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easyobsession · 4 years

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Somewhere Only We Know

“You’re gonna get pissed.” He warns.

“Seriously, Justin, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” He pauses again, this time so long Kat is about to lose it, when he finally blurts, “We could get married.”

A Spinning Out fic.

A/N: A few things to get straight: what little knowledge I have about the Olympics, the Village, and ice skating in general is very limited and based solely on what I can find online. Please go easy on me; I’m new to this world. Most of my research for Beijing’s Games is speculation based on past Winter Olympics combined with me also making some of it up.

Also, as we know, we only got one season of this amazing show. While I have done my fair share of research (aka watched every Katstin scene an embarrassing amount of times), if you don’t remember some of the smaller details I mention it’s quite possibly because I made them up. Bare with me and go with it. I’m doing my best.

She’s been staring at the ceiling for nearly two hours. She knows this because in those two hours, Kat Baker has looked at the clock more times than she can count. But she’s done her best to stay still and focus on sleep, because if ever a good reason to need a solid night’s rest, this is it. Plus, she isn’t alone.

But it’s been nearly two hours. And after feeling her bedmate shift for the third time in less than ten minutes, she can’t help herself.

“Are you awake?” she speaks softly in case she’s wrong.

“Yes.” Justin’s voice comes so instantaneously it’s obvious he has been for a while. He rolls over onto his side to face her, clearly fed up with the charade. “I know we’re supposed to be too excited to sleep or whatever, but I figured jet lag and exhaustion would kick in eventually.”

Kat sighs. “I don’t think I can lay here anymore.”

“Screw it. Let’s go walk around or something. Get some food. I don’t know,” He shrugs, “Everything is open 24/7 here. Might as well take advantage of it.”

Kat bites at her lip. They have practice tomorrow at 9am sharp and Dasha will kill them if they’re stumbling around exhausted, but she’s so stir crazy right now she can’t bring herself to care.

“Alright, let’s go.”

They both dress quickly and head for the door, remembering to grab their ID badges from the nightstand and doing their best to remain silent as they slip through the common room. Their hands find each other in the elevator as they depart from the ninth floor, and they both give a courteous nod to security as they exit the dorm.

February in Beijing is beautiful, and despite being nothing more than a glorified college campus, the Olympic Village somehow still manages to blow both Kat and Justin’s minds. With a large handful of sky-high dormitories divided up by country, the Village is filled with basic amenities like a post office, bank, laundry facility, a convenience store, several gyms, and a huge cafeteria containing cuisine from around the world at every hour of the day.

Kat and Justin have been here for eight days so far. The first two days were spent getting settled with the other Team USA skaters and personnel, the third day they participated in the Opening Ceremony, and the remaining time has been spent using their allotted practice sessions, hitting the gym for light workouts, and enjoying the experience. They’ve also seen a few events, which is a highlight, and done a couple interviews (Dasha promises there are more to come- super) and some press work.

Mostly though, they’ve been staying close and trying to remain in a good headspace. Their competition begins in three days and their families arrive tomorrow, so for the most part they’re taking Dasha’s advice and focusing on each other.

“This is yours to lose,” she’d said. “Don’t over-think anything. Just stick together and enjoy it.”

This probably isn’t what she meant, but whatever.

After leaving the dorms behind, the duo makes the short walk into the heart of the Village, the nightlife scene far more alive than some might expect. The Village is open 24 hours a day for a reason. Some athletes prefer to train in the later hours, jetlag affecting a large amount, and some seem to need an escape to rid themselves of the jitters. One thing is clear though: everyone is tense. It’s like a university during finals- the pressure is on and everyone is feeling it.

“We should probably skip the caffeine, but how ‘bout hot chocolate?” Justin proposes, their linked hands swaying between them as they approach the commissary.

Kat nods. As much as a huge cup of coffee sounds appealing right now, he’s right. With any luck they’ll hopefully be able to manage at least a few hours of shuteye after this little excursion and a latte screams bad call.

After getting two steaming cups of cocoa (caramel in hers- she’d agreed to forgo the caffeine, not the sugar) they find an empty bench just far enough off the main pathway for a bit of privacy. So far it’s been a blast meeting and getting to know the other athletes from around the world, including several of Kat and Justin’s personal idols, but two AM just isn’t the hour preferred for socializing.

For a while they sit in silence, enjoying the peace and tranquility and the rare chance to people-watch the night owls between sips from their respective biodegradable cups.

“Feeling any sleepier?” Justin questions finally, causing the brunette under his arm to sigh.

“Will you judge me if I say that I’m even more awake than before?”

Justin lets out a curse. “I was hoping it was just me.”

“Gotta love Olympic life,” she ruses, “Well, I’m not going to the gym.”

“Fuck that,” he agrees. They’ve been practicing nonstop as it is. Neither of them is in the mood to ruin what little free time they do have, especially since Dasha never shuts up about the importance of not overdoing it.

“I don’t know. Nothing sounds appealing.” Kat continues, “But I don’t want to just sit here all night.”

For a moment silence falls again until Justin begins to fidget, shifting in his seat and catching her attention.

“What?” she demands, the look in his eye giving him away just like always.

“Nothing.” He quickly dismisses, shaking his head. “Never mind. I’m an idiot. Forget it.”

Kat rolls her eyes. “I know you’re an idiot,” she teases, “You’re my idiot though, which means I’m privy to all of your idiocy.”

“Seriously Kat, drop it. It was a dumbass thought. Let it go.”

“Hey,” the change of tone in his voice causes her to pull back, finding his eyes. Clearly he’s getting upset about something. “Talk to me.”

Justin stares at her for a minute. “You’re gonna get pissed.” He warns.

“Seriously, Justin, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” He pauses again, this time so long Kat is about to lose it, when he finally blurts, “We could get married.”

Silence.

“What?” It takes all of Kat’s strength not to screech the word. “Are you- what?”

“I said it was dumb!”

“It’s the middle of the night.” she sputters. “Our families aren’t here. We’ve only been together-”

“What feels like forever sometimes,”

Kat gives him a dirty look. “Really? You’re choosing now to fuck around?”

He raises his hands in defense.

“Look, it was just something that popped in my head.”

“Of all the possibilities, this was the random thought you had?”

Justin glances toward the ground, causing her eyes to go wide.

“This isn’t the first time?” Kat pauses, her voice finally falling back down to its regular decibel. “You’ve thought about this before?”

“Have I thought about marrying you?” Justin snorts, giving up on his hesitance as the insanity of the situation triggers brutal honesty. “I’m 25, Kat, and I’ve been in love with you longer than the two years we’ve been together. Yes, I’ve thought about it.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He says quickly. “I don’t have a binder filled with details or anything. It’s just something I’ve thought about, that’s all.”

This seems to catch her attention.

“Like what?”

“Like… I don’t know.” He shrugs. “You probably don’t want something too big or flashy. Which is awesome, because while my dad will lose his shit and it’ll drive Mandy nuts, I’m actually on board with small and simple. And I know you’ll kill me if I spend too much on the ring, which is the one thing I already have covered-”

“You have it covered?” she interrupts. “Like what, you’ve already bought it?”

He pauses for a minute, staring at her before letting out a sigh.

“I don’t want to freak you out.”

“Justin, seriously, I swear to fucking god-”

“Fine!” he holds up his hands in surrender. “Just give me ten minutes. Stay here.”

“Stay here? Where are you going?” she wants to hit him when he rises from the bench. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Stay here!” He repeats.

“Fuck off!” she cries, yet for some reason her ass remains glued to her seat.

The following ten minutes pass in a slow blur, because what the actual fuck? Ironically it isn’t their relationship, but the fact that they’re skating for Olympic medals in three days that assures her he wouldn’t just leave her sitting in the middle of the Village like a moron, when Justin returns with his hands in his pockets, looking even more nervous than when he left. (Which is understandable, because there’s at least a 50% chance this could lead to his death.)

He lets out a breath as he sits back down next to her, finally revealing his hands and holding up a respectably sized (but not too gaudy) ruby in a band of gold. He places the ring in the palm of her hand, giving a small shrug.

“It was my mom’s.” he explains quietly. “I’ve had it since she died. Dad said she planned on giving it to me eventually.”

“Justin-”

“Look, it was a dumb idea. And I didn’t mean to freak you out, especially when literally the biggest event of our lives is in three days, but… I don’t know.” He shrugs again. “I just started talking and you didn’t stop me. So here we are.”

“So what, you just carry this with you everywhere you go?”

“Fuck you. It’s called being prepared, Baker.”

Kat goes quiet for a minute, her eyes falling from his understandably stressed face to the ring still perched in her palm. This is quite literally the last thing she ever would’ve expected, and yet for some reason the idea of turning him down isn’t her gut reaction. It’s crazy, yeah, but she does love him and they’ve been together for a while. Hell, practically everyone and their brother has brought it up, so it’s not like she hasn’t thought about it, and at the end of the day she could think of a lot worse ways to live her life than spending it with Justin.

“Your mom must’ve had small hands too. Although… I guess we won’t really know if it fits unless you put it on me.” She murmurs finally, causing his head to snap up.

“What?”

“I mean, I won’t be able to wear it on the ice, obviously,” she continues, “And we should probably wait until after the Games to tell anyone, because it’ll only be more pressure if we’re labeled the American Newlywed team. Plus, our families are no question going to kill us- Dasha at the front of the line. We’ll probably have to have some sort of party to make it up to them. Especially Mandy.”

“Are you saying yes?” he asks breathlessly, still unsure if he’s in a daze or acquired brain damage from the cold.

A small grin breaks out on Kat’s face. “I must be crazier than we thought.”

“You’re saying yes!” he surges forward to kiss her, hoping all of his joy can be transmitted through the pressure of his lips. “Holy shit.”

“Does it count if you never put the ring on me?” she questions through a giggle, causing him to let out a laugh of his own as he takes the ring and slides it onto her finger with shaking hands.

“Perfect fit.” He observes, part of him not even surprised because fate is just on their side tonight apparently, before leaning in to kiss her again. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She grins. “Mr. Baker,”

Justin laughs. “You joke, but I really could not care less.” He pauses for a second. “Hey, look, I’m sorry this isn’t something better. I mean, I wasn’t planning on renting out the Eiffel Tower or anything, but I wanted to at least make a speech or something. Most of all I know it’s something I planned to talk to you about beforehand.”

Kat shrugs. “Might as well have this be just as weird and dysfunctional as everything else about our lives, right?” She says with a dry laugh. “Besides, you can save the speech for your vows.”

Justin stares at her for a second. “You seriously want to get married at 3AM in a foreign country, in secret, three days before the biggest competition of our careers?”

“Are you getting cold feet already?”

He laughs. “I’m just making sure I’m not dreaming.” He says honestly.

“Oh, you’re awake. And it’s too late to back out now, Davis.” She holds up her left hand where the ring sparkles, looking, Justin can’t help but notice, like it’s always belonged there. “I’ve already got the hardware.”

Justin grins. “Guess I’m stuck then.”

“Looks like it.”

“Huh.” He stands up from the bench and offers her his hand. “Then let’s go get married.”

Part 2 Coming Soon. ;)

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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All For Her

Idol: Krystal (f(x))

Prompt: Krystal Jung scenario where the reader (girl) meets Jessica for the first time and tries to get her permission to marry her sister

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love these sisters and I hope I did this request justice for you!

To say that you were nervous would be an understatement. Even though you’d been dating Krystal for a while now, you hadn’t gotten the opportunity to meet Jessica in person. It was weird, especially since the two sisters were so close, but it always seemed like you were busy whenever there was an opportunity to meet her and you had to settle for saying hello to her through face time. Now, the two of you were heading back to Krystal’s home town for a little vacation, and for the first time, you’d be meeting Jessica.

For a while now, you’d known that you wanted to get Jessica’s approval for your relationship with Krystal. You weren’t planning on proposing now, Krystal had made it clear that she wanted to finish her work on her latest drama and her solo album before the two of you took your relationship to the next step. But that would be in the coming year, and you had no idea when you would see Jessica again, especially since it took so long for you to see her in person. So you knew you would have to ask her during this trip.

“Did you finish packing?” Krystal’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you looked up to see her standing in the doorway in an oversized sweater and leggings, hair pulled up into a messy bun and mug in hand.

Giving her a sheepish smile, you rubbed the back of your neck. “I’m getting there.”

“We leave early in the morning, you know,” she said, but a smile slipped onto her lips and she shook her head. “You stress me out with how late you do things.”

“Hey, this trip is nerve wracking for me, you know!”

“I know, you’re meeting my family for the first time. But I promise, they’ll all love you. They’re all excited to finally meet you in person.” You glanced down at your half-full suitcase, biting your lip.

“It’s crazy that I’m only just now meeting them.”

“Yeah, but better late than never, right?” You gave her a smile and nodded as she stepped over to look down at what you’d packed so far.

“That’s true.”

“Do you want help packing?” Well, it wasn’t like you had a ring or anything yet, so what would it hurt to let her help? You could also make sure everything you had packed was okay for the climate and occasion. That sounded like a great idea.

“You’re an angel,” you said, grinning, and she laughed, sitting down across from you.

“I know. What would you do without me?”

“I wouldn’t be packed in time, that’s for sure.” She sat down her coffee and rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips gave her away. She loved you, and you knew it.

“Next time, try to pack so we won’t be up all night before a 5am flight.”

“Hey, at least we’ll have plenty of time to sleep on the plane!”

You didn’t get any sleep on the plane. Krystal slumped against your shoulder an hour in, not even finishing the first movie of the flight before she was sound asleep, but you couldn’t even drift off. Your eyes were closed, but your mind was racing. What if her parents didn’t like you? What if it was awkward? What if Jessica didn’t approve? What if she thought you were silly to get her permission, and what if she didn’t give it? What would you do then?

When the plane finally landed, you were even more tired than you had been when you took off, dragging behind Krystal as the two of you went to claim your bags.

“We’ll have time to sleep on the plane, huh?” She said, voice teasing as she bumped against your hip, raising her eyebrows. “You don’t look like you got any sleep at all.”

“It’s because you were snoring,” you fired back, sticking out your tongue at her as she let out an offended gasp.

“That is slander, I don’t snore.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“Whatever.” She grabbed your hand. “If you’re nervous about meeting my family, I understand, but I also want to say that it’ll be okay. I’m sure they’re going to love you almost as much as I do.”

A smile made its way onto your face. “Only almost as much?”

“Nobody can love you as much as I do.” Your face flushed at her comment and you shook your head in amazement. Only she could say such cheesy things with a completely straight face.

“Awe, that’s sweet. But thank you. I’m trying not to psych myself out too much about it but it’s kind of nerve wracking.”

“I know. I was nervous when I met your family too.”

“You didn’t act like you were. You were cool as always.”

“Hey, I was nervous! I just have a hard time showing my emotions, you know this.”

“I know, I was just kidding,” you said as the two of you came up on the baggage claim. “By the way, who’s picking us up?”

“Jessica.” Oh, okay. So this was happening now. You watched, taking a deep breath, and she pulled her phone out of her pocket. “She says she’s right outside in the pickup area, so let’s hurry.”

The flow of the airport soon had the two of you standing outside, looking for a familiar face in the crowd of cars and people standing around the pickup area. Krystal, one hand in yours as not to lose you in the crowd and the other holding her phone, tugged you forward.

“She says she’s on the left side, so let’s head over there.” The airplane ride had not been long enough to prepare you to see Jessica right after landing while you were still sleepy and jet-lagged, but it was too late to try and prepare now.

“Krystal!” A smile broke out onto your girlfriend’s face as Jessica almost tackled her, throwing her arms around her in a big hug.

“Jessica, hey! You were hiding from us!”

“I was not, you’re just blind.” The older girl pulled away, and her eyes met yours. Immediately, you gave her a shaky smile, legs feeling a bit weak. “I’m guessing this is the (Y/N) I’ve heard so much about?”

“That’s me. Only good things, I hope,” you said, holding out your hand. She shook it and gave you a sweet smile.

“Of course it was only good things, Krystal here is head over heels in love with you.”

“Jessica, please.” Krystal shot her a look, cheeks dusted pink, but she just laughed and gestured back towards her car.

“Why don’t we get going? My car can only be parked there for so long, and I’m guessing that the two of you are hungry.”

“So hungry,” Krystal said, perking up at the mention of food, and you nodded in agreement.

“I’m down to get something to eat, for sure.”

“Let’s go then!”

Jessica was one of the nicest people you’d ever met. From paying for lunch to making sure you felt comfortable in their family home, she did everything in her power to make you feel welcome and wanted. Quickly, you found yourself feeling more and more comfortable around her, especially when she’d joke about how much Krystal talked about you or told you embarrassing things from her past that made you almost cry with laughter. She was nowhere near as intimating as you’d thought she’d be. And that was nice.

So nice, in fact, that you almost forgot what you’d wanted to ask her about in the first place.

Almost.

Four days into the week that the two of you would be staying there, you and Jessica were left alone. Krystal had decided to run to the store to grab some groceries, and her parents were out, meaning it was just you and Jessica in the house as the two of you prepared for dinner.

That was when you remembered your question.

“Hey, Jessica?” The older girl looked up, eyebrows raised, from where she’d been preheating the oven.

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” It was kind of a weird thing to ask out of the blue, but you weren’t sure that you’d get another chance to do it, and you really wanted to ask her in person.

“This is going to be kind of out of nowhere, but I wanted to ask you something.” You took a deep breath, wet your lips. “If I were to propose to Krystal, would I have your blessing?” It took her a moment to process the words, but then her face lit up and she let out a little squeal, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth.

“You’re going to propose?” You waved your hands, laughing awkwardly.

“Not right now! She wants to finish her drama before we do anything like that, and I’d like to be stable in my job as well. But I didn’t know when I’d see you again, and I wanted to get your blessing in person.” She smiled, bringing her hands.

“Awe, I got excited for a minute. But of course you’d have my blessing. You make my sister so happy, I would be terrible if I said no. Plus, now that I’ve met you, I think you’re a wonderful person, and I’d like nothing more than for you to marry my sister and make her happy for the rest of your life.” She reached out to place a hand on your shoulder as you spoke, and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes from her sweet words.

“Thank you. That’s what I wanted to hear from you.”

“Good. Let me know before you propose so I can fly out there though! I want to help with the surprise, and video everything. Oh, and for the wedding! Of course I’ll be Krystal’s maid of honor but I want to help plan. The two of you are going to be so cute! I can’t wait! I already have ideas that I know she will love.” Her eyes were twinkling, and you laughed, heart swelling.

“I’ll be sure to let you know. I’m sure Krystal will want you to be part of the wedding,” you said, grinning.

“She’d better.”

“Jessica, (Y/N), come help with the groceries!” Both of you jumped at the sound of Krystal’s voice echoing from the garage door, glancing over before looking back at each other. Jessica gave you a little wink as she dropped her hand away from your shoulder.

“You have my blessing, (Y/N). Go make her happy.” You stood still for a moment as you watched her walk towards the garage before following, mind whirring once again. Krystal looked up from the back of the car and looked from you to her sister, eyebrows raised.

“What did the two of you talk about while I was gone?”

“You,” Jessica answered, nonchalant as your cheeks flushed and Krystal turned to you with a grin on her face.

“Me? Really?” Jessica giggled, heading inside, and you shrugged, wrapping an arm around her and tugging her closer.

“Guess I talk about you just as much as you talk about me.”

“I’m flattered,” she said, leaning in to kiss your cheek, and you beamed, feeling warm and happy.

“I love you.”

“Where did that come from?”

“I just wanted you to know.”

“You weirdo. I love you too.”

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