cheek and felt his tears hit your thumb.

“That’s not possible, baby. I don’t want anyone else. We can make it work, please, you’re the one for me. I know it. I’ll never love anyone as much as I love you.” Charles pleaded.

“I love you too, Charles, so much.” You confessed to him. Even if you knew it wouldn’t help the situation at all. You felt the need to let him know that the feelings were not one sided. You loved this man with all your heart and if the circumstances were different, if you his rivals younger sister and if he wasn’t an F1 driver with the whole world watching his every move: You would probably get married, have a couple of kids and then grow old together. You would have the whole white picket-fence dream. But instead you were trapped in this situation and all you could do was try to let him go even if it was hard.

“See, you love me too. Y/N, I promise that things will work out.” He took your hand in his and caressed your palm gently with his thumb. His touch felt so familiar and you just wanted to let all your walls down and let him love you, let yourself love him. But you knew you couldn’t.

“Charles, as much as I want that, it’s just make-believe. It will never work out the way we want to and everyone will be hurt in the end, honey.” You felt the nickname slip from your lips before you could stop it. It was what you called him all throughout your secret rendezvous and the simple word held so much meaning for both of you.

“I know that, baby. I just don’t want to let you go. You’re my favorite person in the whole world. I don’t know how I will ever move on from you.” He seemed to finally give in and as much as it broke your heart you felt relief that he understood and didn’t argue more with you.

“I know it’s hard, honey. Which is why we can’t keep going back to each other from now on, okay? We can’t find an end to something that we keep beginning over and over again. From now on, I can’t be your friend or your lover, Charles. As much as it kills me inside I can’t hold you back from falling in love with somebody else.” You knew your words were harsh but you really needed to put an end to this here and now.

“I understand.” He put both of his hands on your cheeks and met your gaze. Both of your eyes were red from crying and held so many emotions and so much love for one another. “You’ll always be my person, no matter what happens or who I meet. If you ever change your mind I’ll be there for you with open arms no matter what. You’ll always have a piece of my heart Y/N. Please take care of it.”

“I will, I promise.” You vowed to him, your voice cracking as you tried to speak through your tears. “If things were different..” You tried to explain.

“Shh… Don’t worry about it, baby. You don’t have to explain.” He cut you off. “I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you.”

Silence followed as both of you gazed into each other's eyes, trying to savor your last moments together as a couple before all you had left were the memories of better times.

“Can I kiss you one last time?” He asked quietly as if he was afraid of shattering the moment.

“Yes.” Was all you could say before his lips met yours in one final, heart shattering kiss. Your tears mixed as they ran down both of your cheeks. His hands were still on your cheeks and you felt him pushing your face closer to his. You pulled away for air and he did the same.

“I’ll always love you, Charles.” You finally broke the silence.

“I’ll always love you too.” He said and you felt his soft hands leave your tear stained cheeks for the last time before he kissed your forehead and let go of you. You exited his driver’s room, heartbroken with only the memories of him left.

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sapphicscholar · 5 months

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A/N: This chapter brings us to Blanche's POV (and the smut, and also the end of the fic). It is a tight Blanche POV that brings her hangups with it, but this chapter is much less about food than chapter 1.

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Judith’s husband is…quainter than Blanche had expected. Authors gossip, after all, and word on the street had it that Judith had lured the man away from his wife in France. For years, Blanche had imagined some Parisian artist—one who would match Judith, push her. Then again, authors tend to exaggerate and call it craft.

Evan certainly didn’t seem the type for torrid affairs. No, Evan seemed like he was from Kansas. Or Ohio. Some flyover state with heavy food and heavy people and no access to water.

Oh, he’s perfectly nice. But nice doesn’t drive anyone to success. Nice gets you a self-funded television show at a local studio and a squandered contract for a second book that seems like it will never materialize.

The reality of Evan held up against Blanche’s long-held idea of him unsettles her—a forced paradigm shift that haunts her all weekend long. By Monday, she wants nothing more than to be near enough to Judith to hunt for the truth, to root out the kernel of desire that makes everything slot back into place.

With no food to bring Judith, Blanche contents herself with prowling the hallways until Judith arrives, then strides into her office and drops a heavy manuscript folder down in front of her. “This never should have made it to my desk.”

Judith lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Good morning to you, too, Blanche.”

“Yes, yes. That.”

#julia hbo #fanfic #judith jones #blanche knopf #blanche x judith #finished fic!!#smut #ao3feed

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subkaikelly · 11 months

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Introspection || 6/2/23

A sigh, and then, "Kai? We need to talk about something... Kai?"

Pulled out of an afterwork daze, Kai blinked a few times and then lifted his head up to see his roommate sitting on his bed opposite him, giving him a concerned, maybe somewhat apologetic look. It had been a while now, at least a couple months, since they had put some space back between their single beds. It had started simply enough, possibly with Kai saying he didn't want to disturb the other's sleep if he came in late after work on the weekends when the extended curfew on Fridays and Saturdays had lead to Kai hanging around while the kitchen closed down so he could steal even more of his Dom- er, his boss's time, at least Friday nights. Not that he ever went into detail about why he was suddenly there later.

And then, at some point, he noticed his roommate was spending more and more nights away, and he missed his bed being up against his wall, so they had drifted back to how they were before. It seemed like very little time was spent in each other's company, alone, in the room, so things had died down, cooled off, and for Kai's part, he hadn't been fully aware of it.

"Sorry, what's up?" He asked, his mind still half away in thoughts, idly taking off his shoes.

"It's... well, this is kind of awkward, because it sort of feels like a break up," The roommate started, clearly tip-toeing, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings.

"What?" Kai still couldn't quite focus on what the other was trying to get through to him, but it was starting to pull in his attention.

"I mean, we were never official..."

"Who?" Kai blinked, confusion evident.

This next sigh sounded more frustrated, exasperated. "Us! You! And me! We haven't been together in a while, but- in case you still had feelings, I thought it was best I was at least honest with you. I'm seeing somebody else now."

Properly pulled out of his head now, Kai let the words wash over him and sink in. They had definitely been both letting it die, silently, without acknowledging what had been there, so he knew he had to at least give the moment and his roommate the appropriate amount of attention for this. "Oh... yeah, I mean- I've been busy, you've been busy-"

"I really did like you, Kai. I want you to know that. You helped me learn a lot about myself and I'll definitely never forget any of that. But you didn't really make me feel seen... didn't really give me the kind of attention I needed."

Confusion entered back into the mix of stoicism Kai had thought felt about this minute. He shook his head as the reality that he was being broken up with by a non-boyfriend, someone who wasn't out and all he ever could do with had been secreted away in this very room, that he had been so careful with not being the one to spill someone else's secret that he had uncomfortably felt the whole affair away from Harrison, the one person he didn't want to have to be sly to.

For Kai's part, his ghosting and non-recognition of whatever had been occurring between him and his roommate was largely because he didn't want there to be a thing he didn't know how to talk to Harrison about. That, and regardless of facts or logic, the way that the Dom would never ever be his, not the way Kai belonged to him, unofficially at the moment, Kai had been started to catch feelings. It was perhaps inevitable, but Kai for all his naivete had thought the kind of feelings he was having now, that they were reserved for your first love only, and that feelings became somehow more mature when you did, that he wouldn't have that sophomoric fluttering and constant, pestering desire to be near the person, to want to be touching or kissing them, craving their physical presence. He'd thought for sure that there was a love reserved for a sub and their Dom that was more... elevated, sophisticated? Sure, he'd never actually seen evidence of it, now that he really thought about it, but surely-?

"Aren't you even going to say anything?"

Swallowing, tearing himself out of his thoughts, realizing that even in the midst of an important conversation with someone, he'd managed to swing it right back around to the Dominant, he looked appropriately shamefaced as he nodded. "It... yeah... it felt good to be needed by you, honestly, but it also felt... restrictive. I know you're just not ready to be open to others, which I respect, but being your sometimes lover wasn't really... well, it didn't have good foundations."

He could see that his roommate wasn't fully satisfied with those words, and maybe he wanted to argue them, but he just shrugged back at Kai. "Yeah, right... well, you're pretty focused on getting a dominant, which I can't blame you for, but I just need more from someone else. Which is why I started dating a guy who already has a Dom-"

His roommate started in again, but his words triggered more thoughts for Kai, so as he dropped his head and picked at the fuzz on his blanket, he began to feel some doubt and confusion. Did his feelings need to evolve? Did he have to work to get there? Past the clingy keen that they felt now? Would they naturally, or did he have to work at it? Who was he supposed to ask about this? He wasn't good friends with anyone here, least of all someone who seemed to be in a happy, loving claim... where there Dom already had another claim... and like, a live-in boyfriend.

"-And he's been really helping me work on myself and building up my self confidence-"

Was Kai supposed to be upset about this? Should he be trying to get another submissive to have a crush on, so maybe when he wasn't near Harrison, which was already some of five out of the seven days of the week, he wouldn't be counting the fucking hours until the next time?

Kai must have looked properly miserable in his thoughts because his roommate tried to quickly wrap it up. "Anyway- sorry to upset you, I just wanted to be clear, so we can still be friends on the nights I am in here."

Nodding numbly, though not for reasons that his roommate thought, he looked up at him, jaw set, before finally managing out. "Of course, friends." He remembered to smile to show no hard feelings, especially since he currently felt no feelings about it, and went back to getting out of his work clothes, folding them up carefully and getting into some sleepwear.

Perhaps just because he had been naked for a few moments there, he heard his roommate say, sounding somewhat guilty, but eager, "We could still- I dunno... fuck one more time? For... closure?" He'd shrugged. Kai looked over at him, blinking, before he looked down at one of his own wrists and brushed his thumb from his other hand over it.

"Uh... maybe another time," He said, as if the offer of "one more time" might come around later. To be honest, he wasn't thinking very hard about the current conversation, nor the state of his relationship with his roommate. Instead, as he climbed into his bed, he opened up his phone, clicking through, finding a text he hadn't quite felt like sending, and erasing it slowly. "I feel like I should apologize for saying your name in my dream, is that weird?" Maybe not weird, but certainly a symptom of what had been in the undercurrent of his mind for the last week, at least. He was stupid, puppy dog eyes, blushing, eyes constantly seeking him out, in love with the person he wanted for a Dom, and he had no goddamn clue what to do about it.

#self para.

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daniella100 · 8 months

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Birthday Mode has been activated! And how! It started on Aug 3 when I finished my first draft of book #4. It got a lot of traction with last weekend in paradise and it cranked up good this weekend, the whole week actually, a parade of the most gorgeous days as Hurricane Hillary turned out to be the most potent air cleaner I’ve ever seen. It’s been gorgeous in LA. I mean Mission Impossible Dead Reckoning gorgeous… have you seen that movie? Everyone is gorgeous; the Orient Express sequence which includes the motorcycle jump is su-rre-al, absolutely awesome. Birthday bash will culminate on top of a mountain under Full Moon skies on 8/30! Uhuuuuuuu. Yeah! Heck yeah!

8/30 is my favorite day of the year…sorry 12/24, dear Jesus, yours is second and 12/31, you’re third! ❤️

Back to the grind… I wrote on my last blog about Larry Sinclair’s accusations of Obama’s sex drugs war and murder. This is part 2. Sinclair wrote that Donald Young, the Choir Director of the church that Obama attended, an openly gay man had an ongoing affair with Obama and was murdered by Obama’s goons. I looked it up briefly. Young’s mom, a retired police officer knew of the affair, agreed that these people murdered her son, left Chicago in fear also for her life. As I wrote on my last blog, IF a big IF, this is true, which it could be, Obama, just come out and say that you’re bisexual, wtf!!! What’s the big deal man? Killing people over this nonsense.

You think this is impossible to be true? Conspiratorial? Farfetched? Come back for part 3 next week. I will tackle the “war” of the sex drugs murder and war web. With links to factual instances. And those facts are a lot worse than having same sex affairs. And they are facts. No escaping reality. For now: I met an Armenian guy this weekend. He told me that Obama promised his community, in exchange for their votes, to call the Armenian Genocide what it was, a Genocide. 1.5 million Armenians killed “For 8 years he played us…”

Remember Guantanamo…?

Yeah, part 3 will come and it’ll disgust you.

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ironsaladcrusade · 1 year

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myempirepro-blog · 2 years

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7 Stages of Emotional Affairs + Additional TIPS

Welcome back to LOLAandOLA.com. Let’s talk about the 7 stages of an emotional affair; a sequel to “5 signs of an emotional affair”.

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As usual, we are answering your question. Feel free to continue leaving them in the comment area or send an email to [email protected]

Let’s check out this story.

“So my wife seems to be having an emotional affair with her boss.

She locked me out of her home computer a few months back (it was shared).

Just before that I noticed she'd been trying to find a way to stop her phone messages being saved in the cloud.

When I did see some of her messages she's been texting with him all times of day and at weekends.

When she went away on a trip a couple of times, he was getting pictures and texts etc. I got nothing.

He talks back with her a lot.

She's deleted a lot of the texts (presumably the worst ones??).

Some of the texts seem to be suggestive but I can't see if they lead anywhere but I don't think anything physical has happened.

It's more flirting.”

Sorry about this trauma. It’s going to take a lot of work to get out of this funk. And I am sorry you have to go through this.

Maybe understanding the stages of emotional affairs can help you put things in better perspective so you can move forward in the most effective way.

Let’s get into it.

Stage 1

Void

In order for another person to occupy the space of intimacy in a relationship, there must be some type of void.

This is not to blame or assign fault away from the transgressor to the other partner but to highlight the fact that it is what it is.

If you caught your partner in this type of bad behavior, always remember it’s not your fault but that’s not equivalent to not assuming responsibility in the overall status of your relationship.

Stage 2

Friendship

You’ve always had friends anyway. For women, they often need to feel safe and secure.

So the closest person to that when there is a void they want to fill in their present relationship or marriage are ex’s.

Ladies. Be careful with keeping friendships with your exes. It might seem innocent because after all there are stages.

You probably already know that everything feels wrong but right at the same time with this inappropriate relationship.

If you are not careful, you will eventually find yourself justifying it. Don’t wait for it because again, friendship is a seemingly innocent stage of emotional affairs.

Stage 3

Sharing

In this stage, the transgressor is getting comfortable and starting to share intimate details with the loser on the side.

Why are they losers? It’s just the reality because you are clearly not 100% emotionally available but yet, they are hoping to build something serious usually.

There is a void as I stated in stage one but it is not the same thing as being emotionally available which is a requirement for a healthy relationship.

Not only was that lady sharing details, when she went away on a trip a couple of times, the loser was getting pictures and texts while the husband got nothing.

At this point, the marriage is in the danger zone.

Stage 4

Secrecy

What happens next? The transgressor is leaving exhibits and digital footprints on SMS, text messages and WhatsApp right?

These are now secrets which in this context can be described somewhat as lies. They have to tell more lies and create more secrets to cover up.

But there is a problem.

No matter how much they try to delete messages, it gets worse because even though… remember that story…

“She's deleted a lot of the worst texts ,the remaining seem to be suggestive.”

Yes he couldn’t see if they led anywhere or think anything physical had happened. But the mind doesn’t know that.

Stage 5

Fantasy

Up till this stage, nothing has necessarily happened physically. But the natural order of things is for the mind to engage images of going all the way through.

At this stage, the transgressor is starting to fantasize not just about physical intimacy but also about what life could be like with the side person.

The mind won’t rest or let’s flip it. The mind may not be able to comprehend the danger in all of these until a physical act has happened.

That’s why people would call it a mistake while in reality this can only be realistically described as premeditated in reality.

Stage 6

Dependency

At this stage, the transgressor has spent a lot of energy on this side relationship. Yes. they might as well call it a relationship because it’s denial.

They’ve started to fantasize about life with this person and the last thing they want you to call the interaction is an affair.

If you don’t speak to them in a day, your mind won't rest. It’s an unhealthy dependency because you can’t really live in truth; nonetheless a dependency.

Don’t forget that the transgressor still depends on the actual partner for something hence the difficulty in just leaving as opposed to cheating.

Stage 7

Justification

At this stage, a transgressor is actively trying to turn a lie into a truth.

Actually, they are probably being honest since they have been intimate with another person consistently over a period of time.

There is an illusion of greener grass on the other side.

So even though it’s a dishonest lifestyle, it was filling a void and therefore feels like the truth and it’s just being actively justified.

At least, it might feel justified. It is not. That band aid must be ripped off that open and rotten wound once and for all.

Many pieces of advice on the internet will probably be conclusive and I know that you probably don’t want to end the marriage. So it’s confusing at best.

You might not know how far the affair has gone but it really doesn’t matter. Emotional affairs can hurt just as much if not more because of the fear of the unknown.

Reference our last video for recovery tips if you’ve caught your partner in this bad behavior. It’s called “5 Signs of An Emotional Affair + 5 RECOVERY TIPS”.

We share our own story inside the book "GET MY MARRIAGE BACK" which you can download for free at www.GetMyMarriageBack.com

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straylightdream · 3 years

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give yourself a try - b.c (m)

featuring: bang chan x f.reader

fake dating au

↳ She had to attend her estrange fathers wedding, and didn’t want to go alone. Chan offers to go as her fake boyfriend so she doesn’t have to face the wedding alone.

genre: 3rd person reader insert, romance, no idol au, fake wedding date, angst, family drama, smut, explicit sexual content, cussing

an: day 2 of my 8 days of Stray Kids. This a reworking of story on my old spidey-babe-parker tumblr.

At age eleven you learned the harsh reality that not all marriages work out. On one warm June afternoon you walked into the kitchen in the home you grew up in to find your parents in the middle of an argument. Your mother tearfully informed you that your mother and father were getting divorced. Your father left that day and you didn’t see him for about two months. When he finally came back around, you got to meet his new girlfriend that he had an affair with. At age eleven you built up walls around your heart without even trying. You learned a harsh lesson that love might not actually exist.

Sitting in Minho’s apartment you sat at the kitchen table working on your presentation you had to do for school. Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a text from your father. As you read over the text, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Minho watched as his friend groaned while reading something. “What are you annoyed about?” he asked before taking a drink from the bottle of beer that was sitting on the table.

“Well my father is getting married in two weeks and just decided to let me know,” you sighed. You weren't exactly surprised that he was getting married. You had met his girlfriend who you assumed was his new fiancé a few times. You weren’t exactly the biggest fan of hers. She was quite a bit younger than your father and pretty stuck up.

To say that your relationship with her father was stranded would be an understatement. When you were thirteen, he attempted to see you one weekend every month. He soon learned that he didn’t have much in common with you, and he went back to occasionally having dinner with you like once a month. In the last year he had only seen you maybe three times, and you didn’t even know that he was engaged to his new young girlfriend.

“Are you going to go?” Minho asked, knowing that you don’t have a great relationship with your father. There had been a handful of drunken nights, where you had breakdowns over the feeling that your father was never going to truly love you. You always felt as if you were never good enough for your father.

“I don’t think I have a choice, if I don’t go, my grandma, and dad won’t let me live it down,” you sighed. “Oh my god I don’t want to go to this alone.” You knew that this wedding was going to be a lot of people asking you why you're single, and if you’re going to have kids. All your cousins were married and had kids, and you’re the only single one. Every Christmas one of the few times you would see that side of the family would always harp on you and ask a million questions about your life.

“You should have someone go with you,” Minho said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Do you want to go with me?” you asked, praying maybe Minho could save you from going to this alone. You knew that Minho could play the part as the perfect boyfriend. Your mother already loved him and constantly told you that you should date someone like Minho. You knew her father would love him too

“I can't because it's my mom’s birthday that weekend so I’m going to be at a family event out of town,” he said feeling bad. You could tell that he didn’t want you going alone, but he wasn’t able to go to help you out.

“Literally everyone is going to be in my business about not having a boyfriend, I need to get a boyfriend within the next two weeks,” you said with a sarcastic laugh knowing damn well that was going to be nearly impossible.

“What are you talking about?” Chan asked, walking into the kitchen where his two friends were sitting down. He sat down next to Minho and looked over at you.

“My dad is getting married in two weeks and I don’t want to go alone. I’m not looking forward to being asked the same questions about my dating life over and over again,” she sighed dramatically, leaning forward and resting her face in her hands.

“So, do you want someone to be your fake date?” Chan asked.

“Yes, she wants a fake date,” Minho said before taking another drink of his beer.

Chan shrugged his shoulders and said, “I mean I can go with you if you want. I think I would make a pretty good fake boyfriend.”

She looked up at Chan and knit her eyebrows together and stared at him wondering if he was serious. “Are you being serious about offering to be my fake date?”

He shrugged his shoulders again, “yeah why not? Weddings are great, there is free food, and normally there are free drinks.”

Shutting her laptop, she looked over at Chan who was smiling. “Bang Chan, you're a lifesaver.”

“What’s the plan for the wedding?” he asked, giving her a calming smile.

“Well we need to drive two hours away to the city they’re getting married in. My dad said he would book me a hotel for the weekend. I’ll let him know I’m bringing my boyfriend.”

-&-

It was the weekend of her father’s wedding and Chan and her were driving up two hours away to the wedding venue. She couldn’t lie she was pretty nervous about bringing Chan up as her fake boyfriend. She hated bringing dates to her family events, especially my dad’s side of the family. They always tended to ask people inappropriate questions and get into her business.

“So how long have we been dating?” Chan asked as he kept driving.

She looked over at him and realized that they needed to come up with a story on how long they were dating, and how they met. She hadn’t actually put any thought into this, luckily Chan knew they needed to have a game plan.

“I guess we can say six months that way I can say we started dating after Christmas.”

“Okay, sounds good, are we saying that we were friends before we started dating?” he asked.

“Yeah I think that sounds good?”

She liked that Chan seemed like he had put some effort into having somewhat of a backstory for their relationship. He wasn’t trying to half ass this.

They arrived at the fancy hotel that her father was getting married at. Chan got out of the car and walked over to help her get out of the car. He popped the trunk open and walked over to get their suitcases. She went to walk inside, but before she could walk away Chan reached down and grabbed her hand. She stopped walking and looked down at her and Chan’s hand. He gave her a small smile and nodded, she felt safe with him holding her hands.

They walked into the hotel lobby and were greeted by her dad and his new young wife. The nerves suddenly kicked in as they started walking towards her and Chan.

“Sweetie, I’m so glad you’re here,” her future stepmom said as she wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. She dropped Chan’s hand and looked over at him with startled eyes. She wasn’t exactly a fan of Dea. She thought she was shallow and she didn’t like that she was barely ten years older than her.

Dea let go of her and walked over and wrapped her arms around an unexpected Chan. “You must be her boyfriend, Chan.”

“Yep,” Chan said awkwardly.

Dea let go of Chan and walked over and stood next to her dad. “I’m glad you came sweetie” he said knowing that there was a chance his daughter wouldn’t come to this wedding.

“Which room are we in?” she asked, changing the subject. She desperately wanted to get away from her dad and Dea. She needed time to unwind from everyone and maybe spend some time with Chan.

“You guys are on floor three in room 389,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out her and Chan’s room keys.

“Thanks,” she said, taking the room key.

She reached down and took Chan’s hand and walked them over to the elevator. The moment they were in the elevator the moment the doors shut she let out a sigh of relief. Leaning against the wall she looked up at Chan wondering if he regretted coming along on this trip.

“Dea is very young?” he said, breaking the silence between them.

“Yeah my dad likes them younger than him,” she sighed. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, and they walked down the hall towards their room. Opening the door, they walked inside and they looked over at the queen size bed that was in the center of the room. She looked over at Chan as he sat his suitcase down.

“I can sleep on the couch if you want,” he said, walking over and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Chan were both adults. We can share the bed,” she said.

She couldn’t lie she had always had somewhat of a crush on Chan since she had known him. He was a handsome guy and was super charming, but Chan had always been somewhat of a heartbreaker. She also didn’t think that Chan would ever return the feelings to her, so she always just pushed them away. She knew if she didn’t have feelings for him, she couldn’t get hurt.

“Okay I don’t mind sharing the bed at all.”

She walked over and sat down next to him on the bed. He reached over and laced his fingers with hers and gently squeezed her hand three times.

“You’re going to get through this weekend. I’ll be here the whole time with you. I’ll be there to hold your hand whenever things get rough.”

She looked over at Chan who was giving her a soft smile, letting her know that this was going to be okay. That he was here to support her through all this, and she wasn’t alone.

“This is going to be an interesting weekend.”

They spent time in their room for a few hours. Chan took a nap while she sat on her laptop at the small table that was placed in front of the window. She took this time to work on a few projects she had for summer school.

As the sun started to set, she knew that Chan and her were going to have to get ready to go to the rehearsal dinner. This was going to be the moment when the rest of her family saw her with Chan. She stood in the bathroom putting on makeup as Chan was getting dressed. She put her hair into loose wavy and got dressed in a pale pink dress she had to buy just for the rehearsal dinner. Walking into the bedroom she found Chan sitting on the bed looking at his phone. He was dressed in a pair of grey dress pants, and white dress shirt without a tie. She couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked.

As he looked up and his bright eyes locked onto hers, he couldn’t help but smile. “You look beautiful,” he stood up and walked over to her.

They walked to the rehearsal dinner that was being held in the lavish ballroom that was connected to the hotel. The whole time they were attending the dinner, Chan rarely left her side. He was either holding her hand or he had his hand resting on the small of her back letting her know that he was always with her. He braved all of her family as every single one of them came up to badger the happy “couple” with a million questions. As her grandmother came up for her round of nosy questions, she had never been happier in her life to have Chan by her side.

Her grandmother seemed to instantly love Chan, and she couldn’t say she was surprised. Chan was extremely charming and seemed to know the correct answer to every question her grandmother seemed to throw at Chan. The night couldn’t have gone better and that was a major relief to (YN).

As the dinner ended the two of them made their way back to their room. The moment the door was shut Chan untuck his shirt and started unbuttoning it. She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed taking a moment to relax before she started getting ready for bed. Looking over at Chan who was shirtless she couldn’t help but stare at his bare torso. She looked up at Chan to find him staring back at her smiling. Her cheeks burned as she was suddenly embarrassed that he caught her checking him out.

He didn’t bother saying anything, he knew that she seemed quite embarrassed that he had caught her wandering eyes. Biting his lip, he held back a soft laugh.

She quickly stood up and walked off to the bathroom so she could remove her make up and get ready for bed. As she removed her make-up, she splashed water on her face and looked into the mirror and whispered to herself, “you don’t like him. This whole thing isn’t real, he’s flirting and acting nice because he’s your fake boyfriend.” She shook her head knowing she needed to snap out of it. She wasn’t allowed to have feelings for him.

As she got dressed in her pajamas, she walked back into the bedroom and found Chan under the covers laying down. She suddenly wondered if she should just sleep on the couch for the night so she and Chan didn’t have to awkwardly share a bed. Being so close to him while he slept only in pajama pants might just be too much for her.

Before she could even say anything, Chan spoke up, “are you okay if I sleep on this side of the bed.”

She nodded and walked over to the other side of the bed and slowly crawled into bed.

Laying on her side she looked over at Chan who was laying on his back staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head. She knew he probably thought this side of her family was crazy, and she couldn’t blame him. She wasn’t a big fan of this side of the family either. She was basically an outcast and she was well aware of it.

He reached over and turned off the light that was on the bed side table, “why do I feel like at the moment you’re over thinking everything.”

Her and Chan had been friends for a while, and he knew her pretty well. She wasn’t going to get away with saying that everything was fine, because at the moment everything was very far from fine. This whole trip had her completely on edge and filled with anxiety.

“This whole weekend is just extremely stressful. I also feel bad that I dragged you into it,” she sighed.

He moved so he was laying on his side staring at her. He gently reached over and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear that had fallen in her face, and softly said, “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me this weekend. I’m here to hold your hand and make it through this weekend.”

She nodded her head slowly and gave him a soft smile. There was something about knowing that Chan was just there as moral support made her feel better.

“Tomorrow at that wedding we are going to make such a hot couple that everyone is going to be jealous,” he smiled.

She couldn’t help but smile back at him, “well my family already thinks you’re an amazing boyfriend.”

“I can’t help it, I'm known to be pretty charming,” he reached over and laced his fingers with her causing her stomach to twist with the feeling of butterflies. “Also, for some reason grandparents always seem to like me.”

She smiled, “well I think you’re the first boyfriend I have ever brought to a family event that my grandmother actually likes. She’s pretty savage when it comes to asking personal questions.”

He squeezed her hand gently and said, “well I didn’t think she wasn’t too bad.”

Silently they stared at each other for a moment just enjoying each other’s company when she broke the silence, “I don’t think I could have done this without you.”

“I’m glad you asked me to come to this wedding with you. I don’t feel like we ever hang out without Minho, and it’s nice to finally have some one-on-one time.”

She nodded, “yeah I feel like we’re actually getting to know each other.”

“Yeah, and I like that a lot.” He put emphasis on a lot, and she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Chan had feelings for her that she didn’t know about. What little time they spent together she was already questioning her feelings for him. She knew putting on a show tomorrow at the wedding wasn’t going to help her confusion at all.

- & -

As the morning light shined through the curtains, she woke up with Chan’s strong body curled up next to her. Her eyes popped open when she realized how close they were. Chan started to stir and his arm that swung across her soft stomach pulled her body closer to his tone body. He nuzzled against her back and her eyes stayed wide open. She wondered if he was aware of what he was doing.

He stayed close to her holding her for about five minutes before she gently lifted his arm and moved away from him. As she started to get out of bed Chan’s warm eyes slowly opened.

“Good morning,” he yawned.

“Morning.”

“What time is the wedding?” he asked.

“The ceremony starts at three,” she said as she got out of bed.

He nodded his head and yawned as he rolled onto his back, and slowly stretched. She couldn’t help but stare at his practically naked body as he put his body on display as he stretched. Looking away quickly she walked off to her suitcase.

“Did you need to use the bathroom before I take a shower?” she asked.

“Yeah let me go really quick,” he got out of bed and walked off to the bathroom.

She looked through her suitcase to pull out the dress she had bought to wear to the wedding. Turning around she found Chan walking out of the bathroom.

“Did we want to go grab brunch or something before the wedding?” he asked.

She nodded, “yeah that would be nice.”

“Should we get ready in normal clothes and get dressed for the wedding after brunch?” he sat down on the edge of bed.

She nodded, “yeah that sounds perfect.”

She pulled out the light blue dress she had bought for the wedding. She hung the dress up in the closet and then walked back to the suitcase to grab her sundress she had picked out to wear to brunch.

Walking into the bathroom she turned on the shower and let the water warm up, as she stripped away her clothes. Stepping into the shower she tried not to think about the stress of the day that was ahead of her. As she let the warm wash over her as she tried to not think about anything other than the fact that Chan was going to be by her side. Her mind started to wonder as she thought of the handsome man that she had cuddled with last night. She couldn’t help but think about how comfortable it felt waking up in his arms.

She finished showering and got dressed and put on her base make up so all she would have to put on when they got back from lunch would be her eye makeup.

Walking into the room she found Chan laying on the bed staring at his phone. Glancing up he sat his phone on the bed and gave her a smile. His smile had always gave her butterflies, from the first moment they had met, even as time passed nothing had changed.

“Ready to grab some food?” he asked.

She nodded as she put on her black flats and walked over to grab her purse. Chan jumped up and grabbed his wallet and the room key. They stepped into the hallway and without thinking Chan reached down and laced his fingers with hers. She couldn’t help the warm feeling in her stomach as he held her hand tightly leading her down the hallway. As they stepped into the elevator, he continued to hold her hand, never letting go. The doors opened on the main floor and they stepped out and immediately ran into her grandmother and her Aunt Rita.

They waved the two of them down and Chan leaned down and whispered into her ear, “we can make it quick and I’ll whisk you away.”

She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

“Look at the adorable couple,” her aunt said, stopping right in front of them.

“Chan, where are you and my granddaughter off to?”

“We’re grabbing some brunch before we get ready for the wedding,” he smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips to her cheek. This was the first time they had ever shared any type of kiss, even if it was just a peck on the cheek.

“Oh, how romantic,” her aunt said.

“Well we’ll leave you two love birds alone then,” her grandmother said before walking away.

He leaned down once again with his lips brushing her ear and whispered, “I told you I was going to save you.”

“I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this weekend,” her tone was completely serious as she looked into his warm eyes. She didn’t understand how he could be such an amazing friend and so emotionally supportive for her.

He gave her his signature charming smile, “getting to spend a weekend with you is enough.”

Her heart started racing as she stared at him wondering if she had just heard him correctly. What little bit of alone time they had spent together was reminding her of her crush she had on Chan, and she was wondering if maybe it was more than a crush based on the way he was making her feel. She was also wondering if maybe he returned her feelings, based on what he had been saying.

They sat in the café that was connected to the hotel. They were both enjoying their waffles and making small talk. Her and Chan had been friends for a while, but she wasn’t as close with him as she was with Minho. This time they had spent together she felt like they had grown a lot closer. Just him spending time with her made her feel a lot more comfortable about everything.

She stopped eating and stared at Chan smiling while listening to him tell a story about him and Minho when they were kids growing up. She always loved hearing funny stories about Minho and Chan’s childhood. She met the boys during college and had grown extremely close with Minho, and she had become friends with Chan along the way.

They finished eating and walked back to their room hand in hand. Chan didn’t think twice about lacing his fingers with hers. She kept telling herself that he was holding her hand because he knew he had to play the role of her loving boyfriend. If she didn’t keep telling herself that she might start falling for him, and couldn’t handle it if he didn’t feel the same way. Her goal of this wedding was for her to keep her feelings under control.

Walking into the room she walked over to the closet and grabbed her cream and gold dress. She excused herself to the bathroom so she could curl her hair and put on the rest of her makeup.

As she placed the final curl in her hair, she grabbed her dress off the back of the door, and slipped it on. She couldn’t get the zipper up the rest of the way and held the dress up as she walked into the room to find looking extremely handsome in a suit and tie.

His eyes went wide and a huge smile formed on his face as he stared at her, “you look so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, not even sure if she could speak at that moment. “Can you help with the zipper?” she turned around and lifted her hair out of the way of the zipper.

Silently he stepped forward and slowly dragged her zipper the rest of the way. His hand lingered on her exposed skin above her dress. He gently reached and moved her hair back.

Turning around she faced him once again and stared at him silently. Her stomach was doing flips at the way that he was looking at her. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever looked at her the way Chan was looking at her at that moment.

Looking over at the clock that was on the wall and saw they only had about twenty minutes until the wedding started. He reached down and took his hand in hers and said, “I think maybe we should head off to the wedding.”

She nodded, “okay.”

They walked through the hotel out to the garden where the ceremony was being held. Chan and her sat in the middle away from all her family. He had his arm over her shoulder and held her soft body close to his. He kept leaning over and whispering random things into her ear. She knew they were truly putting on one hell of a show, but she didn’t know how much of it was a show on her part.

As the ceremony started, she couldn’t lie she truly hated it. She didn’t like watching her father get remarried. It just meant she was going to see him even less, and most likely their relationship was going to grow even more strand. As they exchanged vows many people were crying happy tears in the crowd, and her eyes started to brim with tears but they weren’t happy tears. Chan noticed right away and leaned over and pressed his lips to her cheek kissing away the tears that slowly started to fall. He reached over with his free hands and laced his fingers with hers, and squeezed her hand three times.

She looked over at him trying to stop crying and he leaned over and whispered, “if you want to leave now, we can. Or we can walk off to get some air. I just want you to know you aren’t alone.”

“I’m going to be okay,” she whispered as she squeezed his hand.

The ceremony came to a close and the bride and groom exited, and everyone slowly started heading off to the large ballroom that was set up. She sat completely still not really moving, she was trying to gather herself as much as possible. Chan didn’t move or say anything, he just held her hand knowing that all this was extremely tough for her.

Chan had heard her talk about her relationship with her father before, and Minho had told him quite a bit about it. He knew going into this weekend she needed someone to let her know she wasn’t alone.

As they were left alone in the garden she finally slowly stood up and started smoothing out her dress. Chan stood up and watched her closely. Reaching up she brushed the tears away from one side of her face, but before she could reach the other cheek he reached over and gently rested his hand on her cheek and brushed away her tears with his thumb. His warm eyes were locked on her sad eyes as he stared at her for a long moment, before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead gently. She closed her eyes taking in his closeness as his lips lingered on her forehead. She reached for his hand and squeezed his hand just needing to be close to him for a moment.

“Are you ready for this?” she asked not even sure if she was truly ready.

He nodded, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

She pulled away, still holding his hand and led him towards the ballroom. Stopping right outside the doors of the room that was filled with over a hundred people. He reached up and placed hand on her cheek once again. She looked at him confused on why he stopped them, but she didn’t ask why, she just stared at him.

“I want you to know that you’re a very special girl, and I wouldn’t be just anyone’s fake boyfriend. I did this because you mean a lot to me, and you are so strong. I know this sucks, having to watch your father get married again. I know I’m rambling a lot right now, but I need you to know that you don’t need your father's approval on anything in life. If he doesn’t see how special you are and how talented and amazing you are. He’s fucking idiot, and he doesn’t deserve your love.”

She stared at him, blinking, taking in everything he had just said to her. His sweet words had her once again on the brink of tears.

“When all this is over and we go home, I want you to know that I’m still going to be there to hold your hand if you need me to.”

She nodded her head and smiled, “Bang Chan you are something else.”

“Is that a good thing?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Are you ready to put on a show?” she asked.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her cheek and with his lips still ghosting her skin he whispered, “this doesn’t have to be a show, this can all be as real as you want it to.”

Her heart raced and butterflies filled her stomach as she stared at him wide eyed, wondering if that meant that he might feel something real for her.

“Let’s go doll,” he moved away from her and led her into the ballroom that was already packed.

They walked over and found their seats. She was relieved that she was at least sitting with some of her cousins that she was at least a little close with. Chan leaned over and let her know he was going to find them some drinks and she stayed to talk to her cousin Irene who was her age and newly married.

“So where did you find that hot one?” Irene asked, smiling.

She couldn’t help but feel pretty proud that people were impressed with how hot her date was. “He’s a friend from college that I stayed close with.”

Irene brought a glass of wine up to her lips and took a sip and smiled at her cousin, “well you should keep him around and bring him to more family events, because he’s a babe.”

Before (YN) could even respond Chan walked over and sat a drink down in front of her. Chan pressed his lips to her cheek for a quick kiss as he sat down next to her.

“Did I miss anything?” he asked.

Irene shook her head, “nope.”

“Are you two not a big fan of PDA?” Irene asked, realizing that Chan only ever kissed her cheek.

(YN) knit her eyebrows together realizing that Chan and her hadn’t actually shared a kiss outside of his sweet kisses on her cheeks or forehead.

“I was just trying to be respectful of her family,” Chan chimed in knowing that she was probably at a loss for words.

“Believe me sweetie nobody is going to be offended if you kiss for real,” Irene said before taking another sip of her wine.

Chan turned to look at (YN) who still looked pretty caught off guard by everything. He reached over and rested his hand on her cheek and stared at her wondering if she was okay with them sharing a real kiss.

She mouthed, “yeah.”

Chan took that as his cue and leaned forward to connect his lips to hers for a searing kiss. The moment their lips touch, electricity courses through her veins. There was a spark between her and Chan that up until that moment she didn’t think existed. Their lips moved together, and Chan gently slid his tongue across her bottom lips asking to deepen the kiss. She reached forward and gripped his blazer as their lips danced.

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused her to pull away from Chan. She looked up to see her father standing there.

“I see you two are having fun,” he father awkwardly said.

“Sorry about that sir,” Chan said, not really being sorry at all.

“Honey, I was wondering if we could have a father daughter dance?”

She wasn’t even able to fully process what had just happened between her and Chan, and she was being put on the spot to share a dance with her father that she really didn’t want to share.

“Sure,” she said awkwardly.

Following her father through the crowd they started playing a slow version of “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles. Her father reached out for her and they started slowly dancing together in front of the whole ballroom. They were completely silent; she didn’t even know what they should even talk about.

“So that Chan guy seems good for you,” he said, speaking up.

For some reason his statement annoyed her, “what does that mean?”

“I think he could give you a good life, and you wouldn’t have to worry about working. He could really take care of you,” her father smiled, completely unaware of how annoying his comments were.

“Am I ever going to be good enough for you?” she asked, staring at him.

“(YN) why would you even ask me that?” he didn’t seem to understand why his daughter was so upset.

“I could be a god damn rocket scientist who is a millionaire, and somehow or another you would still be disappointed in me.”

He shook his head, “that’s not true. I just have such high hopes for you,” he whispered, attempting to not cause a scene. They were supposed to be sharing a touching father and daughter dance, and not arguing.

“I had high hopes for you when I was a kid, but that didn’t matter, you still cheated,” she pulled away from her father as the song came to close.

He stared at her wide eyed, “(YN) that had nothing to do with you. That was and still is between your mother and I.”

“Well you left us, so I think it had something to do with me.”He silently stared at her wide eyed, not sure what to say to her. “I shouldn’t have even come to this,” she sighed, stepping away from him.

“(YN) I want you to know that I love you,” her father stated.

Silently she nodded and walked towards Chan. She didn’t say anything as she sat down, she reached for her drink that Chan had brought her and chugged it. Chan watched knowing that they had said things on the dance floor that had left her upset. As she reached for his drink, he placed his hand lightly on her wrist to stop her. He couldn’t have her getting wasted at this wedding, she would regret it in the morning if she did.

“I’m never going to be enough,” she whispered, staring into his bright eyes.

“That is not true, you are more than enough. You’ve always been enough to me.”

His statement suddenly made her world feel like it was spinning.

As music started playing loudly across the ballroom everyone that had been sitting at their table got up to go dance. The two of them stayed at the table. She was still trying to take in his statement when he said “That is not true, you are more than enough. You’ve always been enough to me.” Her world felt like it was spinning.

Her eyes were locked on his bright ones, and in that moment, she was completely lost in his warm eyes. After the interaction with her father she felt completely and utterly heartbroken, but right in that exact moment she felt like she was going to be okay. She had Chan sitting right across from her letting her know that her father didn’t matter. If he didn’t think she was enough, he was an idiot.

Her heart was racing a million miles an hour as her eyes started to brim with tears once again. Biting her bottom lip, she wasn’t even sure what she should say.

“Are you okay,” Chan asked, growing concerned about her.

Slowly she nodded and whispered, “Am I really enough?”

“I don’t think you are aware how much you mean to me,” he reached over and squeezed her hand. “I came here this weekend because I knew you needed a friend, and because I wanted a chance to see if you would maybe want more…” he hesitated. “(YN) I like you, a lot. I totally understand if you just want a friend, but I want you to know how I feel.”

Her eyes grew wide as shock took over her body. Silently she stared at him, not even sure what to say to him.

“You don’t have to say anything, but I want you to know how I feel. I also want to let you know that I don’t think you should give a single fuck what any of your family thinks about you. Especially your father.”

“Chan, I like you too,” she said, finally speaking up.

He smiled and reached over and rested his hand on her cheek, “did you maybe want to share a dance?”

The music had switched to a slow song, and she couldn’t lie she loved the idea of getting to dance with Chan.

She nodded and stood up, and reached her hand out. He laced his fingers with hers and she led him to the dance floor. They moved through the crowded dance floor that was filled with couples dancing. She stopped and Chan pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around Chan’s neck and she wrapped his arms around her torso. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at her, it made him happy to see her smiling a little. She looked down at his shirt, suddenly nervous to make eye contact. They had just confessed their feelings to each other and suddenly they were sharing a slow dance.

“You know you are by far the most beautiful girl in this room,” his sweet words caused her to blush.

Glancing up at him through her eyelashes she couldn’t believe this moment was real between them. Suddenly everything seemed like a dream as they swayed to the beat of the song.

“You are quite the charmer Chan,” she blushed.

“I only want to be charming when it comes to you jiga.”

Looking up at him she couldn’t help the big smile that was on face, “I couldn’t have made it through this without you.”

“I’m going to be here for you even after we go home, and I will be your fake boyfriend forever if you need me to be,” he didn’t want to be just her fake boyfriend. “I could also be more if you would want that.” He was putting his heart and the ego on the line right then, but he needed to know that he would take more if she would give him more.

“I want more,” she whispered as they stopped moving and stared at each other.

Without a single word he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her. Their lips moved together as he deepened the kiss he reached up and placed his hand on her cheek holding her close. She knew they were probably causing a scene making out on the dance floor, but she didn’t care. The room could have been on fire and she wouldn’t have even noticed. At that moment nothing seemed to matter other than her and Chan.

Pulling away she whispered, “please take me to our room.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded and reached down, taking his hand. She led him through the ballroom and out the large white doors they had entered through. They silently made their way through the hotel and up the elevator. Nothing was said between them but Chan stared at her as if the two of them were the only people in the entire room. Her stomach was doing flips at the thought of what was about to happen.

As they entered the room she made quick work of removing her shoes and turned to look at Chan who was removing his suit jacket. He stared at her wondering if they should just watch a movie and not do anything in the heat of the moment. He was worried she was just acting on her emotions.

She reached behind her to start trying to remove her dress. She turned so her back was to Chan, she knew she was going to need his help removing the dress. He stepped forward and moved her hair to the side and placed a sweet kiss on the back of her neck. A shiver went down her spine at the feeling of his electric touch. Slowly he dragged the zipped down her light blue dress and kissed his way down her spine. She held her eyes closed tight taking in the feeling of his touch.

The dress was a pool at her feet. She turned to face him in nothing but her bra and panties.

They stood in the bedroom knowing that what was about to happen was going to change everything. They had confessed their feelings for each other, but they knew that this was a big step. Chan had made her feel like she was the most important person in the world, and she still wasn’t even able to figure out how to fully process that.

“Chan what is going on here?” she asked, needing to know if he wanted this to happen. Because right then and there she felt as if she needed him with every part of her body and soul.

He was staring at her with lust blown pupils, he had just laid his heart out on the line, and told her that he wanted more. He wanted to give her everything, but this all had to be on her terms.

“I don’t know what's happening,” he said softly.

“Chan, I want this but we’re not just caught up in the illusion of a fake relationship, right?” she sighed as she reached up and rested her hand on his cheek. She needed to make sure that what they felt for each other was real.

“Everything I feel for you has nothing to do with our faking a relationship. I know you think we’re caught up in the moment, but it’s real.”

“I know, I know. It’s just… damnit, I want you,” she sighed. “This has just been such a crazy weekend. I just need to know that this is all real.”

“I know this has been a crazy weekend, but I want you to know that I want you too,” he reassured her. He had a lot of thoughts going through his mind. “I want you so badly. I have for a while, but if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I want you to know that everything I feel for you is real.”

“Promise me that even after we do this, you’ll still want me.” She needed to know that this was all real to him. That this wasn’t part of the illusion.

He leaned forward to give her a quick kiss, and slowly said, “I’ve wanted you for a while, and if you want this to be real. I’ll want you five seconds from now, and even five decades from here on.”

“Okay,” she whispered, stepping away from him.

He stared at her as she reached behind her to remove her strapless bra. As it fell to the floor Chan stared at her in awe for a moment before he started to remove his tie. He untucked his shirt and she stepped forward to help him unbutton his shirt.

Leaning forward he placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, “I’ll never get over how beautiful you are.”

She blushed some more as she finished unbuttoning his shirt.He quickly took off his shoes and removed his socks, and got his pants off.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, staring at her soft body.

She normally wasn’t the most comfortable person being naked, but the way he was looking at her made her feel comfortable.

Silently she nodded, and he reached out and gently massaged her breast. He leaned forward and started kissing her bare shoulder and worked his way up her neck placing gentle bites and wet kisses. She couldn’t help but let a soft moan pass her lips. His hand moved to the top of her undies, and slowly played with the seaming before his hand slid in. His fingers parted her folds and he gently stroked her sensitive nub.

She gasped at his touch, and reached out to palm him through his boxers. He grew harder in her hand as she continued to palm him as he pet her core slowly.

“I need you,” she murmured.

“Okay jiga,” he whispered, removing his hand from her panties.

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet to remove his “incase of emergency condom”, he had always carried with him. She removed her undies and crawled on to the bed, and watched as he kicked off his boxers and tore the foil packet open with his teeth. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he rolled the rubber down his length.

Crawling onto the bed he slowly parted her knees and stared down at her for a long moment before finally speaking, “(YN) are you sure you want this right now? We can always wait and do this another time.”

She nodded, “yeah, I want this. I want you.”

“Okay,” he slowly lined up with her entrance. “At any time this is too much for you, just tell me and we can stop right then. Don’t worry about upsetting me, I won’t be upset.”

“Chan I just want this,” she reached for his strong hand that was resting on her round hip.

“Okay,” he whispered as he slowly pushed in.

He leaned forward placing all his weight on his hands as he hovered over her. His hips started to slowly roll as he connected his lips to her for a passionate kiss.

She moaned into his mouth as he slowly picked up his speed.

Throughout her life she had slept with a few people, but sex with Chan was something completely different. She was overwhelmed completely in the best way possible by his touch. He whispered words of praise into her ear causing her to become speechless. Nobody ever in her life had ever said the sweet words he was whispering. It was almost as if he knew all the right things to say. He made her feel as if she was the only person in the world that existed.

He kissed his way down her neck as she moaned his name.

Reaching down to where they were connected, she started to slowly touch herself. The moment Chan realized what she was doing he stared at her in awe, he had seen nothing in his entire life as beautiful as she looked right then.

He moaned her name as he continued to stare at her in awe. She moaned his name back, as she reached up with her hand that wasn’t touching herself and rested it on Chan’s cheek. Their eyes stayed locked on each other as she hit her high. Chan only got about two more thrust in when he hit his own high. He stilled in her and leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers for a sloppy kiss.

Rolling off of her he laid on his back and looked over at her and smiled, “how about we watch a movie?”

She nodded and smiled.

Chan reached down and pulled the covers up to cover them, and reached over to grab the remote. She curled up next to him as they flipped through the list of movies.

-&-

She woke up in the middle of the night because she had to pee. She was completely naked, her and Chan didn’t even bother putting clothes on after they had slept together. They hadn’t even left the bed other than getting up to use the restroom. Chan had thrown a robe on once so he could grab them their room service, he had ordered them. She put a robe on just so she wasn’t naked while eating, but the moment they crawled back into bed they shed their clothes.

Crawling back into bed she moved closer to Chan who had woken up. He let out a yawn and smiled at her.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“It’s like four am,” she said softly, rolling on her side next to him.

“Okay,” he yawned, laying right behind her so they were spooning. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her shoulder, “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Her eyes went wide taking in what he had just said to her, “Chan are you sure about that?”

He leaned up and with his lips brushing her ear whispered, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

She couldn’t help the smile that was plastered across her face, “okay, let’s talk about it more in the morning when we’re both not half asleep.”

“Is that your way of rejecting me?” he asked with a soft laugh.

“No, I would never reject you Chan. I just don’t want to have this conversation at four in the morning when we’re both half asleep and naked.”

“Okay jiga,” he gently pressed his lips to her shoulder.

-&-

Around nine the both woke up and didn’t bring up their conversation they had shared in the middle of the night. Chan wasn’t going to bring up first, he knew that she had a lot going through her mind right then. If he had to, he planned on just bringing it up a couple days after they returned home.

They checked out at about ten thirty and they were on their way back home. About thirty minutes into their drive home she looked over at Chan who was focused on the road.

“Were you serious about what you said?” she needed to know if he regretted anything that had happened between them.

He glanced over at her for a quick second before looking back at the road, “I was one-hundred percent serious about every single thing I said this weekend.”

“Even the part about wanting to be my real boyfriend?” she asked, staring at him. She wanted nothing more than for her to be her actual boyfriend, but she needed to know that this was all real.

“I was very serious about that,” he reached over and rested his hand on her thick thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Chan please pull over.”

“Why?” he asked as he pulled over on the highway. He put the hazards on and looked over at her confused on why he was pulling over. Part of him was worried she was going to get out of the car and run away.

She reached over the center console and took his face in her hands and connected her lips to his for a sloppy kiss. She pulled away and smiled at him as he looked at her dumbstruck.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“I want you to be my real boyfriend, Chan.”

“I would love to be your real boyfriend,” he had a huge smile on his face.

“Okay you can start driving again,” she leaned back in her seat and buckled up again.

Chan had a huge smile plastered on his face as he turned back onto the highway. He reached over and laced his fingers with hers and squeezed her hand three times.

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Private Fansign { Daniel Ricciardo x reader one shot }

You are a fan of Daniel Ricciardo and everyone around you knew that so they weren't really surprised when you announced that you were going to go to the next GP at Spa Francorchamps. What they didn't know is that you were one of the lucky fans to have a private conversation with mister Ricciardo himself and you didn't know how to react to that. You weren't even sure to be able to say anything to him and as the day was getting closer you were getting anxious. You could do it, he was a normal human being after all, no ? A very sexy and attractive human being you might add. Fuck you were so fucked up.

The day is here, it was today the day you will meet him, Thursday, media day. How to dress ? You didn't want to be all " pretty " . You wanted to be you, be like nothing was happening, like how you were everyday. You end up driving alone to the circuit because after all who would come to the circuit on a Thursday, it wasn't really interesting, but for you this 20mn ride was hell, you thought again and again about so many scenarios of what will happen. Obviously you couldn't find one that would make perfect sense and your mind was wandering everywhere.

As you came in front of the paddock gate, someone asked you who you were and of course they didn't know so they had to call someone from the team to come and make sure you were allowed in as it was close for fans, especially on media day. Apparently you were the last one to arrive which mean that you will be the last one to see Daniel, which didn't help you in your affair cause that would mean more time to stress beforehand, but the Pr assistant told you in your ears that it might also mean more time with him and your anxiety level went to the top and beyond.

You've waited for what felt like hours, seeing everyone getting out of Daniel's driver room all happy and content with the moment they shared with the famous australian. Finally after 2 hours it was your turn and you were feeling bad for him now. He had to spend all those time with everyone when he should be relaxing and you felt out of place here. As you knocked on his door he opened the door, the biggest smile on his face like he didn't spend this much time repeating the same thing other and another to every fan he meets. You knew you only had like 20mn with him but it was already too much for you, you didn't know how your heart would take it this far between the guilt of using his time and your selfish excitement to finally have him in front of you. He was perfect, even more perfect than on tv or on picture. You were stunned by his beauty and how muscular he was. You couldn't find your words and he had to speak first.

Dan : Hi, You are " YN " right ?

He knew your name ... of course he knew your name, you bet his assistant told him before. You didn't know how you found the courage to stumble and respond to him.

You : ahhh yeah that's me hi nice ... nice to meet you

Dan was smiling so brightly, he made a gesture for you to sit next to him on the couch and you did as he asked.

Dan : So how is it going for you ? Ready for the weekend ?

Okay it was time to build up character here and be who you are, be a strong person and be confident in order to have a normal conversation with him, like you told yourself for weeks now, he is a human being like you.

You : Well I'm doing good, really looking forward to this weekend.

Dan : Nice, do you have any for me ?

You had so many questions for him, but you also wanted to be honest with him and honest with you.

You : Well I do but honestly I don't really want to bother with them, you must feel exhausted after speaking with everyone and I really don't want to be one of those. I never thought I would have won this contest for meeting you as I entered it, but here I am in front and I can't even say two words without sputtering.

His eyes grew bigger as he looked at you for the first time, you pierced him, really saw how he was right there and that cut him off guard and now he was intrigued and was fully awake for you.

DAN POV :

She wasn't like the others fans, she looked like one of them, but she had no filter, she saw how tired I was and she looks at me with her two eyes, her two beautiful hungry eyes, beautiful shape, beautiful color that I drown myself in them for a second before snapping back to reality. I need to distract myself, I need to change, to eat something, I need to focus on something else other than her eyes, or her body or her lips ... oh god her lips, gorgeous lips, very plump lips. No nope not happening Daniel no you need no woman will distract you this weekend. Not that they were already distracting me cause it's been a while since I .... NOOOO

You POV :

He stood up abruptly,surprising me in the process, looking confused. He had a nervous giggle.

Dan : Oh that's very nice of you, I'm fine don't worry ... I just remember that I need to change my shirt because I will have the press conference after our talk and ...

You stop him mid sentence.

You : Go ahead, it's okay It's not like I never saw a man shirtless before.

The fuck did you just say that, very suttle, very no filter of you, lord nice one. When you were flirting with him now, you couldn't stop yourself wouldn't you ? You almost had a boyfriend, but Daniel ... Daniel was unique and he was on your list ... Yeah you know the list of them you could cheat with without feeling guilty. Ohh come one mind why are you thinking about this right now. You looked at him turn himself so quick, hiding himself from some blushing of embarrassment, embarrassment was more like it.

Daniel POV :

Oh fucking hell, I was biting my lips so hard right now, hiding my face for her not to see that I like it, I like every words that was coming out of her mouth. She is getting so interesting and is already making my day worth it. And I was about to make hers cause I definitely saw that she was looking at me like I was a target. She is straight forward without noticing it, her body is speaking for her.

You POV :

He took off his merch shirt and the only thing you could focus on was his back, his muscles. As you were licking your lips to water them because he makes them dry off, you've met his gaze in the mirror. Crap .. You look away so quickly and he notices it, but your eyes bring themselves to him again, your head tilting as if you were watching some beautiful art in a museum and this time when his eyes meet you again you don't flinch, instead you sustain your eyes to him. What was happening to you, that's not you, it's your inner self talking there, the woman that was finding this man hot and sexy and perfectly at your taste. He was going for it too,you noticed that the tension between you two was waking up . Not what you were expecting at all even after all these scenarios you had running in your head earlier.His aura was so attractive and you really hoped at this moment that you were the only one with whom he had this weird feeling and weird connection. Jealousy you weren't sure yet but it was bothering you to imagine him being flirty with other people even if you knew the character that he was. He took his time to put on his team shirt and you were enjoying every second of the show he was offering you. As he was trying to put his polo on you noticed his face making some grins ... he had some bad tension on his neck and shoulder and you were feeling bad for him because he will have to wait again before his coach will be able to give him some relief massage. The thought of you having a degree in physiotherapy and being able to help him came through your mind. You stood up and went behind him, he was still looking at you in the mirror, wondering in his gaze.

You : Just don't move, I know what I am doing, I know it's not my place to do that because you have your coach and all, but you can't stay with tension in your muscles, remove the shirt.

You were giving him an order and he was weirdly glad to obey you. You put your cold hand on his neck, started to massage him and he felt the tension leaving his body right away and couldn't help but close his eyes and moaned. That excited you so much, that sound, you wanted to hear it more and it was really starting to get hot in here. Your hands were getting warmer as you worked your way on his back to massage him, he was feeling so relaxed now and you could technically stop now but your hands weren't moving, instead your massage was turning into caress on his skin making him shiver. You were probably insane for doing what you were doing but you wanted to taste his skin so much that your lips connect to the back of his neck and going down to his trapezius muscle, his eyes still shut, his mouth opening, his head tilting, all these signals were screaming green light for you to continue. After all it is scientifically proven that love language could release the tension in the muscle. You start kissing his back, following the line down his spin before going up again to kiss his shoulder. Your mind wasn't thinking anything anymore and you didn't care at all what could happen next or if you had to be surprised, you wanted him,not you as a fan wanted her favorite driver but you as a woman wanted this man in front of you.

Dan : You need to stop before I do something you might regret.

He was breathless, his words came out more in whispers than anything else and you couldn't get enough of it.

You : I think I will go to hell anyway.

He turns so abruptly, catching you by the neck and bringing you closer to him, connecting your lips in a crash, literally eating you alive. All that passion burning was leaving in this kiss, he was catching your lips making it his, biting them or more like torturing them until they were on the verge of bleeding. This man must have some serious sexual tension going on down there for so long and he was finally freeing it all. That was good cause you too needed to blow some steam, you just never thought it would be with Daniel Ricciardo. You felt him getting away from you, loosen up his grip on you, before suddenly opening his eyes, realising what he just did.

Dan : I am so so sorry, this is ...

You : Shhh don't that's on me I shouldn't massage you, I know that as a physio, releasing tension can provoke some reaction, releasing lust and desire, that's really on me.

Dan : Still I shouldn't have changed in front of you in the first place.

You were too far gone now for not being honest.

You : I like the view thought and I still enjoy it

You were looking at his trail going down to his belt, playing with his hair there, looking at him all innocent where inside you were burning for him.

Dan : You are making it very difficult for me to stop things here, I knew you were trouble as soon as I saw you enter that room. I really wanna kiss you again really but I need to change and go, trust me I didn't plan this at all and I would love to stay here with you and take care of this * putting at his well awake bulge * but I have an obligation.

You were pouting now, very sad but you understand, and you let him go.

Dan : Oh don't look at me like that, I already miss your touch, your fingers are magic and I swear I should fire Michael right now and have you as my new coach but I feel like we wouldn't do the right kind of training for you and I.

You were both laughing now, it was the truth, something about this man was attracting you in a way that nobody could understand and you felt he was living the same experience as you.

You : Well I'm here all weekend, all by myself, I wouldn't do that normally because that's not me, but I'm gonna shoot my shot. There is my number here and the address of where my hotel is, just ask for my name at the reception and I'm sure they will let you know my room number.

He was smiling as you gave him a piece of paper with the information on it.

Dan : There are so many women trying to get into my bed, but rarely are thoses who let me come into their, you are the unique one and you will be the only exception, I will text you the hours okay.

You were back to your flirty but shy self, almost childish self.

You : Well I hope you will like some sweets cause I'm planning on ordering strawberries.

You were obviously referring to that picture of him eating strawberries in his garage, making him understand that you are having some thoughts about a night together with him and he was getting excited just by the thought of it.

Dan : Well I believe I do.

You both heard an assistant of his calling him outside to the room, his cut to go and leave you, before he could say anything you just took your thing and head to the door but before leaving him with himself and his thought you slightly turned toward him one last time.

You : Well Mr Ricciardo, it was such a nice delight to meet you, did I ever tell you, you were my favorite driver ?

And then you left him with a smile on your face and a smirk on him. For sure he knows now you were but did you both know that at that moment you were becoming the favorite person of each other ? How can a private fansign like that could end up changing your life forever ? You didn't even get an autograph, what a shame, you needed to make sure he would make up for that later and add an extra to it for the inconvenience.

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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Could we possibly get a part two of the Armin having a crush on you while you are with ereH✨

Yep! I can't have enough of watching sweet Armin have the most conflicting feelings about ereH✨ his bestfriend betraying his trust and stealing his love what a wonderful lesson Armin will go through :)

Armin having a crush on you while you're with Eren Pt.2

{ Armin x reader, implied Eren x reader | rating: suggestive | tw:possessiveness, tw:unhealthy-friendships, tw:lowkey-toxic, tw:jealousy | angst, drama,.pinning | modern }

{ "Nocturne sur le Quai" by Henri Marius-Camille Bouvet 1859-1945 }

When mentioning love, it's normal to imagine the sort of love that's sweet, passionate and kind. The kind that could set fire that burns even brighter than the stars yet still be as soft as a feather.

The type of love that actually gets you places, moves you closer together, maybe a relationship and in the future maybe even more. The mutual type of love.

Which is why it's so hard to talk about the other more taboo and looked down upon type of love, the unrequited kind. Usually buried so deep in one's heart beneath mountains of shame.

Only emerging it's head to make itself known just before one falls asleep, adding to the list of growing daily anxieties that loom in the back of one's mind.

That's what Armin has been dealing with for the past 8 months, carrying the burden of his feelings on his shoulders. While you go about your day completely unconcerned and unaware of the longing his mind has spun for you.

And despite the piles of crumbled pages filled with poems of adoration and secret confessions currently spilling out of the trash can in his room, the earth still spins on, undisturbed and uncaring for each line he pulled from the depth of his soul on those papers.

It's almost like the world just doesn't care for his suffering, the trees only growing taller and the season only getting colder.

And you and Eren getting even more closer.

It's funny, you'd think after all this time his feelings for you would disappear or get sweeped under the rug and never spoken of again.

But only if.

Armin himself isn't sure how he not only managed to keep his feelings towards you, but how you managed to pull him in even more. With every little habit of yours he'd fall harder and harder, with every word you spoke his heart would melt more and more.

Crushes were supposed to disappear after you get to know the person, it's what these self help books he's been reading all say.

So why only knowing more about you just resulted in him wanting you even more than words can describe, despite seeing you in his bestfriend's arms on the daily his mind just won't accept it.

And yet, when he's alone at night he can't help but be hit with the cold truth that he's still alone, you're not with him. No matter how close he hugs the pillow to his chest it doesn't quite feel right...like how you'd feel against him.

The small voice in the back of his mind starts whispering again, about how he should just dismiss his unwanted love, how pathetic and childish he is, pinning after someone he can't have.

That maybe if he was a little more sane, he'd realise how he's the one who missed his shot and accept defeat. He had a whole month in advance and yet Eren didn't even wait for the weekend to ask you out on a date.

And yet, after his shame party ends and all his insecurites go to bed, he can't help but imagine what life would've been with you, countless 'what if's and endless scenarios swimming through his head.

What if he just kissed you that one time? You know the day when the two of you shared a drink under an umbrella while it rained, the sound of rain couldn't distract him from the way you'd lick your lips every now and then.

What if he drove you home that night instead of Eren? would you've invited him inside too? Maybe he'd get to see your room up close and the both of you would end up sharing childhood stories while cuddling under the blankets.

He'd tell you about the squirrels he befriended as a kid while you closed your eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his voice and the soft beating of his heart.

What if he actually spoke up when Eren began interrupting your conversations just to get your attention on him again, what if he said no and called Eren out for what he's doing.

He told Mikasa about it, he had to, otherwise he'd go crazy from overthinking alone. Not to mention she was getting worried about his unusual behaviour, after all there's only so much excuses he can come up with on why he can't hang out today.

So many lies he can fabricate about why he stopped going to Eren’s house since the day his mom mentioned you, till it starts getting suspicious.

He doesn't hate Eren...

Does he hate him?

No, he doesn't think so. He still considers him one of his bestfriends but then why does he so badly wish for Eren to disappear or go somewhere far away.

Simple, his mind would say to him, because you want him out of the way, so you can reclaim what's supposed to be yours, what you lost.

Did he lose you? You're not an object to be claimed, you chose Eren so why can't he just accept that fact.

His thoughts and Emotions are in complete chaos and conflict, he can't recognise which thoughts are actually his own and which are merely passing through.

He started daydreaming about you, a lot.

About someone he thought he'd have.

Someone he wished he could have.

Especially on early mornings when the sun shines brighter and the sane part of his mind hasn't woken up yet, he finds himself indulging in his own fantasies.

He can have boundless hope in the safety of his own mind, giving you endless love and telling himself that he's found an angel. Solely on the basis of how kind your eyes look or how lovely your laugh sounds.

Or maybe just how he melts a little everytime you touch his shoulder or hand, maybe it's the way you lean in whenever you tell him something or it's the way he can almost get high on your sweet smell alone.

He knows it's a denial of reality, but he doesn't know a better solution. He can't just barge into other's relationships with his own unfulfilled emotions.

Nor does he really want to start a proper love affair despite how alluring that idea sounds to him.

So daydreaming will do for now, where your life together is safely tucked away in the corner of his mind.

Maybe in the future, humanity is surrounded by a thought police that goes inside your brain and condemns any and every inappropriate thought you may have.

But for now he has the freedom to dream, think, hope, long and daydream about a life with you, about the way you'd feel sleeping in his arms or they way you'd smile whenever he kisses you good morning. And no future armed cyber-guards would ever know

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Summary: The love of his life, the one that got away, finally comes back into Sam’s life and he loves the life they build together, but something... is off... Word Count: 2,490 Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader Warnings: Angst, panic attack, anxiety attack, implied smut

(Hate to do this to my man Sam, I love him to death and he deserves the entire universe. Part one of two. (Find Part 2 here))

Sam could never forget the first time he met you; Riley brought him home after their first tour together since Sam didn't have a family to come home to. Not that Riley had one either, he only had one person; his goddaughter, you. Sam had a pretty good idea of who you were since, according to him, Riley never shut up about you. He was so proud of you; you got into Quantico at 21, two years younger than their typical admission age of 23! You picked them up at the airport in late November, almost a week before Thanksgiving and you wore jeans with a dark blue hoodie, the words 'FBI Quantico' written in white on the front. You were vibrant, full of life and excitement. By the time Thanksgiving was over and he was going to his own place, he was head over heels in love with you. The only guilt he had was that you were only 23 at the time, more than 15 years his junior. By the time he'd worked up the nerve to ask Riley for permission, they were already due for their second tour; it'd have to wait until they got back. But, they never came back, Riley never came back. The same Sam Wilson that left was not the man who returned.

Five feet was all that was between him and the love of his life. Five feet between him and the one that got away, the one he never thought he'd see again. You just waltzed right into the VA, out of all the Veterans Affairs offices in the entire city of New York and you just walked right into the one he worked at in his free time, when he wasn't busy being an Avenger. He hadn't seen you in at least five, maybe seven years and he could see how you'd changed just in the way that you moved and conversed with the receptionist. You'd gained some muscle mass, that much was obvious even with your jacket on. You must've injured your left shoulder too, he could tell moving it too much or too quickly was painful, or at the very least uncomfortable. You wore a tired expression on your face, but not tired like you hadn't gotten enough sleep, tired like you'd just gotten out after fighting an unwinnable battle for too long. He knew exactly how that tired felt. Something about the moment seemed not-quite-right, it felt off. He couldn't place it so he ignored it.

So he approached you hesitantly, giving a small wave to get your attention; he'd learned his lesson about startling soldiers when Bucky nearly choked him for entering the living room and sitting on the couch too quietly. He watched you look over him for a brief second before recognition his and you nearly tackled him in a hug. He heard you groan quietly at the sudden movement but just tried to avoid adding pressure to your shoulder when he returned the tight hug "you're a sight for sore eyes, (y/n)." "So are you Sam, is this where you've been hiding?" You asked him with a teasing smile. "Sam Wilson never hides, what about you? Where the hell have you been?" He countered with a wide grin. "All over the place; DC, New Orleans, and now with any luck, New York permanently," you answered him, the two of you walking slowly as you conversed. "What do you do these days? And what brings you here?" He was curious as to where you'd been all these years. He hoped to god you weren't already married.

"Hm, I wonder what could possibly bring me to the Department of Veterans Affairs, I can't quite place my finger on it," you sarcastically thought out loud, making him roll his eyes. He was still smiling "very funny, I meant New York." "Work. I've been going around to different colleges teaching things like military history, strategic intelligence, and general polemology, and I just landed a more permanent position at Columbia," you answered with a casual shrug. He started to ask where you served but Steve calling him stopped that "Sam, we're needed at the tower!" He sighed quietly and sent you an apologetic smile "give me your number and we'll-" He paused, looking at you in shock when he saw his phone in your hand. You gave it back after a couple of seconds and smiled "old habits die hard, we'll get together later." "You need to stop pickpocketing people," he said as he smirked at you before jogging over to his friend.

Sam finally got back to you a week and a half later and you two caught up over coffee. He was repeatedly left awestruck when you told him about what you'd been up to. Gradually, your get-togethers turned from getting coffee two or three times a week to grabbing dinner and just getting together to talk and reconnect. It took a while and a lot of prodding from Bucky and Steve before he finally asked you on a proper date. He actually asked you out on Riley's birthday, you both had a laugh at that. Your dates were frequent, mainly whenever his Avenger schedule allowed it. He couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone, he watched as you easily blended in with and meshed with everyone. It was perfect. You were perfect. Still, something seemed not-quite-right, it felt off. Yet, he still couldn't place it so he ignored it.

A year together flew by before either of you knew it. He'd already been contemplating when the perfect moment would happen but now, watching you look over the entire city from the Empire State Building Observation Deck with the sun setting behind you, he knew there'd never be a better time. He'd commit this moment to his memory for the rest of time. He got down on one knee while you were looking through one of the telescopes and took the little velvet box out of his pocket. He could see a few people stopping to watch out of his peripheral vision. When you finally did let go of the telescope and looked at him, you were visibly shocked "Sam? Are you-" You couldn't even finish the question as your eyes started to water when he nodded. His smiling face looked up at you as he, and all of the onlookers gathered around, desperately waited for a response. He watched as you nodded quickly, letting the happy tears fall "yes, hell yes!" He and the group that congregated around you cheered as he picked you up and spun you happily. He pointed over to where Redwing had been perched on a pole "Steve's been manning him so I could have this on video for us." You just laughed and pulled him into a kiss, feeling like you were both on cloud nine. This would be one of the greatest moments of his life. Still, something still felt off. He continued ignoring it. It must've been a little paranoia, so he brushed it off.

Both the wedding and the reception were small and intimate. Tony offered the compound for the tower for the venue and with much help from Pepper, he turned it into the most beautiful place you'd ever seen. Wanda, Pepper, and Natasha helped you pick out a wedding dress. While the three of them were eager to help you and Sam pick and plan, Steve and Bucky stepped back since they didn't have a clue. They helped Sam get the perfect suit; navy blue suit and jacket, white dress shirt, and a dark maroon tie. Planning started in January, a month after he proposed and you wed in May. He nearly cried when he saw you walking down the aisle, clearly holding himself back. You, however, didn't hold any tears back when you two exchanged vows, having to stop yourself at least eight times when you recited your own. Somehow, Vision got ordained, but nobody asked questions. The kiss you two shared was perfect, this was without a doubt, the absolute greatest moment of his life. Except, it felt off. But Sam was far too happy to pay any mind to the feeling he'd grown so used to ignoring.

Despite you and Sam both insisting a weekend away would be a good honeymoon, everyone wanted to send you off to somewhere nice for a couple of weeks. After collective brainstorming, they decided on and booked you two a 14-day all-inclusive honeymoon in Santorini, Greece. You were both pushed onto the Quinjet before you could object at all. Someone had already packed bags for both of you and loaded them on. The ride wasn't as long as you thought it would be and Clint bid you both goodbye and good luck. The hotel room was opulent; it was decorated beautifully with paintings and native flora and fauna, rose petals on the bed, a chilled bottle of champagne sat on the table; it honestly felt like a dream. "Well, Mrs. Wilson, shall we?" Sam asked but when you tried to step into the room, he picked you up bridal style and carried you inside. He set you down on the bed gently but quickly positioned himself over you, his forearm holding him up with his free hand stroked your cheek, looking into your eyes with such love and adoration it almost made you cry again. "I love you so much, and I always will," he whispered softly as he trailed kisses from your lips down along your jawline and to your neck. "I love you too, Sammy, more than anything," your voice was quiet, your mind too focused on the way he was kissing and paying special attention to that one sweet spot on your neck.

For the first three days, you and Sam spent the entire time in your hotel room, intertwined with each other in an intimate dance. Exploring the island was incredible, Sam loved watching you admire everything and really take in the culture. He never missed an opportunity to take new pictures of you. You were sending plenty of pictures to the team, thanking them a million times over for this gift. Sam particularly enjoyed watching you in the crystal clear turquoise waters. Watching you was like being ensnared by a siren's song, and it was a song he never wanted to end. Reality felt off but he'd long ago accepted it was just his subconscious waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Sam, wake up," your voice said as Sam was lightly shaken. Except, it wasn't exactly your voice, it sounded... off. He turned over and went to toss his arm around your waist and pull you close but was met with nothing. He furrowed his brows and looked around the room for you. Nothing. "(Y/n)?" Sam called as he got out of bed, pulling on whatever was closest to him. No answer. You weren't in the room or the bathroom, you weren't on the patio. He knows you would've left a note if you had gone somewhere. He starts to worry, he grabs his phone and scrolls through his contacts for your number but it's not there, neither are your text messages to each other; your pictures together are gone too. Even as Sam starts to full-on panic, he sees things around him starting to fade away; when he tries to grab something for stability, his hand goes through it. Soon, with everything gone, he's left in a white space with nothing around him. "Sam?" A distorted voice calls out, it's too masculine to be yours.

It sounds familiar, almost like Steve but not quite. "Sam, we need you to wake up right now," another equally distorted voice says and he swears he feels like someone lightly slapped his face. "Somebody go get Bruce!" a third voice calls, more of an order than a request; it was feminine but not yours, it sounded a bit like Natasha but not quite. "His vitals are spiking quite rapidly, he could be in danger very soon if we don't wake him up immediately," a digitalized voice said. Was it Vision, maybe?

Before Sam knew what was happening, he jolted up to a sitting position, gasping for breath. He was in his room at the Tower, everyone around him. He was soaking wet now and Bucky was holding an empty bucket behind his back. His eyes darted around the room anxiously as he questioned rapidly "where is she? What happened? How'd I just get here?" "Whoa, whoa, Sam, where's who?" Steve asked calmly as he gave his friend a towel. "What do you mean 'who'? My wife! My soulmate! Where's (y/n)?" He questioned, his anxious state making it come out harsher than he intended. Everyone still in the room shared a curious look before Steve cleared his throat "you aren't married Sam. You said you weren't feeling well last night so you went to bed early; you've been asleep for almost a whole 24 hours. We all rushed in when we started hearing things, then we heard screaming." Steve explained with a small frown. "We've been trying to wake you up for half an hour, whatever you were dreaming about must've been nuts," Bucky said, earning a look from Steve.

"His vitals are returning to normal, FRIDAY will keep a close eye though," Vision stated. Sam now sat in his bed in deep contemplative silence. "Do you need anything?" Steve asked, setting a hand on his friend's shoulder comfortingly. Sam shook his head after a long minute "no, I think I just need to be alone for a bit to process." Steve nodded and headed for the door, Bucky following with Wanda and Clint in tow. Natasha sent him a small smile and stopped on her way out "call any one of us if you need something, anything at all." He nodded, watching her close the door behind her. He felt a lump in his throat; the best year of his life was a dream. The love of his life, his soulmate, coming back into his life was a dream. He wanted to yell, punch something, cry, rip his hair out, do something/anything to get rid of the pit he felt in his heart now. He wasn't going on without you anymore, he'd done his best to forget and suppress so you could find someone who didn't have nearly two decades on you but he couldn't anymore. He knew you were his soulmate when he first met you but he suppressed it, assuming it was misplaced affection. He knew when he and Riley shipped out for the second time that you were his soulmate because now, he wasn't fighting for the country out of respect or loyalty, he was fighting so you specifically could have a good be safe in this country. Now, he absolutely knew you and him were meant to be together, and he was going to find you. He couldn't bear the pain of knowing who his soulmate was and not having you.

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taliaquinn · 3 years

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Hamilton AU Part 2

lthI’m really glad to see that you guys loved the Hamilton AU. I really enjoyed seeing all the comments. Sorry for the inactivity I was super busy with getting readjusted and getting the proper amount of sleep. I hope I tagged Everyone if I didn't please feel free to comment here or direct message me. Here is the part two with a bigger presence of the Batfam. :)

“ItwasanecessarysacrificeitwasnecessaryItwasneededtosavemyreputationitwas-” repeating that mantra, Adrien slowly lifted his head from his hands to look over the newspapers, splattered all around his desk. All the headlines glaring at him in bold black print.

SHOCKING: Details Of Adrien Agreste’s Affair Revealed

FASHION INDUSTRY IN CHAOS FOLLOWING ADRIEN AGRESTE ADMITTING AN AFFAIR WITH BRULER INDUSTRIES SECRETARY LILA ROSSI

‘OH YES HE WOULD STAY WHENEVER HE COULD ESCAPE HIS WIFE” ALLEGED MISTRESS LILA ROSSI STATES

MARINETTE AGRESTE IN TATTERS FOLLOWING BOMBSHELL AFFAIR ALLEGATIONS

Adrien couldn’t help but flinch at that specific headline.

Marinette would forgive him. She was head-over-heels in love with him plus she had to forgive him for the sake of Emma, Louis, and Hugo.

He quickly turned and focused on the only headline that mattered.

ADRIEN AGRESTE CLEARED OF ANY FINANCIAL WRONGDOING BY FRENCH INVESTIGATORS

Oh god, he couldn't believe he had let it get that far. He should’ve released the video much earlier before any charges were made public.

How dare they try to frame him. Everyone knew he always did everything in his life perfectly, efficiently, and legally.

That lowly Bruler Board Member trying to extort him of all people. Then have the nerve to accuse him of embezzlement just so they could avoid jail time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the big framed picture of his and Marinette's wedding. Marinette beaming with joy, her arm wrapped around Adrien's.

She looked beautiful that day. No matter what, seeing that picture of her in her wedding dress always managed to take his breath away.

She’ll forgive him. Especially once she knows why Adrien had to take extreme measures.

He threw most of the Newspapers away keeping only that one that cleared him on any legal wrongdoing.

He sat down actively trying to ignore the pings from his cellphone. Before finally reaching over and shutting it off.

He leaned back and thought back to that fateful day that changed everything.

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Adrien was just walking out of a meeting with the CEO of Bruler Industries when he felt hands wrap around his arm. He shifted to politely ask them to let him go before he was staring at familiar green eyes.

”Oh!?” Adrien is that you?” Lila squealed. Grasping his arm even tighter.

“Lila? It's been so long since I last saw you” he exclaimed awkwardly trying to get his arm released from the Italian grip.

“Far too Long” Lila cried wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He quickly returned the hug. finally breaking it off, after an oddly long time, before walking towards the elevator together

” What are you doing here? Are you working on a Charity collaboration with Bruler Industries?” He asked, he couldn't help but notice Lilas employee id.

“Huh- OH UHM no actually I work here now” She let out quickly taking off her ID and stashing it into her pocket “I got offered a job here once they saw the way I ran one of my charities, They practically begged me to come work for them as a secretary and help them with Organizing”

“Wow, that's amazing” He breathed out stepping onto the elevator with her following closely behind “What a coincidence that we managed to run into each other”

“Sure is” Ha. As if.

Lila had been seeing the Articles written about the “power couple”. Adrien and Marinette. She seethed with jealousy every time an article would appear, praising her work, her charity, and her kindness.

That should’ve been Lila, she should've been the other half of the power couple. She should’ve been the “beloved beautiful Mrs.Agreste.”

This is why she was ecstatic and thrilled when she saw Adrien scheduled for a Meeting with Bruler Industries CEO on the schedule that Assistant Secretaries received each day. She could barely manage to qualify for her job as an assistant secretary to a lower executive, she could only dream of being the CEO’s secretary.

Reading articles and watching videos Lila realized that she wasn’t the only one Jealous of Marinette. Adrien was too. Through the quick glances thrown in his wife's direction or the flickers of annoyance on his face every time Marinette's fans approached her on the streets, who would practically ignore Adrien.

Lila knew it was jealousy. She after all felt it too.

The baker girl surpassed Lila. That enraged her to no end. She was determined to change all of that.

This is why she had to sneak her way onto the top floor barely in time so she could “run” into Adrien. Which was successful.

Shaking back to reality Lila couldn't help but give a quick glance at Adrien next to her in the Elevator, she realized that she had stumbled upon a crucial piece of knowledge that would give her everything she wanted.

There was no way she could let Adrien leave….at least without her.

Lila practically dragged Adrien towards a “close” cafe that just so happened to have an intimate theme. Lila ordered coffee for them both and quickly delved into all her “adventures” she “had” since leaving lycee. Totally false but attention-grabbing as apparent by Adrien's intense concentration on Lila and her adventures.

Lila knew that she didn’t have to worry about Marinette interrupting their little meet-up. She was away. Lila knew this. She saw the news report about Marinette and Her kids landing in Gotham in a private jet.

Adrien was obviously unhappy at the fact that his family was in the States without him for all of the summer. They had to stay in the States for all of the summer because of Marinette. She was a Wayne so she was required to go to the annual Wayne Gala.

Meanwhile, he stayed behind to take care of the Agreste company, fighting to make it even greater, Maintain the image of perfection. He even had the hope that someday it would be able to join Wayne corporations. Until then the Agreste Mansión was empty.

For now.

Lila wasn’t blind she could see the jealousy written on Adrien's face when the topic shifted to his wife. Marinette Wayne-Agreste. beautiful, talented, intelligent, business owner and mother of three.

Plus her parents were Bruce Wayne, CEO of Wayne Corporations, along with Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain who were world-renowned bakers.

Marinette was the envy of all, including her husband.

She reached out and took Adrien's hands into her own. “Oh Adrien just know that you are sooo kind,” putting on a mask of fake worry she continued “I could only wonder how much you worry about her cheating on you, I mean Marinette does go on abroad trips on a daily basis and men practically trip over themselves to talk to her, who knows what goes on when you're not around”

She felt Adrien's hands tighten their grip around her. Lila flashed a triumphant smile before quickly placing a mask of concern over it. If everything went on according to plan soon she might find herself as the new Mrs.Agreste. Soon they both stood up and Adrien offered to walk her home and pay. “ Adrien you are too kind” Lila giggled out.

Oh, Adrien was feeling pleased with being the center of attention, and Lila didn’t even have to milk it that much. After all, He offered to walk her home she didn't even need to ask.

“Oh Adrien it was so much fun talking and chatting again” Lila cooed, batting her eyelashes at him while clutching at his arm. Very reminiscent of their highschool days. Far too soon for Lilas liking they arrived at her hotel.

“Well I should head back home,” He said sheepishly standing inside the hotel lobby.

Lila knew she had one shot. Quickly she flung at Adrien and clasped her hands around her upper arm. “Stay” She pleaded “We haven’t talked in so long, it's too soon for you to go”.

Adrien let out a sigh and saw the hopeful and pleading look in her eyes. Marinette's smiling face flashed in front of him for a sec. But he quickly brushed it aside. Talking to Lila had been such an eye-opening, refreshing experience. Marinette's face flashed once again before Adrien angrily pushed away from the image.

Like Lila said, who knew what Marinette was up to on her trips abroad in Gotham? She probably stayed in her friend's hotel room all the time to talk. Plus He was weak and tired from the long weekend; it surely wouldn’t hurt to stay and chat for a few hours with Lila.

Making up his mind He allowed himself to be led up the hotel stairs.

Lila Quickly led him to her hotel room and opened the door. Adrien without batting an eyelash stepped inside. The door shutting behind him

Unbeknownst to a happy Marinette in Gotham surrounded by her brothers, sister, father, and children the perfect storm has just been created and its name was Lila Rossi

Anyways that's a wrap. I used the tax Evasion accusation since thats similar to what Alexander Hamilton was accused of. Wonder what's coming next >:)

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little-ideas · 3 years

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Birthday Bash

ABSOL-FUCKING-LUTELY AND HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY EMIIIIII❣💞💖 ☆*✲ o(≧▽≦)o ✲*☆

Thank you for letting me pester you about ideas and things! I had a lot of fun, so I hope you enjoy <3

They wondered if you knew.

When you had first started helping them plan out birthday parties, the Mankai members had severely underestimated your love for them. Quickly, they learned not to come between you and a birthday. Soon, some members would be infected by your energy, some served as your grounding, and others tried to stay clear away to not involve themselves in whatever chaos creations the universe was fostering. “Always better to have a few people who can feign ignorance,” they reasoned.

But now…now it was your turn. And for better or worse, you shared a birthday with Banri Settsu. During the past month, you had seemed to be particularly giddy for the approaching day, so they told him to up the excitement: it was his birthday and he could legally drink, of course the day was going to be amazing! They hoped you would buy it -Banri’s being a brat that acted like the world was blessed by his presence- so all the extra stuff wouldn’t seem out of place. It meant, of course, that they had to let you assist (and all knew you would find a way to whether they asked or not), but they hoped you wouldn’t catch on to their questions or to the things that seemed way more aligned with your interests than his. Even with all their acting and careful planning, it was times like these when you would become astutely perceptive and see through them, so they spent the whole week on guard.

Thus, the day came, and when you had not uttered a word about your birthday plans, they breathed a sigh of relief. They were safe. But now you were over helping to add the finishing touches, and they needed to set up for you, too. So, off you went with Settsu to do…something for the next few hours, he could figure it out. Arcade? Shopping? Buying the last packs of summer fireworks so he could light them right outside of Sakyo’s door in the middle of winter? Whatever was necessary to keep you out of the dorms (though you had to stop him on that last one. It was, after all, why you were asked to accompany him. “The Brat likes to get into trouble,” Sakyo had said. “You’re good at dealing with kids like him.”) Soon, though, it was time to go back, and upon entering:

“SURPRISE!”

A PARTY(ies): Round 2 starts when alcohol’s introduced

May be more chill if you decide to hang out with the adults or if Kaz gets drunk, but only ever so slightly and not for very long

Since you and Banri have the same birthday, they’re celebrated together

Banri does not shut up about being older than Juza

Omi consults you for preferred flavors + sweets + dinner and spends the whole week cooking. He has to fend off everyone else, but if you’re around, you’re allowed to sample (he’s gotta know if you approve after all)

For anyone else, Sakyo would say no to the amount of money being spent, but you have a special place in Mankai (though in reality he’s just redirecting from Banri’s birthday funds. He’s petty)

Natsugumi oversees decorations and music. If you and Banri have vastly different music tastes, then good luck. There will be no transitions, just musical whiplash

Homare will not stop waxing poetry. Your love for birthdays is infectious and he has been so inspired ever since you started planning

Literally the BEST alcohol selection available. Don’t question it. If you prefer cheap stuff, that’s cool too!

Azuma will never reveal how much/how rare some of the bottles are

“It was free,” he says, and for him that’s probably true.

Game night! Some weird rendition of monopoly laser tag and you WILL lose even though hardly anyone knows what they’re doing

Karaoke is a must. Fights ensue over the songs, but you are always granted the next turn if you want a go. Duets encouraged

You thought it would be a 1-day celebration? You thought wrong. It’s an all-weekend affair. Be prepared to borrow someone’s PJs.

You might sleep, but you highly suspect others haven’t. Azami is trying his best, but the boy needs a break. Please humor him and do your skincare diligently

Dress up corner! You’re not sure how you end up with shades and a feather boa posing as super-secret spy agents with Kaz and Taichi, but that’s just how it goes!

You may be older now, but that doesn’t stop them from giving out goodie bags. You get 2:

The “adult” one filled with alcohol samples, nice skincare, a couple tickets to their next performance, and high-class sweets that you should not ask the total value of

The “kiddy” one with 3 packs of bubbles, a squishy alien friend, a sparkling yo-yo stretchy hand, a set of the fireworks you swore you made Banri put back, and enough glitter to last a lifetime

This doesn’t include the mountains of leftovers and presents you get

If you insist that you can’t finish all the leftovers yourself, be prepared to be visited by the kids who simply cannot stomach another night of curry. Please, Izumi, it’s been 96 hrs of curry they would like something else

Surprisingly, you seem to only have 2 slices of cake to take back with you. From 2 cakes so large you might have sworn they were wedding cakes. They said it’s all they had left.

Sakyo was begging you to take them

Suddenly the weekend of fun makes so much more sense

You’re pretty sure certain members only ate cake that weekend

Omi tells you not to worry about it, he had it covered

Next year maybe you won’t let things get quite so crazy, you tell yourself. But you did have a lot of fun.

#a3!#act! addict! actors!#requests #yume

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Falling in love with you

Chapter 14 - The Storm

Book: The Royal Romance AU ( Drake x MC & Liam x Olivia)

What it’s about: This is an AU that happens two years after Riley weds Drake. Drake has lost his memory of last 2 years due to an accident. He doesn’t remember meeting Riley who is pregnant with their first child. Unaware of this fact and not able to cope with the strange new life he has woken up to , he flees Cordonia.

Liam marries Olivia for purely political purposes. Olivia on the other hand marries him because she is madly in love with him. But after two years on marriage and unable to produce an heir and unable to get Liam to love her, she asks for a divorce.

A/N: I recent watched two amazing web-series that left me hanging for next season. “People got to start finishing their story” I thought. And I should be the one to start. I have left you waiting and I am sorry for that. Here is the latest Chapter. Story is no where near end.

Summary of last Chapter : One and a Half Years Back : Regina explains Liam that not producing an heir in due time can cause chaos in Monarchy. She also hints that Olivia must consult a doctor. Olivia overhears this conversation and decides to consult a doctor. The doctor informs her that her ovary was damaged - during the fight with Anton. She was also suffering from a condition that was making it nearly impossible for her to conceive.

Now: Liam meets Drake at a ranch in USA. They talk and Liam clears that whatever happened was in past. and Riley was just a friend to him now. Liam also confirms that Riley was pregnant with Drake’s child. Drake decides to return with Liam.

Warnings: 13 + PLEASE NOTE: Past chapters links are available in my bio.Please Re-blog, Comment or at least hit like if you like this series.

One Year Back: Olivia stood in the balcony facing the private royal garden lush with thousands of flowers in all possible colors. Chirping of birds had filled the morning sky. A soft breeze were playing gently with her red locks.

It was a beautiful and peaceful morning, but her thoughts could not have been further away from it. Her thoughts were like a tornado causing complete havoc inside her. Standing in silence, with a stoic face, alone in the beautiful balcony of the grand palace, was the queen of Cordonia. The women envied by every other woman in Cordonia herself was feeling frustrated, tormented, empty, unworthy. Her entire life was flashing in front of her eyes - her parents who neglected her when she was a child, who were killed, who turned out to be traitors. She was left alone, rejected and frowned upon by everyone except Liam. She was just a child when she was made duchess of Lythikos. But she was a fighter. She had proven herself to be worthy of the title. It was not her fault that her parents were traitor. But everyone treated her differently. A child inherits not only the legacy of their parents but also their reputation - good or bad. She had learned at a very young age that one can gain respect in only two ways - love or fear. If they cannot love her, they need to fear her.

And she didn't care if no one loved her. She only needed love from one man, her husband - the King - Liam Rhys. He cared for her, he trusted her, liked her. But didn't love her.

A sad smile spread on her lips as she thought about the love of her life. It had been a year of their married life. And it seemed that the initial charm of their marriage was already dying down. The sex was becoming less frequent, and Liam seemed constantly busy in his work. She knew Liam had made it very clear that their marriage was a political one. Their first anniversary was a political affair too. They had a grand ball organized on their first marriage anniversary. Royal families of all neighboring countries had attended. The legendary party had been in news for days. But for Liam it was only a reason to meet the dignitaries of neighboring countries. A chance to make allies and strengthen the existing ties.

Her hands tightened on the railing. Was it too much to expect a small gift from him on the anniversary? Or just a loving kiss or a hug? maybe a few words saying what she meant to him?

She had hoped he would eventually fall in love with her. She was doing everything she could - taking care of his every need like a good lover, guiding and helping him in all state matters like a good queen, pleasing him in bed.... she was draining herself out - but all her efforts were going to a barren land. Not yielding any fruit. same way as her barren womb.

Would producing an heir change his feelings towards her? Or she would again be left aching for him? And would she even be able to produce an heir? Questions violently gyrated inside her like a tornado. It had been six months since the doctors appointment and even after taking the medicines regularly, there was no result. Maybe she was barren, empty, unworthy. She looked down the balcony. Will this agony end if she just take a leap? Her eyes were fixed at the land 20 feet below her.

“Liv” - Liam called out to her. Olivia felt as if she woke up from a trance. She turned and saw Liam standing at the door. She ran to him and wrapped him in a tight hug, burring her head in his neck.

Liam gently wrapped her in a hug,”Are you okay?” he asked. She just nodded without lifting her head. “You seemed lost there” he asked again.

She didn’t reply. But gently pulled away. She started to walk away from him, but Liam grabbed her by her wrist. “Something is bothering you, Liv” he asked, “dont want to share it with me?”

“There is nothing, really.” Olivia said looking in his eyes. Her gaze as fierce as ever. But Liam could see the pain covered behind the strong exterior. He however decided it is best to let go of topic.

“Liv, I was thinking that we should visit Lythikos for this weekend.” He was glad that he came up with the idea, because he saw a spark in her eyes as soon as she heard Lythikos. Her entire body relaxed and a smile spread on her face.

“Lythikos?” she asked.

“Yes, you haven't been to Lythikos since our wedding, and we can spend some time together. “ he suggested.

The two thing she loved - Lythikos and Liam - together for a weekend, what more could she ask for. “That’s brilliant idea” the scarlet duchess beamed - for a fraction of a second Liam saw the innocence of the young Olivia on the duchesses’ face.

“ I am going to make the arrangements” she kissed Liam on his cheek and rushed out, Liam chuckled looking at her. He was really glad he could make her forget about whatever was bothering her, even if for just some time.

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Now

“They will be here any minute” Hana told Riley.

“He should have been here an hour ago.” Riley said firmly. “Press is waiting. We need to make a statement.” she walked out of the parlor of the hotel where the press conference was organized. Hana had already received a call from Liam informing that they have landed in Valtoria about two hours ago. He should have reached the press conference an hour ago, but there was no sign of him. Riley had continued with her schedule as if not caring about his arrival. But Hana knew that every news of Drake had effected her deeply. The last month had not been easy for Riley and Hana was not sure if Drake’s presence would mean for Riley.

Hana looked at her pleadingly. “Please wait for five minutes?”

“Even if he reaches here in five minutes, do you think he will be able to solve all problems?” Riley asked, “He is not Drake anymore, accept that.” She said and strode towards the press conference room.

She opened the room and took her place on the dais on the stage. She felt her heart beating fast in her chest. You can do it - She reassured herself. It was not new for her to face press for some controversy. But this was the first time Drake was not by her side. A simple lip curl on Drake’s face when she would look at him for support used to increase her confidence ten fold.

As she had sensed, the press had noted Duke’s absence. A murmur was going around the room that was hard to miss. Cameras started flashing. Riley raised a hand to silence the reporters. “Thank you for coming” She smiled at them confidently.

“I am here to let the land owners know that we have heard their concerns ” She knew she needs to be on point, and not let media control the narrative.” I want them to know that we are with them. We value them. We will not do any injustice with them. We have made sure that all land owners gets same area of land that they are donating or ...”

“Would you say they are donating? land owners feel like you are snatching the lands from them” a reporter interrupted her.

Riley stammered for a moment, but took a deep breath and continued,”The Dam is being built for the betterment of entire duchy. In fact, it will also benefit neighboring duchy. We need some land to create reservoir. We have planned the location so that it benefits the most...”

“But it was Sir Drake’s plan. Where is he? Shouldn’t he be answering us?” Another reporter interrupted her. This was the first time reporters were interrupting her. She hadn't expected such hostile behavior.

Riley felt her throat choke up. She took a sip from the water from the glass placed in front of her, and said,” He is away for an important work...”

“Is it true that he is away since a month?” another reporter asked. “Are you pregnant?” a voice asked from another corner. “Are you two separated?” another question was fired at her from somewhere else.

Soon all the reporters started firing questions from all directions to her. She found her voice choked up in her throat. She raised her hand to ask them to stop , but the situation was already out of hand. Hana ran to front and took a mic to ask the reporters to calm down. Their questions had now been replaced by a strange murmur discussing the rumors they had heard.A wave of panic rushed over Riley. The media hadn't been her friend last month and she had realized it long before today. But today the reality was staring her in her face. And she was proving to be weak. Suddenly the room fell silent. Riley looked up to see all eyes fixed to the door behind her.

She turned to see Drake entering the room. He had dressed up in a suit. His long hair gelled and combed neatly. He walked confidently to the stage Her heart started beating hard in her chest. She felt an urge to run to him and wrap him in a hug, to kiss him, feel his warmth. But she sat froze looking at him, gripping the chair to prevent herself from acting on the urge. Their eyes met for a brief moment. As soon as their eyes meet, Drake looked down, hesitant to meet her gaze. Within a fraction of second, he caught himself and fixed his eyes on the swarm of reporters and photographers who all had stood up by now.

Cameras were flashing all around. Capturing each movement of Drake. He was prepared for this. He strode to the desk with confidence. He adjusted his suit before taking a seat next to Riley. He gestured to the reporters to settle down.

“I understand that there are many questions that you need answers for.” He began calmly. He was trying his best to stay stoic and confident, but Riley saw his feet shaking below the table. She knew how hard this could be for him. Instinctively she placed a hand on his knee. Drake turned to look at her. This small gesture was enough for him to boost his confidence. He smiled thankfully at her. She gave a reassuring smile in return before gently moving her hand back.

“However, today we dont want to answer any questions. There are few things that needs to be said.” Drake returned his focus back to the crowd in front of them. He made sure his voice is firm and calm. Liam had made him practice this a hundred times in the flight back. “First, Riley will complete what she has to say” He looked at his beautiful wife sitting next to him. Riley nodded to him and started addressing the crowd before her. She explained the reporters how they are going to address the issues before them. No one interrupted her now. They seemed least interested in the land owners protest. They were here to know about Drake. And now when he was here, they didn't had many questions left.

Riley completed her speech with confidence. Drake looked at her through the entire speech mesmerized by her. They way she spoke with confidence and compassion, addressing all concerns of land owners one by one, made Drake look at her with new found respect.

“I assure you that we are going to discuss the concerns with each individual landowner to make sure that none of them face any kind of injustice. “ She said concluding her speech.”We have always stood by our people and will continue to do so. Thank you. I believe that you will continue to put your trust in us.” Riley had decided that as soon as she delivered the speech, she would leave. As she didn't want to answer any further questions. Her eyes met with Drake’s before she stood up to leave. But Drake immediately stood up to stop her, wrapping an arm around her waist.”Just a min,” he smiled looking at the reporters. “We have an important announcement to make”.

This sudden gesture of Drake again caused a turmoil inside of Riley.

“We are so happy to announce this....” Drake smiled proudly,” we are expecting a baby.” He gently placed his hand on her belly. Riley felt her body tearing apart. Half of her body wanted to run away from him, but half of her wanted him to envelop in his arms. She realized her shocked face is being photographed from all angles. She forced a smile and posed for the cameras. She knew this was going on the covers of all news papers and magazines tomorrow and in an hour on all social media. By now, she had mastered the art of disguising all her emotions in front of media.

“Thank you everyone” Drake waved to everyone. And gently escorted Riley away. Riley walked beside him wordlessly to the car. As soon as they sat in car, Riley shifted to side , keeping a distance between her and Drake. Drake too couldn't muster the courage to talk to her in front of the driver or the security.

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After a very silent drive, Drake and Riley reached their estate with Hana. As soon as the car stopped, Riley stepped out of the car and stormed inside. Drake and Hana ran after her.

“Riley, please wait” Hana called out to Riley. But she didn't stop.

“Riley, please listen to me.” Drake called out to her. Riley stopped and turned to look at him. Tears running down her face.

“Don’t you think it is a little too late to talk?” she said clenching her teeth.

“Riley , please calm down” Hana ran to her to place a hand on her shoulder.

“I understand your anger. I am sorry Riley. I really..” Drake took a tentative step towards her.

“Oh! so now you are sorry?” Riley’s could not control her anger any longer,”And what? You expect me to forgive you?.” She took two steps towards Drake as if challenging him.

“Drake, please. Lets talk later.” Hana pleaded. Drake read the fear in Hana’s eyes.

“Yes, I guess we should talk later.” he said.

“No,” Riley said, her body shaking in anger,”You said you wanted to talk. so talk. I am listening.” Tears kept streaming down her red eyes, but she didn’t bother wiping them away. “Tell me why did you left? Without a word.”

“Riley, I am really sorry, please calm down.” he tentatively took steps towards her. Riley raised her hand to stop him. “Don’t come near me.” Riley took a step away from him stumbling a little. “How dare you come back as if nothing happened? Announce my pregnancy? Without even consenting with me...”

Riley paused, as if to compose herself.

“Riley....” Drake started to say something, but realized that Riley was loosing her balance. “Riley!” he shouted before rushing to catch her just in time before she fell.

A panic washed over as he saw her lying unconscious in his arms. “Riley!”,

Hana rushed to kneel down beside Drake. “Hana, bring some water.” Hana nodded and rushed to get some water.

“Riley”, Drake patted her cheek repeatedly to wake her up. “Please wake up!” he pleaded.

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