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“What can I call you?” - Kim Jongdae


“Hello?”

Your voice echoed through the line. No sounds came out of the other line. It wasn’t a big deal, you had plenty of people hang up on you on this line. That was part of the job, being a sex operator and all. It was your job to turn on the customers and go along with every single little thing they wanted you to do. But there were customers that would call, and back out last minute. I guess it was kind of embarrassing to talk dirty through the phone.

You flipped over on your bed, looking at the time you had waited for a sound from the guy on the other line. 2 minutes. You had lost another customer, but at least you would get paid for the two minutes of static silence.

Just as you were about to hit the disconnect button, a soft voice came through the line. If you had had music on like usual you would have completely missed what he had said.

“Hello? Are you there?”

You settled yourself into the sheets around you. Now the breathing on the other side of the line was obvious and you could tell he was actually waiting on the phone. This was the part you hated, hearing the voice and trying to play a game inside of your head in how the mystery man in the other line looked like. But it was something you would never find out. Did it bother you? Yeah. But this was the easiest job you could even think of. And you enjoyed it fully.

“Yes hun. I’m here! I’m y/n! I heard from your voice message that your name is Jongdae. Is that correct?” You asked, trying not to sound too happy or compassionate. For some reason your head spun with the awkwardness that was on the line. Another minute passed before he answered.

“I’m sorry. I’m not alone right now. My roommates are down stairs..But yes, my name is Jongdae. Is there any chance we can make this quick?” You had to stop yourself from laughing at the desperate tone in the voice of the male on the other line. It wasn’t odd to hear but this was a new scenario for you. A male calling while his roommates were only a flight of stairs away. He did know this was a sex line right? That involved talking?

“The quickness depends on you, sweetie.” You said a hint of cockiness in your voice. You could hear his breath come out in a puff on the line and you could only assume that he was smiling. Which made a smile in turn come to your features.

“Then I guess it won’t be too quick.” He replied without hesitation making a chill shoot down your body. This is where your favorite part came in. Where the male on the line was obviously interested in it, but still in the getting there stage. You got to know a few things to help along the process.

Without bringing the phone away from your face, you reached down to play with the sensitive skin on your sides and neck. Trying to get yourself in the mood not only with the words from the male.

“Are you saying you last long, Jongdae? I’m sure girls love that aspect of you. Is there anything you would like me to call you?”

He voice came out silky and much different than what it was just a minute ago. “Call me sir, and please. No more of this getting to know you bullshit. I want to hear you.”

You head raced. Not with hormones or anything of attraction but you couldn’t figure out the guy on the other line. Not many customers got you thinking this much, and honestly since this was so anonymous most nights you found yourself in sweats in a tee aimlessly moaning into a line just to make money. No meaning behind it at all. Sometimes if you were really lazy for the money you would put on a soundtrack of moans and run your vibrator. That’s just how your sex line went.

But Jongdae? Even the sound of his voice coming through the line made your legs clenched shut a little. “Do you want to hear me touch myself sir? Do you want me to moan out your name as I play with my pretty tight pussy?”

A soft moan, followed by the obvious sound of a zipper coming down on the other end of the line. Your heart sped up a bit as you hurried to shimmy out of your pants. “That’s exactly what I want you to do kitten. I want to hear ever little perfect moan that can come from your pretty lips. Let sir hear how he’s turned you on just with his voice.”

For once you followed the commands that came through the line. The thick tone of the male making you want to do much more than just moan in a phone for him. Your fingers easily slipped past the boundaries of your panties, running soft circles into your sensitive nub. Moans fell off your lips at an alarming rate. You found yourself actually enjoying the call for once.

“That’s a good little kitten. Do your fingers feel good? I want you to be louder sweetie. Tell me exactly how you feel right now. Do you wish that those fingers of yours could be replaced by my cock?” Your heart dropped, beads of sweat forming on your hairline at his words. This was a completely different guy you thought you were talking to in the beginning.

This is where the imagination from the beginning comes in. What did this guy look like? How would his hands feel running over your skin? How would his lips feel on your bare skin? Would his hands be rough enough to handle you? Thoughts got the best of you and your pitch got higher. You slipped a few fingers past your entrance, delicately curling them upwards.

“Ah, sir.” You were lucky words could even come out at this point. “I would much rather have my pussy clenching around your cock. I want to pleasure you sir. With my mouth, my hands, with my whole being. Would you like that? Someone that would submit to you completely? Huh sir?” The breathing on the other line got labored and you could tell he had been going at it the whole time you were talking. You didn’t give him the chance to reply before your thoughts got the best of you.

“I’m so wet for you sir. I want to feel your cock pounding into me as I moan out your name.I want to feel your rough hands grabbing onto my hips..” Your moans covered up the rest of your words as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming and quickly at that.

His moans were much more prominent than before and you could tell he was getting close. “You have such a filthy mouth kitten. Believe me you would be getting a punishment if I was there for being so dirty. Are you close kitten? I wanna hear those sweet moans as you cum.”

You unconsciously nodded your head as to his words, speeding up your fingers, chasing your release. “Yes, sir. I’m cumming.” Your whole body shook as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami. Flashes of white bursting like fireworks behind your eyelids. You could tell from the sounds I’m the other line that he as well had hit his high and was riding it out the same time as you.

The line gathered silence for a few moments before he spoke again. “What did you say your name was again?” You giggled, wiping some sweat from your skin. “Y/n? If we ever see each other, let’s act like this didn’t happen.” You chuckle. You had never met a client outside of the line and you hoped you never did. With that you were both saying your goodbyes and hanging up.

But for the next few days his voice rattled in your head from time to time. It never really disappeared. Which was odd, and less pleasing than you thought it would be.



A few weeks later you sat a couple rows back in your first lecture of the new semester. Familiar faces surrounded you but some were completely new to you. But you could tell from how many were not new that this class was going to be a good one for the semester.
A unfamiliar good looking face stared you down from an above row and you found your self curious so you stood to go introduce yourself. As he saw you approaching him he stood to greet you, bowing slightly. You stopped him and smiled. “I’m y/n! Nice to meet you! What can I call you?”
Just by the look on his face you knew something was wrong. His eyes widened and you noticed him smirking slightly. What was up with him. One word came out of his mouth and you found yourself in the same state of shock.

“Jongdae..”

Imagine doing the long distance thing with Chris.

You sat on the set of your new movie waiting for your boyfriend to pick up your FaceTime call. You had to cancel your daily Skype session yesterday because the filming had taken longer than expected, therefore clashing with the set time you and Chris had decided on; 10:30AM Boston time. By the time you wrapped, Chris had somewhere to get to and couldn’t make the call. So here you were, making up for lost time seeing as you weren’t due for your next scene for about an hour.

“Bonjour Captain.” You greeted Chris when his face popped up on your screen. “Est-ce que je vous dérange?” You giggled softly at his bedhead and wondered if he only just got out of bed; the shirt he had on should’ve been a giveaway that he’d been up for hours and just didn’t brush his hair; he slept without a shirt most of the time and wouldn’t bother with one until he was ready to seize the day.

“Just because you’re in Paris doesn’t mean I too suddenly understand French.”

“I said,” you chuckled softly, “am I disturbing you? ‘Cause you look like you just rolled out of bed. I know you might be depressed 'cause I’m not around to put a smile on your face but come on, Cap. It’s two thirty where you are,” you teased.

“I’ve been up for hours, thank you very much.” He quipped and you laughed then covered your mouth when you heard a crew member shush you. “Did you just get shushed?” His voice softened into a whisper, afraid he’d cause you to get another shush.

“Yeah, I did,” you chuckled softly. “The things I’m willing to go through for you.”

“Like I haven’t been shushed because of you,” he laughed. “They more than shushed me the last time you visited the set,” he reminded you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop from bursting into laughter. “By the way, you’re not allow on set while I’m working anymore.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “Kevin loves me, so does Joss and the Russo brothers. As long as they are involved with Marvel, which is now until the end of time, I’m always going to be allowed the set.” You said and he chuckled, nodding in agreement.

“I miss you,” you told him.

“Tell me something new,” he smiled.

You’d been away from him for two months now, and you had another four before you could fly home to him. You were excited to spend time him, definitely. You couldn’t wait to sleep beside him and wake up to him kissing you; you were pining for those late night conversations in the kitchen while the two of you shared a pint of cookie dough ice-cream; you were ready for the morning walks you two would take with Dodger; you were even craving those Sunday afternoons where you’d pretend to enjoy the football game though he knew you hated it.

You were excited, yes, but there was that part of you that was dreading all of that. You knew a week after you returned, it was going to be his turn to leave for his job; the latest Marvel movie, 'Avengers: Infinity War Part 1’, and that was going to be six months of you being in the comfort of your shared home and him calling you from his sets, trailers, and hotel rooms. You were dreading spending time with him because you knew from experience that having even a second with him made it harder for you, just like it was incredibly hard for him when you left two months ago after the two of you had four work-free months together.

Long distance was something you two- after decades of being in the industry and three years of dating- were used to by now but that didn’t mean it was easier. There were days where- even just thinking about it- broke your heart; the loneliness and the isolation. There were nights where you’d call sobbing and he’d just let you cry into the phone until you fell asleep, and vice versa when he had a particularly bad day. There were the missed birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays that both of you would have given anything up to relive but this time, as a couple. Then there were the red carpets and A-Lister events you two have had to walk alone or attend solo because the other were caught up somewhere on the other side of the world; it usually led to exclusive stories claiming it was over and you or Chris had move on with another actor or actress you were seen with at said party or event.

You could still remember the fiasco with the very taken Sebastian Stan after you were seen together at a New York fashion show. His girlfriend, Margarita- a good friend of yours, found it hilarious. The two of you even joked at the double date dinner that perhaps swapping seats would change the headliner to 'Captain America and The Winter Soldier, sharing more than just a shield’; you had all laughed at that.

Long distance was always going to be difficult. Anyone who had ever done it had told you that, but they’d also told you that if the person was the right one- it was going to worth it, and with Chris, it was. Both of you were sure after the first date that the other was the one you could see the rest of your life with, and a promise was made that you’d persevere no matter how hard it got.

“How’s the movie going?” He changed the subject because he knew you’d start tearing up if you two got too in depth about the subject of missing each other. “I’m excited to see it, I can tell you’re going to beautiful already. Look at you,” he teased, “my pants are getting a little tight.”

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled softly.

“Your idiot,” he reminded you and you smiled. “Anyway, how was the production meeting yesterday? Did you finally get a premiere date? Is it…” He trailed off with a hopeful gleam in his eyes which quickly faltered when you shook your head.

“It’s in the beginning of April so you’re most likely still going to be filming.” You told him with a small smile; you saw his head drop and heard a sigh. “It’s okay, babe. This makes us even then,” you tried to lighten the mood with a joke. “'Cause when your premiere comes around, I’m going to be stuck filming my next movie.”

“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand,” he pouted.

“I don’t like how you’re in such high demand either,” you retorted with a similar pout.

“Maybe we should quit,” he suggest with a small quirk of his lips; he was joking of course, he loved his job as much as you did. “We’ve got enough money to last us if we live simply. We could sell everything and hit the road with a truck and a caravan,” he said and you chuckled; it had been an idea sitting in the back of his mind since he went on Anna’s podcast. “I think it’d be nice to catch a break from Hollywood, don’t you?”

“I think you’d be bored if you didn’t get to put on your Cap costume,” you told him and he chuckled. “Just like I’d be bored if I didn’t get to be someone other than myself. I know you’re sick of long distance, baby. I am too but- we love what we do as much as we love each other. Giving one up to do the other easily when we can do both with a little work is lazy and stupid,” you quipped.

“I know,” he chuckled. “Forget I asked.”

You heard Dodger’s bark and you felt your smile grow.

“I guess he heard your voice,” Chris chuckled and descended to his knees so Dodger could be in the picture. “Look, buddy.” Dodger’s tail wagged excitedly. “Who’s that? Who’s that?” He pointed at the screen and you smiled, giving the puppy a small wave. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

“Hi buddy, hey Dodge.” You cooed into the microphone and he barked. “I’ve missed you too, bud.” Your gaze fell back on your boyfriend who was happily patting his puppy and you felt tears well in your eyes. “I’ve really missed you too.” Both you and Chris heard your voice quiver; he turned to you with narrowed eyes and you cleared your throat. “I’m fine,” you assured him, smiling.

“Are you?” He sent Dodge away and got back onto his feet. “You look like you’re about to break and we can’t have that while you’re still working.” You took a slow, deep breath and turned away from the screen. “You need to stay professional, okay? Y/N, hey. Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I can’t,” you shook your head.

“Then hang up,” he instructed. “Hang up and call me later.”

“No,” your head snapped back to the screen. “I already missed yesterday’s call, I’m not going to cut today’s one short. I still have a while until my next scene so- let’s talk. I’m fine, okay?” You assured him and smiled despite how much you wanted to cry. “What have you been doing? What did you do yesterday?”

“Nothing unusual,” he answered. “I spent the day with the kids at the playground then took them for a little too much ice-cream.” He said then chuckled when you shook your head. “Yeah, I can’t take them for ice-cream by myself anymore.”

“How are the kids?”

“Excited for you to get back,” he told you with a smile. “I know one particular kid who would give anything to have you back right now.” He referred to himself then pressed his lips together when he realized he was doing the opposite of distracting you from missing him. “Sorry,” he winced.

“Don’t be,” you chuckled softly.

“Hey, um-” His gaze darted away from the camera for a moment and you narrowed your eyes at his sudden fidgety movements. “I have to go,” he told you and you felt your frown deepened. “I forgot I had something to catch and um-” He looked back at you and smiled. “I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Real soon, I promise.”

“Chris-”

He hung up on you before you could finished and you huffed, a little annoyed with his abrupt goodbye but mostly sad. You let your annoyance and anger fade when you deduced that he probably had a meeting and forgot to budget his time again. You pulled up your Twitter app and tweeted some of your fans while you waited to be called on. You heaved a sigh when you saw the time; 8:36PM. Filming was supposed to last another four hours so you were in for a long, long night. But hey, at least you could sleep in until ten tomorrow morning.
• • • • • • • •
The sun poked through your curtain and you felt the warmth of its rays on your face. You hummed and turned away from the window to face the inside of your fairly empty king size bed. Your eyes fluttered open for a brief second and a blood curling scream escaped your lips when you realized you weren’t as alone as you thought.

“Fuck!” The bearded blue eyed plaid wearing man jerked back and nearly fell off the bed. It took you less than a second to realize it was just Chris, your dork of a boyfriend; you quickly caught his arm and pulled him back in. “Holy shit,” he grabbed his chest where his rapidly beating heart was. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Me?!” You scoffed and laughed at the same time. “You’re the one who broke into my hotel room and climbed into bed with me! I thought I was about to get murdered by some crazy lumberjack.” You said and laughed harder when you saw him pressed his lips tightly, feigning annoyance. “Oh you know I love you in plaid,” you cooed and wrapped an arm around his neck.

“I know,” he chuckled, pulling your body closer to his. “I’ve missed this.” He whispered, holding you tightly against him and pressed his lips to your neck; you giggled as his beard tickled your skin. “This definitely made the nine hours of travel time worth it.”

“You travelled nine hours to come see little old me?” You pulled your head back so you could look him in the eye; he nodded with a wide smile. “How long have you had this planned?” You asked and his smile turned smug.

“Since Monday.” He informed you and you shook your head, slightly amazed he managed to keep it a secret for six days; he could never keep anything from you for more than an hour. “I could tell you were going to break sometime this week and I wanted to be by your side to hold you when it happened. It was hard, babe. I wanted to tell you the second I bought the tickets,” he admitted and you both chuckled.

“Chris, thank you for coming out.” You felt the tears prick your eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You told him and he smiled. “Honestly after you hung up on me yesterday,” you poked his cheek and he chuckled. “I nearly broke, but I didn’t 'cause I remained professional. But I’m glad you’re here now 'cause I was definitely going to have a sob in the bath tonight if you didn’t show up.”

“We can still have the bath,” he suggested flirtatiously and you giggled. “But you’re definitely going to be too preoccupied to have that sob.”

“I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too,” he smiled and kissed you.

frostbite (chanyeol)
word count: 1079 w.
genre: fluff
summary: in which chanyeol is a human furnace and sehun is the root of all evil

It was two in the morning when you felt your whole body tense up from the freezing temperature. You didn’t know why you agreed to take part in Sehun’s little adventure into the woods. Sehun convinced you to come because he said you needed to be one with nature and other bullshit his mouth tends to spill.

Sehun was one step ahead of you when you asked about the weather but the little shit didn’t check the night time temperature and that’s basically why you’re freezing your ass off inside the sleeping bag. Sharing the tent with Chanyeol didn’t help either.

Chanyeol is Sehun’s best friend or at least that’s what Sehun says. You’ve been hanging around with Sehun so much that you also get to talk to Chanyeol, for a change of air. But it was puzzling that the very limit of your conversation were mere small talks. Nothing more.

Deep inside you’ve always wanted more when it comes to Chanyeol.

You don’t know if Sehun was trying to play matchmaker or he just wanted the whole tent to himself but somehow, you and Chanyeol ended up in one tent. Thank god for two sleeping bags. With the temperature outside dropping to zero, the possibility of dying from hypothermia went from zero to a hundred. You needed some warmth. And by some warmth, you meant you wanted to sleep above the (now burnt) campfire.

You placed your hands in front of your mouth and blew some hot air, rubbing your hands after. You racked your brain for more ways to keep warm. Right now what seems to be the most favorable was also the most awkward way to get some heat. Cuddling.

Chanyeol stirred in his sleeping bag causing you to drop your antics. You quickly closed your eyes and tried not to move. Chanyeol poked your sleeping bag. “Hey, are you awake?”

Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.

He poked you again and that time, you pretended to stir from your sleep. Yawning, you hummed, “Hm?”

“Did I bother you? Sorry, I thought you were awake.” Even in the dark, you can see Chanyeol’s pearly whites flashing. You shifted a bit to face his side. His face was directly above you and he was looking down on you. You can feel your blood rush to your cheeks. You didn’t know the tent was this small.

“Well, I’m awake now,” you chuckled. Chanyeol apologized again and was about to go to sleep. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And so you muttered a “fuck it” before tugging on Chanyeol’s sleeping bag.

“Chanyeol, I’m kinda cold. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way–”

“Can we cuddle?” He asked so innocently you wanted to cuddle the shit out of him. You swore you can see a slight pout when you failed to respond.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” You wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. You can hear the anxiety in your voice. “So how do we do this?”

Chanyeol unzipped the side of his sleeping bag. He plastered a bright smile on his face despite both of your freezing asses. “Hop in.”

“Yes, captain,” you answered, giving a salute to Chanyeol before sliding next to him and finally, zipping up the sleeping bag.

It was quite spacious inside his sleeping bag. Maybe because he was taller and had a much bigger frame than you. You can feel your heart stammering, not quite sure how this whole cuddling with Chanyeol works. It wasn’t awkward but it also wasn’t exactly comforting.

On the other hand, Chanyeol was all confident. He took his position, chin was directly above your crown. You were cooped up under Chanyeol and heat was finally being transferred to you. You can sense Chanyeol’s arms hesitating to wrap around your waist. To hell with that! It was freaking cold and you needed more warmth.

You pulled Chanyeol’s arm and placed it around your waist, snuggling behind a bit. You were surprised when Chanyeol slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on top of your hand. “Your hands are too pretty to be cold.”

Good thing you had your back on Chanyeol or else he would’ve seen how embarrassingly red your cheeks were.

Finally contented with the heat surrounding your body, you sighed, contented. Chanyeol whispered in your ear, “Goodnight.”

You didn’t dream that night because what happened seemed too good to be true.

Soft light streamed in the opening of your tent. The air got warmer but it was still cold nonetheless. You inhaled a musky scent and that made you burry your head into your pillow more. Pillow? A deep voice rang through your ears, “Can’t get enough?”

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You suddenly backed away only to bounce back to his space because the zipper to his sleeping back was tightly sealed.

He lightly chuckled. His raspy morning voice sounded mellifluous to your ears. It resembles that of dark chocolate melting. “Goodmorning to you, too.”

Your hands reached for the sleeping bag’s zipper only to be pulled back in by Chanyeol. “Let’s stay like this a little bit more.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance yet your smile says otherwise. “Chanyeol, it’s not even cold anymore.”

“When will you warm up to me?” You felt your breath hitch. There was nothing but sincerity dripping from his voice. His eyes went soft but the intensity of his gaze was strong. You were convinced he can see through your feelings for him even you yourself had no idea you had.

You had to admit. With Chanyeol like this, it was impossible for you not to fall for him.

“And when will you two lazy asses get up?! Wakey wakey, peasants!” Sehun shouted from outside before putting the tent’s flaps aside. He threw a pillow on Chanyeol’s face.

“I’m fucking hungry and she,” Sehun pointed to you, “is the only one who knows how to make breakfast. And if your cheesy love confession or whatever that is you’re about to say wouldn’t feed my stomach then save it for later.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” you said before leaning in to kiss the taller’s cheeks. You felt heat creep to your cheeks. “That was for last night.”

“Damn, man, you got game.”

Chanyeol smiled. “I know.”


note: guess who got pcy feels last night | masterlist

Under the cut you’ll find ### lyrics from seven Broadway shows. They could be useful for bios lyrics, sidebar descriptions, para titles, plot or character inspiration. The lyrics aren’t necessarily in order as they appear in the show, but they are grouped by song. My favorites are bolded. PS I would suggest looking up the context of the lyrics before using (especially because all these songs are too good to not listen to).  

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For The First Time – A Danisnotonfire One Shot (As requested by Anon)

****Author’s note: this imagine takes place where the reader and Dan have been together for a really long time, and are going through a rough patch with fighting and lack of empathy. This is also inspired by the song “For The First Time” by the Script. Please enjoy****

“Fucking hell, (Y/N), can’t we give this a rest?” Dan said, rubbing his temples from exasperation.

“This isn’t something that will just go away by ignoring it,” I shot back, frustration getting the best of me.

Fighting was now a daily routine for Dan and I. Tonight’s topic was money. Quite exhilarating, I know. Passive-aggressiveness used to be our go-to relief, but now it’s gotten to a point where we’ll scream in each other’s faces without any inhibitions. I guess this is what happens when two people have been together for years.

“(Y/N), I don’t know why you’re fucking preaching to me about making an income when I’ve already got a nice flow coming from YouTube, PLUS working BBC Radio with Phil. Won’t you just trust me to support you?”

“No, Dan,” I said, “I’m not going to depend on you and your fucking YouTube job. How the hell can I trust something so temporary?!”

Dan’s eyes ignited in rage. “You wouldn’t have to depend on my ‘temporary job’ if you got up off your lazy ass and looked for one of your own!”

My eyes widened. At that point, it was crystal clear we had both crossed the line. I knew we were both to blame for letting this escalate to such a drastic level, but I couldn’t even think of beginning to apologize. All I knew to do was to leave. I grabbed my jacket and purse off the table, and walked out the door, making a point to slam it behind me.

Stomping down the sidewalk in the brisk air gave me a chance to decompress. The night sky instantly began to calm my nerves. I walked past a few markets all the way to a nearby park, and sat down on a bench. I breathed slowly. In. Out. My heart was still racing, but not at the velocity as before. In. Out. I uncurled my fingers from the fists I had formed. In. Out. I blinked, and felt a single tear run down my face. In. Out.

I started reminiscing on the several months before our downwards spiral, when all we felt was love and compassion towards each other. He would open doors for me, pull out my chair, and even wrap his hand around my waist when we’d walk across the street. Common chivalry felt so special coming from Dan. I’d be eager to listen to him every time he wanted to talk about a new video game or what video ideas he had. Staying up all night, talking about anything and everything, was the norm for us. We’d fuck like animals, and make love with only the deepest passion. But most importantly, we never forgot to say how much we appreciated each other, and expressed our love endlessly.  

My heart felt heavy in my chest. More tears streamed down my face, and I didn’t bother to wipe them away. How could we let this go on for so long? Our love, which had felt warm and welcome before, has now turned cold and spiteful. For a few minutes, I sat there, wallowing in my sadness, but I soon felt pathetic. I remembered Dan’s words. “You wouldn’t have to depend on my ‘temporary’ job if you got up off your lazy ass and looked for one of your own!” I do have a job now. A job to fix me and Dan.

I sprang up from the bench, and started on my way home. I felt excited, scared, and most of all, relieved. Relieved from knowing I finally had an opportunity to dispel this fighting nonsense. I stopped in one of the market places, and grabbed two cheap bottles of wine. At the checkout counter, I saw a cute Pikachu keychain dangling from a display case. I plucked it off the hanger, and pushed it towards the cashier along with the wine. He rang me up, and I quickly picked up my items and rushed out of the store.

When I reached the front door, I took a deep breath. In. Out. Everything could either go perfectly or fail miserably. In. Out. In either case, I’ll know once and for all how strong me and Dan’s relationship really was. In. Out. I clutched the Pikachu keychain, and prayed to God that our love was still alive. In. Out.

I dug my keys out of my purse, and unlocked the door. I opened the door, dropped my keys into the key bowl, and walked up the stairs, step by step. When I reached the top of the stair case, I could see Dan sitting at the dining room table, his back facing me. He was holding a beer with his head hung low. It hurt my heart to see him this way.

I tiptoed towards Dan, trying not to alarm him. I worked my way around the table so I could be directly in front of him, and set the wine down on the table. He picked his head up. His face was red and puffy, which was evidence that he had been crying as well. I looked into his eyes apologetically. I sat down, pushed a bottle of wine across the table to him, and half smiled. “It’s the cheap brand, I didn’t have much cash left in my wallet,” I admitted. He chuckled, sniffling his nose, and smiling back at me softly. “Whadd’ya say we pop a bottle open, have a glass, and play some Legend of Zelda?” I offered lightheartedly.  He smiled even wider, and nodded his head ‘yes’.

20 minutes into playing the game silently, Dan paused the game abruptly. “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He said abruptly, yet earnestly. I looked at him, feeling guilty and sorrowful. “I’m sorry, too, baby. You’re right; I really should get a job. And your job is so amazing and supportive. I only said what I said because I’m scared and jealous.”

“I was wrong in the way that I said it. I was way too harsh, and I only want you to feel safe and comfortable. I shouldn’t have let it get out of hand. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.” Dan apologized profusely.

We both had tears in our eyes. I choked on the lump in my throat, barely even able to speak. Instead of saying anything more, I just straddled him and wrapped my arms around him, giving him a bear hug. Feeling his warm body against mine only made me pull him closer. He instantly hugged me back, digging his face into my neck. Holding him felt like coming up for air after being underwater for a super long time.

“I love you so much,” I half-whispered, voice breaking in the process. “I love you so much, too,” Dan said, muffled by my neck. I brought his head out from my neck, and kissed him deeply. I kissed him with the passion and love that had been withheld from this relationship for way too long. He kissed back, with equal effort and feeling. We soon had to pull away to catch a breath. We looked into each other’s eyes, and laughed over our cries. I stroked his cheek, which was wet from tears. I kissed his cheek gently.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Dan said quietly, “it’s quite exhausting.” I chuckled, and put my hands in my pockets. I felt something small and fuzzy, and quickly remembered what it was. I fished it out of my pocket. “A peace offering?” I suggested, dangling the Pikachu keychain in front of him. He busted out into laughter, and stared at the keychain in admiration. He grabbed it, and held it to his chest. “God, I love you so much,” he said.

The warmth of our relationship returned in its full capacity. We were stronger than ever at this very moment. And for the first time in a long time, I felt in my heart that everything would be okay.