#homegirl really had the opportunity to take all her money and fuck off and be rich in silence forever
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girly girls
Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.3K
Warnings: bullying, cursing
Genre: slice of life; fluff; angst
Summary: Three times a popular girl and a nerd were enemies, and one time where they weren’t
a/n: this fic was inspired by my all time favorite movie, Legally Blonde. I enjoyed writing this fic and I really hope you enjoy reading it :)
Y/N L/N has never been someone who liked to be cast in the shadows. Always being the center of attention, y/n has become one of the, if not the most, popular girls in her town. Homegirl is always dressed like an icon even when doing mundane tasks. Girls like her have never really been into anything “nerdy.” She associates herself with more of the bimbo kind, if you will. It was never really a secret, but she studies incredibly hard to get the chance to go to her dream school and become a great computer scientist. Being in such a large friend group of female fashion icons, there was never really anyone who wanted to talk about topics with math or computer science.
Kang Taehyun, however, is this awkward and incredibly smart boy. Never really associated with popularity, he’s only had about four friends in his life and absolutely no dating experience. He’d always been one to shy away from attention. At most times, he found himself quietly observing others. All this, and he’s still what you would consider the teacher’s pet. He gets all his assignments done, A’s on every test, and raises his hand for every question. As a computer science enthusiast, he has worked his butt off his entire life, filling his schedule with robotics clubs, different languages of code, and coding camps. Senior year was his year. He had finally got into his dream school, TXT Tech, and had already created a very very detailed plan for the future.
Currently, Y/n’s mother was constantly trying to persuade her about fashion school. Having an incredibly fashionable mom wasn’t always the best for situations like these. TXT Tech results were coming out, and even though Y/n was confident she was getting in, there’s still the chance she might have not. Nervously waiting in front of her laptop, she sits impatiently refreshing the page for her results. Within one sentence she hops up from her chair in awe. Obviously attending the school was going to be a big turning point for her, and she was so excited to have been admitted to TXT Tech.
As Y/n got settled on campus, she finds no one else that looks like her. Obviously, because she stands out, all attention is drawn to her. She’s confident, stylish, and hot. In a sea of gray and tan business outfits, Y/n wears a nice pink pantsuit. She’s relishing in all the attention, not seeming to mind that it’s not good, because she knew she looked good.
Her first encounter with Taehyun couldn’t have gone worse. Walking to her class, pink drink in hand, she struts confidently to the lecture hall for her computer engineering class. Not paying attention to where she was going, she bumps into a tall figure. This clearly wasn’t the best way you could go about your first day, but all Y/n could do was apologize.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t see where I was going and-” she rambled. Pausing in the middle of looking up, a very handsome and slightly awkward boy stands there, obviously pissed off and very annoyed. He scoffs and continues on his way to his next class.
Her second encounter with Taehyun was not great either. Clicking her high heels against the floor, she walks to her first class of the day. She had to get there early, she always had to sit in the front of the class. Taehyun on the other hand, nose buried deep in his book, walks directly to the middle. Despite loving programming, he could only handle so much attention. The class had started off well for Y/n, reviewing the class syllabus of “Principles of Programming Languages.” Taehyun, however, was pissed. He had not been called on once and was so frustrated.
“Y/n, can you tell me the five most commonly used languages of code?” the professor asks smugly. Y/n knew what he was doing. She was being set up. She knew he thought she didn’t know and that lit a fire in her.
“Python, Java, Javascript, C#, and C” she answers confidently. Hearing this, the professor nods his head. He wasn’t expecting that.
Taehyun saw this as a perfect opportunity. His hand shoots up and he comments, “Sir, that’s actually incorrect. C++ is actually more popular because although C has served as the foundation for writing languages like Python and Ruby, C++ is a newer language of code and therefore is compatible with more technology.” Taehyun confidently looks down to wear Y/n sits and smirks. Of course she wouldn’t know that. She’s only the popular rich girl that got in with Daddy’s money. She didn’t actually know anything, right?
It had been a few months since school had started, and finals were just about to come around. For this class’ final, they had to submit a partner project and code a simple game. At this point, it had been very blatantly established that Y/n and Taehyun were enemies. They despised each other. Always competing with each other in class, snickering when the other person got annoyed. It was a silent war between the two of them and everyone could feel the tension in the air. Obviously, it was no surprise they always came up at the top of the class, interchanging the first spot every test. What was surprising, however, was seeing their names together on the partner project roster.
Taehyun was furious. College was supposed to be his bitch, but now he’s acting like Y/n’s bitch. He was so pissed off. Computer science was supposed to be where he had the upper hand. The one place he could feel himself. Where he was finally better than the stupid popular kids. And yet, he’s here, competing with one of them. It wasn’t fair. She was a girly girl, she wore bright colors everyday, she even had a sparkly notebook. How was she so smart? There was no way, it’s just the laws of the universe. You had to choose between looks and intelligence. That’s just what the gods above said. There’s no take backsies.
It’s no secret that Y/n is a fashionable girl and having a female centric hobby isn’t really something applauded at this university. Knowing of Y/n’s insecurities, let’s talk about Taehyun’s. Having always worn non adventurous, boring, clothing, he’s known from the very beginning that Y/n’s beauty has helped her in life. Life is never fair, and it shows. Taehyun never ever got those advantages, and now here he is competing with someone just as smart as him.
As his jealousy grows in the back of his mind, he decides to use this time to take revenge. The next few days are spent typing away in the library, collaborating and researching for hours upon hours. Knowing that this project was worth 40% of their grade, they spent all their time trying to make this game perfect.
The day of the presentation of their near perfect game rolls around and Y/n was confident. She had spent countless nights coding this with Taehyun and on her own. Starting the presentation off, Taehyun pulls up a game completely different to the one Y/n coded with him. “In this day and age, gaming has become a hobby more popular than it’s ever been. With platforms like twitch and youtube, all different types of games can catch the eyes of a wide audience. With this in mind, I’d like to present to you Jackbox Party Pack 8. Roleplay games have become the genre of choice for many gamers to play, and viewers to watch.”
This was not the first person shooter Y/n had coded with him. What was he doing? Y/n stood there, not really knowing what to say. Opening and closing her mouth, she couldn’t form any words. She should have known this was a set up. “Ms. L/n, please continue.” The professor says. She couldn’t. She felt like she was frozen. She was so embarrassed and she should’ve seen it coming. With cheeks welling up in her eyes, she runs out of the classroom.
With a smirk, Taehyun continued on, explaining how the game worked and how he had coded it. He had spent the past few nights coding it by himself and he was incredibly proud. Paying no mind to Y/n, he stood tall and smiled throughout his entire presentation. Obviously, like any normal person, guilt started growing quickly in the back of his mind. He finally realized he had fucked up.
Running after Y/n, Taehyun felt incredibly guilty. He had taken the competition too far, and now he’d made someone innocent fail a required class. After running for what felt like hours, he found Y/n crying under a tree. He knelt down and offered her some tissues. Aggravated, she smacks the tissues away and tells him to leave.
Y/n, on the other hand, felt so angry. How could he do this to her? She hadn’t done anything wrong, and if he didn’t like the way she dressed or the way she conducted herself that was fine. All she needed was her to believe in herself and that got her into TXT Tech. While thinking about all the ways she could end Taehyun, she feels arms wrap around her. They’re 🤮Taehyun’s. Before she can rip his arms off, he speaks up.
“Look Y/n, I’m really sorry about that whole thing I pulled back there. I’ll talk to the professor and give him the real project. I really took it too far and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He begs.
“Um,, no? I don’t care? That was literally so embarrassing. If you really wanted to make it up to me you’d leave me alone.” Y/n pushes him off her harshly and storms off. How dare he? It probably took his two seconds to come up with that half assed apology. This was unbelievable.
Y/n started trudging through the grass back to her dorm. All she wanted to do was take a warm shower and cry in her bed. She hated everyone. She wanted him to suffer just as much as she did, but she couldn’t do that.
After two whole days of sobbing in her bed, she decided she was craving her signature pink drink. She really didn’t feel like going out, but delivering one drink would cost like $15. Y/n throws on a casual pink outfit. It’s very different from what she wore at the beginning of the school year, but the one thing that never changed was the color pink. Even in her depressive mood, she still wanted to dress up. She felt most comfortable wearing stylish clothing, that was her home.
Stepping into the store, she sees Taehyun sitting at a table alone. You know when you see old people sitting along and you feel so bad for them you start tearing up? Like what if they lost their spouse or something :(((((. So anyway, Taehyun gives her lonely old people energy and regardless of what he did to her, she decides to keep him company.
“Hey, um, can i sit here?” Y/n asks. Taehyun was so surprised. She wanted to sit with him? But he was so mean to her? He nodded his head and sat quietly. The past two days she could tell Taehyun had done a lot of thinking. She could tell he did it because he felt threatened. That wasn’t enough to forgive him, but at least she was being nice about it.
Taehyun gets up and leaves. He comes back with a pink drink in hand, maybe as an apology. “I really want to apologize to you again, Y/n. Yesterday I don’t know if you saw, but the professor graded the actual project instead, and I had told him everything and that I’d deserve it if he failed me instead.” Y/n wanted to be happy but she wasn’t. She didn’t want him to fail after helping her code the game with her. Maybe she was so nice to him because she had matured, or maybe because she felt something different in Taehyun. Even so, a little embarrassment, she thought, wasn’t enough to cause a person to fail their whole class. Holding his hand on the table, she nods, a silent way she decided to forgive him.
“Well, at least we’re not the worst team. I think group 7 coded a Niki Minaj roblox world.” Taehyun jokes.
She laughs. “That’s so funny, what the heck? I guess we just have some hardcore barbs in this class.” People like Taehyun and people like Y/n were never meant to be friends in the first place, but maybe now they were starting to. Y/n, who was always challenging the term “girly girl.” Who always stressed that you have to believe in yourself when the rest of the world is against you. Y/n who became successful, without changing who she was. Y/n, who was feminine and wanted to show that was never a weakness. And Taehyun, who was always unadventurous. Who was never into fashion but still managed to pull off his nerdy outfits with his cute face. The passionate Taehyun whose only hobby seemed like studying. Gossiping for hours at the cafe, they realized this. They were starting to become friends. No one ever expected them to even be able to hold a friendly conversation, but here Y/n was, challenging everyone again.
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For the Love of Books
13k+ words of CEO/Bookworm
It’s been a rough week. A long, dark, rough week. With not being able to afford the electric bill, all that was left for you to do was shut down for the week. If you can’t read in the dark, then how were you supposed to buy books in the dark?
While it wasn’t making you money you also weren’t losing any either, that was the double edged sword you were fighting with. You hated it, as the owner of the families bookstore, being closed for a week was not what you wanted. Especially since you were the first family member who has had to do so.
Your Pa left the store to you when he passed away four years ago. It was his Mama’s before him, she left it to him much the same as he left it to you. It was a shock to the family when The Will read out that it was yours, and yours solely until the day you decided to bring in someone else.
It created a pretty big rift in the family, your Mom and Aunt believing that it should have been theirs, but to be honest, you weren’t shocked. It had been a discussion your Pa had with you before he made the decision. He wanted to make sure that you actually wanted the store, and that you could handle the backlash of you receiving it.
Cornered Pages was only your entire childhood. While you’re Mom claimed she loved the store, you would live there if you could. With a single Mom, working at a diner during the day and the local bar at night, left you to growing up with your Pa since he watched you while your Mom worked. He raised you off chapters and new arrivals. Your weekends were book signings and cutting bookmarks.
So having to close for a week was not only disappointing to yourself and your Pa’s legend, it also automatically made you the families disappointment because you couldn’t keep the doors open.
“I want to seriously talk about it,” Shawn shrugs as he sits across from you at the dining room table.
Shawn Mendes, 21 year old multimillionaire of his very own Mendes Printing. Also sort of known as your boyfriend of 2 years.
**flashback**
You were freaking out, literally pacing the bathroom as you whispered yelled at Lauren.
Lauren had been dating Connor since high school, but since he started his new job he had started hanging out with some new people. One of his closest friends was Shawn, and when Lauren met Shawn she set you two up almost immediately.
But now, here you are, dressed in your khaki work shorts, a cute purple tank top and your tan sandals. His schedule was so tight for making a date that you literally had to leave straight from work to the restaurant. You felt about 1000 times under dressed when Shawn picked you up in slacks and a light blue button up shirt.
“Lauren you could have warned a gal that you were setting her up with a fucking multimillionaire.” You hissed, neck vein popping in your frustration.
“I didn’t know! I swear to you, when I met him he was in a Harry Potter shirt and was bragging to Connor about how he’d been able to watch the whole series in a weekend. He was speaking in Potter quotes and all I could see was you and him getting married. I didn’t fucking know!”
“I literally look so stupid right now. He’s in fucking slacks and has cuff links? While I’m in khakis and my hairs in a cute but messy bun. The valet alone was more than I would ever be able to afford for dinner.”
“Oh god.” She groaned.
“I fucking said ‘Literally Pizza Hut would’ve impressed me,’ and he snorted.”
“Snorted?”
“Laughed at me, found me amusing, literally a lowlife compared to him.”
“What did he do to become a multimillionaire?”
“He started his own printing company when he was 18 years old. Graduated high school and started working the next day. He’s the big office building on the corner of Main and Baseline.”
“Oh shit,” She gasps. “So he’s rich rich. Homegirl lock him up.”
“Um no, it’s time to run.”
“Don’t overthink it, he’s a sweetheart I swear. He was really interested when I talked to him.”
“I have to go, he’s gonna think I died or something.”
“You’re so dramat-” You hang up on her and start to rush out the door so you can escape this nightmare you’re living.
This man was literally so far out of your league that you thought these leagues were only in the movies. He will want nothing to do with you, ever.
You whip the door open, taking a deep breath and look up to rush out but stop short when Shawn stands up from his relaxed position against the wall.
“Um,” You gape.
“Okay,” He clears his throat. “I did this wrong,” He cringes. “I was really trying to impress you. I haven’t been on a date since I was in high school. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was just really trying to impress you and I realize I went a little too far. How bad would it be if I asked if we could start over? My place? We can order pizza and talk and be well, normal?”
You giggled, because he couldn’t stop fidgeting his hands, and glancing at you and then back at his shoes. He was so nervous, and you could see it in his features that he was scared he scared you off.
“Shawn? Just because Lauren set us up doesn’t mean we have to do this. If you don’t want to go out with me you don’t have to. It’s okay, I understand.”
“No! Are you kidding?” He asks appalled. “I’ve been so excited and nervous, and my life motto is nerves mean you care. I guess I’m just, I’m not the best at dating because I’ve never really dated. But I do, I do want to go out with you, I just want you to be comfortable.”
“I want you to be comfortable too.” You grin. “I hear you like Harry Potter?”
His eyes go wide and he nods dumbly.
“I have the series on DVD,”
“Blu Ray,” He points to himself. “And a flat screen.”
“Your place it is.”
**
“I don’t know Shawn,” You sigh, slumping back in your seat at the kitchen table, check book on the table in front of you.
“Baby, if I bought the store you’d never have to have a month like you just had. You’d never have to close for the week just to save, that’s not how a business runs.”
You were trying to be calm, and hear him out. But you really didn’t want Shawn buying the company.
“And with the money I can put into it, we can really look into more marketing. Maybe revamp the place, add a little coffee shop, demo the whole place and start over. We can start doing online sales, and boosting revenue that way. Baby I think we can do so much with it-”
“No,” You stop him, “No.”
Shawn’s stopped, shocked at your firm answer. “Why?”
“I just don’t want you buying my company,”
“Baby, but think about how much we could do-”
“No!”
All you can see in your head is that note you have stashed in your file cabinet from your Pa. The one that explicitly says that it was yours until you were ready to share with someone. You could share with Shawn, but you didn’t want to have to. You felt like you just got the place and you don’t want to give it up yet.
“I don’t understand why you don’-”
“Because it’s mine!” You snap. “It’s mine!”
Shawn’s pulling back, but letting you snap.
“It’s mine, and I know I’m not the best owner, we aren’t making much money and I can barely keep the doors open, but it’s mine. And if you buy it then it’s yours, and not mine, and I can’t-” You shake your head. “I know I’m the disappointment of the family right now, because yes, I might have to close the shop soon-”
“Baby,” He stops you, taking your hands and kissing them. “I’m trying to give you a way where you won’t have to close.” He whispers. “You’re not a disappointment by the way, the markets shit, no one’s really making money.” He shrugs. “And I know it’s yours, and if I bought the bookstore, it’d still be yours, 100%”
“No it wouldn’t because you would own it.”
“Okay, so let's compromise, let’s make a deal, let’s talk it out.” He grabs his notepad and a fountain pen. “What if we partnered, you’d have half and I’d have half? That way it's still yours but I can help,”
“I don’t-”
“Let me finish.” He writes some things down. “I’ve been looking into it, and this is what I think you could make if you at least, did the online thing,” He passes you a note with an absurd amount. The bookstore has never made money like that. “And this,” He pulls the paper back, “Is what you could make by adding the cafe.”
“Shawn.” You gasp at the amount he’s scribbled.
“It’d be a study place, in this college town. It’d be a writing place, just down the street from a publishing house. And there are so many opportunities we could have with the publishing house alone. We could work out a contract to say that we’d sponsor their new authors for a certain amount, we’d be helping them and ourselves.”
“You’ve really thought this through.”
“Yes I have, because I love you, and the bookstore, and I don’t ever want to see you have to close the doors. I want to help, and finally, I know how.”
You smile, looking down at the other ideas he has listed on his notepad.
“Can you just think about it. Let’s have a meeting, I want this to be serious. I’ll do some more homework, and you do some too. I want you to think up and draw up everything you’ve ever wanted to do at the store. Everything okay?” He waits for a nod from you, “We’ll have a meeting and discuss what we’ve both thought up and then come to a conclusion.”
“Okay.” You whisper, nodding at him.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You look up at him as he stands and walks around the table to you.
“Okay, I’ll have my people call your people about the details.”
“You mean having Jackie call me in the morning at the store so she can tell me that you’re free Friday at 9:30 to 10:45?” You smirk up at him.
He rolls his eyes, “Yes, Jackie will be in touch. Better?”
You giggle, nodding as he leans down for a kiss. “Where are you going?”
“Home? I’ve got a meeting real early.” He grabs his jacket, slipping it around his shoulders.
You pout at him, giving him your puppy dog eyes. “Stay?”
He chuckles, “Don’t give me those eyes, I can’t say no to those eyes.”
“Then don’t?”
“I have to, seriously I have to be up at like 4, and I don’t want to disrupt you. It’s your first day back at the shop and you need to be rested. I love you, and I’ll stay over tomorrow okay? Maybe I’ll stop by the shop at lunch if I have enough time?”
“Okay.” You sigh, deflating back in your seat.
“I love you.” He steps back closer, leaning down for a kiss.
“Mhm.” You hum, turning your face to the side so he kisses your cheek.
“Miss,” He grabs your chin softly, turning it back towards him, “You got something to say to me?”
“I love you too I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I think I’d know if you were staying the night.”
He laughs, kissing your lips softly sucking your bottom lip, pulling a moan from the back of your throat.
“Now you really can’t leave.”
“See you tomorrow.” He grins, grabbing his phone and keys, blowing you a kiss as he walks out your door.
**
You laughed to yourself when you saw Jackie’s line number run across your cell.
“Hello Jackie.” You answered.
“Morning,” She cheerfully responded. “Okay, so, care to explain why I’m scheduling a meeting for you and Shawn? And not like a date or something, like an actual meeting? Here? At the office?”
“Has he said anything?”
“No he never talks about his meetings. I’m lucky if I get a ‘Mornin’.” She imitates Shawn.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Yeah,” She laughs. “Well except for the meetings part. He really doesn’t talk about them, which is fine. It’s his business, I just schedule the meetings.”
“Well if he hasn’t said anything then I don’t think I should, but I’ll talk to him about it. He knows we’re friends, so if it’s not like confidential then I’ll let you know.”
“Alright fine,” She sighs. “He’s open, um you know, actually. When are you free?”
“Well, I just opened again this week.” You look around the store. “And I really don’t want to have to close just to go to the office for a meeting, but if I have too I will.”
“Tell me when you want the meeting, I’ll work it in his schedule. He can work around you this time around.”
You grin, mentally making a note to send her some flowers soon. “Well I usually close at 6 week nights, but I know he tries to be out of the office at 5.”
“Wednesday night at 6:30 good for you?” She asks, you can hear her typing away at her keyboard.
“Um, yeah, we’ll have to push our date back,” You giggle. “But I think this is an acceptable situation.
“Alrighty then, it’s been inputted into his calendar. Would you like me to input anything else in while I have you?”
“Yeah can you check that major birthdays and anniversaries are in there.”
“I know for a fact they are, he personally has input those. May 3rd is labeled with your name and a heart, just so you know.”
You blush, looking down at your counter, picking at the edge.
“It’s gonna be three years right?”
“Yeah.”
“He better go all out.”
“He could literally just come home with no work, and actually stay and I would be over the moon.”
“Oop, here he comes, wanna speak to him?”
“Um if he isn’t busy I guess.” You murmur.
“Alright, you’re gonna be on line 1, he’ll be with you in a moment.” Jackie says, “Meeting at Wednesday at 6:30, have a nice day!”
Before you can even respond the line clicks and you hear a husky, “Hello Beautiful.”
“Hi Handsome.”
“How’s your morning?”
You look around the store, books stocked full but empty of customers. “Slow.” You sigh, pulling your stool closer to the counter and taking a seat.
“It’s still early, got the whole day ahead of you.”
You love his ability to pick you up whenever you need it. He brought the positive to your life and always had you looking at the glass half full.
“Are you gonna be able to stop by for lunch?”
You hear him sigh, and clicking onto his computer. “No, I don’t think so Baby. Jackie penciled in this new intern? I guess it’s time for an eval, and it was my only open slot this…” He trails off, the clicking becoming louder. “Wednesday? But we have a date.” He speaks up.
“I know, but-”
“I made the reservations for 6:30.”
“Can you push them back? Or we can always have a dinner meeting I guess. Or you know what, tell Jackie to just put me in where it’s convenient for you, she tried to go by what was for me but I knew we should have gone off your sche-”
“I’ll push the reservations.” He hums.
You shut up quick, waiting a beat before suggesting, “Or we could just cancel them and go home with take out and watch The Act?”
Shawn hums again, and you can just imagine him scratching his chin as he swivels in his chair. “Or we could do that. I like that, let’s do that.”
You smile, “Okay! Since you aren’t coming to see me today can you at least come over tonight?”
“Told you last night I’d stay over.”
“I just didn’t know if that changed.”
He sighs, “I know I had to cancel the last time, and the time before, but that’s not gonna happen. I promise okay?”
“Okay.”
“I have a meeting Honey, I’ll see you tonight.”
“Okay.”
“I love you, sell some books!”
“I love you!”
The line goes dead and you sag in your stool. This was going to be a long day.
Maybe if you had more appeal to the store, like if you could see it better, or like if the sales that you had going on were noticeable from the window.
You slide your notebook over, grabbing your pen, titling the new page; ‘Meeting Ideas’.
**
You were rushing around the store trying to clean up the last bit that needed to be done before you rushed out the door. You got a little lost in building a new display for the Divergent section you had. You made some faction signs and little displays for them and before you knew it, it was time to close and your art project was all over.
You are just locking the door when your phone rings in your purse. Hands full, and keys dangling from your fingers you answer, slipping your phone between your shoulder and ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey Gorgeous,” Shawn’s voice flows through.
You sigh, knowing what this call was gonna be, cursing yourself for believing his promise this morning.
“Hey,” You sigh, unlocking your car but leaning against it for the bad news. “Not coming over?”
You hear a gasp from his end, and then him clearing his throat. “Um, I was calling to see if you wanted to make dinner or go out?”
“Oh!”
“Did you really think I was calling to cancel?” He whispers.
“Studies go to show-”
“Okay Bookworm, well let me show the studies that I am coming over, without any work, and I’ll be staying the whole night.”
You giggle at his defense game. “Okay, okay I’m sorry.”
“Dinner? Am I picking something up? Am I making you something? Are we meeting somewhere?”
“Can you just pick something up? I literally had the longest day, and I just wanna snuggle.”
“Okay, so a plate; orange chicken, teriyaki chicken, and fried rice with cream cheese ran goons?”
“I fucking love you.”
He chuckles, “I love you too Honey, I’ll see you at home with your food and a medium Coke.”
“You literally are perfect.”
“Goodbye,” He calls, laughing as you sigh.
**
The TV played softly as background noise to your cuddle session. It wasn’t often that you felt like you had time with Shawn like this. He rarely promised time without work, and you took advantage when he did.
The last few times he’s promised that he’d be yours for the night he’s gotten called in, or never even made it out of the office long enough to feed himself. You’re slowly started to become accustomed to being stood up, half the time you barely even get ready knowing that the dreaded text is bound to come through.
You shift a little against his chest, cuddling closer and humming as you look up. But you pull back a bit when you notice that his face is illuminated by his phone, and his free hand is typing away at his email, letters flying across the screen at a rapid pace going to prove how much he is on his phone.
You sigh, and roll your eyes discreetly as you pull away from him. He notices you leaving quickly, the arm that’s wrapped around you curling tighter so you can’t get away.
“What are you doing?” He mumbles dropping a kiss to the top of your head, eyes never once leaving his phone.
“You said no work.”
“I know, but I have to read this.” He answers, pointing with his chin to the device in his hand.
“It can’t wait till morning? It’s the first night we’ve had together in almost two weeks.” You sit up, turning to look at him.
He glances at you and then back at his phone as it buzzes with four new emails. You slump, blinking at him tiredly.
“Babe it’s just a few emails, and we’re watching a movie we’ve already seen. I’m not missing anything.”
You shake your head at his reasoning, as if spending time with you wasn’t even on his radar at all, he’s not missing anything new so what’s the harm?
“Fine.” You sigh, sitting back against the couch.
He clicks his phone off with a huff, “Don’t be like that.”
“I’m gonna get ready for bed.” You say as he starts to turn towards you. You stand from the couch quickly, walking off to your bedroom to start your routine before he can suck you in with his puppy eyes.
He joins you in the bathroom a few minutes later, after he’s locked up your place and turned the lights off.
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into your shoulder as he hugs you from behind, watching you take your makeup off. You give him a glare in return to his comment, letting him know that trying to sweet talk you isn’t gonna help. “Don’t be mad, it was just one email.”
You scoff, “It’s not just one email, we both know that you’ll stay up to answer the rest and draft up even more.”
“I wait until you’re asleep though.” He points out.
“That’s not my point.” You whisper, tired of having the same conversation every night.
“You say that every time and then never elaborate what your actual point is, so can we get to that part already?”
“My point or question I guess is if I’ll ever come first?” You shrug, looking up at him.
His heart just about breaks when he sees your bottom lip quiver. He never ever wanted to make you feel like the work comes before you, it’s just so much is weighing on his shoulders right now, and it’s become easy for him to just know that you’re there even when he’s not and he’s taken that for granted.
“You do come first.”
“I don’t,” You shake your head, “We can’t even watch a movie with you checking work.”
He watches you turn and walk out of the bathroom, crawling into bed. You let out a deep shuddering breath as you relax with your back facing the side he usually lays on.
Biting his lip he flips the light off, following you to bed.
“Might as well go get yourself set up at the dining room table, or just go ahead and sneak out to go back to your place now. No point in staying.”
His eyes snap to you, his chest tightening, guilt panging as he realizes just how much you know what he does while you’re in bed. He didn’t think you knew about the night that he needed to be in his office to get something done, so he made your place look like he had left early in the morning and not at 11:47 pm.
He curses himself at what he’s done to make you feel this way.
“No Baby,” He slips under the covers, arms wrapping around you and pulling you flush against his chest. “I’m right here.”
He lets the sound of your deep breathing and scent of your mint and rosemary shampoo soothe him into the most peaceful sleep he’s had in a long time. He finally allows his overactive brain to slow for a minute, and for his body to relax against yours.
That night, he dreams of his forever with you.
**
Shawn was already in the conference room when you arrived at the office, Jackie meeting you at the door offering to take your jacket and a beverage of your liking.
You decline, to both, pointing to where you thought Shawn was, smiling at the confirmation nod she gives you in return.
You walk down the hall, holding your notebook of homework and ideas. You knock, slowly entering the room and smiling at Shawn, who’s head whips up from his papers.
“Hey!” He greets, standing up to welcome you in. He leans in for a quick hug, pecking your lips as he pulls away. “I’m professional I promise, but you’re my girl and deserve a hug and a kiss hello.”
You giggle, shaking your head at his antics. He pulls your chair out, the one next to his, and helps scoot you in after you’ve taken your seat.
“Okay, well let’s jump right into business.” He starts, flipping through his pages of notes as you do the same. “What to do you have there?” He points to your notebook.
“My notes?”
He chuckles, “I know they’re your notes, but what are the notes?”
“Oh,” You clear your throat, “Um well, these would be my terms and conditions.” You slide your notebook over, letting him read through it.
It’s impressive, how much thought you’ve put into every single detail.
In the end it’s decided that Shawn will invest with a 15% stake, and with his connections and his company itself now partnering with yours it’s well more of a deal for you than for him.
Next steps are to get the balls rolling with what your plans are. A website that allows your customers to order online, a cafe, and a whole store remodel. It was scary, especially because you really don’t want a whole lot to change, but it’s what needs to happen to be successful.
“Pizza or pasta?” Shawn asks as he starts to pack his briefcase up.
You stare at your notes, and the copy of the contract you both just signed. It’s like your frozen. This amazing guy was investing in your company, out of the love from his heart. This literally does nothing for him but give you the room to grow.
“Hey?” He sits back down, hand landing on your thigh. “Are you having second thoughts?”
You look at him with watery eyes.
“Baby if you’re having second thoughts then rip up the contract, we’ll-”
You quickly press your lips to his, shutting him and his anxious mind up for a moment.
“Not having second thoughts, just needing to take a moment to let this all settle in.”
“Okay,” He nods, pulling on your hand to have you stand up so he can hold you.
“I’m not gonna disappoint him anymore.” You whisper into his chest.
“Who?”
“Pa.”
Shawn sighs, kissing the top of your head, “You never disappointed him. I promise you that.”
**
“Hey Babe!” Shawn’s voice floats through the phone.
“Hey Honey.” You answer, clicking him to speaker as you box up some more books to prepare for demo day.
“So I’ve been looking into the perspective of revenue, and it might be time to start looking into some help.”
“Help?”
“Like some other workers.” He clarifies.
“Oh! I am, I have plans to meet with Lauren about the cafe this week.”
“That’s great Baby, but I’m meaning with you at the shop, not in the cafe.”
“Oh um, I don’t kn-”
“I emailed you the spreadsheet of the projected sales, take a look at it and let me know what you think okay? Just think about it? I have a meeting I needed to be in like 5 minutes ago,” He chuckles, “CEO duties. But I wanted to bring this to your attention. Anyway, I love you, I’ll see you for dinner.” He makes a dramatic kissing sound into the speaker and then hangs up before you can even think of responding.
**
The sledgehammer was a lot heavier than you were expecting now that you’re standing in front of a bare wall with a bunch of workers and your boyfriend staring at you.
You take a deep breath, take a step back, and let your years of softball takeover and swing for the fences. The wall splinters under the pressure and breaks, leaving a big hole in it’s trace.
“You did it!” Shawn cheers, running over to take the dangerous object away from you before you or anyone else got hurt.
“Holy shit, it’s real now.” You laugh as the rest of the crew then starts knocking the wall down. “That was so fun, holy shit!”
“It was really hot too.” Shawn smirks, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Oh my god, go away.” You push at his chest lightly.
“Hold up!” One of the workers calls, stopping everyone from there work and pulling something from the wall.
“Is something wrong?” Shawn asks, tucking you behind him.
“I found this,” He hands Shawn the note.
Shawn opens the note, coughing when the dust and debris flies around him.
“Oh Babe.” He sighs, turning to show you.
You gasp at the handwriting alone, yanking the note from Shawn’s hands and holding it close to your chest. The watery tears in your eyes as you look up at Shawn have him almost melting to the ground and vowing to protect you from everything.
“I’m gonna go-” You jerk your thumb over your shoulder to the door, indicating that you wanted privacy while reading this note.
Shawn nodded in understanding, turning to have everyone get back to work and talk some more with the contractor about the plumbing.
He really wanted to give you some time, really wanted to respect that you needed it. But damn it you were almost crying when you walked out the door, and staring at you from the window he can tell that you are crying now.
“Fuck it,” He mutters, stepping outside.
He slides up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.
“Are you okay?” He whispers into your ear.
“Yeah.” You nod, wiping your cheek. “Yeah, I needed this.” You unfold the letter so he can see.
It’s about time, this place needs the updates!
I knew you had dreams for this place Pumpkin!
Love Pa.
“Wait, he wrote that for you!” Shawn gasps softly. “How old were you when he redid the place?”
“I was three when he broke down the barrier wall and put in the new one,” You whimper.
“He knew all along this would be your legacy.” Shawn squeezes you closer.
“I was really struggling today with this decision, because I didn’t know if he would approve or not. But this was exactly what I needed to know I made the right choice.”
“Yeah?” Shawn asks.
“Yeah, you were the right choice. Pa would have loved you.” You turn and kiss his shoulder.
“You think?”
“I know he would have. Pa was particularly protective. You seem to have that same nature.” You grin. “I can just hear what he would say about you, and to you.”
“What would he say?”
“Well he’d sit me down and go, ‘that’s a good boy you got there, he treats you right and respects you. But if you got any troubles or doubts you let your Pa know, he’ll take care of it.’ Even though your friendship would be so tight he would side with you instead of me.” You giggle.
Shawn smiles, kissing your neck before sighing. “I wish I could have met him.”
“Can I ask you something?” You turn to face him now.
“Anything.”
“Would you like to?”
“Like to what?” Shawn’s brows furrow.
“Like to meet him?” You ask again. “Would you like to go to his grave with me?”
Shawn’s smile literally touches, ear to ear, and he squeals a little as he picks you up and spins you around.
“I’d love to.”
**
Lauren has been your best friend since you both started working at the local girls clothing store in high school. She’s a few years older than you and really was the person who showed you the love of running a store. She got you into the management aspect of the job and taught you everything you know.
She’s a big reason as to why you were so comfortable and willing to take over the bookstore for Pa when he passed away.
When you both left the clothing store she went off to become an assistant manager at Lou’s Coffee House just outside of town. She then went on to meet Connor there, and the story goes on to how she set you up with Shawn.
“So I have some news!” You squeal as Lauren sets her coffee mug down in front of her.
You’re out to breakfast for your weekly meetup at your usual diner.
“Are you pregnant?” She asks.
“No!”
“Engaged?”
“Oh my god, no.”
“Okay then…?”
“So I’m remodeling the store.” You grin as her eyes go wide. “And I bought the toy shop next door.”
“Whoa!” She shares your excitement but then comes back to reality. “Wait, weren’t you like just closed for a week because you couldn’t afford the electric bill?”
“So about that, I, I um, I might have gone through with Shawn’s investment plan.”
“Finally.” She sighs.
“We worked through the details, sat down and had a meeting and everything.”
“Sounds very Fifty Shades here.”
“Oh my god shut up,” You blush and shake your head, no realizing that it kind of did.
“Okay,” She laughs. “So why buy the toy shop?”
“How much do you like your job?”
“Working as an assistant manager? Where I can’t make my own decisions? Where I have to get them okay’d first? It sucks, but it’s a job.”
“Wanna manage your own cafe?” You ask with a big smile.
“Excuse me?”
“I bought the toy shop to knock the dividing wall down and add a cafe.”
You’ve never seen her eyes so wide. “You’re joking?”
“And I bought it so you could run it.”
“You’re joking?!?” Her voice is starting to rise.
“Is that a yes?”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re you? You’re the best Lo, let’s be honest with ourselves.”
“I’d be in charge? Can do my own ideas?”
“Well Shawn and I have drawn up some ground rules since it’s mainly his name on it, but yeah there’s no one we’d want or trust more.”
**
Days got tough, times get hard, and people grow tired. It’s life, it’s what happens. Today was one of those days for you.
While finding Pa’s note helped, and the excitement of starting a new was distracting, you still struggled with the result that has come of you owning the shop.
It was hard to admit you needed help, and it was harder to receive it from Shawn. It was terrifying to give up some of the reign to him as well. So with his newest idea, comes your patience lost.
“You don’t get to do this.” You shake your head, putting the plates away in the cabinet and slamming the cabinet door shut in your frustration.
“You’re gonna need the help.”
“I don’t need help!”
“I’m not saying you can’t do it. I’m not saying that. I’m saying that at least one other person is going to make it easier for you. You’re gonna run yourself into the ground doing it by yourself.”
“We’ve agreed on cafe staff.” You cross your arms.
“Yes we have, but we’re not talking about the cafe. We’re talking about the shop. One other person, that’s all I’m saying. One more set of hands with you behind the counter. You’re gonna want it, gonna need it.”
“It’s my store Shawn, I can do it! This part of it is all I have left!”
“I’m not taking that away!” He raises his voice to your level. “I’m trying to give you some help here!”
“This!” You turn back to the sink. “This is why I didn’t want to do this! I knew this is how it’d turn out. You’d be Mr. Mendes, Mr. Know-it-All, and tell me how to run the store. My store!” You toss the dish towel on the counter, turning back to him. “Guess what Shawn, you’re not there. You never have been, you never will be. You don’t care enough to be there, and because of that you’re not allowed to care about who is.”
His condo is silent as your words settle. He blinks at you, face blank of an expression and your heavy breaths slow as you watch him turn and walk away from you.
“Shawn?”
He doesn’t answer, he just picks up his keys from the corner counter and walks right out the front door, leaving the slam of it to echo in your head.
**
He didn’t come home, he knew he should have and that he’d given you both enough time to cool down. But he didn’t come home.
Instead he hid away in the safezone that has become his office, his second home. He was too wired to go back and go to bed, but he was too drained to keep driving around all night, so he ended up here, checking emails and stewing over your words.
You were right, he never did spend any time with you at the store. And it wasn’t in his schedule to start doing so after the remodel. The store was so important to you, and it was so minimalistic to him that he couldn’t see how much it would mean to actually stop and enjoy the space with you.
He’s been fighting his own battle all night with how guilty and shitty he feels for walking through the doors of Cornered Pages and changing everything, flipping your whole world on its side, without actually thinking about how this truly is affecting you deep inside.
It was close to 5:30 am when he dozed off. Chin in his hand, elbow propped up on his desk. The sun had just started to rise, and he could hear Jackie out at her desk.
But it was 8:45 am when you stormed in. The banging of his office door against the wall startling him awake. His jump knocking over the framed photograph of you and him from your last anniversary.
He looks around quickly, looking for what woke him in such a way, but everything stops when his eyes land on you. Your hair was unkempt, you wore his old Harvard hoodie and some grey sweats. Eyes rimmed red with tears.
“Baby?” He cleared his throat, blinking a few times to wake himself up. “What’s wrong?”
“I need you, to come home.” Your voice shakes as you speak.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” He keeps asking, afraid something bad happened.
“Come home.” Your bottom lip quivers as he stands to come to you.
“What’s wrong? Baby what happened?”
“You didn’t come home!”
He wraps you up in his arms, kissing the top of your messy hair and breathing you in.
“You don’t just get to not come home Shawn.”
“Okay, okay.” He nods, feeling you start to relax. “Let’s go home.”
“You don’t get to not come home.” You repeat, some panic still coursing through you.
��You’re okay, I’m right here. Let’s go home.”
“I thought you were leaving, you can’t not come home.”
Your words are like a knife through his heart, he can’t handle the thought of you sitting in his home thinking he wasn’t ever gonna come back to you.
“Never, I’m never leaving you. I won’t do it again, I promise. Take me home.”
Jackie watches with concerned eyes as you both stagger out of his office, Shawn mumbling to cancel his meetings, that he needed a personal day. She didn’t ask questions, she just nodded and bidded you both safe travels back home.
Once seated in the car to go home the only thing you say is “You don’t just get to not come home.”
**
This is it, months of work, weeks of stress, days of insecurities, hours of arguing, and minutes of excitement has lead to this.
The shop was finally complete, and today was the reopening. You were nervous, the new keys sit in your hand as Shawn, Aaliyah who’s been hired to work in the shop with you, and Lauren your best friend who’s gonna manage the Cafe stand beside you as you unlock the door.
Shawn grins, pulling the new outdoor easel sign out from the entrance of the store and positioning it right out front showing that it was a ‘Grand Re-Opening!’.
“Li, can you count the register? Do you remember how I showed you?”
“Can you just watch to make sure I do it right? I think I remember, but I don’t want to mess it up.” She nervously giggles, walking with you to the counter to count the register to properly open the store.
Shawn and Lauren open up the cafe entrance, and you can see Shawn bouncing on his toes as he watches you and Aaliyah through the glass walls that divide the store from the cafe.
“Got it?” You turn to her with a smile, she nods proudly closing the register and slipping the receipt into the little accordion file you keep in a compartment under the drawer.
“Yep!”
“Perfect, now I think your brother wants to be the first dollar we earn from the cafe, so let’s go join him before we get to work.” You giggle leading her to the cafe.
“There you are! Get it taken care of?” He asks looking at Aaliyah, eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Yep! I did it all by myself and everything.” Her sarcasm drips heavily as she answers.
“Okay, what can I buy you for a celebratory drink?”
“Okay, so I have a medium black coffee for Shawn, a medium white chocolate mocha blended for Liyah, and a iced peppermint mocha, large, for the lovely owner.” Lauren sets three cups down, knowing everyone’s order before any of you have to tell her.
“And a iced vanilla cold brew, medium, added to his tab.” You give her a look eyeing her drink behind her on the counter.
“I was gonna-”
“Nope add it to his tab, I think he can handle it.” You pat Shawn’s shoulder, grinning when he nods, swipes his card and leaves a hefty tip.
“We just had our first sale!” Lauren cheers when his charge goes through.
You laugh at her excitement and lean into Shawn’s side, sighing as you let the day sink it. He leans down to kiss the top of your head and thread his fingers through yours.
It’s so weird to see him on a Monday, jeans and white t shirt instead of his slacks and a button down. He’s taken the day off to be here for the store launch, and work with you guys on the floor.
“Okay!” He claps his hands together. “Let’s get to work! What’s first?”
**
This is the slowest it’s been all day, there’s been a line practically out the door, and you’re thanking your lucky stars that Shawn wanted to be here today to help. He’s been helping people find books, or the right aisles for certain genres, he’s greeted every person that walks in the door, and talks up the cafe for those who don’t have a drink already.
You and Aaliyah are practically trapped behind the counter, not having a chance to even look to the other, that’s how many people are in line.
You’re ringing up Mrs. Cooper, gift wrapping a few books for her grand kids birthdays. “Caleb is just going to love that Harry Potter box set you had. His mother said he’s been looking for that since Christmas, and Katie has been non stop talking about that new Julie Cross book.”
“We just got that book in this morning, it came with my new shipment.” You nod, tying a ribbon around the box set. “I can’t wait to read it, the Juniper Falls series is one of my favorites.”
“Katie will be so excited.” Mrs. Cooper smiles, handing you the bills to pay for the books. You smile as you ring her up.
“Mrs. Cooper would you like to sign up for a our new rewards program? All you have to do is put in an email or phone number and we’ll track your points that way, with every dollar you earn a point. Every 100 points you get a free book or drink on us.”
“I’d love to, I’m gonna be in enough to make it worth my while.”
“Perfect!” You smile, clicking over to the page to sign her up. “While I get you signed up I’ll have Shawn take your things to your car.”
“Oh thank you Honey.” She smiles, watching you wave Shawn over.
“Hey Gorgeous,” He grins, kissing the side of your head and looking at the screen. “Need help with something?”
“Yeah can you carry Mrs. Coopers books to her car? I’m gonna get her signed up for the rewards program real quick.”
You watch Shawn’s eyes drift from you to the counter where two bags of books sit in front of Mrs. Cooper and her walker.
“Of course, where are you parked?” He asks taking the bags with a big smile.
“Right up front in the handicap parking Son, my husbands in the car waiting.”
“Perfect, I’ll be right back.” Shawn nods, winking at you before he walks away.
You get Mrs. Cooper signed up, ring up a few more people to finish off the line, and then look around at the mostly empty store to see how it looks after that rush.
It’s not too bad, but you notice it needs serious recovery and some filling of shelves. When you turn to start talking to Aaliyah to notice that she’s not standing at her spot behind the counter, but coming out of the back storage room with a cart of books, asking a few people if they’re finding everything okay.
You smile, knowing that Aaliyah was a perfect fit for your store, and everyone was loving her.
You take this quick chance to run over to the cafe and check in with Lauren, and see how she’s doing. The cafe is bustling with people, every table is full and all the chairs in the little nook are occupied with reading teens.
“Hey!” You cheer as you walk behind the counter to talk with Lauren.
She pats Becca, her extra set of hands, on the shoulder to let her know that she’s coming to talk to you.
“Hey Bigshot.”
You roll your eyes at the name, Lauren’s been calling you that since you told her about the remodel and asked her to be the cafe’s lead manager.
“How’s it going over here?” You ask, leaning against the wall, getting a glimpse of Shawn over her shoulder.
He’s talking to a group of men in suits, and you assume they must be his work colleagues.
“It’s going really good, Becca and I are working really well around each other. She’s so sweet and amazing that I’ve practically had her at register all day because she’s selling treats and the cafe card like crazy.”
“Oh yay! I’m so glad!” You nod, smiling at Lauren and then letting your eyes travel back to Shawn. “Do you know those guys?” You ask her, nodding to the guys who just made Shawn’s smile drop to a frown in less than a second.
“Oh I don’t know, they ordered a few minutes ago, kept whispering to each other and laughing as they looked around.” She shrugs, “Seems like Shawn knows them.”
“Yeah will you give me a second?” You ask, walking past her and over to Shawn. “Hey,” You lay a hand on his back, standing beside him as all three of the guys look down to you.
“Hey,” Shawn mumbles, letting his arm uncross from in front of his chest and wrap around you. “This is Tate, Blake and Zach.” He points to each of the guys.
“You must be the famous girlfriend?” Blake says with a teasing smile.
You squint at him as you try to figure out their game here, “Yeah, and you are?”
The boys look to Shawn in shock, “Um, we work at Mendes Printing.” Zach answers.
“They’re in charge of the orders and deliveries.” Shawn says looking to you.
“So, this place is, is something huh?” Tate acknowledges. “You must be so happy to have someone like Shawn who can just dump some change to those in need.”
Shawn stands up straight, jaw clamped shut. You watch as Blake and Zach snicker, looking at each other like they’re the funniest guys in the world.
“I’m lucky to have a supportive boyfriend who believes in my dreams and will help me accomplish them.” You fire back. “And you’re lucky to have such a wonderful man as a boss, who lets you take a break at what?” You pick up Shawn’s wrist to read his watch, “At 2:37 pm.”
All three boys deadpan as you give them a small smile. “We’re on our way to a meeting.” They stammer out.
“Well I’m so glad you are willing to be late to a meeting just to see our new cafe, did you sign up for the new cafe card? With every 10 purchases you get the 11th free. You can sign up while you wait for the drinks you’ve ordered.”
Shawn squeezes your hip, grinning as he kisses the top of your head.
“We’ve got to be headed back to the store, but it was nice to meet you, can’t wait to hear your stellar reviews of the drinks. Lauren’s the best barista in town.”
Shawn steers you away from the boys, smirking into your hair as he holds you close. “They didn’t mean any harm.”
“They practically said that you’re my sugar daddy and bought me my own store.”
“And we both know that isn’t true, you barely let me buy you dinner.”
“You deserved to be spoiled too, so no I’m not about to let you pay for everything just because you can. I can too.”
“I love you, you know that right?”
“I love you too.” You look up at him with a pout. His smile and blushing cheeks has you biting your lip, trying to stay professional in your business. “I really wanna kiss you.” You mumble as you turn away to help Aaliyah fill shelves.
“Oof the things I wanna do to you to celebrate the success of your store? Just wait until we get home Miss. CEO.” Shawn pinches your ass before walking away, tossing a wink your way as your jaw drops.
**
A week into the relaunch and things finally seem to settle back into the normal you’re used too. Wednesdays are always your slowest days, and while it’s not always good for business you take advantage of the free time to get some remerching done.
That’s what you’re up to this morning. You had a dream last night about what the store would look like if you redesigned the front wall and added some of the new signs Shawn’s company just dropped off the other day.
That’s why books are stacked in piles around the front of the store and shelves and knife brackets are scattered in empty spaces as you try plan out how you want it to look like. You’ve counted up 17 notches and slide a knife bracket in place, repeating on the next section. You use your right foot to help hoist the shelf up high enough to set on top of the brackets, but right as you go to lift the door opens, bell startling you and you drop the shelf.
The loud clang and yelp from you is enough to catch Mrs. Cooper’s attention as she walks into the store, eyes wide as she notices you hunched over in pain.
“Oh, Honey are you okay?” She tries to get to you as fast as she can, but with the piles you’ve set down for the time being her walker can’t get to you.
“I’m okay,” You wave her off, trying to play it cool as your foot throbs. “How are you this morning?” You clench your jaw, fisting your jeans to help hold off your scream of pain.
“Dear are you sure you’re okay? You dropped that shelf right on your foot. Where’s that boy who was here the last time I was in, he should be helping. Lord knows he’s got those muscles for a reason.”
“He’s actually just an investor, and well my boyfriend, but he’s got his own company to work for. That was just a one time thing, him working here.” You correct her.
“Is there anyone else here?”
“Not yet, but I’m okay I promise.” You stand up straight, hiding your pain behind a fake smile, to prove you’re alright and don’t need help.
“If you say so, I’m just in to get another one of those Juny Pond books or whatever that series was.”
“Juniper Falls?” You smile, trying to hide your limp as you make your way to your Young Adult sports section. “Which one are you looking for?”
Mrs. Cooper starts to tell you all about how Katie, her granddaughter fell in love with the new book she got her at the re opening, and how she wants more. You soon figure out that Katie has read all three books from the series so you go on to suggest the baseball book that Julie Cross has published that is just as good, and if not your favorite.
But as you talk with Mrs. Cooper Lauren comes in a little early, quickly notices that bare wall and everything a little disorganized up front. When she finds you two she immediately can tell something is wrong with you, and that you’re very uncomfortable.
Usually you’ll talk all day with Mrs. Cooper, but you seem to hurry her a little today and you’re limping in just the slightest bit. The second Mrs. Cooper is out the door to her husband you drop to the floor, letting out a long “owww”
“What happened Doll?” She asks, crouching beside you.
“I was rebuilding the front wall, all in my head and in my zone. The second I lifted the shelf to put it up Mrs. Cooper walked and the bell went off scaring the bejesus out of me and I dropped the damn thing on my foot.”
“Well you’re walking on it so it’s not broken.”
You slip your shoe and sock off, cringing at the deep purple and blue bruise that’s starting to form across your foot, the swelling already starting.
“Just severely bruised.” Lauren sighs.
“Will you help me finish the wall before you open the cafe? I promise to stay off it as much as I can but I can’t leave the front of the store like that.”
She agrees to help but makes you sit on the step stool while you tell her what to do and where to put things. In the end the wall looks really cool and the customers you have coming in after it’s built have nothing but compliments for it.
“Hey!” Aaliyah calls as she clocks in from the back.
“Hey Hon!” You smile as she comes out with a cheery smile, stopping when she spies you on the stool, you rarely sit.
“What’s up?”
“So, don’t tell your brother, but I got hurt today.”
“What? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine but, I might have dropped a shelf on my foot.”
“Oh my god,”
“She’s gonna sugar coat it but she can barely put pressure on her foot, so while I’m in the cafe make sure she’s being good and staying off it and icing it. Also because she’s limited to her chair she’s finally finished up the online order website and gotten all the merchandise in the website so that can launch soon!” Lauren interrupts you.
“Hey! I was gonna tell her that!” You glare at Lauren.
“Sorry, I got excited.”
“Why can’t I tell Shawn, he should know.” Aaliyah looks at you.
“He will.” You nod. “But I want to tell him later, he’ll freak out and blah blah blah.”
Aaliyah nods slowly, and you can see in her eyes, just like her brother, that she’s gonna do the exact thing you asked her not to do. So you mentally make a note that Shawn will be here in the next 15 minutes.
** 10 Minutes Later **
“Jackie, cancel it.” You hear Shawn say as the bell goes off indicating he’s just walked in the door.
“Sorry,” Aaliyah sighs when you look up at her. “He’d kill me if he knew I knew and didn’t say something.”
“It’s okay,” You smile at her. “I know I said I wanted to tell him later, but I’m glad he’s here. So thank you.”
“Emergency.” He hums as he looks around frantically for you, stopping when he sees you seated behind the counter. “Okay I will, thanks Jackie.” With that he hangs up the phone, walking right behind the counter and taking your face into his hands, eyes inspecting yours. “Which foot?”
“Right.”
“Level?”
“8.” You answer softly.
“Reason why you didn’t call?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I wanted to push through?”
“Try again.” He hums, crouching down to take your shoe off so he can see.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” You slump, telling the truth. “I promise I’m okay.”
“And what were you doing?” He asks as he softly caresses your foot, being careful not to touch too rough.
“I was building the front wall.”
He looks up at you, blinks, then turns his head to look at the wall noticing that what you’ve done is actually much cooler and seems to be attracting a lot of attention from bystanders outside.
“How’d you drop it?”
“The bell scared me when Mrs. Cooper walked in and I dropped it.” Your bottom lip pushes out at how lame your story is.
He shakes his head, letting a breath out as he tries not to laugh a little. “You kill me, you know that? How hard would it have been to wait to do that with Liyah here, or Lauren, or me?”
“You?” Your eyebrows scrunch.
“If you would have called I would have come to help.”
“But-”
“We talked about this,” He shakes his head, “We’re in this together right? You chose me to be apart of this with you? Then let me be apart of it. I know I can’t be here everyday, but I can be here to help if you need me to be. Building walls, or new displays that involve heavy lifting is something I can be here for. You just have to tell me.”
You nod, letting his fingers twine with yours on your thighs.
“Okay, next time I’ll call.”
“Thank you, that’s all I’m asking for.” He looks back down at your foot and bites his lip. “Level 8?”
You nod, showing off that you can wiggle your toes a bit but that’s about it.
“Can I take you home?” He whispers, hands sliding to the back of your calves, rubbing little circles with his thumbs.
“Can we stay till close? It’s just a two more hours? You can help me with inventory for the website launch.”
“Of course,” He smiles, jumping up to pull the other stool closer to sit with you and work on the website.
**
Shawn sets you down on the bed, convinced that you shouldn’t be putting any weight on your foot. He happily took on the roll of your right hand man, carrying your everywhere, bringing you things, spoiling you in many kisses.
“So,” He says, digging through his drawer to find you a shirt to wear. “I had a phone meeting with Horan Publishing today.” He smiles as he pulls out his Eddie Vedder, his favorite to see you in.
“Oh?” You hum as you take the shirt from his hands.
“Yeah, he wanted to discuss maybe partnering with us.” Shawn grunts as he starts to change his own clothes.
“With us?” You deadpan, looking up at him.
Shawn looks over his shoulder at the sound of your question, stopping his actions to turn and look at you.
“Yeah.”
“Us? I’m-”
“He publishes books,” Shawn grins, “We sell books.”
You nod dumbly, still confused that someone wants to partner.
“He was wondering if we might be interested in sponsoring a few of his new authors, maybe give them a shelf or two, the room to do a signing.”
“He wants to do that with us?”
“Yes,” Shawn laughs at your skepticism, “He’s an old friend but said he’s noticing the rapid success of your store and thought that maybe if he partnered with us the younger audience that your store draws might help kickstart a fanbase.”
You just blink at him.
“I’ll go over all the paperwork he sent over, but I think it’s a good deal, he’d be sponsoring us much the same we’d do for him.”
“If you think it’s a good deal then fucking do it, I trust you more than my own opinions here.”
Shawn grins, shaking his head, crawling towards you on the bed to plant a steamy kiss to your lips. “You’re so fucking cute,” He murmurs against your lips.
**
A month later your store is filled with a line out the door and wrapped around the building for the first book signing you’ll sponsor.
Niall is here, planted firmly in the cafe corner, laptop open, charger plugged into the wall to make sure he’s not gonna crash as he works through the signing.
Shawn’s here to support, ready to help in anyway he can. But the more you watch from a distance behind the counter the more you’re wishing he wasn’t here.
He’s getting quite close to the author.
She’s gorgeous, long brown hair, brown sparkly eyes, perfect eyebrows and cheekbones. She is an incredible author, and honestly you’ve become a big fan after reading the first copies of a few of her books that Niall sent over last week. But the more she’s making eyes at Shawn, touching his arm, and laughing at everything he has to say has her leaving a sour taste in your mouth.
But slowly your becoming hurt with the way he’s not pushing her off, and how he keeps stepping just a little closer.
You take a deep breath, turning to look at Aaliyah and seeing that she’s struggling a little with keeping up with the line of book hungry teens.
You decide that you don’t have time to stand and watch your perfect boyfriend flirt with the perfect girl in front of him, you’ve got work to do. So, you roll up your sleeves slip behind Aaliyah to get to the other register and start ringing up the next customer.
The store is crazy destroyed by the time you closed. Aaliyah was feeling stressed and little under the weather when you locked the doors to start the closing process, so you sent her home promising that you could handle it on your own.
Shawn had tried to kiss you goodbye, after walking Hailee, the author, to her car and giving her a big hug before she got in. You turned your head so he had to kiss your cheek, and then stalked off to start cleaning before he had the chance to ask what was up.
He leaves hesitantly, guiding Aaliyah through the door to take her home, but watches you from the windows, noticing the deep frown on your face and the way your shoulders are slumped as you start to count the registers.
“Was she like that all day?” He asks his sister, pointing at you once they’re both seated in the car.
“What?” Aaliyah looks up, and the sees what he’s pointing at. “Oh, um, she was fine this morning, really excited. But like as the day went on it was like something was constantly bugging her and bringing her mood down. I tried to talk to her about it but she just kept saying ‘I’ve got work to do, no time to waste on dumb things’.”
Shawn’s brows furrow and he watches you for a minute before driving away to drop Aaliyah off.
By the time he makes it back to help and pick you up his poor thumb nail is practically non existent, he wants to know what’s wrong and got you feeling down.
He knocks at the door, peaking through the window so you can see him to let him in. You turn and look over your shoulder with wide eyes and then they soften a bit when you recognize him.
You scramble for your keys and unlock the door, “What are you doing here?”
His eyes narrow on you in confusion, “I’m here to help, and take you back home?”
“Oh,” You look back at the cafe where Lauren was cleaning up. You had told her about Shawn and Hailee and how they had acted all day, and she offered to give you a ride home since you rode in with Shawn. “Lauren was gonna drive me.”
Shawn looks over your shoulder to Lauren, catching her glare, his heart beat picking up a bit.
“But I thought you were staying over?”
“I think I’m just gonna go back to mine, I’m really tired and just wanna sleep.”
“And what did you think you’d being doing at mine? Going to Vegas and staying up all night. I’m tired too, I just wanna go to bed with you.” He lowers his voice and reaching for your hand, but gasping a bit when you don’t let him hold it. “What’s wrong?”
You sigh, shaking your head as your turn to fix the front table display.
“Hey.” He grabs your wrist, turning to you back to him. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid.”
He eyes you, knowing that you need some time before you really start to talk to him about what’s going on in your head. So he nods, “Well I’m here when you’re ready okay? I saw you got a few shipments in the back? Can I help move and unbox them for you?”
“Sure.” You shrug, going back to your work and trying to not let his cute little puppy look break you down.
So for the next hour, after Lauren leaves once you tell her that you can handle Shawn, it’s just the two of you. Shawn’s back and forth from the back to the front bringing out more books. But every time you go to start cleaning something else there’s a random book sitting in front of you.
The first time it’s ‘Beautiful Boss’ by Christina Lauren, and you look around confused why a romance novel would be in the Syfy section.
The second time it’s ‘P.S. I Still Love You.’ by Jenny Han, and you roll your eyes since it’s a Young Adult in the Cooking shelf.
The third time is after you’ve corrected Shawn on how he set something up, and you were a little harsh with how you told him. You giggle a little when you see ‘Disarm’ with a sticky note under the title that says ‘Please, I’m still learning.’
You look at him while he’s focusing on getting the sign just right, small pout on your lips at how hard he’s trying for you.
The final time you notice a book it’s ‘Lucky in Love’ with another sticky note that says ‘with you!!’.
You sigh, smiling as you look up at him. He’s watching you over a bookshelf, his height allowing him to spy.
“Stop being cute when I’m mad at you.” You whine, making him grin and rush around the shelf to you.
“Why are you mad?” He asks softly, setting the books he was holding down.
“I don’t know, why don’t you go ask Hailee.”
His eyes go wide and he sighs, “Oh Honey.”
“Don’t ‘Honey’ me, you seemed more interested in what she had to say than me.”
“That’s not true.”
“You know what,” You sigh, knowing that you sound ridiculous, “I think I’m just gonna go over to Lauren’s.”
“No, you’re not.” Shawn blocks your path to the counter.
“I’m not in the mood to fight.”
His eyes bug a little, “I didn’t realize we were fighting.”
“Shawn,” You sigh, looking up at him with hurt eyes.
“Baby,” He whines, wrapping his arms around you. “What’s really the matter?”
You take a deep breathe, “The real matter is that I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“I’m scared that one of these days you’re gonna meet someone like Hailee, who’s got her life figured out and is perfect and looks perfect, and you’re gonna realize that you need to be with someone like that and not someone like me. That you want someone who can challenge you, and be up to the standards that you live. Someone who isn’t prone to failing and needing you to bail her out of her life.”
Shawn’s heart drops when he hears you speak this way. He was absolutely in love with you, and he couldn’t stand the fact that you felt like he was bailing you out.
“Hey,” He tilts your chin up since your looking at his chest to avoid eye contact. “Listen to me okay?”
“Sure,” You sigh.
“No hey,” He dips his chin so you have to look him in the eye. “I’m in love with you. I’m in love with your passion, and opinions. I’m in love with the way your brain works, and the way you fight for what you want. I’m in love with the way that you don’t know what you want your life to be, because we’re fucking 21 years old, we shouldn’t have to know what our lives are. You think you don’t challenge me? You piss me off and frustrate me all the time because you make me think of things in a different way, you have different ideas to everything. And while I think one way you think another, and you’re always right. Always, so I love that side of you too, because it challenges me. Also, I really don’t care what you say, but you are perfect. You are my definition of perfect.”
“Shawn,” You whimper, looking up at him with tearful eyes.
“So no, you won’t be staying at Lauren’s because I’ve planned a late dinner and a romantic bubble bath to celebrate the first signing.”
You gape at him as he pulls you closer. Nuzzling into your neck, nosing right behind your ear.
“And we’re not allowed to just not come home, remember?”
**
Shawn wonders out of his room and down the hall to find you standing at his kitchen counter making coffee with a book in your hand. He can’t help himself but to stare for a moment. There you stand with your hair in messy bun, and his favorite nighty of yours hugging you tightly.
The tattoo on your hip teases him as you reach up onto your toes for your mug, but your eyes never leave your book, too entranced in the story to look away.
The fresh hickey on your neck flashes at him when he starts to move closer, taunting him to add more. He presses himself right behind you, reaching up for you to get your mug down.
“I love how you wear this when we fight,” He hums into your neck, planting a little wet kiss to your new purple temporary tattoo.
“It’s your favorite.” You whisper back. “And I’m sorry for insinuating the things I did.”
“Stop,” He hushes you, turning you so you’re facing him. “We did the apologies already.” He lifts you up onto the counter. “Had the make up sex.” He grins. “We’re good to go.”
“So you’re not in the mood for more make up sex?” You ask with a sly grin.
“How about some ‘you’re in my favorite negligee and I’m really in love with you’ sex?” He hoists you up, biting his lip as you wrap your legs around his waist, hands digging into his curls.
“That sounds so fucking perfect.” You moan as he sucks another bruise to your neck.
**
This time when he wakes up alone in bed he finds you in the little makeshift nook he made for you. The chair in the corner of his office big and comfy and you sink right into it.
“I’m gonna get you a house with a room line with shelves and a comfy spot for you to read in.” He sighs, flopping next to you on your chair, well it’s more of a loveseat, hand rested on your bare thigh, riding up his Sting t shirt you’re now wearing.
“Can your desk still be in the room with me? So you’re not too far away?”
“You can literally have anything you want.” He hums, taking your book from your hand, folding the corner on your page and setting it on the ground so he can lean you back and lay on you.
“Just you,” You whisper, leaning forward to kiss his nose. “Just want you.”
“Mmm, you have me.” He nods. “So let me spoil you.”
“You do.”
“So you’ll let me buy us a home? With a library ready to be filled with your favorite stories?”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“We practically already live together Babe, it’s just a juggle between your place and mine.”
“So why can’t we just move into here, the condo?”
He sighs, dropping his head to your chest and groaning, “Because the house I bought has a room lined with shelves, enough room for your chair or a couch, or both, whatever you want.”
“Shawn?”
“So can I give you the key now?”
“Does it have room for your desk?” You ask softly.
“Babe my office is conjoined to your library by french doors. You really think I can be away from you?”
“Really?” You let a small smile light up your features.
“And it’s got a kitchen island like you always talk about, and a room that can be made into a nursery at some point. The backyard is huge, plenty of room to build a treehouse.”
“You bought us a home?”
“I bought you a home.” He nods.
“Baby!” You sob, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into you. “You bought us a home!”
**
It’s early this Sunday morning, you and Shawn are walking around like the sleep deprived zombies you are.
This week has consisted of packing up your place, packing his place, moving to the new house in the neighborhood that’s exactly halfway from the store and the office, and unpacking.
Shawn through a little fit when you asked him to come with you this morning to the store to be there for the bookfair delivery, and to help you set it up for tomorrow. After you explained that you were a little nervous about how early the delivery was, and how the guy treated you the last time no one was convincing Shawn that he wasn’t going.
The back storage room is jam packed with boxes upon boxes, and displays for days.
The store was sponsoring the local elementary schools Book Fair, which is bringing in money for you and the attention from all the parents and teachers in tow.
You were standing in your new Young Adult section for the time being, replacing the John Green and making sure to have tons in backstock as well when Shawn came running by.
“Babe!”
“Yeah Honey,” You look up at his excited features.
“Check out the new printing.” He eyes the book he’s outstretched to you, ‘Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets’.
You’re a little confused because this copy looks pretty worn, the spine bent, pages creases, corners folded. “Okay?” You cautiously take the book, noticing it feels a little lighter than you were expecting. You flip open the cover and gasp at what you see.
There in the middle of all the pages, Shawn’s gone out and cut a square out of the middle of the book and placed a ring box inside.
“Oh wait,” He snaps, getting you to look up at him. “That’s my copy that I made after the night I met you and you told me that if someone ever proposed to you like this that you’d say yes times a million.” He grins as he sees the tears in your eyes.
He reaches inside and plucks the box from the book, dropping to his knee in front of you and popping the box open, revealing your dream ring. It’s a simple silver ring, cut to look like rope that meets in the middle to look like a knot.
“Shawn,” You gasp.
“Let me give you your happily ever after, the next part to your everlasting series, and the greatest epilogue to the best story ever. Baby will you marry me?”
**
It was finally the day, with the store and life changing between you and Shawn, you lost track of time since you’d asked him.
But today marks five years without Pa, and it was your tradition to have a picnic with him.
You sit between Shawn’s legs, back against his chest, head rested back on his shoulder as you trace the quote you had engraved on Pa’s tombstone.
‘Create your own happily ever after’.
Shawn kisses your neck as his hand sneaks around to rest on your small baby bump, hand just about as big as the bump itself.
“I did it Pa,” You whisper, smiling as you cuddle closer to Shawn, fiddling with your ring he’s wearing. “I made my own happily ever after.”
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Professional Matters
Chapter 2
I took a sigh of relief when I pulled into the parking lot of the studio. I was all the way on south side LA in a moderately sketchy area. I had never been to this studio but I knew it was notorious for west coast rappers. I glanced at the time on my console to see I was running a bit later than expected. After I got my work done for the day, I ended up falling asleep and having to rush home, change and head back out again.
I didn’t want to do too much so I decided on a white tee, black jeans and Yeezys. I pulled down the mirror compartment in my car and fixed my hair for the fourth time in the last 30 minutes. My chestnut hair was starting to get so long again even though it felt like I just got a haircut. I kind of didn’t know what to do with it, but honestly I look good with most styles so it doesn't bother me too much.
The bags under my eyes were a different story. My brown eyes were bright but I couldn’t deny how tired I was. Between all my obligations, things are getting very thin. But the money and progress I’m making is worth the bags though. After boosting my confidence for another moment, I closed the mirror, turned off my engine and climbed out my Lexus.
Walking into the building, I straightened out my clothes and adjusted my jewelry. I didn’t want to do too much so I decided on a white tee, black jeans, Yeezy’s and a couple gold chains. I know a lot of people in the industry feel the need to be flashy but I’m comfortable not having all that (yet).
I had to be buzzed in at the door and upon entrance, I gave the receptionist my name.
“Justin Bieber. For the 999 session?” The woman checked her computer. I didn’t realize my name would have to be on a list but I guess Juice really is blowing up. I’m proud.
“Yeah.”
“Alright they’re down the hall on the right to the very back. Studio 11. Make sure the recording light isn’t on before you go in.”
“Thank you, beautiful“ I smiled before setting off to the room. Even though the building looked a little rough from the outside, I was well kept and obviously historical. I couldn’t help but be in awe seeing all the signatures and pictures along the wall. From Biggie to Wayne, everyone had a picture up. I could be making history just by walking through here. As soon as I made it to door eleven, the recording light conveniently turned off. I wasn’t nervous but sometimes in this industry you just never know what to expect. With a sigh I did a quick double knock on the door before twisting the handle.
“Broooooo you made!” Juice exclaimed as soon as he saw me walk in. With a wobble and laugh, he passed the half naked girls in the studio to dap me up before pulling me into a hug.
“Fuck yeah bro. It's nice to see you too. Thank you for inviting me,” I shook his hand again and began to take in the room. It was a decent size studio space with really nice equipment that I would just die to work with. There were three couches on one side of the room and the recording booth on the opposite side.
Like last time, there was a lot of people in the studio. Though I recognized his manager, Max, and a couple of others from his team, everyone else in the room seemed to be friends and groupies. They laughed loudly while mixing and preparing their drugs, drinks and substances of choice. One girl with two red streaks in her gave me a wink before snorting two lines off a compact mirror.
“You want anything?” Juice asked as he started shuffling around.
“Nah bro. I might roll up but that’s it,” I turned down his offer causing a few of the girls to boo me. I rolled my eyes and redirected our attention. “So what you on today?”
“Bro honestly my homegirl came into LA today so this a chill session. She produces so we were just going to be on the freestyles today. She got a few beats I been waiting to hear,” Juice nodded before sparking his blunt.
“Say less,” I nodded though I was a bit disappointed. Obviously I didn’t expect him to tell me to get in the booth and start recording, but shit I did have hope... No telling if any of the other people in the room were hoping for the same.
“We just got started an hour ago. I don’t know what Milli bout to play but I might have you hop on. I low-key want an R&B hook and that song you posted was hard as fuck. That R&B shit always gon’ hit.”
“Thanks man. I was think that-“
“It’s shot o fucking clock motherfuckers!” The door to the room swung open with a crash. When my eyes focused on the commotion, I swear my heart stopped for half a second. Standing in the doorway was single handedly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Her brown skin was glistening as she showed her perfect smile before kissing the unopened Hennessy bottle in her hand. She was wearing baggy cargo pants that swallowed her whole frame and one of the smallest tube tops in existence. The streetwear look created a contrast so stark, it complimented her body drastically... even though her body was far from her best feature.
Her beauty was ethereal, especially in the face. Her big, wide set eyes squinted as she stormed towards us and stole the blunt from Juice Wrld’s hand. It hung between her glitter gloss lathered lips as she poured the first shot of Hennessy into Juice’s mouth. I watched her pour carefully into the rapper’s mouth as she inhaled the blunt deeply, causing smoke to fill the vicinity.
“Shit my bad,” She giggled, swatting away the smoke from our faces. Though her lips were pressed around the blunt, you could tell she was struggling not to smile and drop it. As soon as Juice swallowed his shot, he took the blunt back with an eye cringing laugh. Upon the moment the smoke cleared, she was staring me dead in my eyes. She acknowledged me for the first time with a smirk but it felt like I had seen her face a million times.
Curious.
Next she pushed her bleach blonde hair back behind her ears before leaning back her head back and taking a shot herself. With her neck lifted I noticed the large intricate butterfly tatted on her neck. I have never seen a pretty girl with a neck tattoo that bold, but it was sexy as fuck.
“Shot O Clock?” She challenged me. Her brown eyes moved from mine as she examined my face and looked me up and down before meeting my eyes again. I recognized the look she gave and I didn’t want to ignore it. I nodded at her invitation and with a smile she grabbed my chin and pulled me down closer to her height.
Her touch. Everything changed.
I don’t know how to describe what I was feeling other than my heart and dick instantly jumping as she pushed my head back. What the fuck? She poured much more liquor into my mouth than I expected, a bit running out the side of my mouth. I lifted my head back and swallowed all she gave me obediently and wiped away the rest. She smiled before leaning into me. I almost jumped at how close she was getting to me, not knowing her next moved. Just when she was close enough to press up on me, she reached on the table behind me and grabbed something.
Swiftly she leaned back and shook the black hat in her hand, insinuating innocence. I already knew she was far from that. She put the Chanel bucket hat onto her bone straight \hair, completing her outfit.
“Shit bro sorry I’m fuck tweaking. This my homegirl KCM, she’s producing today,” Juice Wrld spoke. He apologized for the awkwardness but I felt anything but that. It felt like time stopped when I looked at this girl.
“KCM?” I questioned not missing a beat. I looked down and met her eyes, challenging a response.
“Karma Countin’ Millions,” She said proudly before reaching her dainty hand out to shake mine. “Karma. Producer.”
“Justin Bieber. Singer,” I took her hand.
“What do you sing, Justin Bieber?”
“Anything.” I tried to compose myself.
“He’ll fuck up R&B in a heartbeat,” Juice spoke as Karma and I let go of each other’s hand. "Lowkey may want him on that third beat you sent me.”
My ears perked at the sound of that. I came here for a reason and I can’t be thirsty over this producer for many other reasons. The two main ones being Hailey and taking this opportunity seriously. She was pretty but pretty isn’t enough to make me fuck myself over.
“Yeah, just let me know bro,” I redirected my focus to pressing matters.
“I’ve actually been playing around with that beat. Added in drums and synthetics,” Karma moved past a topless brunette and plopped into the chair at the desk. “Both of y’all, take two shots while I pull this up,” She demanded before clicking away at the computer screen.
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“Aight, I think this is it!” Karma called, causing the room to quiet down. At this point, I was slouched on the couch trapped between three coked out hoes and I was very fucked up. I think if I were to stand, I would most definitely fall. Karma had us taking shots every twenty minutes so the fact that she’s able to keep her eyes open, let alone produce right now is extremely impressive.
Honestly she was impressive across the board. I don’t want to say I underestimated her based on appearance but I definitely didn��t expect all this. She is a product of pure talent.
“Aye, hold up. Lemme get on Live ri quick. This hoe going too crazy,” Karma unplugged the headphone jack before unlocking her phone. A few moments later, she had her screen propped up against the monitor as people continued to join the stream.
“Y’all come over here,” She nodded over at Juice and I. He grabbed his styrofoam cup and stumbled to the other side of the studio. With only two stumbles I managed to sit on the stool behind Karma as I watched her press play. Immediately the hum of the bass came in on the song, more amplified than ever.
"Vibe on this bitch, though A lighter
Nah, in the room
Oh
Uh-huh” Juice’s intro started lowly.
“New Juice Wrld, New Justin Bieber. Produced by KCM.” Karma introduced before leaning back in her seat and sparked another blunt as my voice started to ring out.
"Tell me where you wanna go, I can take you there. We can fly across the globe baby don't be scared. Don't be scared. Baby don't be scared, no, no,” I sang along but never in my life, had I heard my voice recorded and produced like this. The nodding of my head was instant as the deep autotune transitioned into my normal pitch over the heavy base.
"You deserve a storybook ending, fairytale, fairytale. You deserve a storybook ending, fairytale, fairytale,” Karma chopped up the rest of my chorus, allowing the perfect transition to Juice’s verse.
"You work numbers, work wonders
You done woke me up from my eternal slumber
I'm the lightning, you're the thunder
There's a difference 'tween, "I need you, " and, "I want you"
Girl, I need you
Good sex led to conversations getting a little deeper, uh
Tell me your darkest secrets, shit you wouldn't even tell Jesus, uh My karma been tweaking so much, I don't even believe in karma.”
Everyone in the studio was nodding their heads as the rest of the song poured out the speakers. This was a hit. For sure. I couldn’t see all that well but I know I saw verified checks, fire emojis, and heart eyes flooding the comment section.
“This is one of 5 songs made tonight. All freestyled. Fuck outta here. These niggas next up. Lemme play this next shit,” Karma yelled before cutting the first song and going to the second, which was even harder. I was only on back vocals but I was appreciative to get any play time, especially on two different songs.
“That’s all imma give y’all, we're dropping this shit sunday night so y’all better be ready to stream. Follow my bros Juice and Justin. Super talented kids."
“999. Young niggas doing this shit” Juice called. “Bye live!”
“Bye!” I spoke up just as she was ending the stream. Karma quickly spun in her hair and looked at the pair of us.
“20 minutes left in this session. We just made hits. Where’s the after party?” She asked. Fuck. After party? I couldn’t think straight now and we were working this fucked up... I’m scared to find out what after party means.
“Honestly I might go h-“
“Don’t say home,” Karma cut me off "You got any songs out? Any new songs? Is your soundcloud and IG boomin?”
“Um well-“
“They’re about to be. You just made a song with one of the most popular up and coming rappers from the North. You’re on and people gon know your name very soon. Celebrate with us tonight,” She pleaded. Even after hours of work, drinking and drugs her beauty never swayed. It’s not that she is irresistible, it's that she’s right (or that’s the reasoning I was trying to convince myself).
I’ve waited so long for a big opportunity and here it is, potentially. I deserve to celebrate. “Okay.”
“I was about to say don’t make me beg,” She hummed with a more than suggestive undertone.
“I should’ve held out then,” rolled off my tongue swiftly. I couldn’t help myself.
“Don’t play with me, Justin Bieber,” She had a smile on her face but I knew nothing was a joke. She wants me.
“Max, get food and shit sent to the house. Hoes, tell y’all friends it's an afterparty at my crib," Juice called to the room.
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ayyyy it’s me rose, bringing you my bby morrigan aka mog.
— && guests may mistake me as ( anya taylor-joy), but really i am ( morrigan innocent douglas + cisfemale + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 5/18/1996 ). i am applying for the ( lounge singer ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( #302 ). i should be hired because i am ( resourceful & generous ), but i can also be ( mischievous & vacant ) at times. personally, i like to ( ghost hunt, dance, and get lit ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration!.
quick facts:
Usually only goes by Morrigan Douglas. Cause the Innocent name is legit but ridic.
Morrigan is the only child of wealthy socialite Brighton Innocent and her mysterious husband Emerson Douglas.
She was born and raised in Miami, FL, with her parents and older half-sister, but she spent much of her childhood flying back and forth between LA and New York as well, far from the gators. Having one stable home is more or less a foreign concept.
Despite being born and raised in the US, her dad’s British accent has rubbed off on her and it peeks through a lot when she speaks. Most people assume it’s just to sound fancy, and maybe that’s part of it too.
Has a very serious blood pact with Marshall. In fact, she got herself a gig at the 312 on his glowing recommendation.
She’s never really had a career of her own — her old money background meant that she never really needed one. She has a designer bag named after her, though, and how many people can boast that? It’s the little things in life.
She is a taurus, gemini moon, cancer rising.
Also this is her pinterest board cause I am nothing if not an aesthetic hoe.
biography:
Her mother likes to call herself a business woman, and she technically is but it’s in the vein of the Kardashians or Paris Hilton — famous for being famous territory. She owns a string of high-end nightclubs around the country, but doesn’t actually work much.
As for her father… well, a lot of money has been invested into keeping pretty his past under wraps. Morrigan doesn’t even know much about it, except that he’s English and came from more humble means. She likes to joke that she’s half poor, so she gets it.
Growing up with one parent who takes every opportunity to bask in the limelight and one who is the exact opposite was… weird. She was never quite sure how much of a show to put on, and she was always told off for either doing too much or too little.
In the end, privacy has more or less won. She has a few million Instagram followers, which she considers more of a legacy thing than a choice of her own, but she’s not trying that hard to stay relevant… although it is kind of nice when people compliment you for serving Looks, so she posts about once a month. For the greater good... and some of that sponsorship money. #ad all the way.
Homegirl has more money than sense and is currently on hiatus from her studies at Columbia. Who needs an education when you’ve got mommy’s credit card?
She dabbles in music and genuinely enjoys it, but she’s not quite sure she’s cut out for being famous in that way. People actually seeing you as a role model? No thanks.
Dreams of one day starting a real-life coven and/or becoming a prestige member of the Illuminati. Both would be neat AF.
She’s very interested in cryptozoology — catch her watching endless re-reruns of In Search of Bigfoot and the likes. Every year for her birthday, she takes her friends to the supposed home of a cryptid. They’ve yet to actually encounter one in person.… although Mog swears she caught a glimpse of the Ozark Howler three years ago. She still hasn’t stopped talking about the non-incident.
Morrigan can be a bit aloof and doesn’t really give a fuck if anyone’s bothered by her attitude, but she’s usually not going out of her way to be a dickhead. If it happens, it happens organically.
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|| elle fanning, cisfemale, she/her || ( henrietta ‘henri’ prophet ) is a ( twenty ) year old ( sophomore ) at rockport university studying ( english + communications ). people say they are ( ritzy ) but also ( intractable ), and remind others of ( diamond-encrusted lighters, puppy dog pouts, baby pink stiletto nails ). bet they sure didn’t expect anyone to know about ( her hit-and-run accident in a stolen getaway car ) but someone does, and ( henrietta ) better cooperate if they plan to keep their lives. || james, 20, EST ||
hello! i am james (she/they) and first up is my lil troublemaker, henri !!!! pls love her and me thank u bye
henri’s pinterest is HERE ! it explains her sm better than i can
tw: hit and run
general info:
full name: henrietta eloise prophet
nickname(s): henri, etta, hen
b.o.d.: april 19th
label(s): the baby doll, the hellion, the icarcian, the minx, the prevaricator, etc.
height: 5′7″
hometown: syracuse, new york
sexuality: chaotically bisexual
biography:
awfully middle class, born and raised in new york
her dad’s a salesman for car parts with a small empire and her mother’s an accountant
an only child, minus her childhood cat (r i p socks); raised in a classic american suburban home with a white picket fence and two whole stories
and henri’s never been satisfied with it
she’s pretty much been a manipulative troublemaker since birth
it didn’t help that her parents spoil her; what henri wants, henri gets. no questions asked.
has left claw marks on her fellow students whenever somebody else wanted to be the queen during play time, or when somebody tried to take her favorite toys, or well...whenever henri got upset, really
like...man, could henri throw tantrums like no other. i mean hours of her screaming and crying until somebody gives into her
her parents are either blind to her antics or just straight up scared of henri, because homegirl has aggression like no other
anYWAYs she grew up in a normal home in a normal neighborhood with a normal day-to-day life
god, did it bore her
even when she created drama for her own amusement; i.e. spread a rumor that the head cheerleader in her high school had gotten chlamydia and the poor lass was bullied so badly she transferred (leaving the captain position to good ol’ henri, of course) or accidentally tripped the lead actress in her school musical off the stage and left her in a neck brace so her understudy (cough, henry, cough) had to take over
it just was never enough, because all henri ever had to do was bat her eyelashes and flaunt her pink lil skirts around and they’d hop right off her dick
wanted to be famous, or at the very least rich; to live in the lap of luxury in her furs and diamonds
but without any of the actual effort, ofc.
started stealing shit in high school; from her ‘friends’ houses at first, just small shit that henri wanted for herself
once that thrill wore down she evolved into shoplifting, which was...much more dangerous, and made henri love it all the more so.
often got her friends involved, usually as bait or distractions from lil’ old henri as she swiped objects
like to keep a long story short, henri’s been stealing for...a good amount of years now, from various places
has probably stolen her parent’s credit cards (and her teacher’s....and her coworker’s....etc. etc.) a few times to buy real expensive shit online
she’s only gotten arrested like, a handful of times okay
one spring break, her senior year of high school, henri and her pals had flown to california to do some...shopping, and celebrity stalking, and other normal teenage girl shenanigans
to keep another long story short; they had broken into a celebrity’s home, stolen a buncha designer shit; and when they heard sirens? they stole one of the cars and took off
henri was driving, ofc. she wouldn’t let anybody else drive her getaway car, especially not that real nice sports car...
in the adrenaline of it all, henri ran into a biker full-on and almost skirted off the road.
luckily, for henri, she regained control of the car and...kept driving, without even looking back and despite her friends screaming in her ear
god only knows how they abandoned the car and made it back to their hotel, unscathed, only to hear about a nasty hit and run resulting in a death on the news.
they went back to new york the next day; none of them have spoken up about it. especially not henri. perhaps she’s why none of them spoke up?
anyways, she went to rockport to escape the small amount of guilt in her conscious
decided to lie about her childhood too, says her dad’s the ceo of a car parts company instead of just a salesman, her mother’s a dead broadway starlight, etc. etc. whatever made henri look richer than she was.
also, partially, so people didn’t question where she got all her designer shit.
went abroad because that’s what she mcfuckin’ deserves. probably stole her daddy’s credit card too.
also is fucking trash at school, is probably sleeping with people to do her assignments for her.
her goal in life is to acquire a sugar daddy, or multiple, and to marry an especially old one so that they die and leave her with all of his money. <3
personality:
her favorite color is pink and u will not forget it. she appreciates sparkles, furs, jewels, etc. etc. just everything cute and designer and expensive.
anyways she’s the kinda gal where you could be in an intense argument with her and next thing y’know, y’all are fucking. OR, alternately, she’s got a knife pressed against your neck. OR, alternately AGAIN; both. probably both
that being said; henri can come off as pretty..bubbly, ditzy, cute and innocent, with all the hair-twirling and fake laughter. her voice has a permanent innocent tone to it
but ultimately, she’s a bitch. incredibly stubborn, if you cross her once she’ll hate you for life and there’s nothing you could do about it
she may still act like she likes you, but, nah.
still expects to get what she wants and she will still throw a tantrum if she doesn’t get it. doesn’t really take no as an answer?
her mood shifts often, maybe too often, it doesn’t take much to tick her off.
pretty manipulative, often uses people for what she wants
she isn’t...book smart, but she’s pretty damn intelligent in other aspects
a selfish lil brat tbh
only looks out for herself, will betray u the moment she sees an opportunity that benefits herself, and is over all pretty remorseless
she feels intensely but she also refuses to believe that she’s ever in the wrong. represses any emotions related to sadness, or anything that’ll just dampen her mood.
doesn’t bother to hide that part of her, either. let it be known that she’ll use you
she always has a knife on her, and a lighter, and a credit card that likely isn’t hers. those are her three essentials.
suuuper destructive, will not hesitate to ruin your life or her own tbh
will do anything at least once, or twice, maybe even three times
morals? what r morals?
a day drinker; constantly high off of god know’s what, and really...any vice? she’s got it.
is a l w a y s partying, even if it’s just her
i wouldn’t call her hypersexual but like...homegirl’s got a very high sex drive and is probably out here fuckin’ multiple times a day
but yeah no she’s not a very empathetic person like...if you’re going thru some shit? henri doesn’t give a fuck
she’ll probably use it against you to guilt u into doing something for her, honestly
considers herself untouchable, and is pretty willing to do anything to keep herself free from death or arrest or anything, y’know ??
has a very big ego, too. like. god. she think she’s the shit. acts like it.
erratic, irrational, can get VERY POSSESSIVE and JEALOUS of pals, people she’s fucking. etc. etc. if she doesn’t like the person your talking to you will Know
a big ol’ fuckin’ liar
wanted connections:
literally.....anything.....just hmu
like alriGHT
gimme FUCK BUDDIES of VARIOUS SORTS.
really MANIPULATIVE relationships on either end, probably henrietta’s
maybe a few friends w/ similar interests of glam n glitz n beauty
e n e m i e s - let henri try and fucking strangle u, b/c i s2g she’ll try if she hates you
like just people to get into cat fights turned knife fights with
maybe a ride or die ?? a best friend of sorts ??
let her use people
but really i am down for anything.
EXES ? maybe ??
pleathe. let’s brain storm...together
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At the top of this year I was blessed to travel to Cuba, and I gotta say that my trip was uhh-may-zing! Pictures couldn’t righteously capture the beauty and essence of this country. This trip came together super last minute… 3 days before I had to travel to be exact. Not too many people knew that I was going, so it hit folks by surprise when I just popped up on social media with a Havana geotag.
After this pic went up, folks slid in my DM’s asking great questions about traveling there, where to stay and the whole visa process. It was easy and quick… And if you have the funds and airline credits, anything is possible. Here’s the breakdown:
12/28/16 9:00a pst : My homegirl talked me into meeting her in Cuba, she found a Southwest flight for $67 from Fort Lauderdale to Havana. Even tho I avoid Southwest, Spirit and SoulPlane equivalent airlines, it was a no brainer that I hop on that deal. I was all ready gonna be in ATL for New Years so a quick Delta flight from ATL to FLL (used a Delta credit) was easy.
12/28/16 10:00a pst : Upon booking my flight Southwest directed me to a link to apply for a visa. There are only 12 reasons that they allow a US Citizen to visit, and “Tourism or For Pleasure” isn’t one of them. I applied under “Journalistic Activity”… because technically I write, take pics and blog. Plus I had a letter from an actual print magazine stating that I was visiting to write about my travels =) The visa cost $50, and I was approved within 30 minutes. Easy.
12/28/16 12:00p pst : I realized that my passport expires this March… They really take it serious when your passport expires within 6 months of travel, other countries might not let you in or your visa won’t get approved. So make a mental note to renew your passport at least 8 months before it actually expires. I called my travel agent and she was able to squeeze me in with an appointment at the Passport Agency the next morning.
12/29/16 10:00a pst : Got to my appointment at the Agency. Took new and cute Passport pic ($14 at the agency… Better to just go to CVS where they charge $5), turned in my renewal app, paid $110 to renew my passport and $60 to expedite it for next day service.
12/30/16 2:00p pst : Picked up my new passport! Went home & packed!
12/31/16 : Travelled to ATL and turned up.
01/02/16 : Travel day to Havana. I landed in FLL 3 hours before my flight departed. At the airport is where you pick up your visa then check into the flight. I didn’t have any trouble, and no one asked me any extra questions. Visa pick up and check in was easy breezy. One of our other travel mates had a hard time at his check in gate flying out of NYC. They were telling him that he couldn’t get on the flight because he’s not “authorized” to go. [Hater shit] They eventually let him on the flight and he made it to Cuba. The flight was about 50 minutes, which was perfect because I couldn’t have stayed in a Southwest plane longer than that, lol.
THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE LEAVING THE US
Your cell phone carrier isn’t covered there, and you’ll automatically start roaming on their service… It’s expensive, so make sure you keep your phone on airplane mode while you’re there.
They sell wifi cards and have wifi hotspots within Havana, so you’ll have some contact with the outside world. It’s spotty tho.
Your debit and credit cards won’t work there, so bring enough cash and add on extra to that. Because once you run out of cash there, you’re screwed. I brought $1k with me, and spent no more than $300. A couple folks I travelled with ran out of cash, so I was able to cover them. [PayPal and Venmo transfers are clutch!] NOTE: When you transfer money especially on PayPal… Don’t put “Cuba” in the description. They’ll freeze your account and investigate you, lol. It happened to my homegirl!
If you can avoid it, don’t check a bag in. It takes a LOOONG time for bags to come out in baggage claim.
Havana is beautiful! According to US standards, Cuba is a poor country. The buildings are old, cars are old, technology isn’t up to date, streets aren’t all paved, and food is scarce. However, they don’t know that they’re “poor”. They were rich in culture, and happy in love. EVERYONE was nice, like ridiculously nice. Never once did I feel in danger in an area that we would call “sketchy” in the US because of how it looked. It felt good, to be surrounded by so much culture and substance that I didn’t even care that my phone had no service. Being cut off from the US bullshit was freeing… No news updates about Trump bullshit, no social media, no distractions. I was 100% focused on life, and the moment I was living in. I was aware as fuck.
We stayed in an AirBnB in the Miramar neighborhood that’s a 10 minute drive from Old Havana and a 30 minute drive from the airport. There were 4 of us in a 3 bedroom apartment, at $85 per person for 2 nights. Our cab rides would range from $5-$10 per trip, split between 4 people. For $50 total, we took a 1 hour tour of the city in one of those old school drop tops. Fly shit! Later on that night we had drinks at the Hotel Saratoga, dinner at Los Nardos, and went to a nightclub called Sarao’s.
Notes: A full dinner entree ranges from $7-$13. The country does have a food scarcity, so the later in the night you go eat, a lot of food won’t be available anymore. Los Nardos ran out of chicken and fish by the time we got there at 9p.
01/03/16 : Travel to Varadero, Cuba. For $100 ($25 per person), we hired a driver for the day to drive us from Havana to Varadero roundtrip (2 hours each way). I mean… The car was a bucket, but it got us there and back and it didn’t break down, lol. For the day we stayed at the Barcelo Solymar Resort, and through the resort we got a tour package that included a driver, snorkeling in Coral Beach, a tour and dip in the spring waters of the Saturn Caves, a ride to the beach for photo opp’s, and back to the resort for $36 per person. Again… Pictures don’t do any justice to its beauty!
After we got back to Havana later that night, the 4 of us invited our driver to dinner with us. He was cool and funny, like an old uncle that has lived his life and is all about the turn up. We told him to take us to the best Italian restaurant he knew of, and so he did. It wasn’t the best, lol. At least the bill came up $30 total. After dinner, we went to a salsa spot called Casa de la Musica where a Spanish artist who looked like Drake’s father was performing. The vibe was authentic Cuba, and I loved it. People watching in other countries is the shit. Drinks are cheap…. $3-$5 for a cocktail, not bad.
01/04/16 : Morning frolic before my afternoon flight. We got up at 8am to take another walk around Old Havana, since me and one other person was leaving that day. We walked through the streets and made our way to Plaza de la Catedral and went into their Catholic Church. I never pass up an opportunity to send a quick prayer up and THANK the most HIGH. Spanish architecture is so elegant, monumental, and classic to me. I wouldn’t mind walking around and getting lost in the those streets just to enjoy the buildings.
My American Airlines flight (used a credit) was at 3:30p so I left Miramar by 12p…. A 20 minute drive took an hour during Wednesday afternoon traffic. The check in lines at the airport are long, so is the passport control line, and the TSA line. Give yourself at least an hour in time to get through all 3 lines. The only cafe at my terminal ran out of food by 2:30p… Shit is real out there. You can buy bottles of rum and Cuban cigars through Duty Free. If your luggage is maxed out or you don’t check in a bag, I suggest getting your liquor from there. Note: Duty Free line was long, too. My flight was delayed an hour, which I was told is normal there. So keep that in mind if you have a connecting flight to your final destination. Luckily for me, I was flying into Miami and staying the night so the delay didn’t affect me.
I would absolutely go back and visit, I need to since I wasn’t there long enough. Travel and housing was pretty inexpensive and they’re prices are beyond reasonable. I suggest going before they realize how much more money they can make from tourism and before Trump fucks shit up for us.
Traveling to Cuba: New Year, New Passport Stamp At the top of this year I was blessed to travel to Cuba, and I gotta say that my trip was uhh-may-zing!
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