#“you got a nine to five so I'll take the night shift and I'll never see you again if i can help it”

[terrainofheartfelt]

lucy dacus is for the jo march girlies

[atlas-affogato]

This chapter is kicking my ass

[holyblonded]

go ahead and cry little girl | golden girl

pairings: paige bueckers x oc (for a second) diana taurasi x daughter!oc, alexia putellas x teen!oc

summary: kenza never could quite understand why her dad could never show up; times throughout the years kenza has been let down

warnings: daddy issues and deadbeat dad 👻

notes: based off of real experiences 🫡 READ KENZA’S WIKI PAGE FOR BACKGROUND INFO

FOURTEEN YEAR OLD KENZA STARED LONGINGLY AT THE SEAT IN THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY SECTION.

It was her first El Clasico with the senior team and she knew her mom had told everybody. Kenza even invited him. She could hear her teammates celebrating their win as she should be, yet there she was staring at the cold, bare seat. Her eyes shifted to her Mom and Diana who both held sympathetic looks on their faces.

Kenza's inner turmoil was broken by Alexia who ran up and grabbed her face. "What's wrong, Amorcita? You scored the winning goal!"

Kenza couldn't bring herself to answer, instead she kept staring at the seat. Alexia followed her eyes, and after a silent conversation with Nor, she had figured it out. "Lo siento, mi Princesa," was all Alexia could offer as Kenza shoved her head to her chest.

"Why didn't he show up?" Kenza cried, loudly.

"Smile, Kenny!" Diana Taurasi told her freshly turned nine year daughter. Kenza smiled showing her gums off to the camera as the flash went off. "Look at you, pretty girl. Finally nine."

The family had decided to spend Kenza's ninth birthday in London as day after the Olympics ended. While Kenza, was excited to see her moms, she saw them quite often, she was quite revved to see her dad, someone she hadn't seen since early May.

"Mama, when is dad getting here?" Kenza decided to ask her mom. Kenza carefully observed her mom tense up before quickly recovering.

Nor, with a tight smile on her lips, responded, "Let me check, Chiquita."

Diana seemed to pick up on her fiancee's mood, "Aye Kenny, you ready to see Auntie Sue and Auntie Meg?"

Kenza's eyes brightened at the mention of her favorite aunties, "Wait, let me go put on my shoes," the birthday girl ran up the stairs of the rental as Nor unknowingly let go of the breath she was holding.

"Where is he?" Diana asked bitterly. She and the retired NBA player have publicly and privately bumped heads numerous times. Akoni calling her a "wife stealer." While Diana didn't like his alcoholism and reckless behavior around her family.

Nor sighed as tears welled in her eyes, "He's not coming at all. Got caught drinking and driving, he got charged with a DUI so now he's being checked into court ordered rehab," Her heart truly hurt for her daughter.

"Fuck," Diana muttered before pulling Nor into her, "Hey, Kenny is strong."

"That's the thing, she's nine. She's not supposed to be this strong. I keep letting him hurt her," Nor rancorously ranted, a tear slipping down her face before being quickly wiped away by Diana.

"It’s not your fault he is the easy he is,” Diana said through clenched teeth, “Don't worry, I'll tell her." She offered, gently directing her distraught fiancée to the couch before going upstairs to break the news to you. Five minutes later, Diana came downstairs with a sobbing child in her arms who just wanted comfort from her moms.

Kenza leg bounced up and down in the rather comfortable chair, lost in her thoughts. This was possibly one of the biggest nights of her life, the Ballon d'Or Awards; being nominated for the Kopa Féminin Awards has been the highlight of Kenza's season. If she won this award, she would be the first ever recipient to win the category.  Most importantly, it was the first award show her whole family was coming to.

Paige looked at the girl beside her and rested her hand on her knee before whispering in her ear, "I told you once, and I'll tell you again. You are going to win, stop being so nervous."

"I can't help it," Kenza mumbled back, inhaling sharply. Her eyes watched the stage, seeing her Auntie Meg take the stage.

A bit zoned out, Kenza came back to it when Paige nudged her as Megan announced the winner. "The first Kopa Féminin Award goes to..." Megan smiled as her voice broke with emotion, "my Kenny, Kenza Creoxells."

Blood rushed to Kenza ear as she sat there with a dumbfounded expression on her face as she took in the information. She got up after Alexia came to the table and basically pushed her out of the chair.

Taking the stage after accepting the award and hugging her auntie. Kenza looked in the crowd scanning the room, she saw her mom and mami, Paige, her Barca teammates, even some of her friends from UConn and Yale. Her eyes paused on the empty seat, her eyes going to her moms who has the same sympathetic looks on their faces. A odd sense of deja vu washed over Kenza before she shook her head of her thoughts.

"Kenza Creoxells is the first ever recipient of the Kopa Femenin Award earning it for her work with Barcelona Femení." The announcer said making people cheer louder, as the picture of Kenza doing her signature celebration is blown up on the screen.

"Wow, I have nothing to say but thank you. Thank you to my Mama who let me move in with Auntie Alexia because she saw that this was truly my dream. Thank you to my Mami who literally never let me quit no matter how much I wanted to. Thank you to everyone at Barcelona for giving me a chance and my teammates for helping raise me. Thank you for my team and Yale, my friends as UConn and Paige for always being there. You all have truly become my family and I can't ask for any more than that, thank you," Kenza sniffled before she walked off the stage and more applause thundered throughout the building.

Kenza sat outside of her own party, playing with the Barcelona flag wrapped around her. She had escaped the party after winning the Kopa Award, feeling particularly overwhelmed. Her initial plan on sneaking out with Paige was squashed when she saw Mapi talking Paige's ear off.

"My Enzy! Look at ya! Kop' Winner!" A familiar deep voice thundered.

Kenza looked up from her place on the steps, "Dad?" She quickly got up and took a step toward him, "What are you doing here?"

"My daughter won the... the award! Why wouldn't I be here?" Taking the step forward was a big regret on Kenza's part as the smell of alcohol became prominent. Kenza took in his appearance: Red eyes, stumbling around, she knew he wasn’t sober.

Kenza smiled wryly, "You forgot. You forgot like everything else. Why? Why can't you be a good dad for day, just a day." Kenza sobbed as she sat back down on the steps.

Akoni seemed to sober up at the sound of his daughter's sobs. He sat next to her and sighed, "I have a lot of regrets in life, but having you isn't one of them. Not being there for you, is. I'm a deadbeat, drunk with too much money. I was never worthy enough to be your father, I knew that as soon as I held you. After your mom and I broke up, I spiraled. Don't be like me Enzy, be better."

Kenza sobs only grew louder as she rested her head against Akoni's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Enzy."

[inkher0]

Hiii, if your still doing art requests, can you please draw Jane the killer and her wife Mary please?

You've got a nine to five

so I'll take the night shift

And I'll never see you again

if I can help it

[chiarrara]

you've got a nine to five so I'll take the night shift, and I'll never boop you again if i can help it

[writing-intheundercroft]

WIP: The Night Shift

you've got a nine to five, so I'll take the night shift;

and I'll never see you again if I can help it

A/N: Needed to take a break from my long fics for a moment, but I'm still drafting and working on my second person writing! Also, I heard Phoebe Bridgers cover Night Shift, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind. Soooooooo therefore, expect a nice long one shot of Auror!Sebastian x Reader coming soon! Sneaky peek below:

You jolt out of bed, a blue wisp of a rabbit bouncing around your bedroom.  It’s rare to get a patronus message at this hour; it can only mean an emergency at the hospital.  It also must be bad, considering they’re calling you in on your day off.

Without another thought, you tumble out of bed, rushing to your wardrobe to pull out your clothes.  Your unit specifically wears a deep purple–dark enough to hide stains.  Your shrug on undergarments and petticoats, and a burgundy gown with a high neckline.  Your hands know exactly how to tighten your hair into a knot within a minute, having perfected the craft over the five years of your career. Your wand is stowed in your dress pocket; you’ll take an apron at the ward.  Grabbing a fistful of floo powder next to your fireplace, you step in, yelling out for St. Mungo’s.

The ward is in a flurry as you step out of the flames.  Another healer hands you a white cotton apron, which you wrap around your waist as you hold your wand between your teeth.  There are men all over, gashed and bleeding, as other healers take their information. 

“What’s happened?” You bark at an orderly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Auror ambush by some ashwinders,” he says dryly. “It’s awful.  Lost a few–even more are bleeding.  It’s dark magic, some sort of spell to keep the wounds bleeding.”

“Of course it is, those bastards.” You mutter. “I’ll take the worst of them.  Can someone bring me a coffee?”

He nods, pointing over to a bay of beds a few feet away. “Those three–they specifically requested you.” He hands off the charts, promising a caffeinated beverage.

You’re about to start flipping through the charts when you hear your name.  Your head flies up at the familiar voice, and you feel the blood drain from your face. You can see Everett Clopton waving his hands at you; Andrew Larson’s voice is yelling behind the curtain.  And just your luck, a pair of black shiny dress shoes are dangling off the examination table, twisted in an unnatural way.

Before you even realize it, you’re running to them.  The charts are promptly cast onto the side table when you duck behind the curtain, a gasp catching in your throat.

Sebastian looks awful.  

Correction–Sebastian looks dead.

[ereardon]

A Place Like This [Ch. 7][Rhett Abbott x OC]

Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 2.4K

Warning: Cursing, angst, fighting, smut

Series masterlist here

Contrary to what the Abbots thought, and probably the entire town of Wabang, you hadn’t gone to business school hoping you’d end up in a job like you had. 

You had gone because opportunity is a strange thing. 

Your parents did well enough. But they worked long hours and you spent more time with your grandmother from ages eight to eighteen than you did with your own mother. 

The day you got your acceptance letter to Wharton, you went to the cemetery and laid the paper letter on the ground, sitting crossed legged in front of the simple rounded tombstone you had picked a year earlier. 

“I did it, Ma Ma,” you whispered softly. “I did it.” 

It was her dream for you to go to college. Her dream was for you to get a graduate degree. She pushed you to be the best. She wanted more for you than she had been able to do.

Every single day you wondered if you were tarnishing her memory by doing a job that ruined other people’s lives. No matter how good you were at it. 

You knew that she would be so disappointed if she saw what you were doing in Wabang. 

***

“Rhett,” you whispered. 

“Julia.” 

You took a step back, Rhett’s hands falling from your neck. You shook your head. “This is crazy, OK. You can’t just come in here all heated and sweet and act like you didn’t walk out of here while I was sleeping. Act like you didn’t get scared and fucking run away. You’re giving me whiplash, Rhett. What do you want from me?” 

“I want you.” He stepped closer, sliding his large hands across your waist, bunching up your oversized shirt in the process. “Julia. I mean it this time.” 

“Do you know what wanting me means?” you whispered. “It means you want me for the good and the bad. It means you don’t leave in the middle of the night.” You paused. “It means you can’t hate me for what my job requires me to do.” 

“I’m never gonna be OK with you trying to get us to sell the ranch,” Rhett said, his voice thick and deep. “All I know is I want you. I need you. What you do from nine to five doesn’t change that for me.” 

“What happens when I leave?” you murmured. “Then what?” 

“Maybe I'll go with you.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?” 

“I don’t know anywhere else,” Rhett replied. “But I don't think that really matters. Not when I know you. And maybe one day you’ll love me. And maybe that’s gotta be enough for now.” 

You looked up at him. His hair that was perfectly curling below the baseball cap at the nape of his neck. The tanned skin that knew what it was like to spend hours, days, outside in all conditions. The rough, strong hands that could caress your body but also repair a roof. 

“Julia,” he whispered gruffly. “Let me make you mine.” 

Against your better judgment, you reached up, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling his face in toward you, locking your lips to his, feeling Rhett’s fingers tighten on your waist as he lifted you up, pressing your back against the empty wall, kissing you like he wouldn’t wake to see the sunrise tomorrow. 

Rhett was everywhere. His hands on your waist, his mouth dragging from yours, down your chin, across your neck, kissing the space around your clavicle, latching onto the delicate skin behind your ear. You moaned and threaded your fingers into his hair near his neck, whining as he shifted your legs so they were wrapped tightly against your waist as he held you pinned against the wall, his hips rutting against yours, until you could feel him growing hard against your pelvis. 

“Fuck, Rhett,” you muttered as he pulled his lips from your skin, looking up at you with rapt eyes. 

Without saying, Rhett knew what you were thinking. He carried you across the small living room into the bedroom, putting you down gently on the bed. Before you could even speak, Rhett had you pulled to the edge of the bed, his fingers hooking in the band of the underwear you were wearing, tearing them off with a sharp snap, his mouth on your folds as you tossed your head back in a whine. 

“Shit,” you whispered, one hand coming out to push off his baseball cap before threading your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer.

Rhett slipped his tongue in your slick hole as you writhed above him on the bed, flicking his tongue over your folds up to your clit. He groaned as you squeezed his head with your thighs, the rumbling groan sending shooting vibrations through your core, causing you to gasp in pleasure. “Fucking hell, darlin’,” he whispered. “You’re so damn wet for me.” 

“Don’t stop,” you begged as he dove back in, nose pressed tight against your clit, his tongue lapping at your folds as one finger pressed into your tight hole. You moaned as he slid in a second finger, curling at the top, practically coaxing an orgasm out of you. “Shit, Rhett!” you cried as you came on his fingers and face. 

He pulled back, licking his lips, and held out his fingers toward your mouth. “Lick them,” he demanded and your eyes widened but you opened your eyes. “Taste good, baby?” he asked, rolling his thick fingertips across your tongue and you nodded dumbly. 

Rhett stood up, pulling off his dirty jeans and unbuttoning his shirt. You ripped off your oversized shirt, reaching out for his thighs before he could sit down on the bed. “Now I want to taste you,” you murmured and Rhett groaned as you slid off the bed onto your knees in front of him. He backed up a step, leaning against the wall, as you dug your fingertip into the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down. He stepped out of the leg holes and you were face-to-face with his hard cock. You could feel yourself dripping onto the hardwood floor where you knelt naked between his legs. 

You leaned forward, running one finger along the shaft of his cock. Rhett tipped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, groaning loudly. You pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his weeping cock before wrapping your hands around the base, taking him into your mouth in one movement. 

Rhett’s hands slapped the wall behind him as you bobbed your head further down his cock, massaging his balls with one hand while the other wrapped around his waist to his ass, tugging him closer, his cock hitting the back of your throat, forcing saliva out of the corners and causing a gurgling, sloppy noise to echo in the small bedroom. 

“Fuck!” he whimpered as you took him deep into your throat, looking up at him with doe eyes. He watched his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again. “Julia,” he whispered as you slid your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock before taking him back into your mouth, practically choking on his thickness, tears starting to stream down your face. “Baby, you’re so good, gonna make me come all over that perfect fucking mouth. Honey, please, please, want to fuck you,” he begged but instead you increased your grip on his hip, tugging him in closer, watching as he moved his hand from his sides, coming to grab your head, giving in to his desires, thick fingers tightening in your hair as he guided your mouth down onto his cock over and over again until he was practically crying in ecstasy. “Fuck, Julia, feel so fucking perfect, going to come down your goddamn throat.” And then with a final grunt he was spilling his seed into your mouth, down your throat, watching as it filled you, dribbling out of the corners of your mouth as he fucked into you a few more times, relishing in the feeling of your tongue and cheeks milking him. 

Rhett loosened his grasp on your head and you pulled back, swallowing loudly, wiping at your mouth with your hand as you rocked back onto your knees and looked up at him expectantly. 

“Shit,” he whispered, reaching out and rubbing one thumb over your cheek. “Come here, darlin’, let me hold you.” 

And then you were both on the bed, Rhett’s arms wrapped around your waist, your arms around his shoulders as you laid on top of him, grinding your wet cunt against his hip as he kissed you feverishly. You whimpered into his mouth as you shifted to the right, feeling his sticky cock start to harden against you. “Please,” you whispered. 

Rhett smiled, reaching down and squeezing one ass cheek. “Give me two minutes, princess. And then I promise, you can fuck me as long as you want.” 

You nodded, reattaching your lips to his. But you couldn’t help yourself, you were wiggling your hips against him, feeling his cock harden as you pressed into him until finally Rhett pulled away with a smirk. “Fuck, baby, you’re desperate aren’t you?” 

“I want you, Rhett,” you whispered against his neck, lips kissing behind his ear, down toward his collarbone. 

“You have me,” he replied. “Honey, you have all of me. Everything I can give you is yours.” 

You grinned against him, sitting up, straddling Rhett’s hips. You leaned back, lining his cock up with your entrance, looking at him for approval. 

Rhett leaned back against the pillows. “You gonna ride me like a little cowgirl?” 

You smirked. “While in Wyoming, right?” And then you lifted up, sinking down on his thick, aching cock as Rhett’s mouth fell open in a deep groan. You practically screamed as you took him all the way inside of you, his thick cock threatening to split you in two. Rhett’s hands came out to steady your hips and you leaned forward, one hand on his chest, bracing yourself. 

“Take it slow, sweetheart,” he murmured sweetly. “Take your time, honey. Just breathe.” 

You closed your eyes, pulling your hips up an inch before sliding back down on him, whining at the stretch of his cock as he filled you. 

“Just like that, baby,” Rhett whispered, his fingers rubbing reassuringly on your hips. “Taking me so good, honey.” 

You opened your eyes, watching him with your mouth hanging open as you shifted forward and back, starting to find your rhythm, feeling Rhett’s thick cock slam into the gummy part of your walls as you moaned on top of him. 

One of Rhett's hands found your breast, tweaking your nipple. He helped rock you forward and backward on his cock, your clit skimming over his pelvis with every movement, sending you into overdrive. 

You were panting, whining on top of him as Rhett lifted his hips, fucking into you, one of his thick thumbs circling your clit expertly. “Rhett,” you moaned, your eyes glued on his. “Fuck, God, think I’m going to come.” 

“Come for me, darlin’,” he urged as your eyes rolled back into your head, hips stuttering as you chased the orgasm on his cock, a scream ripping itself from your throat as you collapsed forward onto his chest with labored breaths. Rhett rubbed your back with one hand, continuing to fuck hard inside of you. “Good girl,” he whispered as you whined against him. “Sit up for me, baby.”

You rolled off of him and Rhett quickly repositioned you on the bed, face pressed into the pillow, ass and hips in the air as he tugged you back on his cock, practically growling as he plunged into you. This time he hit deeper than before and your moans spilled onto the pillow and duvet as Rhett’s fingers gripped your hips, fucking into you hard, every thrust eliciting a string of perfect moans from his mouth. 

“Fuck, yes, so fucking tight,” he groaned as you whined beneath him. “Gonna fill this perfect pussy up. Make you mine. Fuck, Julia, you’re so goddamn perfect.” 

Rhett reached down, palming one of your breasts as his sweaty chest pressed against your back and you whimpered while he slammed his cock into you, finger squeezing your nipple before letting go, tugging you by the hair until you were flush with him, the two of you on your knees on the bed, his arm now wrapped around your middle as he fucked up and inside of you. 

“Shit,” he moaned, one hand trailing down to your throbbing, soaked clit. His fingers started to circle the swollen bundle of nerves, causing you to whimper loudly, the sounds in the room your whines mixed with the sloppy sound of skin slapping. “Come for me, darlin’, come one more time for daddy.” And then you were breaking around him, eyes glued shut as you trembled in his arms, Rhett’s fingers circling hard on your swollen clit as his hips stuttered, cum shooting in hot ropes inside of you, filling you. 

The two of you collapsed onto the bed and Rhett rolled off, quickly gathering you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your temple. “Come here, darlin’.” 

You nestled deeper in Rhett’s arms as he held you, whispering lightly in your ear. 

“What’s Chicago like?” Rhett whispered. 

You smiled. “You’d hate it. It’s just building after building. No grass. Barely any air. Subway tracks above ground. Cold as fuck in the winter. Hot as hell in the summer.” 

“But you’re there.” 

“Yeah,” you murmured. “When I’m not traveling, I’m there.” “What neighborhood do you live in?” “Gold Coast,” you said. “It’s nice. Nicer than other parts I guess.” 

He was silent for a moment. Then, “Julia?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I want more than this place,” Rhett said. “Want more than the life that has been laid out for me.” 

You rolled over, running one hand down Rhett’s face. “Are you saying you want to leave Wabang?” 

He nodded. “When you leave, I’m going with you.” 

“What about your family?” you asked. “What about Amy?” 

He grimaced. “I don’t know. But if there’s no town, then there’s really nothing left for me here. There's nothing left for any of us. We'll all just going to have to figure out a new way to live.” 

"Rhett? I've been thinking." You brushed his hair out of his face. “And i think I have an idea.” 

“What kind of an idea?” 

You smiled. “There might be a way to save Wabang.” 

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[raven]

YOU GOT A NINE TO FIVE SO I'LL TAKE THE NIGHT SHIFT. AND I'LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN IF I CAN HELP IT

[kalrialcock]

you've got a nine to five so i'll take the night shift... and i'll never see you again if i can help it...... YOU'VE GOT A NINE TO FIVE SO I'LL TAKE THE NIGHT SHIFT... AND I'LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN IF i can help it

[tragicalwisteria]

YOU GOT A NINE TO FIVE SO I'LL TAKE THE NIGHT SHIFT AND I'LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN IF I CAN HELP IT

[terrainofheartfelt]

you've got a nine to five so I'll take the night shift and I'll never see you again if I can help it in 5 years I hope the songs feel like covers dedicated to new lovers

[atlas-affogato]

"I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl" and "I always want you when I'm finally fine" and "I fell in love with a war and nobody told me it ended" and "I know I ended it but why won't you chase after me?" and "I don't think I love you anymore, that gold mine changed you" and "I gave you all my trust and told you just don't break it" and "If I'm so special why am I secret" and "go on and step on me" and "I'm going to pack my things and leave you behind" and "You've got a nine to five so I'll take the night shift, and I'll never see you again if I can help it" and "You don't know what I'd do for you" and "I loved you like the sun"

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Age Of Consent [part nine]

Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 1,708

What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, drug use, tobacco use, alcohol use, and a lot of profanity. This is a slow burn- buckle up, buttercup.

A/N: Internal screaming for y'all to read this one.

Read Part Eight

It had been three weeks.

For the most part, your life had seemingly fallen back into place.

One of the girls from work was on maternity leave, so you were picking up all of her shifts to make some extra cash and keep yourself busy. It had helped somewhat in keeping Eddie off of your mind. It took Dustin a few days, but he eventually got the memo that under no circumstance did you even want to hear the name Eddie Munson ever again.

You had been hanging out with Robin and Steve more often, which was nice. The best part was that, with them, you didn't even need to remind them to not ask about it- they just knew. Despite the fact that you weren't big on having company other than yourself, you really had begun looking forward to movie night with them, and sometimes after work you would all grab pizza from Antonio's.

"Y/N!" You heard your boss call from behind the counter. "Phone call on line one!"

You furrowed your brows and sat down your price gun before heading over to the cash registers.

"Hello?" You asked, answering the phone.

"Do you think you could give me and Mike a ride home tonight?"

"Dustin," you replied flatly. It was Thursday, the typical day for a certain after-school activity. "I know what you're doing, I'm not stupid."

"I'm not doing anything, Y/N," he replied. "Mom has bingo tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler are taking Holly to the movies, we asked Steve but he's working, and Nancy said no. We've asked everyone, come on, please!"

"Okay, I'll come and pick you dweebs up. But, listen to me very clearly, Dustin, I don't care what your precious little Dungeon Master says, you are in my car by 8:00 PM or I will dethrone him, do you understand me?"

"Yep, totally understand, thanks sis!"

You heard the phone click and rolled your eyes before placing the phone back on the hook. You sighed, knowing that you should just make them walk or bike home, but it was cold and it had been raining all day. Your mother would never forgive you if precious Dustin got sick because you forced him to find his own way home in the rain.

By the time you got home, your mother was already gone to bingo. There was a note on the refrigerator reminding you that there were leftovers and that she would be home by 9:00. You pulled the cold dish of lasagna out of the fridge and cut yourself a small piece before placing it into the microwave. It was only a few minutes past 5:00, which meant you had a few hours to kill.

Around 8:00, you went ahead and left for the school, just in case the club had conceded earlier than normal- you didn't want to leave those little shits out in the rain without a ride. Parked under a street lamp in the parking lot of Hawkins High, you waited, getting through a few chapters of your novel.

When the clock hit nine, you closed your book and tossed it up on the dashboard. You craned your neck to look over at the double doors, fingers impatiently tapping on the steering wheel as you did not see any nerdy kids exiting the building.

"Five more minutes," you whispered to yourself wanting to be fair.

But five minutes came and went, then ten, then twenty.

You threw open the car door and slammed it shut behind you; annoyed, pissed, and ready to cause a fucking scene. You rounded the corners of the hallways, damp shoes squeaking with each step you took towards that God-forsaken classroom.

"Alright you fuckin' losers, let's go." You came through the door only to be met with silence. The room was empty, save for Eddie who was sitting on top of the table where he usually had the game set up. "Where's Dustin and Mike?"

"They got a ride with Lucas after school," he replied as he slid off of the table. You scoffed. Another set-up. "Look, can we please- just talk to me, hear me out."

"I don't want to talk to you, Eddie." You inhaled a sharp breath and exhaled slow. "I want to get over you."

"I was studying," was his reply.

"What?"

"I was studying," he repeated. "That day in the woods with Kelly. I was out there studying to get some peace and quiet. And yes, she wanted some pot for a party she was having, but I stopped bringing it with me." He was closing the gap between you. "I'm doing everything that I can to get out of here so that you and I-" he took your hands and placed them on his chest. "All I care about is being with you and not fucking it up again."

"Eddie," you said sternly as you pulled your hands back. "I don't care what you were doing. I knew this was a bad idea and I'm done playing this game. I just want to move on from this, okay?"

You turned and began to head out of the classroom but Eddie's voice stopped you. "But you can't move on, can you?"

No. Fuck.

You didn't answer, just stood there for a moment with your back to him before you had the courage to take a step out of the classroom. You didn't turn back to look at him, didn't say anything else, just left. Once again. Just like the first time you had seen him again after two years. And just like then, you should have never been here. If you had only listened to yourself the first time.

It was starting to rain again when you got to the parking lot. It wasn't pouring, but it was drizzling and your breath could be seen in the air. It was dark, the two dim street lamps didn't provide much light as you hurried to your car to not catch pneumonia.

"Hey!" You heard from behind you, the doors to the school slamming open. You stopped, just then reaching your car, and turned around, ready for another argument. "You know, the last few times that we were in this situation I just let you walk away, and last time I stood there in that fucking room and I told myself that I should go after you, and I didn't. I tell myself every time and every time I end up regretting it."

"Eddie, what are you-"

"I knew you were going to try-" He pointed a finger in your direction as he continued to stomp towards you. "I knew you were going to try and walk away. And why? It's because you expect me to just let you, isn't it?" He was closing in quickly and before you realized what was happening he was standing directly in front of you- hands on either side of your face. "Yeah, that's not happening this time."

He kissed you with all of the regrets that he had been holding in for two years. You could feel his heart like a hammer in his chest as he pulled you into him. Your lips and tongue moved in tandem, dancing with a partner they could never forget. No matter how hard you tried, there was no escaping that you loved him. You had always been in love with him.

Breathless, you pulled away; looking up at him with his doe eyes- hair damp from the drizzling rain, the water droplets illuminated in the light like a goddamn halo.

"I didn't come after you at graduation because I didn't deserve you," he said quietly. You went to speak but he continued. "No, I know I didn't. It's a goddamn fact. I was selfish. I pushed you away. But now? Fuck, if I wouldn't do anything for you. I mean, you say 'jump', and I'm- I'm nosediving off that goddamn cliff."

"And I meant what I said about counting the fucking days- every day- for two years. You were burned in my goddamn head. Everywhere I looked, you were there; sitting in the library, the hallway between classes, waiting for me at the picnic table outside of the fucking trailer." He stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh. "But you weren't there, you were just-" he tapped the side of his head. "In here."

"Now you- you gave me a chance to show you that I was different- that I wasn't the same, stupid kid." He said. "And I know I succeeded. You want to know how I know?" You raised an eyebrow. "Because you ran. You ran, and you did it because you're scared. You're so fucking scared of love. Well, guess what, sweetheart? So is everyone else! I'm standing here, scared shitless and still confessing my fucking love for you like some goddamn idiot."

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?" He said as he geared up for the disappointment.

"You're right."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You're right," you said once again a little louder this time. "I love you."

"Hold on," a smile crept to his lips as he cupped his hand behind his ear. "Can you say that one more time, I'm hard of hearing- all those years playing in a metal band, you know." He joked.

"Eddie Munson," you announced loudly. "You are right and I fucking love you!"

"Oh, I knew that!" He was grinning ear to ear. "Did you guys know that?" He jokingly looked around at the empty parking lot. "Everyone knew that, babe."

You gave him a light shove, but he pulled you back into him just as quick; his lips enveloping yours once more.

"Just say it one more time," He asked softly.

"I love you."

"Oh," his lips mumbled against yours. "I don't mean to keep bringing up the past, but I'm pretty sure the last time I saw you, you said you were coming to visit your boyfriend for lunch." His smile was uncontainable.

"Yes," you rolled your eyes. "That is what I said, please don't make me regret it."

"Not a chance in the world, sweetheart." He replied with a sweet kiss. "You're mine for good now."

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[sophsicle]

i’m so sad regulus never got to see james in animagus form,, he would have loved it so much, he would have loved boo even more

Okay I know this was not a prompt but I wanted to

"Was that a twig? Did I just step on a twig? Where the hell are we?"

"Sh - Merlin, you're worse than Sirius. Keep your voice down would you?" Regulus glares, though considering he's currently wearing a blindfold it's not very effective.

James's hands are warm and steady on his shoulders, and for all his complaining Regulus doesn't mind being lead by James. He'd follow him anywhere.

Not that he wants James to know that, of course. His ego is already monstrous.

"Step up," James says, Regulus lifting one foot and then the other.

"Why do I feel like you've brought me into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night?" Regulus asks.

He gets silence in response.

"James I swear to god-"

"Just trust me okay?" James cuts him off before he can get going. "You'll like this."

Regulus rolls his eyes, another expression of distain lost because of the blindfold. It really is holding him back. "You know," James says after a few seconds. "The fact that you're afraid of the forest is kind of adorable."

Regulus thinks he might actually growl. "You're so fucking lucky I can't see you right now."

James squeezes his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, you're a big baddie, I'm quivering in my trainers."

Regulus makes sure to jab him with his elbow which, he has been informed, is exceptionally pointy.

"Fuck Reg."

Regulus smiles triumphantly.

"Brat," James's voice is right by his ear, breath hot, snaking down his neck. James kisses his cheek before pulling away.

They keep walking for a few more minutes before James finally comes to an abrupt stop. "This is good."

"Great," Regulus says flatly. "Can I take this off now?" he reaches for the blindfold but James slaps his hand away. "No! Not yet, just wait." James lets go of him, which is maybe the first moment that Regulus feels uncertain. Blind and alone. He slides his wand into his palm, though he isn't sure what good it'll do if he can't aim. "James?"

"Sorry, just, count to ten okay? Then take it off." He sounds like he's a few feet away now. And for a horrifying second Regulus wonders if he's going to leave him here. Which - he isn't afraid of the Forbidden Forest, lets get that straight, but, he also isn't a fan of being...alone in the dark. It feels too much like being punished. "I'm not going anywhere Reg, okay? I'm gonna be right here when you open your eyes," James says, like he can read Regulus's thoughts. Which is simultaneously comforting and annoying at the same time.

"I'm fine," Regulus says flatly. He knows the expression James is making even without looking. It's one he privately calls "exasperated fondness".

"Start counting okay?"

Regulus rolls his eyes again. "One, two, three, four -"

He hears rustling. "- five, six, seven, eight - "

He's almost positive something drops to the floor.

"-nine, ten."

Regulus rips off the blindfold, blinking into the dark forest. It's hard to see, even with the lantern James has hung on one of the branches. The stars just barely visible through the trees above them.

It takes Regulus a minute to get his bearings. And then he sees something move.

"Fuck," he stumbles back, wand flying up as a large dark shape distinguishes itself from the shadows. It's tall and muscular, with great big antlers.

"James!"

His eyes dart around but there's no sign of the other boy.

"Motherfucker, if this is your idea of a prank I swear to god I'm going to kill you!"

The animal lets out a breath - almost sounds like a snort. It steps forward again and Regulus shakes his wand. "Take another step and I'll be mounting your head on my dorm room wall."

The animal makes that noise again - it really does feel like it's laughing at him - then it dips its head low, shifting slightly more into the light of the lantern. And for the first time Regulus is able to get a good look at it. Able to recognize it. A stag. Like his Patronus.

Its eyes watch Regulus, kind and patient, something captivating about them. Something that pins Regulus against the tree behind him.

"James?" he finally calls out again, voice bouncing around. The stag paws at the ground and when Regulus looks down he notices James's wand lying a few feet away in the dirt. His eyes bounce from the stag to the wand and back again.

He feels his whole body sag in relief. "Oh you have got to be joking."

The stag - James - honest to god smiles. If not with his mouth than with his eyes.

"You fucking idiot what did you do, not Polyjuice surely?"

James gives a small but clear shake of his head.

"Animagus?"

Smiling again. Those smiling goddamn eyes. They'll be the death of Regulus, he just knows it.

"Idiot. Absolute idiot. Unregistered I imagine?"

James trots forward nudging Regulus with his noise.

He'll take that as a yes.

"It's a crime that you're this good at magic you know? Imagine if that talent had been given to someone who wanted to do more than muck about - oh fuck off!"

James has just given him a big, slobbery, lick, right up the side of his face. "Disgusting," Regulus tries to step away, wiping at his cheek with his jumper, but James doesn't let him get far, crowding against him, nudging him with his nose and forehead.

"You know," Regulus says as he allows himself to bullied into the middle of the clearing. "For a stag you sure act a lot like a dog."

James apparently likes this because he licks him again.

"Oh my god - stop doing that!" but he's laughing despite himself, James making those breathy noises that Regulus takes to mean he's doing the same.

Eventually James lifts his head, pulling himself up to his full height, antlers sparkling in the beams of moonlight pitter-pattering down around them like raindrops. Regulus feels overwhelmed at the sight, heart swelling in his chest, pressing against his ribs.

Before he can stop himself he reaches out, hand trailing down James's neck, causing James to close his eyes. He can feel the heat through his fur, the muscles, powerful and dangerous and just below the surface. It makes Regulus's stomach flip.

"You're beautiful you know?" suddenly whispering.

James opens his eyes, and Regulus almost can't take it. Almost has to look away. And then, without warning, James kneels down in front of him.

Regulus stares at him, wrinkling his forehead.

"You taking a nap Potter?"

He swears James rolls his eyes. But before Regulus can say anything else he's nodding his giant head towards his back. Regulus stares for a few more seconds.

"You...you want me to ride you?" He wrinkles his nose. "Okay that sounded a lot dirtier than I meant it to."

James snorts before nodding at his back again.

"I'm not going to - ow!"

James has just poked him with the tips of his antlers.

"This is ridiculous."

But the stag remains firmly on the ground.

Regulus would like to say that he maintained his dignity and turned on his heels, walking straight out of the forest. Unfortunately, as has been proven many times, he has no dignity when it comes to James Potter.

Grumbling, he throws one leg over, sitting himself firmly on James's back. James makes some sort of noise of approval before he starts to move.

"Oh god!" Regulus pitches forward, arms wrapping around James's neck, face buried in his fur. "If you break me before the Quidditch season is done I swear I will make your life hell."

But James is immune to his threats at this point, happily trotting through the woods.

It takes some getting used to - to the muscles moving underneath him, to the height that somehow feels so much more daunting than it does when he's on his broom. But eventually, Regulus's grip loosens and he lets himself sit up straight.

James moves through the trees with grace, barely seeming to feel the weight of Regulus on his back. And somehow, even without being able to see his face, Regulus knows that James is happy.

After a few seconds Regulus tilts his head up towards the sky, closing his eyes and letting the cool night wind blow through him. Something about this feels endless. The night. The forest. The stars. Like nothing can touch them here. The real world disappearing

This moment is magic in its purest form.

Still with his eyes closed Regulus feels his mouth spread into a smile. And then, before he can stop himself, he starts to laugh.

Maybe not my best work but it's still a lil cute right :) ?

[hongjoongscafe]

Heal Our Love

Day 2 of the blogversary drabble week.

Pairing: ceo!husband!seonghwa×wife!oc (A-Yeong)

Genre: angst, fluff, smut.

Summary: he wanted a wife.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol addiction, unprotected sex (you do that and I will hit you unpleasantly), creampie, dirty talk, oral fem., Oppa kink(for @cheline 💓😆)(Lemme know if there is anything else.)

Word count: 5.8k

Note: AU idea and the beautiful fiction picture by our lovely @nanibecute. Thank you so much😘💓

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The loud roar of a sports car echoed in the stillness of the night, indicating his arrival. A-Yeong got up from the couch and stood in front of the main door. Knew very well that her husband would get angry if she wasn't there to greet him and take his briefcase from him and offer him water or whatever he asks for. 

A-Yeong, a young twenty-two years old girl who got herself wrapped with twenty-five years old Seonghwa, the CEO of Park Enterprises. The most famous and rich business is very much popular in South Korea, Dubai, and America. They have many high-end hotels and other businesses around the world, mainly in the aforementioned places but working on other projects in various other countries. 

It keeps Seonghwa fairly busy that he sometimes forgets that he has someone waiting for him back home. But it doesn't make him feel bad, he doesn't care. He is also known as the coldest of the CEOs. He loathes if someone makes a mistake in any way. Even if it is his wife, managers, employees, or even his friends and parents, he will make them realize the worst way possible. 

A-Yeong wasn't rich but she got a scholarship and was able to study in the best business school in London, England. That's where she met with Seonghwa. 

It didn't take time for her to fall in love with Seonghwa. Unable to resist, she let her feelings be wild in front of him. As she expected, he was cold as ice. He didn't insult her specifically but did call her an idiot for feeling such things for him. 

But a few months later he contacted her. By now, she was studying and he was already back in Korea and was handling his CEO position. Seonghwa was smart, he knew well about A-Yeong. She was a kind, smart, and intelligent girl. She carried softness around her and welcomed everyone. But this was something he thought was stupid. No one should be this open and welcoming in his perspective. It will only ruin them internally. 

Seonghwa needed a wife. And A-Yeong needed him. Even after he moved away after unintentionally breaking her heart, he knew she still loved him. So he used this to his benefit. 

He asked her to marry him. That way, he could get what he wanted and she would get what she wanted. As he thought, she agreed in a breath and moved to Korea to marry him. She didn't drop out but shifted to online classes that Seonghwa was more than responsible for paying for. 

So, here she was, waiting for her oh-so-lovely husband to come inside and order her like she is a maid. 

The door opened and Seonghwa sighed. He loosened his tie and looked at A-Yeong with one eyebrow raised. "Welcome back home, Oppa," she bowed and took the briefcase from his hand, and gave him space to move inside. One rule he had was for her to always call him Oppa, it kinda took her by surprise but didn't say anything. 

"Dinner?" He asked as he made his way towards his bedroom on the second floor. 

"I'll reheat it by the time you are done," she mumbled. 

A-Yeong left his briefcase in his home office and went into the kitchen to reheat the food. Seonghwa always left a slip every morning on which he left his demand for dinner or whichever meal he would be back for. 

He never showed her emotions. She only wanted him to realize that her love was not a joke. The first thing she was upset about was the fact that he didn't tell her that he asked her to marry him for business purposes. If only she knew. 

"A-Yeong?" Her eyes widened after hearing his voice after nine months. She didn't know if she should be happy or not. 

"S-Seonghwa?" She stuttered. 

"Do you still love me?" He simultaneously asked.

"I—"

"Marry me. Come to Korea. I want you."

"Bu—"

"I'll book your flight and pay for your online classes. Don't worry about anything," with that he hung up, leaving A-Yeong shocked. 

The table was set up with the food. Seonghwa had to admit that she made delicious food. He sat there with A-Yeong on the other side. The only thing going inside his head was his work. He never asked her about how she was or how her studies were going. 

On the other end, she always thought about him. Her mind wouldn't be at peace until he was back at home. He was careless when it came to his own health and it bothered her. 

A-Yeong's thoughts got corrupted by the day they both fought—

"Oppa, I only asked for love! Can't you give that!?" She screamed at him. 

"I don't love you! Who told you that!?" He screamed back after aggressively shutting his laptop. 

"You asked me to marry you!" Her face was red, tears running down her soft cheeks. 

"It doesn't mean that I love you or anything." 

A-Yeong stiffened. She could hear her broken heart crumble. "Then why would you… marry me? I-I'm not even rich," she whispered. 

"It's not always about money. Sometimes it's about reputation and respect," he harshly replied. 

"There is no respect for me…" she sobbed. 

"...my respect in the business world," he said and went outside of his home office, slamming shut the door behind him. 

"At least recognize me," she whispered to no one and sat there, crying the whole night. 

A-Yeong held her tears back. Wanting to get over this awkward dinner, she quickly finished her meal and went into her room… separate room. 

She has always dreamed of a perfect romantic novel-type life, with a loving husband and possibly two children but that was the farthermost thing for now. Her husband doesn't even look at her let alone love her– both mentally and physically. 

His sick games were too much for her fragile heart. There was nothing much she want, just love. Like any other person with feelings, she wanted to feel like she was needed and wanted for real and not for someone's reputation or respect– something she wasn't getting. 

"Mom?" She spoke when her mother picked up the call. 

"Yes, sweetheart?" Her mother's soft voice spoke. 

"I'm gonna catch a flight tomorrow and I'll be coming back to London," A-Yeong informed, trying not to burst into tears. 

"Oh, honey! It's been so long. Is everything oky? Why so suddenly?" Her voice came out worried. 

A-Yeong's eyes shed some silent tears, "everything is great. I just wanna go back home…" I wanna feel loved, was what she wanted to say. 

"Oky, honey. I'll be waiting for you. It's been more than two years. Ah! I'm excited! Is Seonghwa coming?" Her mother asked. 

"Ah, Oppa is busy with his work. You know they are working on many projects so he won't," she felt bitter not telling her mother the whole truth.

"Really? He works so much. Tell him to rest from me, will you?"

"Sure!" She wiped her tears with the back of her hands. "I should go now. I'll text you before catching the flight."

…

It was nine in the morning, and Seonghwa finally came down. Dressed in his expensive Louis Vuitton suit, he was ready to leave after his breakfast. The house looked far too empty and quiet compared to other days. A-Yeong wasn't in the kitchen as she usually would. 

'She must have gone to the farmers market,' he thought to himself and opened the microwave where his breakfast was. Just a typical A-Yeong, still worrying for Seonghwa's health. 

Seonghwa felt disappointed, just a little. He was used to seeing her every morning in her apron, serving him breakfast with a huge smile. He had to say though, that her smile was getting smaller and smaller every day. 

He shook his head and ate his breakfast. He had other important things to deal with. It's not like she left forever. He would see her for dinner. 

...Well, he was wrong. There was still no A-Yeong in the house when he returned. He was so ready to give an earful to her for not greeting him at the door. But didn't hear any rushed footsteps or any noise at all. He went to her room, only to find it empty. He noticed that the room was exceptionally empty. 

Seonghwa never came inside her room when she was awake. He only stepped inside a few times, late at night when she was sleeping. He doesn't know why but whenever he had a particularly bad day, he would come into her room and look at her sleeping form. This never failed to make him feel better and ready for more. 

This was all done without him knowing that he did this. 

The panic rushed into his veins. He ran from room to room like a crazy person trying to find his wife. But no luck. The anger seeped into him as time passed. 

"So fucking careless! Doesn't she know that she has to be here when I come back?" He muttered to himself. 

Tired, he finally slumped on his couch. He sat there, waiting for his wife to come back. He was sure he would be way harsher than at any other time. She couldn't even follow simple rules! 

Looking around, his eyes fell on the folded paper on the coffee table. He sighed and picked it up. Unfolding it, he saw what she wrote —

Oppa… A-Yeong here. I can't take this anymore. I wanna feel loved. I don't want your money or you to pay my expenses. I don't even care if you keep me in a dungeon. All I wanted was your love. I'm a simple woman with simple needs… I don't know why it is so hard for you to love me back… anyway, I'm taking the first flight to London this morning. I have kept the breakfast in the microwave. Take care, please.

I'll file for divorce as soon as I can…

A-Yeong. 

A tear slipped out of Seonghwa's eyes, followed by more. He wasn't expecting her to leave like this. He never felt what love was. But right now, his heart was clenching. 

"What have I done? Why am I so sad!?" He couldn't decipher the hurt in his heart. They have been like this, cold, forever. He didn't care for her but why was he feeling so hurt? Why was his heart cracking? 

…

"A-Yeong! Mr. Kim! Breakfast is ready!" Nari, A-Yeong's best friend from the University, called for her from the kitchen window. 

"Hold on a second… I am almost done!" She and her father were pulling the weed in the tiny backyard. 

"I'm gonna take a really quick shower… it's kinda hot today," her father wiped his forehead with the hand towel hanging from his neck. 

It's been a month since A-Yeong left Seonghwa's house. It has been tough to not think about him. She was worried about his meals and health. She wished he was taking care of his health. It was nerve-wracking. 

As much as she was trying to be chill and normal in front of her parents, she was feeling empty inside. She wanted to feel loved but was not feeling it. It was an empty void in her heart that was taking up more and more. 

A-Yeong's fingers itched to pick up her phone and call Seonghwa every single minute. But she felt dejected when he didn't call her to ask if she was pulling his leg or just straight up getting angry with her. "He probably doesn't even care," she scoffed and piled the weeds in the corner. 

After washing up, she joined her family and her friend at the table. The delicious chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup were already served on her plate.

"So, A-Yeong, when are you returning?" Her father asked. 

"Why? Don't you want me here?" She asked with a pout. 

"No, no. You are my only child. I would love to keep you here forever, under our wings. But now you are married. You have another family to deal with. I just think that you should think about that too," he gently explained his concern. 

"Mhm, your father is right, Yeong-ie. And not to forget Seonghwa's needs," her mother wiggled her eyebrows. 

A-Yeong internally scoffed. He never even touched her somewhere other than the little peck on the cheek at their wedding. 

"Oh, that brings another question…" Nari began, "when are we having Seonghwa junior or A-Yeong junior?" 

A-Yeong choked on her food. Now she regrets not telling them why she came here in the first place. They were far from having children. Hell, she was planning a divorce. 

Divorce. She still didn't do anything about it. As much as she wanted, she couldn't bring herself to file one. Maybe it was fear that Seonghwa would sign the papers and attend court dates without hesitation. In the end, he didn't care for her. So divorcing won't be a huge deal for him anyway. 

"Ah, I understand your concerns. But it's been two years and we only spent time before the wedding. I just wanted to be here… with you all," A-Yeong said. "And for the juniors… Oppa is busy. Bigger projects are standing on his head. We will think about it later on," she swallowed the lump forming in her throat. 

"Sweety, I understand. You can live here for as long as you want. Oky? And about the babies, I'm happy that you both are not rushing into it, or else the child would be neglected," Mr. Kim patted her back. 

"Ah! You kids grow so fast!" Mrs. Kim wiped her happy tears. She was always too emotional.

"I should take these tips from you, Yeong-ah," Nari teased. 

…

Seonghwa hasn't eaten anything in two days, only expensive whiskey was running in his system. His house stunk of alcohol. A-Yeong's absence left him broken. He formed the best friendship with his alcohol. 

He was barely able to handle his business. Thanks to his other officers and managers who were filling up his absence from work. He barely did anything in this past month. He was drowning in his misery. 

At that point, all he wanted was A-Yeong back. He didn't like food that wasn't made by her. He didn't like the fact that there was no one waiting for him at home, so he stopped going out to feel like that. Seonghwa never knew that he cared about his wife this much. All he thought was that this was a business deal. But oh he was so wrong. He now realized that he noticed her every day when they were under the same roof. 

At first, he was angry at her for leaving him without telling him in the face. But then he was angry at himself for letting this happen. He could have prevented this by simply reciprocating her feelings. But no, he was too arrogant to even feel his own feelings. He has been cold forever and didn't know that he was damaging her this much. 

Seonghwa grew up in an environment where everyone was a workaholic. Nobody cared for anyone. They were all about business. His parents never expressed their love for him. He was handed from one babysitter to another like a ball. Everyone was cold and tough. They only smiled for public cameras and never from the heart. 

Now he understands what being loved is like. He realized that he loved the attention A-Yeong gave him. He loved the fact that they were living in the same house. He now realized that after his marriage, he started coming home every day and eating homemade food. 

But it was too late… 

But it's never too late to correct mistakes, his rational side screamed. 

He needed to do something. He couldn't lose his wife. He was thankful that he didn't receive any divorce notice yet. However, now is the time he could make a difference. He needed to act sooner. But he didn't know where she went. 

Seonghwa went into his room to get his phone. He picked it up and called his assistant who picked up his call on the second ring, "Hongjoong? I have an important job for you to do."

…

A-Yeong moved into a small apartment about thirty minutes away from her parents. She built up another lie and told them that she got some work here and will be moving into a separate place for convenience. That didn't stop her from visiting her parents every day. She usually had dinner at their place. This has been going on for a week and a half. 

She had finally started to search for divorce lawyers. One thing was for sure this was going to be expensive. Sooner or later, she needed to ask for help from her parents. This also meant that it was time to disclose the real reason to come back to London to her parents. It scared her. All the couples in her family were happily married. The fact that she was gonna have a failed marriage was like a nightmare. 

A-Yeong took a deep breath and turned off her phone and looked at the clock. It was already ten in the morning. She got up and went for a shower. 

She wore a simple black spaghetti top with some supporting shorts. Grabbing her breakfast which consisted of cereals and a chocolate protein bar, she sat on the floor, in between the couch and the coffee table. She turned on the TV. Changing through the different channels, she stuck to Spongebob. 

After that, she had nothing to do. The laziness took over her eyes and fell asleep on the couch. 

Mr & Mrs. Kim was sitting in the backyard, enjoying their morning. It was a pretty day. The sky was clear, unlike other shady days.

"What do you think about visiting Korea?" Mr. Kim asked his wife. 

"Hm, it sounds good. Why?" She sipped on her late morning tea. 

"Well, I thought we might pay a visit there. Seonghwa has been so busy. I just wanted to go see him," he pouted. He genuinely loved the guy. 

"Don't you think we would be a burden on him? He is busy and if we go, he then has to pay attention to the formalities for us… we should wait for now," she gently responded. 

As Mrs. Kim finished her sentence, their doorbell rang. "Oh, did A-Yeong come this early?" 

"I don't know," Mr. Kim followed as Mrs. Kim stepped inside to open the door. 

As she opened the door, she gasped. "Seonghwa! It's so good to see you again! Oh my goodness. Come on in!" Mrs. Kim giggled excitedly and stepped aside. 

Seonghwa wasn't expecting such treatment. He thought he might get punched in the face for treating their daughter so badly. He was, for the first time, scared. 

'They seem to be oblivious to the divorce fact,' he thought to himself. 

Seonghwa bowed to them and acted as if everything was okay. "It's nice to see you again as well. I hope you both are fine," he shook hands with Mr. Kim.

"Fine as always son!" Mr. Kim began, "but you look weak. Is everything alright?"

"Ahh, right? You look like you haven't been eating properly," Mrs. Kim spoke. "Sit down, I'll make you breakfast. It won't take much time." 

Before Seonghwa could protest, she scurried into her kitchen. Seonghwa felt a lump forming in his throat. He never felt this welcomed in a family before. A-Yeong's family was so genuine and kind. So filled with love. 

'A-Yeong gets her caring side from her parents,' he observed. 

"Work has been taking my time… it still does but I was missing A-Yeong," he wasn't lying so far. "So I thought I should come here and meet her in person."

"Oh, I think she is not the only one missing, huh. A-Yeong lost so much weight in this last month as well. You both should take care of your health more… but it's really sweet that you came this far to meet her," Mr. Kim nodded, impressed. 

"Where is A-Yeong?" He asked, looking around. He felt so nervous all of a sudden. 

"Yeong-ie is at her place… you don't know?" Mrs. Kim came back with a tray full of food. "By the way, this is left over from yesterday. I'm sorry for not making something fresh… there was a lot left."

Seonghwa smiled at the lady. "It's alright. I will eat whatever you feed me…," he looked at the tray and cleared his throat, "and I do know that but I don't have her address. And I wanna surprise her…" well now he was lying. And she was definitely gonna get surprised. 

"That's so nice of you! She is so lucky to have you, Seonghwa," Mrs. Kim smiled widely.

"Not her… it's me who is lucky to have such a wonderful, kind wife," he slightly bowed, "thank you for raising my wife so well. No matter what, it's never enough thanks."

Mr. & Mrs. Kim's hearts swelled with pride and love. Their eyes were glossy. "That's how we know that our daughter is in a good man's hands," Mr. Kim patted Seonghwa's back. 

Oh, Seonghwa wanted to bow down and ask for apologies but right now, he could only think about his wife. He got even more worried, now that he knew she wasn't doing well and was losing weight. "Could I get the address, please?"

…

A-Yeong's sweet nap was disturbed by the obnoxious doorbell. Sighing, she got up and looked in the decorative mirror in her living room. She wiped the drool and combed through her hair with her hands. 

The doorbell rang again making her flinch. "Ugh, I gotta change this hell of a bell," she mumbled. "Coming!"

As she opened the door, her face fell, and her heartbeat increased. Seonghwa was standing there, looking oh so miserable. His hair was longer, his cheeks were all gone, and the big dark eye bags were so prominent. The little shine he had in his eyes was gone. His appearance made her worried at the same time scared. 

"A-Yeong…" he whispered and rushed to hug her. He missed her. Though he never hugged her, he regretted not doing this earlier because she felt warm, she felt safe. "Fuck, A-Yeong, why would you leave me like that," his voice was so hollow, almost sounding like he had no energy left.

"O-Oppa?" She took him inside and made him sit on the couch. "How d-do you know where I live?" She asked ignoring his previous sentence. 

"I didn't know before. I went to your parents and they gave me the address," he saw how her face got filled with horror. "I didn't say anything… they were nice. They fed me breakfast as well." 

Her face softened at his compliment to her parents. She awkwardly sat opposite him, mind filling with the coldness of their relationship. A lump formed in her throat. 

"W-why are y-you here?" She cleared her throat. 

"To take you back," he replied immediately as if he came prepared… which he kinda was. 

"No… I won't go back," she looked dead into his eyes. 

"Please don't say that. I can't without you… please come back. I promise I will do better," he pleaded. 

"No! You are only asking for this because all you care about is your reputation and respect!" She spat the words. "I don't wanna go back and be your maid!" Tears ran down her face.

"Fuck the reputation and respect! I want you! This time, not for the public!" He raised his voice. 

"How can I trust you? Huh?" She raised her voice as well. 

"How do I trust your love for me, then? You left me like that! You didn't even fight for your love!" He was not aware of the things he was saying. Things were being exchanged in the heat of the moment. 

A-Yeong stood up as well as Seonghwa. "I didn't fight for your love?" She whispered. "You fight for your love from the world… not with the person you love, Oppa," her breath came out in pants. "I always asked for love. That was the only thing I wanted from you but your head was deep down into your ego! Oppa I came here to my parents so that I could feel loved, but that was not enough… I only wanted your love to fill the void in my heart!... Please remind yourself how many times I begged for your attention and love… please do," she sat back on the chair with a thump, her head in her hands as she violently sobbed. 

Seonghwa stood there, even more upset. He was an idiot to even doubt her love. He knew very well that she would go beyond the limits to keep him healthy and happy. And here he was, an ungrateful and arrogant mess who was still pointing his finger at his innocent wife. He knew that she deserved better.  She deserves someone who could love her far more than she thought she deserves. But he couldn't let her go. He wanted to make himself better… for her.

He moved closer and kneeled in front of her sobbing form. Taking her hands in his, "I'm sorry, A-Yeong… I ruined good things for you… please forgive me. You can say anything, beat me even. But please… don't leave me like this. I can't live like this. I miss you. I miss seeing you around the house and your little check-ups on me throughout the day," he took a deep breath, "let me heal our love… Give me a last chance. I'll do better. Oky? One month… just one month and I'll prove it to you," his unshed tears finally found their way down his cheeks. 

A-Yeong looked at him. Her mind was empty. All she could see was the sincerity in his eyes. She had nothing to lose. Thinking about it, she wanted to give him another chance. Why not? She was still very much in love. No one can just not love someone after so long. It hurts and if he was ready to heal it, then so be it. 

"One month you say?" She whispered. 

"Please," he sobbed. 

Removing her hands from his, she held his face and angled towards her. His lips, which were soft and pillowy, were chapped. She moved their heads closer until their noses were touching. His warm breath fanned over her lips. 

"Please come back home with me," and then her soft lips landed on his. She felt so soft and silky against his lips. The ache in their hearts dwindled. Seonghwa wanted to go back in time and smack the hell out of his old self for not understanding things sooner. He was so upset about how he missed these things for more than two years. He could have had the taste of his wife's sweet lips. But now was not the time to sulk. It was time to make things right. 

Seonghwa stood up and picked A-Yeong. Her legs were around his hips. Her hands snaked around his neck and caressed his nape. Moving further into the apartment, he kicked open the door of her single bedroom. Nearing the bed, he threw her on it, and she bounced a little making both of them giggle. 

Seonghwa was quick in removing his dress shirt and pants. He then helped A-Yeong out of her clothes and oh she looked like a goddess. He has never seen someone as beautiful as her in his life. "You know I'm holding myself back from hitting myself. How could I not see such a precious goddess before?" He said and settled in between her legs. 

He grabbed her legs and pulled her closer and feverishly kissed her lips. Their tongues tangled together, and they fought for dominance. His hands traveled down her spine as he helped her lay down. He slowly pulled out of the kiss and moved along the jaw. 

His head dipped in her neck as he tried to find the sweet spot, leaving red and purple bruises behind. She moaned when he sucked a particular spot on her neck. He paid more attention to it. 

Sitting back up, he admired his artwork on her. His left hand found its way to her boobs and the other one made its way toward her needy pussy. "So beautiful," he latched onto the other breast and licked her perked-up nipple, and gave it a good suck. At the same time, sliding his fingers up and down on her wet pussy. 

"O-Oppa!" She moaned and Seonghwa's cock twitched, precum dribbling out of his slit.

"That's right, baby. Say it again," he moaned and gave the other nipple his attention. 

"Oppa, please give me more," listening to her, he brought his face near her glistening pussy. 

"Look at you, all nice and wet… just for me?" As he blew his hot breath on her pussy making her flinch. 

"J-just for y-you, Oppa…" she whined and looked down at him who was already looking at her.

Seonghwa smirked and let his long tongue out and teased her throbbing bud. He enjoyed how her face scrunched up and her mouth hung open, leaving a needy whine. 

"Oppa, ple- o-ohhh," she moaned as he roughly sucked her bud. Her eyes rolled at the back of her head. 

"So sweet for me," his deep voice made goosebumps on her skin. 

His warm and wet tongue poked her leaking cunt. He gave a harsh suck and eased two fingers into her. The wetness and the warmth made his cock twitch. She felt so hot. He could feel her clench around his fingers. "Fuck, baby. You are so hot… look, your slutty pussy is taking my fingers so well."

"Oppa, s-so g-good," she grabbed his hair, pulled him closer to her pussy, and grinded against his face. He let her do whatever she was doing before pulling away and manhandling her onto her side. 

He pumped his cock, covering it with his precum and her slick. "You will take Oppa's cock like a good girl, right?" He aligned his throbbing cock with her pussy. 

"Yes, yes… like Oppa's good girl–" she whined as he pushed the head of his enormous cock inside her hot cunt.

"Baby, you are so tight– fUck," he moaned loudly. "So tight. You suffocate my cock so well."

He tried to fit the whole of him but he couldn't, too big for her. "Oh baby, is Oppa too big for you? Hm? I can't fit it all the way in."

"Yes-" she whined. "Wanna fit it all," her tears escaped her eyes.

"Don't worry, baby. We will work on that. Don't wanna hurt you now do we?" He waited for a minute and pulled out until his head was left inside her. And then he jabbed back inside her making her scream his name.

"There, there, love. A bit more," he picked her leg and rammed inside her at an animalistic speed. They both were moaning messes. 

"Oppa!" His cock twitched again, "I'm cumming!" He brought his hand to her clit and rubbed it for her. Her high hit her like a train. Her body jolted and trembled under him. 

Her fucked up state triggered his high as he came inside her with a loud moan of her name. He turned her on her, still inside her. He gently laid on her, without hurting her. His head was right in between her breast. He listened to her heartbeat, it calmed him down, her hand caressing his head was like a cherry on top. 

After coming down from his high, he pulled out of her carefully. His cum dribbled out of her gaping hole. His spent cock twitched slightly. Chuckling, he looked at her face. She was looking at him through her hooded eyes. Her face glowing after sex. 

"Hold on," he gently whispered and hurried inside the bathroom. Coming back after a few minutes, he picked her up in his arms and brought her inside the bathroom. The tub was filled with steaming water along with a lavender bath bomb, which he found in the drawer while trying to find a washcloth, in it. It smelled so good. 

Seonghwa let her get into the tub. He went out, still butt naked, and came back with two champagne flutes and a champagne bottle. He poured some for both of them. He got inside the tub, behind her, and pulled her closer to his chest. Her head comfortably laid on his shoulder. His hands started massaging her shoulders. 

"Thank you," she whispered, sipping on her champagne. 

"No, no. Thank you… for giving me another chance. I feel bad for acting the way I did," he kissed her shoulder. 

"I forgive you…" she smiled. 

"But I'm still the cold CEO for the public," they giggled. 

"Yeah? I'm not gonna lie if you love me like this, that Oppa will turn me on too," he tickled her at her comment. 

"Yeah? Well, my queen will get whatever she wants," they fell into the comfortable silence. 

Seonghwa and A-Yeong cherished this moment. This was their new start… where both of them were soft for each other.

"Why didn't you take care of yourself?" A-Yeong's voice came out sad.

"I deserved this," he kissed her temple. 

"Don't say that…" she whined and looked into his eyes… they were now shining. 

"How about you take care of me and I take care of you?" She smiled widely and nodded, scooting even closer. "Can I ask you something?" 

"Yeah," his hands rubbed her waist. 

"Why didn't I receive any notice… about, you know?" He cleared his throat at the bitter filling. 

"I didn't dare to do so… although I did start finding one but it all seemed bullshit," she replied.

They stayed in the tub for a little longer. A-Yeong came out and started preparing for lunch. In the meantime, Seonghwa changed the bedsheet. 

As they ate their lunch, they started catching up on each other's lives. For the first time, it wasn't awkward or stressful. They held hands on the table and enjoyed each other's company. 

Being tired from the earlier activities and lunch, they went to bed for a nap. It was the first time that they both were in the same bed. Seonghwa cuddled her closer, head on hers. Right before they drifted off, he confessed—

"I love you too…"

.....

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All I Could Say

Pairing: N/A

Reader Type: Gender Neutral Human

Song: It was a sin - The Revivalists

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of smoking.

An: Chapter one of something I'll probably never continue after I post part of chapter two or maybe I'll do a rewrite. Idk. Just trying to keep the blog alive lol.

Word Count: 5642

And if I hadn't said "Hello." What then?

“So do right people with wrong timing ever get a second try?” - (Via Welcometothedarksideofthemoon)

If there was one thing I could wish for it would be to not have to wake up in the mornings. It always came with the expectation that you had to do something. That in order for a morning to be good you had to be productive. God that was a bunch of bullshit. Mornings are for you to contemplate life then immediately go to your nine to five job.

My alarm blares to the right of me Breaking the silence of the room. I pull my arm out from beneath the duvet, goosebumps prickling the skin as it meets cold air. I smack my hand around until I find my phone on my bedside table. Toppling over water bottles and pencils to the floor as I do so. I just pray that one of those bottles wasn't open.

“Ah! Shit!” My dumbass self forgot to turn the brightness down before plugging it in last night. It was four in the morning. Sighing I drop my phone on my bed and cover my eyes with my arm. “God help me.” It’s too early. Why the hell did I live this far out of town again?

The back of my head aches. Tendrils of pain curling around with the promise of a migraine to come.

The end of my bed dips causing me to shift to one side momentarily before a heavy weight flops onto my stomach. Drool seeps through my t-shirt. “G’morning Orion.” My hand meets fur as I scratch behind his ears. “You’re up early. Ya hungry?” He barks once and lifts his head so I can get up. “Let's go get you some food then.”

“Yuck.” I pull my shirt off as I nudge my bedroom door open with my foot. The lock broke a month ago and I'm too lazy to replace it.

I let Orion outside to do his business before filling his bowl up, throwing in some of last nights dinner as well. By the time I started the coffee maker he’s already back inside. Orion drops a stick at my feet and barks once.

“Ah. Gee thanks bud.” Satisfied with whatever was going through his doggy brain he left the stick to go eat breakfast. I toss it into the corner with the other sticks.

After getting my first cup of coffee I hop on the kitchen counter setting the cup to the side as I search my sweats pockets for my cigarettes and lighter. Forgetting I left them in last nights pants.

It doesn’t take too long to find them.

If only mom could see me now. Such a star child I am.

I flick through the radio to find a station to get rid of the silence while I smoke. After settling on classic rock I hopped back on top of the counter to drink my coffee. Flicking through my phone as I do. I flick through any social media for a bit. Looking for any kind of news, messages, notifications.

A picture of Orion had gotten twenty likes on Instagram. He was slowly getting up in age as the years piled on. It showed in the slight grey on his muzzle and feet. In the aching of his hips as he needed more and more help up the stairs or into the pickup. He also slept a lot more, which says a lot for a Mastiff. They already slept a lot. Lazing about during the day. He’s seven now. O got him when I was sixteen. A birthday gift to myself.

“Shit!” The clock read four thirty. I had to be in work by six and I lived about an hour out from Jasper. I down the rest of my coffee, now cold. and ram the end of the cigarette into the ashtray.

I scramble to get ready.

Pulling out random jeans, shirts, and jackets until I find something that sort of matches. Taking a little bit more care to dig through my rings and replace a few piercings so I don’t completely look like a loon.

I forgo cleaning my face to save time and go refill Orion's food and water dish. Leaving the kitchen door open so he can have the backyard.

I shove my wallet and phone charger into my pockets. Along with my lighter and half carton of cigarettes. I flick the lights off as I leave, turning the ac on so it wouldn’t get sweltering in the house.

“No keggers and no girls over.” I point my finger at Orion who huffs from his bed and turns to look the other direction. “Rules are rules man.” Laughing to myself I walk into the garage. My clunker of a truck and my bike sit, waiting. I grab my helmet from the truck bed and pull the keys out of it. Patting the side of the truck I apologize to it. “Sorry blue but you still need fixed.” I’ve been waiting for replacement parts for about a week.

I put the helmet on and get on the bike. Turning the engine on as I kick the stand up. I have to walk it backwards in order to get it out. The garage door clammers closed as I took off down the road.

My mom’s always hated the fact that I ride my bike. Multiple times she’s tried hiding my keys, my helmet. Fuck, she’s gone as far as driving nails into my tires, claming that I must have drove over them on the road. There's more, honestly. But it's not something I can think about without my blood boiling.

This bike was the one thing I had left of my Grandfather. It was his bike when he was younger. And now it’s mine. Maybe one day, if I find someone. I might pass it down. But as for now it's not a concern even worth thinking about. I'm fine as I am. Complete by myself.

It was an intoxicating sense of freedom that this bike gave. One wrong move and it was over. I’d go ass over tea kettle and night night Y/n. Or a trip to the hospital.

It was one thing I could control.

Another way to flirt with death.

I’m in town a while later. The hustle and bustle of the small town is a cacophony of sounds. From cars to children and chiming doors.

The bike's engine rumbles beneath me. My hands tighten and loosen on the handlebars as I roll to a stop. Booted feet planted firmly to the pavement as I waited for a greenlight. I get a few looks, not unusual, A little girl waves excitedly at me and I wave back. The light flicks to green and I take off.

I work in a tattoo shop. When I first came to this town I was amazed that I was able to find one. I pull into the small lot and kill the engine. Shoving the keys into my pocket. The glass door opens with a quiet chiming of bells. I rub my hand over a wooden statue of a dog that sits next to the doorway. A force of habit after working here for so long.

“Y/n! You finally made it!” I laugh and pull my helmet off. I catch sight of myself in the reflection of the window. My hair wild around my face. smoothing it down I reply.

“Hey. I made it on time.” I glance at the clock. “I mean. I’m only a minute late.” The old man smiles.

“C’mon kid. You’ve got an appointment at seven thirty. Set up now and it’ll make your life a lot easier.” John was the store owner. He started the place after he got back from vietnam. He held the same physic he did when he was younger. Corded muscle bound beneath tan skin. Just a slightly more round belly from his beloved apple fritters. I only knew what he had looked like from his wife. A sweet lady who often sneaks Orion treats when she thinks I'm not looking.

“Ya ya I know. Ya mind if I go pop in the Cafe after I’m done? I didn’t get the chance to eat.” John shook his head.

“Kid. I swear if you don’t start eating I'm gonna give you to my wife. N’ she doesn't take no for an answer.” I drap my jacket over the back of my chair, telling him that, indeed, I will try. The last time the couple found out I hadn’t eaten all day, Marie, John's wife, made me eat till I was fill to bursting. Then sent me home with enough food for a week.

I made a tray of brownies, the only thing I could bake without burning, and did all their yard work as a thankyou.

I had gotten two black coffees and two bagel sandwiches from the caffe. The barista was one of my favorites. Always asking about my tattoos and piercings. Asking why I got them and how much it hurt. I was happy, as always, to answer them. Today’s was whether or not it would hurt if they got a vertical labret like my own.

“Come by the shop and find out. Include some of those lemon squares and I'll take some off the price.” They laughed and said maybe some other time.

My seven thirty came in a few minutes early. She was a bit younger than me. Maybe twenty two, twenty three. And this was her first tattoo. She was a bit nervous but still held on to that bubbly personality she had when I first met her. She didn’t get a very big one. and it was on her upper thigh.

After going over the placement she sat on the chair. I taped the hem of her dress so it wouldn’t hike up as I tattooed her. Consistently I asked her if it was ok if I placed my hand here, is this comfortable. Do you feel ok?

It was her first time and I didn’t want her to have the same horrible experience I had.

Her tattoo came out great in the end. If I may toot my own horn for a moment. It was one of my own. A woman from the waist up, a skull in one hand and a sword in the other. A crown of thorns resting on her brow. It was pretty clean linework and shading. One of the best I’ve done so far.

I go over on how to take care of it as I clean everything up and place the protective cover over it. She’s ecstatic as she looks at it in the mirror. The hem of her dress flutters around her thighs as she moves side to side.

“Thank you! It looks amazing!” I just laugh and lead her over to the till.

“Ah, Thanks. M’ just glad you like it. Be sure to come back if you see anything out of the ordinary ok. Don’t be afraid to call either.”

The day basically goes on the same. Consultations, designing new tattoos, and actually tattooing. John has people coming and going for piercings. He’s actually done a few of my own. My labret, tongue, and nose piercing.

My stomach growls as we lock up and clean up. Having skipped lunch and downing an energy drink instead. My body, as tratorus as it was, rebelled against my poor choices.

I pull my jacket on and grab my helmet after cleaning my station. My back aches and my hand hurts from constant drawing and leaning over.

“Heading home kid?” John askes. He had a binder tucked under one arm, phone in hand.

“Ya. I gotta feed Orion, then I might go take a drive.” It was three going on four so I had time before nightfall. John pulled a dog treat out from a drawer on his desk.

“Well, give this to the big guy. Make sure to tell him it was from me.” I smile and take it, putting it into the breast pocket of my jacket so it wouldn’t get crushed.

“I’ll be sure to, John.” The guy loved him. Both dog and man being gentle giants.

The ride home is a bit longer than the way up. Having to pick up groceries for dinner.

Orion could hear me the moment I pulled into the garage. His tail thumping on the floor behind the door. Speaking of which. The moment I open it i’m knocked over by two hundred and forty pounds of slobbering mastiff. He barks twice, nudging me to get off the floor.

“Ya ya, ya old bastard. Here ya go. A gift from John.” Orion perks up at the name as I pull the biscuit out. He nibbles at the end until I release it and tell him “ok”. It’s gone in seconds. He barks once he leaves to go to his bed.

“Really feeling the love bud.” I pull my shopping bags out from the saddle bags of the bike and head to the kitchen. Tossing everything onto the table along with everything in my pockets and my helmet. Dinner was nothing special, a rotisserie chicken, potatoes, mac’n’cheese and some greens. I was too lazy to actually cook anything that night.

Orion rests his head in my lap while I use his head as a table for my sketch book. Doodling new tattoo ideas and whatever happens to pop up in my mind. A cigarette dangles loosely from my lips. Unlit because I didn’t want any ashes to fall on Orion and hurt him. After a while I set it to the side and pet him. Ringed hand going from his head to his back then up again. Orion licks my hand at the fourth round about. Brown eyes looking up at me.

This dog has been with me through some tough times. I left home when I was sixteen. Barely any money to my name. I was homeless for a while. Working odd jobs wherever I could to keep him fed. He’s been with me through yelling and screaming. He’s kept me safe from horrid people. He kept my ex from harming me. Orion was quite literally the only reason I was still on this earth. The only constant in my life that hasn’t left or tried to hurt me.

“I love you Orion. You know that? I hope you do. Oh god. I hope you do.” I bow my head and press a kiss to his head. I know that I’m going to be devastated the day I lose him. I have no idea what I’m going to do without him. Orion licks my hand again. Whining as if he could feel the hurt welling in my chest. I shake my head and lean back against the couch. It wouldn’t do good to dwell on things that haven’t happened yet. Nor is it good to reminisce about the past I've tried so hard to run away from. I haven’t thought about my family in a long time. It wouldn’t do good to dredge up the feelings I've worked so hard to chain down.

“Do ya wanna go for a drive Orion?” I glance up at my bike helmet. He just looks up at me. Then huffs. He used to love driving in the sidecar on my bike. I took it off a long time ago because it got to the point he couldn’t sit in it anymore. I always offered it to him. But, like always, he went and flopped down onto his bed. “Well, i’m gonna go on a ride bud. Ok? You stay here and be good. And I'll bring you back a couple of burgers from KO’s. Despite how bad you stink afterwards.” I give him another treat before leaving. Turning the tv on so he had something to pay attention to while i’m gone.

It’s cooler outside now. The sun slowly sets over the horizon. It felt weird not seeing mountains out in the distance. Just flat land with the occasional rock jutting skywards. As if it were desperate to touch the clouds. I flew along the pavement. Everything is blurring around me. I stay on the main road for a couple of miles before peeling off into an old back road.

Pavement eventually turns into gravel then gravel evens out into solid rock. Cliff faces surround either side of me. The air cools down even further. Icy cold and bitting into my skin despite the jacket as I drive on. The sound of the bikes engine echoes against the rock walls. Deafening to my ears. The rocks close in almost dangerously close. The sides of my legs occasionally brush against the cliff face. If it were any other time I probably would have gotten scared and backed off. Afraid that I would get wedge and unable to get out. But, as it were, I've gone here what felt like over a million times. So I knew that the walls would part again. Opening up to the most bizarre place I had ever seen.

An open lake with large, deep blue crystal jutting put from the ground and rock walls. I've never boon good at identifying crystals so I looked it up online. Nothing I saw looked like what they were. As weird as it was, those crystals were comforting. An image I've drawn time after time.

I just hoped they weren't radioactive and that my hair wouldn't fall out.

I will admit I've checked to make sure I didn't grow any more extra toes once. I. I got a little too high that night.

I come to a stop at the opening of place. Turning my bike off and letting it sit next to the valley. My helmet sits next to my bike as I walk off. It's quite a bit away, the pool of water. Maybe a couple of football fields length away.

The air hums with the strange energy the crystals give. As if though they were singing. My toes touch the edge of the pool. It was crystal clear all the way through. And at the bottom more blue rocks. Like one of those crystal sinks filled with water.

I run my fingers over the surface of the water. Ripples distorting the image below. I hum along with the crystals. My voice echoing in the great chasm. The moon reflects in the pool. Stars looking as if I could reach right down and grab them. I wish I could bring Orion he. He would love it. Peaceful. Almost to the point of near sleep. As if though this was the resting place of tired souls.

I sit down on my heels. Still fluttering my fingers in the waters surface. Fingers tingling from the cold and the crystals. My rings clicked together as I moved my fingers.

As stupid as it sounds I chances swimming in the thing once. Stripped down to my underwear and dove right in. Not only did I freeze my ass off but I fleet whole body tingles for a week after. My entire body feeling as if I got supercharged and down a hundred monsters.

I didn't do it again after.

Not a whole lot anyways.

I lit cigarette and just smoked for a while. Letting the smoke curl around my lips and float into the open air. Just breathing in the good shit and exhaling all the bullshit I had been feeling before I came here. Letting the place wash away all the negativity I held. Wasn't that what crystals were for? Raising your vibrations or some shit.

I jerked my head upwards as I heard another hum. This one more deep and engine like. I glanced at my bike. No. It was turned off. I look back up in time to see the underside of a plane.

I'm calm for all of two seconds before I realize the damn thing is falling down right above me.

I uttered every swear word I knew right then and their. My heart jumping into my throat as I willed my legs to run. Falling flat onto my face and kicking up dirt as I jump back up and run what is hopefully far enough away.

The cigarette falls from my lips as what lands in front of me definitely is no longer a plane. I fall right on my ass and lose my breath as the thing lands. The ground shuddering beneath me.

That mother fucker was a giant robot. My brain resets. Blinking a few times and pinch the skin on my wrist. Hard. Pain bloomed. Nope. This was real.

Deep purple metal glints in the moonlight. Thick legs lead into a thicker waist. Then to broad shoulders and a head with no face. The things looks around at all the crystals. Body vibrating with what I could only call excitement.

"Commander Starscream. I've found the energon deposit." Asshole speaks english then. Dope. And what was energon. From the way the robot rapped it's knuckles on the blue crystals I supposed that's what energon was.

At least a had a name for it now I guess.

I glanced over at my bike. Wondering if I could make it there without altering grape juice there. I was halfway between him and my bike with nowhere to hide. So either I ran now and get caught with a headstart or the fucker sees me standing here and maybe tries to eat me.

I didn't see it coming for me. My eyes still trained on my bike. It wasn't until I heard rocks being crushed underfoot did I realize it was making a beeline towards me. It stops when it realizes that I'm looking right at it.

My heart pitter patters in my chest. Drumming along to the adrenaline pumping in my veins. It's silent. Save for the creeking of my leather jacket and whatever exhale breathing thing it's doing.

Blood rushes through my ears. It's red eyes cycling dark to light then back again. My mouth opens before I realize it.

"What in the fresh fuck are you supposed too be? WALL-E on steroids?" It rumbles deep and heavy. Shaking me where I stand.

"And what are you fleashy? Another Autobot pet?" I snort. Did this reject barny just call me a fleashy?

"Hey tin for brains! I got no idea what the fuck an Autobot is." Bad choice! Holy fuck bad choice for words. A scream hurdles out of my throat as rocks and dirt flung into the air. Raining down upon me. Rocks pelting my head and shoulders as it came back down.

I blink the dust from my eyes and glance to my right. A large crater where ground use to be. Any closer and I would have been incinerated. I swallow thickly and look up at the robot.

"So. Not reject barny then." My voice shudders and my body both shakes and feels like it's floating. I can't move. Frozen to the spot as realization rolls over me in cold wave after cold wave.

I. Almost. Died.

No one would have been able to care for Orion.

He comes for me again.

I'm still frozen.

Move.

Fucking move.

GOD DAMNIT MOVE!

My whole body surges forward. As if though it were a rubber band pulled back as far as it could go before releasing into the air. It shoots again and I wanna vomit. Fear like I had never felt it before.

One moment it's chasing me. The next it stops. I turn around in time to see it being tossed into next Tuesday.

"You will leave the human alone." Its voice rumbles like thunder before a storm. Promises over disaster dangling on the edges. Red and blue become a blue against purple as the two fight before bright blue stained the rocky floor.

Red and blue lays down purple as if it were a child. Cradling it's head as it helps purple lay on the ground. Offering it solace in its final moments.

The crystals change it's humming tune. Red and blue looks over at me. I step backwards. Sky eyes lock onto me. Darkening as if it were upset that I had flinched backwards.

"I am sorry." It rumbles. It's voice unlike any other I've heard. Gentle and commanding. Peaceful yet full of chaos.

"For what? Saving my life? Uhh. Thanks. By the way." I swallow thickly. So either this is hella A.I or...

"I am sorry for what you had to witness. I prefer if less human knew about us. For the safety of your kind. No doubt he has sent images of you back to our enemy." Hold up.

"Barney was taking pics?" My hands shook. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. Whatever cotton candy here considered and enemy I did not want to know.

"Most likely. Yes. We have human allies. And with you being this close to an energon deposit no doubt he has thought you to be an Autobot ally." I say nothing. Do nothing. Was this gonna hurt Orion?

"So what? We part ways and pretend this didn't happen? I move towns and quite possibly see a therapist for what seems like the umpteenth time?" What I previously thought to just be a part of his face retracts. So. He has mouth.

"No." He starts. "You will go back to your residence. I will send Agent Folwer to come bring you to Autobot base in the morning." I raise a brow at him.

"How the hell will you know where I live? That being if I want to even see you again." Still quite a ways away he takes but three steps for him to come close to me. He drops on one knee. Hand dropping down beside me.

"This is for your safety. And that of any family you have. As for figuring out where you live, I will accompany you to assure no Decepticon follows you." His face is now level with mine. "I assure you. I mean you no harm." Something humms deep in my chest. Sparks shooting through from head to toe.

My hand moves on its own. My palm coming to rest upon metal skin. My hand small compared to the rest of him. He lets me. Not budging an inch. My fingers follow the curve of what I assume are his cheeks. The metal surprisingly warm and malleable. My hand shakes as I follow the contours of his face. Right up until I look into his eyes.

Not once had he stopped watching me. Not once had he looked away. They cycle and twirl. Like a camera lens focusing itself. Hot air rushes over me. He blinks.

Suddenly I'm five again. Bared open as me and this being look at each other.

I feel like I'm five again and staring into the night sky. Knowing full well I'm looking into something ancient. Something far older and wiser than I. It breaks me down to my very soul. Leaving me with my most vulnerable part. I swallow thick and jerk my hand away as if it burned.

He was old and ancient. And so very past his resting point. His body is tired and worn. And I feel guilty. Why? I truly don't know. But empathy wins over and all I want to do is say sorry to him, for whatever the universe has has done. For whatever fate deemed fit to steal from him.

"Sorry. I whisper." For touching what seemed like a gods instrument. Sorry. For whatever that God had done to him.

I glance to the ground. Then to him.

"Whats your name? What should I call you?" A smile. Barely there.

"Optimus Prime. And you, little human?" I hold my hand out to him.

"My name is Y/n. Y/n L/n." He held his own hand out to me then. His hand was so large my own couldn't wrap around one of his fingers. It was an akward little handshake, never the less, despite his gentleness. There was nothing but power behind that hand. He could very easily be rid of me if he wanted to. Left to be nothing. Just like the Decepticon laying on the ground. Nothing more than a husk of its former self.

"Home." I began. "Is this way. I don't think your gonna blend in very well though." He said nothing but nodded.

"I will meet you at the end of the valley. Y/n." He waited for me to get on my bike and drive off. I could feel his eyes on my back as I left. Watching over me for some reason or another. Maybe he thought there would be another purple robot?

The drive back through seemed longer than ever. Purely for the fact that I wanted to know just how he was gonna go through town unseen. I supposed I could go through the back roads. But then Orion would worry. I'm never longer than a few hours unless its for work. My legs once again touch the walls. A whispers breath apart. I shake my head. And who was this Fowler that I was supposed too meet? Was he a robot thing as well? Or was he human and one of the allies that Optimus spoke of. Maybe a government agent? I wouldn't put it past the government to hide something like this. Fucking hell. I appreciated it. Up until this point in time I was content without knowing their existence. And now I have to worry for mine and Orion's safety. Gods above I've really gotten into it this time. Lord knows was gonna happen at the end of it all.

There's a bright light when I pop out. And a large blue and red semi and im sent into a  panic for a moment.  Up until that thundering voice come out of it.

"I will follow you home. No one will know, Y/n." I swallow thickly and I'm thankful in that moment for my helmet hiding the surprised look on my face. I'd look like a right fool. With my mouth hanging low and eyes wide open.

"Holy fucking shit." I mutter beneath my breath. I had to drive past him in order to get back into the side road leading to the main road. My body screaming to get away from the semi from years of riding my bike on the highway. "Jesus christ he turns into a truck." Do the others all turn into other vehicles? Or is it strictly planes and trucks?

He's behind me the entire time I drive home. Just barely in view of my mirrors. Everytime I glance into the mirrors he'd blink his headlights as if he knew I was looking to see if he was still there. Showing me that he would keep his word. Dread swims in my stomach every so often; just because he saved me doesn't mean that he would be a good guy. I saw the way he took grape juice down. But. I click my blinkers on and turn left onto the road that leads to my home. Only one more hour and I could go and hug Orion and pretend that I wasn't scare shitless tonight. I glance back at my mirror and sure enough he blinks his headlights. Something inside me told me I could, at the very least, trust him to keep his word. That heavy feeling in my chest was back. A bright warmth unlike i've ever felt before. The only kind of warmth I felt once before.

Fucking hell. God damn gut instincts. I've only been wrong once when judging someones character. Despite everything screaming at me to not trust the guys. I just knew. That at the very least, with him, another one of those purple guys wouldn't hurt me.

Orion's howling when I get home. I don't even weight for Optimus to pull up behind my little garage and just dart into the house. Orion jumps up and gets his paws on my shoulders and effectively topples me over when I misstep and land one one of his toys. I hit the ground with a thud and get slobbered all over. Not one inch of my face is safe.

"Ah! Gahh! Orion! Dude! It's okay! I know, I know. I was gone to long but im here now!" I manage to sit up and hold his head in my lap. He's whining as he noses into my stomach. Every so often glancing over at the semi that has yet to leave. Despite wanting comfort in knowing that i'm not gonna just up and leave, he wants to make sure I'm safe. Optimus is the stranger here, and he's confused as to why no ones left the vehicle yet.

"Your companion is names Orion?" I look over at him. My hand soothing the top of Orion's head as I talk to him.

"Ya. Uhm." I look down at Orion. "It's after the constellation. I like learning about space n shit." And that's all he's gonna learn about me. Optimus rumbles a hum. The sound rolling over in my small garage.

"I will send Fowler over in your morning cycle. Feel free to bring your companion as well." He begins to roll backwards then stops. "And stay safe Y/n. Do not let anyone else but Fowler in." And with that he's gone. I watch as he rolls out of view before hearing some weird static. Like an old glass tv. The sound is gone just as quickly as it came.

I look down at Orion.

"Something tells me were gonna have a hell of a couple of weeks bud."