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[the-kipsabian]

look. look at it. look at that back <3

[darling-i-read-it]

Burns

Charlie Swan x fem!reader, Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: age gap (for both men, both are legal but carlisle is like 223297493 years old so do with that what you’d like lol), burns (second and first degree), doctors office, me knowing too much about twilight 

Author’s Note: IM WRITING A PART 2 RN BUT WANTED TO SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKED THIS <3 I literally randomly had a burst of inspo to write this and i lowkey love it…

Summary: You’re a waitress at the local diner to pay off tuition in the summer. You have a small crush on the chief of police who comes in to get his coffee from you. You thought that was all it was until you met the resident doctor when you have a mishap and now you’re stuck between two incredibly charming men that both have a little crush on you. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Forks, Washington was under a near constant cover of rain. You were aware of it when you woke up in the morning, prepared to see the dreary weather that greeted you through the window. You could smell the rain on the pavement before it came, see it in the clouds as they hovered above. You were always prepared for it, always ready for it. 

Today, the sun was out. Summer usually calls for something more temperate. You found that those days weren’t necessarily unwelcome, but never your favorite. Everyone went outside when it was sunny. You could see people you hadn’t seen in ages. You never made an effort to see them in the first place for a reason. There was an uncharacteristic amount of skin showing. It may only be mid 70s but everyone suddenly acted like the ocean water was a relief to their burning skin. 

You sweat easily, especially in the diner. The Lodge had little to no air conditioning and the sun brought people in droves. Everyone wanted a bite to eat. They all remembered the diner had milkshakes. It was never a great mix for a waitress. 

You turned the corner on your heel, giving a quaint smile to Cora, your coworker. She looked like she was going to melt away. 

“Do you think anyones gonna leave early today?” she asked quietly behind the counter. You shook your head. She had the coffee pot in her hand and was holding it tightly so it didn’t spill. You looked around the packed diner, laughter bubbling from sections where it normally was silent. You shook your head, giving her a sad look. 

“We’re in for one.” 

“I should’ve called out,” she muttered. “You should’ve called out. This place needs us.” You shook your head. 

“You’ve gotta put food on the table,” you reminded her. She had a kid who was going into middle school. You had met her when Cora brought her in, her headphones stuck in her ears and reading some trashy teen novel. 

“Always the voice of reason,” she muttered. “Plus, you gotta pay tuition.” 

“Don’t remind me.” 

You were going to college in Seattle but always worked the summers back in Forks. You loved the little town despite its insanity. You found that most of it was quiet, even on louder days. Plus, it was always easy to find a job back home. You were practically shoved the waitress apron when you returned this summer. You had been doing it since you graduated high school, always trying to find something to keep yourself occupied. You were coming upon your senior year in college and the extra money helped immensely. 

“Hey, your boyfriends here,” Cora teased. She pushed herself off the counter to refill someone’s coffee cup. You furrowed your brows in confusion even though you knew exactly who she meant. 

You watched as chief of police Charlie Swan walked through the doors with a clink of the bell above his head. He met your eyes and gave you an awkward half wave, which you returned slightly more enthusiastically. He walked up to the counter, squeezing between the people sitting there. Someone said hello to him and he gave them a nod in acknowledgment. 

“You guys are busy today huh?” he questioned, scoffing. 

“Just a bit,” you admitted. His presence never ceased to bring butterflies to your stomach. Maybe you were harboring a small/not so small crush on the sheriff but you tried your best not to show it. You assured Cora it was just something silly for you to feel as you passed through your work day. Still, her eyes lingered on yours as she went around the counter to greet someone else because she knew you were busy. “It’s the sun.” 

“Brings out all the loonies,” he said. 

“I imagine you’re busy out there too.” He was always scanning around to make sure no one was doing anything wrong. His eyes flicked from you to the people beside him, then back to you. 

“Taking my 15.” 

“Just to see lil ol me?” you teased. Even as the words left your mouth you felt self conscious of them. This time though, he gave a half smile. 

“You make the best coffee I’ve ever had,” he promised. You tried not to get flustered. 

“Well, it looks like you need a double today, Sheriff.” 

“Charlie, how many times do I have to tell you?” You rolled your eyes. He leaned against the diner counter even though there were no seats. You turned around, every other table lost in your mind. Cora would help you out until he left.

“Well Charlie, it might be too hot for a hot coffee. You could’ve gone to one of those fancy coffee shops,” you offered, grabbing a coffee pot. 

“Yeah, can you imagine me ordering there? I have a hard enough time with you.” 

“I think I get what you mean by now,” you joked. You poured him a cup and grabbed three sugars and two creams. “Anything else?” 

“You always this quick with your service?” he questioned, looking at the people down the line who hadn’t gotten their food. 

“I’m just the coffee girl with a pretty smile. I don’t control the food orders.” You handed him a stirring stick as he opened his sugar packets. “Plus, you’re the chief of police Charlie. I don’t wanna get arrested.” He chuckled, a real genuine laugh. 

“I think I’ll let you off for this one.” You smiled at your success. The laugh was guaranteed to be the highlight of your shift. 

“Thanks Charlie.” You turned back to the kitchen which was starting to call things out. “Anything else?”

“No ma’am.” He grabbed some cash out of his wallet. “Keep the change.” 

“You’re my favorite customer Charlie,” you joked at his more than generous tip of 100%. He did a little salute with his finger and raised the cup to you. 

“Go do your job otherwise you’re bound to get more angry customers than I am.” 

You nodded once and bowed out of the conversation gracefully. You grabbed the food from behind you and started to bring it out. Cora gave you a look as you passed her, the smile plastered on your face a clear tell of your conversation. 

“Peach cobbler,” you said to one of your regulars. She was a small old lady who always came in on Saturdays, at exactly the same time. You enjoyed talking with her and catching up on her life. She got the same thing each time and the consistency was something you appreciated. “Sorry it’s been slower today Miss. Heidi. The heat has the whole of Forks out!” She shook her head, brushing you off. 

“No worries at all,” she assured you. “It’s not like I’m not gonna come back.” You shared in her shaky laughter. She picked up her fork just as you were about to leave and pointed it at Charlie. “You making heart eyes at the chief over there sweetheart?” You flushed immediately. Maybe you weren’t so great at hiding it. 

“Maybe. But keep your mouth shut Heidi,” you whispered with a smile. She chuckled. Her eyes lingered on Charlie who was finishing his coffee already. He had started a conversation with the man beside him. Charlie seemed to know everyone in town. 

“Aren’t you a little young for him?” You rolled your eyes. 

“It’s perfectly constenting and legal,” you assured her. “I’m plenty older than his daughter if that’s what you’re gonna say.” 

“I was gonna mention.” Her eyes wrinkled at the edges, shaking her head. Her movements didn’t feel like she was disagreeing with you. More so that she was gossiping with a friend, just girls being girls. “He had his heart broken by her mother, you know. He’s a good man.” 

“Is that your consent Heidi? Because I don’t even know if he feels the same way.” Your voice was lighthearted. She grabbed your hand, her saggy skin feeling comforting. 

“I wouldn’t worry too much sweetheart.” You scrunched your face a little and shook off her words. You were still on the clock. 

“Enjoy your peach cobbler Heidi.” 

-

You brushed your hair out of your face. The sun had finally subsided for the evening, giving way for the clouds. You embraced their presence, appreciating the way that the cool air felt on your overworked skin. Cora was still hanging around after her shift, waiting for her husband to come pick her up. You sat on the back steps of The Lodge, watching the trees sway. 

“The air feels so crisp,” you muttered. 

“You say the weirdest things,” she grumbled, laughing. She was leaning against the building. “It’s the trees.” 

“I know.” You were going to leave right after work and finally drive back home but you needed a moment to sit and enjoy the day. It had been a long shift. Cora and you were officially trauma bonded. 

“How was the chief?” 

“Good,” you promised. “Sweet.”

“A guy can be sweet and catch criminals?” 

“He’s assertive,” you argued. When Cora laughed she did it with her whole chest. 

“Honey, you’re down bad.” You rolled your eyes and stood up. Cora’s eyes followed you as you did so, turning back to the door inside the diner. “You’re goin back into that hellhole?” 

“Forgot my phone,” you said. “Also, I am not. It’s a work crush. I’m entitled to one! Just like you like the produce guy!” 

“I do not like the produce guy. I think he’s hot. Big difference!” You rolled your eyes as you opened the door back inside. The heat hit you again, unpleasantly. You had to weave through the cooks to get back to the front. You couldn’t remember when you had put your phone down. You were making a phone call during your break. Maybe you had left it on hte steps outside after all? 

“Hey Jerry?!” you called to the cook in the back.

“What?!” 

“You seen my phone?” 

“No! All I’ve seen are burgers!” You rolled your eyes harder this time and dipped underneath the counter to see if you had put it with the sugars and stuff. You let out an annoyed groan when it wasn’t there. 

You turned too quick and ran right into the closing waitress. She was holding a hot pot of coffee and effectively spilled it all over you. You gasped involuntarily, the feeling of scorching coffee seeping through your clothes. The gasp turned into a seethe as you packed up. You could hear her speaking, the high pitched, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” reverberating off your eardrums. You had dropped coffee on yourself before. All you could think of was that you needed a towel and some cold water. 

You turned on a dime and walked back to the kitchen. You turned on the sink back there and fumbled your hand around for a towel to use. 

“Jerry, towel,” you mumbled, the burning skin now setting into a tingle. He turned his head around and saw you. He started to fumble around. You walked in front of him to grab the towel and just barely lost your balance, causing your hand to fly up onto the table. 

Right onto the stove. 

This time you yelped. The coffee was already forgotten as there was now more of an issue at hand. 

“Woah dollface!” Jerry exclaimed. He grabbed your wrist because you were just staring at your red hand. You had put your entire palm down. You looked up at him, tears staining your eyes from pain, and he brought you over to the sink. 

“Oh fuck,” you groaned as he put it under the cold water. It didn’t subside any pain, just added another sensation. “Jerry that hurts!” 

“Hey Y/N, I have your phone in my apron.” Cora came through the door to witness you breathing heavily next to the sink, Jerry the cook practically holding you down. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” he explained. 

“She spilled coffee on me,” you blubbered childishly. You could feel all your body parts at once, like you were on fire. You had no brain power to say anything else. 

“Oh Jesus,” Cora muttered. She rushed forward, grabbing your wrist to look at it. “You gotta get this checked out honey.” You gave her a somber looking face. “I know, I know. I’ll take you. Where’s your car keys?” You reached in your apron with your non burnt hand. It was soaking wet from the coffee. 

“Is she okay?” the waitress asked, sticking her head through the window. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” Jerry said. 

“She what?!” 

Cora put her hand on your back, leading you out the door. You took deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. You were fine. You were gonna be fine. 

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered. “You have to g-”

“I’ll have Steven do it,” she said. Her husband. You gave her a look of pure thankfulness as she helped you into the passenger seat of her car. 

“I really don’t have to go to the hospital over this,” you tried to say. 

“I know you don’t. But I think it’s safer than waiting.” You put your head against your headrest. 

-

Cora dragged you by your free arm to the front desk. She was the one who gave your name and your information as you stood beside her, holding your hand. You looked like a mess, given the coffee all over you. You were sure this could all just be fixed by some water and ointment from the store but Cora insisted. 

She rambled on about how a family member hadn’t gone in for a burn and it ended up being more severe then they thought, damaging below the skin. Her words were not comforting. 

Eventually they called you back to be looked at. You sat on an exam table with a thin paper on top. A nurse had come in to check on you and give you something for your hand while you waited for the doctor. 

You were in a row of beds. Cora pulled the curtains aside to give you privacy. 

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” you said. 

“They don't get to know all your business. HIPAA or whatever.” You squinted. 

“I don’t think-” 

“Ladies.” Carlisle Cullen stepped through the curtain at the open side. He was holding a clipboard, a charming smile plastered on his face. Your breath hitched at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. “Y/N, I hear you burned your hand.” You nodded. 

“And her chest,” Cora muttered. She must have noticed Carlisle’s looks as well. Or maybe she just noticed your reaction to him. You cleared your throat. 

“I had coffee spilled on me.” 

“No, you should check it out. It’s bad.” You gave a look. Carlisle’s smile remained, shaking his head. You had heard of him but never had a reason to come out and see him. You wouldn’t even call this a valid reason. 

“Sounds like an awful case of bad luck.” You nodded. “Can I take a look?” He sat on a spinny chair and pulled it towards you. You extended your hand to him. 

“I’m gonna go call Steven,” she said to you. You nodded. She patted your back, her eyes lingering on your doctor even as she left. Carlisle held your hand in his, gently looking it over. You looked down at him. 

“A stove did this?” 

“Yeah. It was dumb,” you promised. “I lost my balance looking for a rag for the coffee burn.” 

“And that’s okay?” You nodded. 

“I think. I mean, my hand feels way worse,” you assured him. 

“Your friend seems to think otherwise.” 

“Cora’s dramatic by nature.” He laughed gently. 

“Well the stove fought back.” He wheeled backwards towards the table beside your bed. “It looks like second degree burns on your hand. I’ll send you home with some ointment for it and you’ll wanna wrap it up so that you don’t get it caught on your clothes or anything.” You nodded. “I’ll wrap it for you first, show you how to do it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” He stood up and fumbled in the desks drawer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to check on the coffee burns?” He glanced back at you. You looked down at your shirt. It had mostly gotten your stomach. You could still feel pain there, probably driven by the fact you never got to clean it off. 

“If you think it’ll help?”

“Stomach burns are interesting just because of their placement. It’s harder to wrap them. I think it would be beneficial for me to make sure they’re only first degree, if anything.” You nodded. You would listen to him read the phone book. 

“Okay.” He walked back over. Before even touching your shirt he made eye contact with you. 

“Only if you’re comfortable. I can wait till your friend comes back if you want me to.” You shook your head. 

“I’m okay!” you promised. You cleared your throat and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You carefully lifted it up over your torso, holding it just above the wet spot. Carlisle’s eyes went down to your body. 

“You said the hand hurt more?”

“By far.” 

“Can I touch you?” Please. You cleared your throat again. 

“Sure.” He put an icy hand on your hip, lightly brushing your burn with his thumb. 

“How much does that hurt? Scale one to ten?” 

“Five.” He applied more pressure. 

“Now?” 

“Seven. Your hands are really cold, which could be worsening the effects,” you joked. He chuckled, his lips turning up a bit. 

“Sorry about that.” He backed up a bit. You put your shirt back down. “Those are first degree burns. It only hit in some spots. Should feel numb or touchy for a couple days. You can put the ointment there too but you shouldn’t have to wrap it up.”

“The hand needs it.”

“The hand needs it,” he agreed. He had put some stuff on the counter, which he now took in his hands. He squeezed something out a bottle and put a bit of it on his finger, taking your hand back in his. “Let me know if the pressure is too much.” 

You watched him, your free hands fingers curled under the bed you were sitting on. He gently covered your hand, using such a light touch that it was like he was barely there. 

“You’re good at this.” 

“It’s my job,” he said, smiling. “Are you from out of town? I don’t think I’ve had you in here before.” 

“Just lucky,” you quipped. “I go to college in Seattle too so I’m usually out there.” He nodded slowly. 

“Fancy.”

“The drive back is beautiful.” He nodded slowly. His hand lingered on yours as he examined his work. “So is this town.” 

“Do you work at the diner?”

“Yeah! That’s where I got this beauty.” He scooted back, grabbing the bandages.

“I think my son’s seen you there. He’s graduating high school in a year and likes his seclusion,” he explained. 

“Son?” you asked. 

“Edward.” 

“No, I’m just stunned you have a child. You look far too young,” you said, laughing incredibly. He grinned sheepishly. You tried not to think of him being married or the lack of ring on his finger. 

“He’s technically my foster son,” he described. 

“I see. Do you do it all on your own?” You winced. That was aggressive. “I don’t mean to pry.” “It’s alright,” he said, shaking his head, completely cool. “Yes, they’re all under my care. I haven’t found the right one quite yet. Plus, she’d have to take on more than a couple stragglers with me.” His eyes flicked up to yours. They met for a moment longer than they should have. You had to look away. 

“Sounds like a task.” 

“It’s definitely not for everyone.” He tightened your bandage. “There. I’ll send you home with some of this, it’ll be sent to wherever you get your prescriptions.” He stepped back from you. “Try to be careful around stoves next time.”

“Yes sir.” He gave you one more look, a kind hearted smile and then was on his way. You followed him until he was gone out of view. You were glad he hadn’t checked your pulse because you were sure it was beating out of your chest. Cora came around the corner. 

“He’s too old for you too,” she said. You laughed dryly, shaking your head. You could practically still feel his touch on your hand. So gentle. 

“You’ll learn to get used to it,” you teased her. She rolled her eyes. “Were you waiting out there the whole time?” 

“Wanted to give you and Doctor Dreamy some alone time.” 

“You’re such a wingwoman!” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Sheriff.” 

Part 2

[weskeyboy]

CONNOR X READER (part 2 will be smut)

Note: Im not bad with English I just type too fast

You hated androids..dear god how you hated them..they took so many things from you, they ruined what hope you had for the world, yet here you stand in front of an android at the cyberlife store..you were betraying your beliefs..everything you were taught to hate was slowly circling back.

"He is best suited for your needs Y/N, we promise, you are provided your money back if you are not hapoy with your purchase." The store employee reassured with the usual fake smile to help swoon in customers.

You say there stumped..you were sort of..afraid of getting him. But you knew you had no choice..things were getting too bad at the house, your depression was getting worse and being all alone didnt help, so with a sigh, you handed over your card to make the transaction. In a matter of seconds the machine stepped down from the platform. "Hello! I am your new android companion, please owner, what is my name?" He spoke in a greeting voice

You took a moment before gulping. "Connor." Was whispered out..you didn't want to waste anymore time in this place, so you left with your new android in a hurry, the car ride was silent.

"How may I assist you this evening?" He asked while you stepped out of the car, walking to the door to step inside. "I need..um.." you were very hesitant to speak to him. "The..garbage picked up. And..the clothes put away." You responded empty, Connor only gave a npd and started to rush to his tasks.

You were laying in your bed, you were worn out from even the simplest thing you had to do today, your frown visible on your face, you turned to the side to try and ger some rest when you awoke with a jolt, followed by a voice.

"I am finished with my tasks, may i assist you more?" Connor asked as you shook your head. "Im fine. " you replied all empty, Connors led turned yellow as he slowly walked over and kneeled beside her. "Could you please inform me how youre truly feeling at the moment?' He asked as you sighed a bit more pissed off. "Leave me alone. Find something to do." You mumbled, Connors light went back to blue as he stood up. "Very well then." Was replied as he walked out.

It was the next day

Actually, it was very early in the next day

The mail had been dropped through the slot as you were in the kitchen, stirring your cup of tea/coffee, once you hesrd the flap of the door move you spoke out. "Connor. Mail." You instructed, Connor had soon came over to pick them up. "Here you go Y/N, would you like me to gather and sypher them for you?" He asked as you sighed and nodded, leaning yourself over the counter, you had a bit of a headache.

Connor held the papers to his face and scanned them. "There seems to be a few topics. I have found 3 new recipes for food, 2new topics discussing the new modles of androids, and one regarding sexual intercourse with androids, are any of these following important to you?" He explained as you did a mental pause.

"...You have a romance feature?"

"Yes..all the more latest androids do."

"And..you didnt tell me?"

"I assumed that based on your judgment of androids you wouldnt want to know."

You stayed silent for a moment, a wave of sudden want washed over you..you didnt know how to process it..it was a stupid android, it doesnt feel shit for you." You then gulped.

"How..big is it?"

"How big do you want it to be?"

...

*pure silence*

Connors stupid perfect face stared at her..she stared back, your body temperature started to rise. You stepped closer to him, it felt like forever..but eventually you got to him.

"I mean..'

You started

"Its not exactly..wrong..right?"

She said as she stepped closer

"Correct, in fact, 68% of humans prefer having intercourse with androids."

You suddenly placed a hand on his chest, your eyes scanning his face..you never got a good look of him yet..but now that you were upclose..his eyes were so ge tke looking..like doe eyes..he had the most softest skin for an android, the freckles deplaying across his cheeks and nose, his neatly combed hair, it made you slip your hand inbrtween his jacket and shirt, your hand going up to his neck, gently holding it.

"I mean..fuck.."

You whispered, leaning up, face just inches away until you seemed to realize where you were..you snapped out of it and bavked away from him with wide eyes. Connor also seemed suprise. "Y/n, do not be afriad, it is normal." He explained, but it was too late, you suddenly ran past him and up the stairs, locking yourself in your room.

(Part 2 eventually)

[tastyykpop]

𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

•pairings: enemy, barista and student!jaemin x student and barista!reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

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•warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, crying kink, hair pulling, choking, small praising, small size kink, degradation (slut, whore), dumbification (sexual and non sexual use) nanas kinda mean :( but gets a lil nicer :), jaemin refers to himself as nana a lot mostly when they do the dirty, bulging kink, pet names (princess, baby, baby girl, little girl, pretty girl), unprotected sex (please be safe), slight face slapping (he slaps her once), rough sex clearly, some sexual tension, I hope i got everything

You were fuming!

The boy in front of you not even batting an eyelash, just laughing at the mess dripping down your face.

You smelt like an iced americano.

People around you held their hands to their mouths in shock and others tried to hold back their laughter. Some even pointed at you or gave sympathetic looks.

It wasnt like people were surprised anymore. Jaemin always had something up his sleeve for you. But he never went as far as pouring his coffee on you.

"Aw poor baby. Do you need a napkin?" He faked sympathy with a pout and his friends began laughing. You just got up and walk by them, making sure to bump into jaemins shoulder on your way through.

It was almost everyday that Jaemin would do something so uncalled for. It was like he was made to push your buttons. Even as you're walking out of the college building, you can still hear the boy laughing at you. Or maybe it was the other students. Either way, you wanted to kill him.

As you trudged towards your car, a sense of relief washed over you. A great happiness that only comes when you finished your classes and could go home. Only this happiness stayed for a good 2 hours until you have to go to your part time job at the cafe with your favorite person of course. But its not like you can quit. You need the money so you can live and get the education you need, no matter how hard it is being with him.

It was then when you sat in your car and the squishing in the seat made your face curl into a scowl, only made you think of ways to get away with murder. It was gross really. The seats were sticky, plus your hair and clothes were sticking to you like lip gloss. A shower would be perfect right about now.

"Hi y- oh..." Your roommate, jimin, stared at your messy state. Giving you a good up and down before shrugging his shoulders, "jaemin?"

You sighed, walking over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, "Who else? Its always him."

Jimin gave you a small smile and came closer as if ready to hug you but didn't because he didn't want to get sticky. "You know, maybe you should quit that job."

"No."

He groaned and snatched the water that you were about to sip, "Why? You'd only see jaemin in school. And you wouldnt have to stick with his bickering in work." He huffed, shaking his head, "Girls are so difficult sometimes."

You tried leaping up to grab the bottle from jimin, but all he did was hold it above his head. You stomped on his foot in return. Jimin huddled over and you snatched the bottle, smirking with victory as you put it to your lips.

"You fucking snake." Jimin hissed in pain.

A laugh fell from your lips as you walked by him, completely ignoring his words and his pain, "Im gonna take a shower."

Once you got to your room, the first thing you did was grab your work clothes, a towel, and underwear and got ready for the warm shower.

After you switched on the water and let it heat up, you stepped in and immediately felt at peace as the water cascaded over your body, cleaning off the almost dried coffee. Your hair felt lighter, like a feather and your fingers could now slip through the strands easily without an issue. The scent of your body wash overpowered the coffee smell and you felt much better. Water, soap, and coffee were beginning to fill the drain as you finished washing up. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the murky water. What a bastard.

For once you were actually happy to wear your work clothes after what had happened earlier. The clothes actually felt comfortable and jimin was becoming more and more confused as to why you were hugging yourself with a huge smile on the couch.

"No one should be that happy after a shower." He started flipping through channels on the t.v.

"Dont tell me how to feel, I dont smell like jaemins coffee anymore." You gushed overdramtically. Jimin could only role his eyes.

"Please...you act like he's a demon of some sort."

You squinted your eyes at jimin and flared your nostrils, "he is. Hes a nasty, dumb, annoying, self centered-"

"Okay okay I get it! You hate jaemin! The funny thing is you can never get his name out of your mouth." Everything stopped and your head snapped in jimins directions.

"What are you saying?" A frown found itself on your face, jimin leaned closer.

"Im saying that maybe you might like him."

You shrieked in disgust, blocking your ears with your hands. Jimin laughed at your reaction. Almost falling off the couch in the process. "Ew! Gross! Why would you even think that!"

"Like I said, you can never get his name out of your mouth. I think its pretty obvious you like him." He was still giggling at you except your face was anything but happy, more grossed out at how he thought you could like such a person

"I can't stand you. I'm leaving for work." You stood up and jimin did nothing to stop you from going. Even though you still had about 15 minutes until you normally leave. "Ill be back at 9." The door slammed behind you, leaving jimin alone with another laughing fit.

You got in the car and drove off to your work, still trying to come up with a reason as to why jimin is saying all this. Sure maybe you talk about jaemin a little lot but that doesn't mean you like him. Its very much the opposite and jimin should know that. It only frustrates you the more you think about it. Liking someone like jaemin? Please. That would be your nightmare.

As you pulled up to the cafe, there were only a few other cars parked. Few were from other workers but the majority were most like customers or people just trying to get a free parking space. Lucky for you, there were many open spaces, unlike when you come later and they're filled. Maybe leaving earlier wasnt such a bad idea. It saved you the 3 minute walk.

"Y/n! You're just on time!" One of your coworkers, irene, called out as you stepped inside the shop. "We need help back here!" You had no time to even begin to say your shift hasn't started yet when irene took you by the hand and dragged you to where the coffee was being made. "We have a bunch of online orders coming in so can you please help us with the coffee and food?" She tossed you a brown apron for you to put on and you nodded, trying to get your brain to speed up with everything in the world.

It was so quiet when you walked in that you never even realized that the back was busy. Coffee cups were filled and put into trays for orders, food was being heated or baked. It was a chaotic place right now and all you could do was help. So as fast as you could, you began with the first order on the screen. A large mocha with extra extra sugar, whipped cream, and chocolate curls. Easy enough you thought as you reached for a cup but a hand beat you to it.

Your eyes looked up at the person in front of you and just when you thought everything was going fine, it wasn't, "What are you doing here so early?" You asked bitterly.

"I always come in early. What are you doing here so early?" Jaemin asked whilst holding a death grip on the cup.

"Just felt like coming early." You muttered, watching as jaemin turned away with a scoff, quickly cutting the conversation short. "Bastard."

Jaemin was busy making what you were originally going to do, so you looked for another order to get ready. It was just two cake pops and a small strawberry banana smoothie. Something you've been craving recently from the lack of sweetness and fruit in your day to day life.

The cake pops and smoothie were quick to make and were soon sent off to the customer. You happily beamed and wished them good day once they left.

After then there was a familiar face with a friend right next to him, he was quite handsome you must say. He was indeed so handsome that he just looked unreal. "Hey jimin. Whose this?" You nodded towards the bright black haired man.

"This is taemin! He wanted some coffee so I brought him- hey stop staring at him!" Jimin snapped you out of your trance and taemin chuckled.

"Its okay shes cute." He eye smiled, showing off his perfectly white teeth. He's definitely not real.

Jimin tsk'd, "Until you get to know her."

"Yeah yeah... whatever." You smiled at him, completely oblivious to what he just said.

They both ordered and took a seat next to the window. You were still staring at taemin with your head in your hand until someone tapped your shoulder, "Who are they?" Jaemins voice rang in your ears, making you stand up straight.

"Thats my roommate, jimin, and his friend taemin." You glanced back at the boys, mainly at taemin and just stared like he was your first crush.

"Quit staring your gonna scare him away." Jaemin said earning himself a chuckle from you.

You stuck your tongue out, "He called me cute."

The boy smirked from ear to ear and leaned in close to your face, "He was lying." You grumbled and pushed him away from you, getting annoyed by his presence very quickly.

"Jaemin and y/n, get back to work we have orders to do!" Irene called out. Both of you quickly returning to your stations and getting things ready.

"Look at him. Hes basically waiting for me to come over to him." Seulgi, another person in this school you dispise, said as she looked at jaemin in the back of the room. She wasn't very quiet either considering you were only a few seats away from him. So it only meant that jaemin could hear her, but chose to ignore it. Typical boy.

"Honestly. He looks so good today too." Sana, her best friend, commented.

"Oh and did you hear what he was planning on doing today to y/n? Apparently he's gonna-"

"Class get back in your seats, we have much to discuss." The professor stood in the front of the class. Everyone shifted and moved to their appropriate places and waited for the teacher to begin. Unlike you, who was wondering what seulgi was going to say next. If its something worse than coffee being poured on your head, you may just have to bury yourself six feet under after this.

As you were taking notes something flung towards your head and hit you on the side, looking over was jaemin with a smirk was he held his fingers in a sling shot shape. A rubber band was laying on your lap. Then another one. One even hit your cheek creating a small smack sound as you winced in pain. Oh you desperately wanted to get out of this seat and punch the boy in the face.

"Excuse me sir!" You called out, raising your head. The whole class looked at you and your cheeks began to heat up. "May i go to the restroom?" The professor nodded and you headed out. Not until you stopped in your tracks from a loud smack to your butt, causing the whole class to turn around again.

Jaemin was enjoying this, the way you stared at him with wide eyes and open mouth, made him just want to do it again. He never thought this reaction from you would be so entertaining and he tried his best not show it, with only a small smirk covering his face.

You rushed out of the room, faster than ever and leaned against the nearest surface you could find. Not only were you questioning reality, but also why jaemin just did that.

"That little bitch." You said to yourself as you paced back and forth in the hallway, staring at the ground.

"Excuse me?" Jaemin voice rang in your ears as you looked up with a angry red face. Steam was even coming out of your ears and nose. "Did you just call nana a bitch?" He put his hands to his chest and pouted, "Little girl you need to learn some manners." Jaemin tilted his head to the side and began walking forward.

"Shut up." You had nothing else to say as you grit your teeth, looking at the ground.

Jaemin didnt like that and grabbed the back of your neck to make you look at him, "What? Did your stupid head stop thinking? Your normally so chatty for nana what happened?"

"Jaemin i-" you cut yourself off as you felt jaemin grip the back of your neck tighter causing you to moan in pain.

"Stupid girl." Jaemin whispered, forcefully pushing you away. It was not strong enough to make you fall but at least stumble.

You glowered, earning yourself a chuckle from him. "What will it take for you to leave me alone!?"

"Bring this to table 15 please! Thanks!" Irene smiled as she handed you a small cup of iced coffee and you took it, taking it to its designated place. What you didn't except was to see taemin again, gleaming up at you.

"Hi y/n." He smiled and you tried to remain calm.

God how is someone so beautiful?

"Hey, I didnt except you to come back." You returned the warm smile and started to play with the apron around your waist.

Taemin giggled, "I actually quite like this place, its cozy." He began to take a sip from the straw, eyes still trained on you. If only you weren't so awkward with him, you wouldve found something to say other than staring at him and indulging in the beauty before you. But lucky for you someone behind the counter called for you, quickly averting your attention back to work.

The next order was a shake, so you grabbed the correct ingredients and began using the blendor, when someone came next to you, doing the same thing "You seem like your having fun flirting around." The unwanted conversation with jaemin began, "makes nana kind of jealous."

"Hm funny." You ignored him and continued blending the ice cream.

Jaemin casually rolled his eyes and glanced down at your nonchalant face before returning back to the blender, "you know you really do piss me off."

You sneered and snickered to yourself, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"I was thinking of fucking you dumb or until you know your place but maybe thats a bit too rewarding."

The cup was removed and set aside from the blender with your hands placed on your hips, "Im sorry what?"

"Did I stutter?" Jaemin raised an eyebrow and also put the cup down. You went silent, not knowing whether or not to just laugh it off or quickly run away. "And I'm still waiting on my apology."

"One, I am not going to apologize to your bitchy ass. Two, even if I did let you, you could never 'fuck me dumb', it just wouldn't happen. Now stop trying to get in my pants."

Jaemin opened then closed his mouth about to say something, but didn't and just put on a sweet smile, "Go take these to table 7 for nana." He said like he was testing yoj.

"Why? You made them."

"Nana told you to do something little girl, now do it." Jaemins sweet smile was still plastered on his face yet it intimidated you enough to do as he said.

Taemin was long gone when you walked out and you were kind of sad as you weren't able to say goodbye before he left. You placed the shake down on the table and was ready to walk away when you heard your name being called.

"Y/n? You work here?" Seulgis voice spoke as you turned around. Both her and sana were looking at you with shit eating grins.

"Doesn't jaemin also work here seulgi?" Sana asked the girl in front of her and seulgi looked as if she got the brightest idea.

"Oh yeah! Y/n can you get jaemin over here? Pretty please?" She asked sweetly yet with a hint of sourness and you listened, not feeling like ignoring her at the moment.

You told jaemin that seulgi and sana were out front looking for him and he nonchalantly went out without question. Leaving you to do some of the work alone, which you didn't mind considering its jaemin, the annoying bastard who won't leave you alone, but he does help you whenever you need it. And right now, it was a bit busy, and you needed it.

After doing 4 more online orders and sending them off through the driveway, jaemin finally came back with a scowl on his face looking ready to beat someone up. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He raised his voice only loud enough for you to hear. But you were quite confused on what was happening.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

Jaemin groaned, "I knew you were fucking dumb but come on y/n! Why is seulgi covered in the shake i gave you?"

You paused for a moment, unable to answer that. Is he assuming you spilt her shake on her? Why would you even do that in the first place. Yeah you don't like her, but you're not going to stoop to her or his level. "I dont know."

He slammed his hand on the wall near your head, startling you a bit, "You dont know huh?" You shook your head slowly. "Seulgi and sana both said you purposefully spilt the shake on seulgi. Now answer me honestly. Is that true?" You shook your head again, feeling really small and helpless under his strong gaze.

"I-i didnt spill t-the skake." You muttered quietly.

He inhaled sharply, "Then who did huh? Or maybe you don't know because you're so dumb."

"S-stop..." you frowned, looking down at floor, but jaemin had other plans and made you look up at him. A single tear slide down your cheek and you swear you saw a small grin appear on his face.

"Tell nana what happened." His voice became softer as he swiped away the stray tear on your face.

You huffed, still afraid that he'd do something to you although you knew he wouldnt purposely cause you pain. "W-well she asked me to go get you, which I did, a-and her shake was perfectly fine when I left."

"Are you saying she purposely spilt the shake on herself to make me angry at you?"

"Y-yes."

"Ill believe my little girl for now, but if I find out you are lying, you will be in big trouble got that?" Jaemin lifted his hand off the wall and proceeded to walk back out of the room. Leaving you shocked at his words and still frightened by an angry jaemin.

You went to the cash register once jaemin left to get ready to count the bills until you heard jaemin and seulgi arguing. Lucky for them, no one but you and him were working right now. Irene went home earlier and the normal crew always leave around 6:30, leaving just you and jaemin.

"It was only a prank nana. No need to get so worked up. And besides you didn't even prank her today, be glad I did for you." Seulgi said smiling at the boy in front of her.

Jaemin physically cringed when he heard his nickname roll off her tongue, "you didn't have to do that."

You stood there watching, astonished how jaemin was standing up for you. Hes supposed to hate you. Jaemin didn't even bother going with the girls when they offered him a ride, instead he stayed with you and even helped close. Something he normally doesn't do because he leaves before you and gives you all the hard things to do.

"Hurry up and finish." Jaemin spoke. A little bit of anger still laced in his voice.

"Whats your rush?"

He sighed, "I wanna go home. Plus I can't stand this place right now. I'm pissed."

You finished wiping down that last table and walked over to him, "Just go home then."

"Not without you."

You gave him a dirty look, "im not going home with you."

Jaemin leaned down, his face only inches from yours and whispered, "Remember what I said earlier hm? I wanna fuck you dumb." He then grabbed your waist bringing you closer to him, if that was possible, "Can I do that pretty girl? Can nana fuck you so hard you won't even remember anything but my cock?" You were so lost in your mind that everything became a blur. Jaemins words sounded so sweet but were so lewd. And you were so close to kissing him until he put his finger on your lips, "But you have to wait." You frowned and were only getting more angry by the second. You went from not wanting anything to do with jaemin to just about ready to beg him to kiss you. Was it that easy for him to get in your head? Or were you so sex deprived that now jaemin seemed somewhat interesting?

You laid on jaemins bed getting bored with the constant teasing. He never did anything but that. Jaemin would get close to your lips and back away as you chased him. Hed chuckle and coo at you for being so desperate. But that wasn't the point of all the teasing. He really just wanted you to beg him to kiss you. No words will come out of his mouth telling you to beg, he just excepted it to happen sooner or later. But youre too stubborn to do so, so you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, catching him by surprise.

Jaemins hands gripped your wrists and pulled them off his face, pinning them to the bed, "You didnt even ask to kiss me." Jaemin pulled away, raising his eyebrow high, "Dont you think thats a bit mean."

"So was teasing me, but I let you continue." You huffed, trying to free your wrists from his death grip but it was no use.

"You dont have a say on whether i continue or not. I'm in charge here and you take what I give you, understand?" You rolled your eyes. It was your intention to make jaemin angry. You wanted to push his buttons.

What you didnt know was that not answering jaemin correctly would earn you a slap to the face. And jaemin was not even fazed by it.

"Dont roll your eyes and answer nana." Jaemin smiled. "Can you say 'yes nana'?"

"Y-yes nana."

"Good girl." Jaemin muttered and began slowly kissing your jawline down to your neck, sucking here and there creating shades of purple and red marks. Oh how he loved the marks he was leaving.

You so desperately wanted to grip onto jaemins hair and pull it but he never budged his hands, only tightening his grasps. As he continued attacking your neck, you began to lift your hips up to get some sort friction. Jaemin noticed and shifted so that his thigh was in between your legs and rubbing against your clothed core. A spew of quiet moans left your lips but you wanted more. Jaemin was going to soft and slow for your liking.

"I thought you were going to fuck me dumb?" You said and jaemin lifted his head to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Patience baby. You aren't ready yet." He let go of your wrists and took your shirt off. The cold air made you shiver and jaemin chuckled. "I wanna make you cum at least 2 times before I fuck you."

"Then stop talking and do it." You replied, pushing your hips up to rub against his thigh, but they were pushed back down on the bed.

"Didnt I say to take what I give you?" Your head slowly moved up and down and jaemin smiled, "so why arent you happy with what nana gives you?"

"I want more..." you sighed as he started to slide your pants and panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. His mouth slowly started kissing your inner thighs and you could feel your heat dripping with anticipation. You whined for more but only got a slap to the thigh telling you to be quiet. Needless to say you didn't listen and continued to try to get him closer to where you needed him most but pulling his hair.

Jaemin groaned grabbing your wrist again and pushed it away roughly. His patience was wearing out. You were more stubborn than he thought, but that doesn't mean he can't still break you. "Next time you do that, I'll flip you over and beat your ass till its purple." Your breath hitched and as much as you were tempted, you wanted to be able to sit for a few days so you stayed put and kept your hands to yourself.

But the desperation was getting to you and you wanted relief which jaemin wasnt giving you until you felt his two fingers circling around your clit. "P-please jaemin." You moaned as he flicked your clit with his middle finger. Then soon enough he stuck two fingers inside you. Your pussy automatically clenching around his digits as he moved at a steady in and out pace.

It felt so good. His fingers felt so good. They made your body twist in pleasure as more moans left your mouth. Jaemin was watching your face closely as it contorted with pleasure. He loved seeing your eyebrows bunched together, so focused on the way his fingers worked inside you.

"My pretty slut. Taking nanas fingers so well." He gushed, still watching your face. Jaemin could feel himself get even more painfully hard but he didn't want to fuck you just yet. He meant it when he said he wanted you to cum 2 times. So he picked up the speed with his fingers, your hands landing on his forearm that was resting on near your hip. "Are you gonna cum for nana princess?"

You frantically nodded your head as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You could feel your cum leak out of you as jaemin leaned down and began eating away at your cunt.

"J-jaemin! So...go-good!" Your head flew back as his tongue sucked on your clit and a loud moan filled the room.

Jaemin smirked against your heat, "I haven't even fucked you yet and your already sounding like a dumb whore. Its so easy to break you princess."

"N-no its j-ju-...." you whimpered as your brain wasnt even trying to help you function right. His tongue was extraordinary. "Mmmm."

"Aw my dumb little princess is so cute." He muttered diving back into lapping at your soaked cunt. It was almost as if on cue and without warning, you were cumming again. Jaemins hasty tongue took it all. Groaning at the taste of you in his mouth.

He sat up over you, grabbing your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Deepening the kiss by grabbing the back of his hair, jaemin couldnt help but moan a bit as his cock brushed against your thigh. He felt big. Bigger than the few guys you've been with and you were ecstatic.

You tugged on jaemins pants and shirt as a way to tell him to take them off and he did after getting off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed. His abs were more defined than you thought and when his cock sprung free, your mouth started watering. Jaemins smirk only grew watching you stare. He was starting to get cocky

"What? You wanna suck my cock?" Jaemin asked sweetly.

"Yes please." You reached over to try and touch him but he didn't allow you. And smacked your hand away. It was a way for him to tease you and you hated it.

"So kind for nana now. Ealier you were so cock hungry that you decided to be a brat. Did nana finally break you?" Jaemin whispered as he moved a piece of hair out of your face, looking at you with fill admiration.

"No you didn't break me. But I wanna suck you off." You whined as jaemin picked you up and sat you just above his cock, the tip teasing at your entrance.

"Too bad. Now I want you to sit." Jaemin said looking into your eyes. You obeyed with a little hesitation. His cock was surely going to hurt you so you took it slowly and started lowering your hips. "Fuck...thats a good girl." Jaemin praised, watching his cock dissappear between your legs and your tummy get full with his cock. "My baby's so tiny you can see my cock in your belly." He said, pushing down on the area where he was imprinted in you.

Slowly you started moving, lifting your hips up and down. You were wet enough that he could easily slide in and out with no problem.

Jaemins head fell back as he sighed with relief, grunting as you picked up the pace, "So tight for nana." He whispered and you moaned back loudly. His cock stretched every inch of you to the point where it felt like you'd split.

"More more more." You whined against jaemins neck, gripping his shoulders tightly. Carefully jaemin flipped you both over so he was on top and continued pounding into your destroyed cunt. He kept a hand around your neck squeezing it every so often as a choked out moan left your throat.

His cock was so deep and fast that you couldn't think straight. You kept blabbering about his cock. Only thing on your mind was how nice he felt inside you. Jaemin bit his lip as he smirked at you, grabbing your hair and bringing your face close to his, "Now will you admit that I fucked you dumb and say your nanas dumb slut?"

"Y-yes, I'm na-nanas dumb sl-slut." You cried, tears falling down your face from how good he felt inside and if you thought jaemin couldn't go any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard and rough, sure enough to hurt your thighs tomorrow as he pounded relentlessly. "So close." Your voice came out choked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You held on to jaemins hand that was on your neck as he helped you with your orgasm.

Jaemin wasnt far behind you with his and groaned loudly, "fuck, where do you want it princess?"

"I-inside." You moaned as the feeling of hot cum was shot inside you. Jaemins hips kept moving him through his orgasm until he slowly came to a stop. Both of you panted loudly, there were even a few tears falling down your cheek here and there.

Jaemin slowly pulled out, making sure not to hurt you, and he laid beside you. "You did so well." He kissed your forehead. "Cmon ill carry you to bathroom so we can take a bath." He said picking up your worn out naked figure with so much care. Making you forget he was your enemy.

[defcravings]

show me -  | im changkyun

wc: 4.4k

genre: suggestive with sexual mentions

synopsis: y/n is a makeup artist on changkyun’s ‘god damn’ MV shoot, when the rapper takes a sudden liking to her; she becomes more involved in the shoot than she anticipated. 

pairing: changkyun x reader

5am was not the ideal start time for y/n, especially in the cold and with no coffee. In hand carrying 5 alarmingly large cases of makeup and costume through the staff entrance of the set for the shoot; silently assuring yourself that you ‘would get coffee or so help her god.’ Being the first one here you flicked on all the lights and threw down the cases of makeup that were slowly making you feel like your fingers were going to fall off- with a clatter on the table you exhaled and rubbed your now very sore fingers. you loved her job as a makeup artist, but it was hard to like it this early in the morning; and once again, without coffee. 

you began shoving boxes round the room to clear space for the fitting and hanging the clothes up on the railing beside the mirror until you heard a familiar voice singing a very joyful ‘good morning y/n.’ You flashed a look in the direction of the door to see Jules, the head stylist in her puffy jacket (which looked like it would swallow the entire 5ft1 woman whole) duffle bag on one shoulder and gripping 2 cups of what looked like Starbucks coffee.

You stood up throwing your hair back behind your shoulders, taking the cup from Jules who extended it towards you. ‘You ready for today?’ Jules questioned, taking a sip from the cup she hugged in her hands. ‘I am now’ you said gesturing to the coffee you’d been thinking about from the moment you sat in the car on the way here. ‘Thanks for filling in by the way, Soo was really worried about leaving us without a makeup artist but her little one is really sick. I really owe you one’ Jules chuckled, setting her jacket down and picking up the makeup case and opening it. Soo was the whole reason you got into makeup, she was the head makeup artist at the company you worked for- granted you were a little nervous to be deemed ‘head makeup artist’ for the day, but with her daughter being as cute as she is, you could forgive her for being ill. ‘No no it’s fine, call it even for the coffee’ you smiled rolling out the makeup brushes.

A few more members of the team came into the studio and began to help you set up. 8am rolled around and your client was expected to arrive anytime, in the meantime you went over the makeup brief and sat on your phone scrolling aimlessly. ‘Morning everyone’ a deep voice said from the doorway. Your head whipped round to see the unfamiliar face smiling towards Jules. His black long hair draped over one eye; as he stretched out his arms to hug the little too excited Jules. ‘Oh good morning love!’ she sang, grinning from ear to ear. ‘Changkyun, this is y/n’ she said extending her arm out, gesturing towards you who was now stood up, coffee cup in hand for comfort. ‘Soo had to look after her little one, so y/n is going to look after you today. she’s well on her way to being head makeup artist’ Jules sang like a proud mother. You just stood there and chuckled at her. Changkyun paused for a moment, looking you dead in the eye before slowly putting his hand out for you to shake. You uncomfortably swallowed before shaking his hand back and gave a closed mouth smile staring him back in the eyes. ‘Nice to meet you, y/n’ he replied slowly, with a hint of sultry. His eyes dropped slowly over your body, not unnoticed, but somehow not unwanted. Hands still touching, Jules clapped, pulling you both back into the reality of being in a room with other people. ‘Shall we get you changed then?’ Jules said, ushering Changkyun over to the clothing rail. You began to feel your ears burning red and your hands run cold. He knew exactly what he was doing. And my god, it was working. 

Watching his take off his jacket while Jules held up countless outfits against his chest, deciding which one would capture the concept of the shoot. After much deliberation they settled on a mesh shirt with a beige jacket over the top. Changkyun cast a look over in your direction where you leaned against the makeup table trying to act as casual as you could; as he pulled his oversized black shirt over his head revealing what can only be described a the body of a god. his gaze never leaving your’s. your breath hitched as his shook his hands through his hair; leaving everyone in the room making noises of approval and gawking at his body. ‘we need to draw the tattoos on you before we put this one though’ Jules said hanging the shirt back up and looking over towards you. ‘y/n do you want to get started on that before we dress him? just do whatever you think would match the theme’ Jules continued, Changkyun smirked, knowing exactly how this was going to go. 

‘oh, okay yeah.. um, come sit here’ you said awkwardly motioning over to the couch that was placed in the middle of the room. he flopped down spreading his arms over the back of the sofa, as you slowly walked over; tattoo pens in hand. you couldn’t even bring your eyes up to meet his yet you could feel his stare casting itself over your entire body. suddenly wishing you wore a bigger shirt. softly you pulled the cap off the pen and cleared your throat, desperately trying to look him in the eye but failing miserably. ‘so um.. I was thinking, maybe something on your neck? is that okay?’ you uttered quietly, playing with the cap of the pen to ease your nerves. ‘I like that.’ changkyun replied, his gaze still running over your upper body. somehow it didn’t feel like he was talking about the tattoo. ‘okay.. can you um just..’ you trailed off as you gently turned his face away by his jawline and shuffled in a little closer to get a better handle on his neck. you cold hands touched his warm skin, immediately repeating the feeling of blood draining from your face as you placed the pen on his neck. your eyes flicked over to the mirror that faced the couch; where you saw changkyun looking directly at you, smirking as he saw your eyes meet. your heart felt like it was beating out your chest, becoming very worried he could hear it the same as you heard it in your ears. 

around 10 minutes passed and you’d finished the first tattoo and you moved onto the next one; on the upper side of his bicep. this job was becoming a bit of a gift and a curse. the rest of the staff carried on organising, which should have made the situation feel much more relaxed, yet it didn't seem to make any difference, you still felt like your heart was about to burst out your chest. until he spoke. ‘do you have any?’ he murmured. you almost didn’t hear it. you shifted your eyes from your work to his face to see if it was directed at you. his dark gaze was staring back at you, taking you by surprise. ‘any what?’ you murmured back at the same level, looking back at his arm. ‘any tattoos?’ he responded. you swallowed slowly, how on earth did his voice make you so nervous? it cast goosebumps all over your body yet made you feel like you were burning up; it was almost repulsive as he knew what he was doing, but you didn't want it to stop. 

a moment passed as you replied ‘yeah.. I have 3′ you steadied you breath trying to sound relaxed, like you weren’t going to explode. ‘what are they?’ he questioned, his voice beginning to sound softer as the conversation began to flow. you pulled away from the tattoo and gently pushed your hair over your left shoulder; turning your upper body the same way. ‘so.. I have one here’ you said softly, showing the back of your shoulder to him. his eyes were low as they took in all of your back, not leaving the mark on you until the last moment when you turned back to face him. his gaze flicking back up to meet yours as you turned to the other side to gesture to one on the side of your ribs, pulling your shirt up just a tiny bit to reveal the next trace of ink. his now hunched over body dangerously close to your exposed skin; causing you to suddenly stop, lowering your shirt back down and locking eyes with him. ‘and um, I can’t show you the other one..’ you trailed off, picking your pen back up. you could tell he was still looking at you. ‘why?’ he queried, in an extra low, extra sultry voice. the smirk on his lips growing larger as he began to guess as to why it was something you couldn't show him. he thought seemed to excite him. and equally, it excited you. ‘its um, in a place I can’t show you..’ you chucked softly, hoping it would break his intense gaze. to your dismay, he remained his harsh look. ‘show me’ he practically growled, his voice as low and the pit in your stomach. your eyes quickly shifted round the room, noticing that everyone had now left. ‘I can’t..’ you replied with a little chuckle. this response seemed to peak Changkyun’s interest in the matter. ‘show me where on me then’ he whispered slowly reaching for your hand and pulling it towards his body that was now shifting to his slouched torso and parted legs. your heart began to race, with the knowledge of where the tattoo was and knowing where you were going to have to touch him. this was less than professional, but somehow you didn’t care. he placed your hand on his chest trailing it down towards his abs. your fingers lightly leading the way until he reached the base of his stomach. 

‘here?’ he paused the motion and looked up towards you, a smirk plastered over his lips. a smirk that transferred onto your lips too. ‘a bit further’ you whispered, earning a breath from changkyun. his hand continued down past his stomach, onto the waistband of his jeans, causing him to exhale gently. just as both your hands approached the bulge that had now appeared under his jeans, you took control, steering his hand to the side next to his hip. ‘here’ you whispered cheekily, earning a loud yet disappointed exhale from his bitten lips. ‘I see’ he said, releasing your hand from his grip and placing his hands behind his head and leaning back. his eyes moving up and down your body as you stood back up and put the pens away. ‘I'm done’ you taunted, leaning against table looking at him with low eyes. sticking his tongue in his cheek pausing for a moment before pushing himself up; he walked slowly over to meet you. feeling the heat from his bare chest inches away from your small frame. his height looming over you made you feel tiny, and he liked that. he thrived on it. 

his now tattooed bicep curled up following his vascular hand towards your neck, goosebumps coated your arms from top to finger tips. his fingers trailed over your exposed shoulder, hooking his finger under the single strap from your top and and pulling it towards him. the inches between you two vanished leaving your body pressed against his taught chest. he leaned down, his breath trailing over your neck until he stopped at your ear. ‘no we’re not’ he said in a low breathy tone. your heart was beating a million miles per hour, your lips burned to touch his but you couldn’t move. like your entire body had stopped working.

changkyun pulled away, leaving your stunned body stuck in place. finally giving you a chance to breathe. his back muscles moving with every step it took away; making his way over to the clothing rail and putting his mesh shirt on without even looking at you. as if on queue; Jules entered clapping at changkyun in his outfit. ‘oh doesn’t he look great!’ she sang holding his face in her hands. ‘right lets get you on set!’ she said, pulling his hand out the door and onto set. leaving you in the dressing room, trying to rationalise everything that just happened. unsuccessfully. suddenly her head poked back into the room taking you by surprise. ‘aren’t you coming?’ she queried. ‘yeah, yeah I'm coming’ you replied pushing your confused body off the desk and following her out. 

the set looked insane, the lights were low and red creating a really sultry vibe. almost dingy. the room was full of extras talking quietly and milling around, the crew on the other side of the room looking like they were getting ready to begin. a rather tall looking man wearing a directors hat clapped to the room of people and shouted ‘right everyone, we are going to get started! we are going to get the second scene out the way first then we shall start shooting the dancing! okay! changkyun and ara come over here.. changkyun sit down and ara if you could get on top of him please’ he said motioning them to a green couch that was placed in the middle of the room. a tall black haired woman lead the way, she was gorgeous, her short hair grazed her shoulders and her makeup was sexy and sultry. bothered wasn't the word you would use to describe the description, but curious was. you wanted to see how this would unfold. changkyun shot a look over to you, once again a smirk on his face. you desperately wanted to keep your face neutral, knowing what he wanted you to react and not giving him the satisfaction was far more important. with that he flopped onto the couch, his arms over the back. this looked alarmingly familiar. ara gently straddled him, placing her delicate arms over his shoulders, awaiting further instruction. ‘okay great! so your basically just going to be touching him, hands on his neck, chest, hair, things like that. just make it look natural’ the director instructed. the 2 nodded in response. the discomfort this brought you was really beginning to settle in. you sat down on the crew chair behind you and crossed your legs, just watching. 

a lull of whispers filled the room as the crew got into position, leaving changkyun a few seconds to look over at you, hoping this would make you jealous. you wouldn’t give it to him. you couldn’t. pulling your phone out your pocket seemed like the best option. so you did, and began mindlessly scrolling, trying to ignore the very uncomfortable scene that was about to play out before you. ‘aaaand, action!’ called the director, the smoke machines began to spray thick fog throughout the room, a deep bass began to play only adding to the atmosphere. a few seconds passed of you scrolling on your phone trying to ignore it. but you couldn’t help but flick your eyes up from your screen. her hands were all up in his hair and trailing down his neck, her head thrown back leaving her exposed chest and neck to his gaze. wow this was uncomfortable. the discomfort was interrupted by the booming voice of the director ‘CUT’ he shouted, immediately the lights came on and the lull of quiet voices resumed. the pair looked confused, as the director strode over to the two on the sofa. the words exchanged were quiet, making sure that no one else heard. with that he made his way back over to the crew. ‘okay lets go again. aaaand action!’ he called. the atmosphere fell again. and so did your eyes to your phone. this time it lasted a little longer, until the director called cut again. the director lifted his hat to wipe sweat from his brow as he chatted to ara and changkyun. ara nodded strongly and apologised to him and got back into position. 

the interruptions continued another 2 times; causing the previous lull of whispers to become louder from the crew. Jules was stood talking to the producer who was looking rather disgruntled; making you wonder what the heck was going on. A rather worried Jules shuffled back over to meet you sighing as she sat down. ‘what’s going on?’ you queried, trying to sound as disinterested as possible. Jules leaned over to you, trying to make the conversation as unheard as possible. ‘well.. she’s just not quite getting the direction. it looks awkward on camera. I think they're going to call for a break and try again later’ she whispered, eyes flicking over to the now departed duo on the couch every few words. ‘okay guys, go grab yourself a drink and something to eat and we will start again in 20 minutes, sorry guys’ the producer called to the extras who are shared the same confused look as they walked out the room to the snack room. 

the director and producer walked over to ara and changkyun who were now looking over the directions on the paper in front of them. ‘grab your brushes, lets go listen in’ Jules said cheekily dragging you over to the group, to touch up their makeup. you pulled a powder brush out of your waist pouch and some a compact and began to power changkyun’s face. the conversation sounded intense. ‘it’s just that it’s looking a little awkward on camera. you’re both very farm apart, your bodies need to be closer together. more intimate looking.’ he director said awkwardly. changkyun didn’t even seem to be listening. he was looking back up at you, even though you weren’t looking at him, you wouldn’t. not right now. ‘sorry I don’t want to be a pain.. I just can’t imagine what you're asking’ ara said shyly, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

‘come here’ changkyun demanded, not breaking his gaze at you. you shifted your eyes up to meet his. ‘what?’ you questioned, lowering your brush from his cheek. ‘like this’ he said calmly, taking your arm and pulling you down onto the sofa. suddenly you were straddling him, brushes still in hand and very confused. before you even had chance to object, one hand was trailing up your thigh to your hip while the other one travelled from your shoulder to your neck as his mouth made its way to meet it. his hot breath marking where you longed for his mouth to plant itself. his lips stopping centimetres from your sweet spot. the crew erupted with praise and woah’s. wishing he would stay there for a few more seconds was too much to ask as he pulled away, leaning back on the coach and removing his hands from your hip and neck. his eyes meeting ara’s shocked face, ‘like that’ he smirked. slowly you stood up, fixing yourself as you tried to come back to reality. ‘yes yes like that! lets go for a take while the extras are eating’ the director said running back to the camera followed by the director. Jules dragged your stunned body back to the crew area as your legs wouldn’t seem to carry you, before you could even say anything to changkyun about how he firstly shouldn’t have done that, or apologise to ara. 

you watched as they got into position again, ran the scene, still as awkward as the last. the sighs and quick cut from the crew told you that they felt the same. ‘okay guys go get a drink and we will see if we can re work the scene’ the producer announced, very deflated. ara apologised and left the room, you couldn’t help but feel bad for her. this was uncomfortable, getting that intimate with someone in front of a whole crew. lord. you pulled your phone out your pocket to check the time. they were running behind. badly. as you locked it and put it back in your pocket you saw the director power walking over towards you. never good. ‘y/n will you do us a favour’ he asked you, sounding a little desperate. this could go one of 2 ways you thought. coffee run.. or something you realllly didn’t want to do. ‘umm.. what is it?’ you asked cautiously. ‘would you just do the scene with changkyun? we are running really behind and don’t have time to keep refilming’ he pleaded. you suddenly realised the entire crew was looking at you. including changkyun. ‘um.. I'm sure ara will be fine after she has a drink just give her another shot, please’ you whispered trying to not be heard by anyone else. ‘please y/n we don't have time, it’ll take 5 minutes max, please i’ll owe you one..’ he said, clasping his hands together pleading. you shifted your gaze over to changkyun who was stood in eye line behind the director, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk. god I hate him, you thought. ‘um.. yeah okay fine’ you said running one hand through your hair trying to calm yourself down. ‘yes okay amazing, get into positions please!’ he shouted turning back towards changkyun. your chest was burning like you were on fire as you watched him walk over to the couch, knowing exactly what was going to happen made it so much worse. 

slowly walking to meet him at the coach and standing over him as he looked up at you with burning desire. you adjusted your shirt slightly before gently straddling him, keeping you distance still. feeling the discomfort erupting. changkyun was obviously enjoying your awkwardness, chuckling as he reached one arm around your hips and pulling you closer to him so your core was now directly on his bulge. your throat hitched as his cool breath trailed down your cleavage, never breaking eye contact. the burn in your chest was spreading through your entire body, every part taking turns to be set on fire. ‘I told you we weren’t done’ he whispered gruffly, knowing exactly what he meant. the moment was interrupted by the director ‘okay right lets go, very natural, just like earlier, y/n just follow the lead okay? right aaaand action!’ he called, causing the entire set to fall silent, waiting for whatever was about to happen. it took a moment before anything happened, soaking in exactly where your bodies connected. the music boomed low as you both became engulfed in a spray of smoke. it felt far more comfortable than before, like no one could see you. 

changkyun’s hand spread flat travelling up your thigh, curving to the contours of your hip, leading up your side. your body froze outwardly, but inside you felt everything. his hand on a path to your breast, taunting you with the feeling he redirected his graze to gently trail over the top of your breast and up your neck. forcefully gripping the back of your neck and planting soft kisses up it, starting at the base and slowly working his way up. taking his time on every spot, missing non of it. earning a soft blow of air from your mouth are you arched your back to meet his hard chest. a breathy ‘knew it’ escaped his lips between harsh kisses up you neck as he reached your sweet spot. 

you couldn’t let him have all the fun. you thought to yourself as you reached down to his belt loops, pulling your cores closer together taking him by surprise. a quiet low groan left his lips as you reached one hand into the back of his hair; gently tightening your grip, keeping him in place. his hands fell from you neck, holding his grip on your hips. you knew this was the reaction you wanted but you couldn’t stop there. taking the opportunity to snake your right hand up his chest to meet his jawline, holding it lightly, leaving his neck exposed. his eyes connected with yours, letting you have full control of him. his rosy lips slightly parted as you leaned towards them. grazing your nose against his, lips inches away from each other. the torment was well received, noticing a small smirk on changkyun’s lips. ‘kiss me then’ he whispered, just loud enough for you to hear. you let out a breathy laugh as you removed the inches between you two, grazing your lips against his. you felt his entire body relax beneath you as he moaned into the kiss; allowing you full control. or so you though, he quickly wrapped a strong arm around your waist, flipping you over so he was on top. his torso baring weight down on you, pulling your legs to wrap around him. hands either side of your face to keep you exactly where he wanted you, leaving you completely submissive to his grip. 

‘aaaand cut!’ the director shouted, pulling you both out of the complete state of euphoria you were just in. ‘fantastic guys, wow that was great. I think that’s it, take 10 minutes and we will start the next scene’ the producer continued, clapping as he stood up out of his chair. leaving the crew to continue to their lull. you slowly looked up at changkyun again who hadn’t seemed to look away. his once perfectly tousled hair now a mess, reflective of yours. you pushed yourself to sit upright on the couch, releasing yourself from his arms. silence. from you both. desperately trying to think of what to say; changkyun began ‘I knew you weren’t done’ he smirked. causing you to chuckle awkwardly, ‘whatever’ you replied running a hand through your hair, putting it back in place. ‘the shoot finishes at 5, I'll see you after’ he said flopping back onto the couch next to you. he wanted you to say yes. you knew that. and you couldn’t have that. not yet. you leaned towards him, watching him think you were going to kiss him again. stopping just inches away from his lips you whispered; ‘we’ll see’ standing up and walking away before he even had a chance to open his eyes. catching a view of you before you left the room, realising his trousers were now getting uncomfortable.. 

[watermelonsugawara]

Hi wife ❤️❤️ give me some jealous Kuroo action please!!! like you’ve been studying w a guy from one of your classes a bunch and he doesn’t like it. It can be SFW or NSFW, whatever your preference is but I would really enjoy a jealous kuroo 🤤

YESSS MY BEAUTIFUL WIFEEE hi :) lemme give u some kuroo foooood

❥ warnings: nsfw; like a lil spice?; a liiiiittle teasing, a liiiiittle grinding, fingering, choking, spitting, creampie, JK A LOT OF SPICE LMFAO

❥ characters: jealous!kuroo x fem!reader

❥ a/n: kuroo can fuck dis pussy up any day. thats literally my only note lmfao. so uhhh here u go yall

ALSO MY BAD ILL PUT A KEEP READING WHEN IM OFF MOBILE LOLL

❥ wc: idk i typed on my phone i’ll figure it out later lol

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Kuroo continued to tap his pencil against his textbook, echoing throughout the coffee shop. He held his chin in his hand, checking the time every few minutes. 3:43 pm, his phone read. 7 more minutes before (Y/N) leaves, he thought, pouting to himself. He didn’t realize his pout was visible to you until you closed your book and reached a hand across the table to stop Kuroo’s incessant pencil taps. The feeling of your small hand on his pulled him out of his thoughts to look at you.

“Tetsu, what’s wrong?” you asked, rubbing small circles on his hand. Your boyfriend had known you had a partner project that you had been working on for a few weeks, so you’ve been cutting your study dates short to meet with your classmate. Despite knowing every time, Kuroo acts pouty all over again, seeming to count down the seconds before you have to go.

“Nothing,” Kuroo sighed, covering your small hand with his large one, “I’m just gonna miss yoooooooou.” He drawled out the last word and pouted his plush lips.

“We are finishing up the project today, so I’ll be out a bit longer,” you began, and Kuroo’s eyebrows immediately furrowed. “But then I won’t have to leave our study dates early again. I’ll meet you back at the apartment, okay baby?”

Kuroo concealed his jealousy with a soft smile as he nodded in agreement. He watched as you began packing up your belongings to go meet your classmate at the library. It made his blood boil knowing your attention was going towards another guy, even just for some school project. He cleaned up his own books and pushed in his chair at the table. He planted a quick kiss on your lips before you two parted ways.

Kuroo sat on the couch at your apartment, shaking his leg anxiously. He picked up his phone to check the time, the bright screen reading 8:34 pm. He frowned at the absence of your texts and your absence in general. He tried to put his focus back to his homework, but his mind continued to wander. He didn’t even know what this guy looked like anyway. Surely this classmate isn’t more attractive than him ...right?

Kuroo shook his head to clear the thoughts from his mind just as you turned the key in the doorknob. He instantly perked up at the sound, nearly leaping off the couch to greet you. You couldn’t even set your bag down as Kuroo snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

“(Y/N), I missed you,” Kuroo said against your skin, his voice a little deeper than usual. His voice vibrated against the crook of your neck, sending a spark of heat through your body. You pulled away from the hug to look at your boyfriend, a soft smile painted across his face. You cupped his jaw and pulled him to a kiss that was intended to be quick, but there was a hint of neediness coming from the way Kuroo’s lips moved against yours. You pulled away to look at home once more. “Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Yes, I just missed you... a lot. I hate being away from you,” Kuroo said quietly, his face heating up slightly. You looked at him puzzled, as you’ve been gone to study with friends countless times before, but then it clicked.

“Babe, are you jealous?” You questioned, emphasizing the last word just a bit too hard causing Kuroo’s face to turn an even deeper shade of red. Clearly he didn’t like to say the actual word out loud, you felt his grip on your waist get a little bit tighter.

“Maybe, but is that so bad? You’re my girlfriend and I don’t want any guys getting the wrong idea,” Kuroo responded sharply, his envy getting the best of him. The thought of someone else’s hands on your skin set a fire ablaze beneat his skin, making his muscles tense.

You set your bag down and slipped your jacket off your shoulders, hanging it on the hooks by the door. You held your boyfriend’s face in your hands, seeing the conflicting feelings of envy and desire in his expression. You pulled his ear close to your mouth and whispered, “I’ll always be yours, Tetsu.”

The way you breathed his name against his ear caused his cock to twitch in his sweats. He quickly pulled you into another heated kiss, grabbing the backs of your thighs to lift you up. You pushed off the floor and jumped into his arms with ease, his hands quickly finding purchase on your ass underneath your skirt. You kiss the sensitive spot near his ear, pulling a low growl out of Kuroo. He walks the two of you over to the couch where he sits and you feel his length pressing against your center. You moaned at the feeling, grinding down harder against him. Kuroo slipped a hand between your bodies towards your center, biting his lip at the feeling of your juices along your folds.

“Holy shit, kitten. You’re so wet already,” he breathed, running a finger up and down your slit. You moved your hips, desperate for more contact, but Kuroo quickly took note of this pulls his hand out from your panties and you whined at the lost of contact. “Someone’s eager,” Kuroo smirked.

“Tetsu please, I need you,” you moaned, your hands pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat speed up. He wrapped his large hand around your neck, your lips parting at the pressure but no sound comes out. His other hand slips his thumb into your mouth, marveling at how your plush lips suck around his finger, the feeling of your hot tongue making precum leak from the tip of his cock. He dragged his thumb out to open your mouth, and right as you closed your eyes, you felt his spit land on your tongue, letting out a loud moan before swallowing it as quickly as it came.

“Good girl, always so ready for me,” Kuroo praised, releasing a hand from your neck to lie you down on the couch. He pulled your shirt over head and unclasped your bra, wasting no time to cup your breasts and suck on your sensitive nub, pinching and swirling his finger around the other. He peppered kisses down your abdomen before pulling off your panties, his long fingers brushing your slit, gathering your essence. Your back arched as he pushed in two fingers at once, your hands immediately gripping his strong biceps. His fingers pumped deep into you, quickly finding the soft spot that made your toes curl. Endless rambles and gasps fell from your lips as he hit your spot over and over, but he pulled out his long fingers just as the heat in your stomach reached its peak.

Kuroo quickly pulled down his sweats and boxers simultaneously, his thick cock finally free from its restraints. Kuroo uses the juices from his fingers to coat the head, and he hovered over you to line up with your core. He moved his hips to tease your folds with the tip of his cock, causing you to writhe beneath him as you whispered, “Tetsu, please, I want you inside me.”

“Well fuck, when you say my name like that, I can’t resist kitten,” Kuroo groaned and he pushed his cock into you slowly, your walls stretching around the head. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at how full you felt, and he was only halfway. You wrapped your legs around his waist to push him even further into you. Kuroo clenched his jaw as you clenched around him, the slick of your walls driving him insane.

“My god, kitten you’re just sucking me in,” Kuroo groaned, his eyes locked on where you two were connected. “Your pussy was just made to fit around my cock, wasn’t it?” Kuroo continued to rut his hips into you, going at a relentless pace. He’d pull back until just the head was still inside your pussy before slamming his hips back into you and hitting you g-spot, curses spilling out of your mouth. Kuroo leaned down to suck dark marks into your skin, soothing the spots with his wet tongue. Your hands carded through his hair, pulling it into fists, making him moan against your hot skin. A strong heat began to pool in your stomach as Kuroo mercilessly hit the spongy spot inside of you.

His thrusts became erratic as he neared his release, slowly attempting to pull out before he finished, but you used your legs to keep him inside you. Kuroo looked up at you, his pupils blown just thinking about what you’re gonna say next.

“Fill me up, baby, I want it, I n-need it,” you moaned, sending Kuroo over the edge. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and with a loud groan he came inside you, the feeling of his white ropes of cum inside you brought you to your own climax, crying out his name he fucked you through your high.

Kuroo pulled out and slumped beside you on the couch, both of you trying to catch your breath. You started to feel Kuroo’s cum drip out of your pussy, but before you could close your legs, Kuroo slid his hand to catch it with his finger, sliding it into your overstimulated walls. You bucked your hips at the feeling and looked over to him with wide eyes.

“Oh, you thought I was done with you, pretty girl?”

...

[lordseochangbin]

i’ll protect you

hitman!changbin au w babygirl series <3 

word count: 4.2k

a/n: thank you for 1.4k !! i hope you guys enjoy this

warning: cringe superM reference,, remember all work is fiction :)

the light was still red and the timewatch in front of gave 10 seconds to cross. but that didn’t stop the car from coming at you with full speed. it felt almost blissful, like someone knocked the wind out of you, but it didn’t hurt. the way the driver cursed in court, saying he would end your life for all the charges you brought upon him and his family. the dark past, the stitches and bruises that painted your skin remained forever. this was something that would remain in your darkest dreams, an occurrence reminding you of the event that changed your life.

the man’s words remain imprinted in your head, “i’ll get you back for my money”

“Y/N YOU HAVE WORK IN AN HOUR WAKE UPPP”

you groaned as your friend pulled the comforter away from your legs, goosebumps covering your skin from the cold air.

“stop it!!” you laughed, trying to grab the sheets again

“y/n, you take forever to get ready! it’s best if you hop in the shower instead of being late again. unless you don’t want to here news about your ‘husband’”

“like i said, nora’s dad is not my husband. i dont even know who he is” you replied

your friend shot you a curious look, “don’t ask like you’re not secretly wishing he showed up for the parent-teacher conferences”

“im not!! nora just sees me as a mother-like figure” you said, having to reassurance yourself of the statement in the process

you winced at your friend, who threw a towel at you and pointed to the bathroom door with the shower already on. “right..now go while we make breakfast” 

you smiled at the thought of breakfast before running to your friends and giving them a hug “thank you, and thank you! i shall shower” you winked before running to the steamy room.

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“i swear to god if that fucking teacher is late to your class again i will actually have a one-on-one talk with her” changbin cursed, getting on one knee to put a warm black-leather jacket on his daughter

“daddy! no curse words, we’ve been over this!!” nora exclaimed, throwing her dad a soft punch on the shoulder

changbin threw a hand on the spot, feigning hurt. “oh no! my princess got me!” he chuckled

nora sat down beside her father, “please don’t yell at my teacher, she’s my best friend. she could make a nice wife too...” she winked

changbin scoffed. a teacher? best friends with my daughter? changbin dismissed nora’s mention of a wife as he tucked the jacket, securing its warmth, and gave nora a peck on the forehead. “your only best friend is me, and i don’t plan on sharing.” 

nora rolled her eyes as she stomped on changbin’s foot, “well get used to it!” 

“ah! feisty!!”

“i only learn from the best!!!” she said before running down the hallway.

changbin laughed as he watched her run down the hall, knowing he wouldn’t hear enough of this mysterious teacher as her pink dress flowed under the black leather jacket. she looked like one of the boys, and she definitely acted like one of them. he took a deep breath, a wave of exhaustion running through him from last night’s business, before running after his little princess

“nora!!”

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the second changbin parked his car in front of the school, nora was already out the door. “love you dad!” she sent him a flying kiss before running up the stairs to the school’s entrance. 

“love you too” he whispered to himself before driving off.

changbin’s life was no easier than yours, he constantly hustled at the car garage to make money. being an only father to a girl who had the attitude of a queen, he ensured nora was happy and was able to have all the experiences a child could live for. daily appointments at the shop meant he came home late, nora being dropped off by a school friend after school. 

little did he know it was you behind nora’s happiness all along. always helping her out with homework and making sure she came home safe. by the time changbin was home nora was sound asleep, and by morning he would have already forgotten to ask how she got there. 

when changbin pulled his jet black mercedes into the shop, a sensor scanned his perimeter before a secret door could open. he pulled into the lot inside before stepping out.

“a new appointment today changbin” bang chan said, throwing a gun for changbin to catch. this was the 3racha “car garage”, and if you’re wondering ‘who is 3racha?’, then maybe it’s better if you paid attention to the news. it was almost every week the words “3racha” met the headlines, they were one of the most popular hitman organizations. cb97, spearb, and j.one were their names. 

“who is it this time?” changbin said, loading his gun and carelessly throwing it to the backseat.

“it’s a female in her 20s. client claims he stole her money, you think you can get on this one changbin?” jisung said, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him as he tried to find more details on the client’s request

“it’s always about money, huh?” changbin sighed

“isn’t that how we got here?” chan asked, throwing a wad of cash to changbin’s chest.

“now listen changbin, don't give me any of that ‘oh, she has a baby bullshit anymore’, okay? i dont understand why you’ve softened up lately with your requests, but don’t like our person go like last time- or i’m handing you off to the police”

jisung got up from his seat, “chan, jesus calm down”

chan turned around, grabbing changbin by the collar. “what do you mean calm down? you know what he did last time?! he almost got us caught!”

changbin grabbed chan’s wrist, easily shoving him to the side and taking a moment to relieve himself of the adrenaline and steaming blood that shot up his veins seconds ago. 

“look chan, i’ll do it okay?” changbin dully said

“you don’t mind, right hyung?” jisung got up to help chan who remained on the floor.

“no, i dont mind.”

“‘just another day in the business’” changbin said under his breath

≿————-　❈　————-≾

you arrived at the school early, planning out your lesson and making yourself a cup of coffee as a reward for “always” being prepared. the bell rang, students rushing to the classroom filled with excitement. “Y/N!!!” nora said, running into your arms for a big hug.

“nora!! cute outfit, lovebug!” you complimented

the girl grabbed the ends of her dress, doing a little twirl for you before giggling in joy. “daddy picked it for me!”

you raised an eyebrow at the price tag, still hanging off the crook of her neck before grabbing a scissor

“looks like your ‘daddy’ forgot to cut the price tag as well”

god, what kind of father forgets to cut the price tag? sometimes you could only wonder what selfish hooligan took care of nora. she was well disciplined and had an amazing personality. you fell in love with the girl in an instant, hanging out with her on a daily basis and dropping her off at home. sometimes you’d wait until she walked inside, staying a few hours in the empty parking lot until you saw the all-to-familiar black mercedes arrive at 12 sharp. you never found yourself interested in the man inside

at pulled nora in for a hug, making a few jealous students join in as well. “we love you ms.y/n!”

“thank you” you giggled along as the whole class got together for a huddle.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the last bell dismissed all the kids, nora joining the crowd basically dragging her outside to the spot where everyone waited for their parents.

you,on the other hand, decided to get into the habit of preparing for tomorrow’s class the day before- just to make it easy on yourself. this took a few minutes as you took out lesson plans and paperwork, humming to an superm song under your breath while your hands made weird gestures to the beat, sometimes you just couldn’t help the inner dancing queen inside you.

“god… what a cringey sight” changbin said, watching you through his binoculars. 

changbin stood on the building next to the school, not even recognizing the area as his focus was on you. he scratched the crook of his neck as he contemplated on whether he could watch you any longer or just go for it right then and there inside of the school classroom because he couldn’t watch you ruining his favorite superm song any longer.

before you knew it, changbin was right next to the window, placing a hearing device on the wall to hear what you might’ve been saying inside. maybe she’s dancing to distract others -changbin thought to himself- maybe inside she’s discussing mafia plans, or discussing how to rob the nearest bank, or maybe she’s…

“I DON'T EVEN CARE, 여긴 우릴 태울 stage, LEFT TO THE RIGHT, WE GON MAKE IT-MAKE IT BANGGGG” (a/n: >superm-jopping< ty genius lyrics :D)

“aw fuck!” changbin cursed, throwing his headphones at the sound. his nose scrunched up at the screeching he heard earlier, mentally face-palming himself for even thinking you may have been someone suspicious, but no-you were just a very.. very horrible singer.

why were you even being targeted by a client? changbin thought back to his recent nights, where the girls were either associated with crimes or drug lords

but you seemed like a regular woman, just someone who was going about in their daily life. changbin picked up his equipment and walked away, the school just seemed like a terrible place to begin with. 

“hey jisung, you want this done this week?” changbin asked into the phone

“no- i want this done tonight” chan replied in a stern tone

changbin rolled his eyes at chan’s sudden response, hanging up seconds later to avoid any further argument

≿————-　❈　————-≾

after your superm marathon, you grabbed your bag and locked the door. the school seemed dead silent, aside from an unfamiliar sound. you followed the small whimpers before finding yourself outside, where nora was hiding in the corner. “nora! baby, what are you doing here?” you said, taking her in for a hug

“i-i can’t find my daddy” she sobbed into your shoulder, her hand wiping her tears as tried to regain her breath

“aw..aw no love! you should’ve told me” you said, holding her hands in yours as you straightened out her puffy pink dress

“it’s okay, daddy said princesses like me don’t need others” she whispered in the midst of tears

you placed a finger under her chin, making contact with her as you tried to cheer her up “did your dad say this? then maybe you should know, princesses love milkshakes right?”

“milkshakes?! princess nora loves milkshakes!!” nora exclaimed in excitement, her grasp on your hand tightening as if to say ‘take me, i don't want to be lonely any longer’, and you listened, guiding her to your car.

≿————-　❈　————-≾

it was about five pm when you arrived at nora’s front porch, “and here we are princess nora” you said, putting the shift on park before getting out to open her door. 

once you got to the passenger’s side you noticed nora didn’t remove her seatbelt, nor did she grab her bag. “nora… aren’t you gonna go inside”

nora silently turned her head to you, a pitiful was readable as she whispered “there’s no one inside” 

“your dad isn’t inside..?”

nora shook her head no, and you thought about all the times you dropped her off at home and waited. “nora, has he even been home?”

“in the mornings” she shrugged

your body stiffened a little as you pitied the girl in front of you. sometimes nora’s responsible qualities amazed you, in fact, you could even argue that she was more responsible than you. it wasn’t right though, to leave her to an empty house like this. you shot her a quick smile, “then how about we stay at my house since your dad won't be home till midnight?”

“sounds good,” she said, giving you a thumbs-up with both hands. her eyes wrinkled when she laughed and you couldn’t tell if it was because she tried so hard to laugh each time or if it was because she was genuinely happy. 

you hopped in the car before your phone could ring inside your call. “god, where is my phone” you said to yourself before nora could find it on the floor.

“here!” she said, handing you the device before you could answer

“what..both of you guys won't be home..?ahh okay, working late… okay okay i’ll leave dinner” you said throughout the conversation before hanging up

“looks like it’s just you and me nora” you said, backing up from the parking lot… not expecting the night to come. 

≿————-　❈　————-≾

the clock read eleven pm, and by now nora was in your room sound asleep. you left the bedroom door closed to lock any noise, your feet propped on the coffee table in front of you as you settled on the couch. a book in your hands, the sound of nothing in your surroundings make you feel at peace. 

it was only until you heard the noise of your doorknob jiggling. god, your roommate was probably struggling again-you thought. chuckling softly to prevent any noise you slouched on the couch, hiding your head to surprise her. 

the door slowly opened, a creaky noise following it as you heard soft footsteps enter the room. you stayed in your place, wanted to quietly surprise her since nora was sleeping. you felt that footsteps stop however, a perfect chance for you to get up. 

“boo!” you exclaimed with a smile on your face. your smile slowly faded as you stared at the man ahead of you, your eyes almost popping at the sight of the man with a facemask and a gun in his hand. in any other situation, if your life isn't at stake, you would’ve laughed as horror movies never spooked you and your vivid dreams held much worse. this, this was real. you jumped over the couch, standing in front of your bedroom door.

“who are you?! take anything, you can take anything fuck just take anything please, please!”

the man stepped closer, making your body shiver in fear as he placed a finger on your cheek. a finger slipped between your lips making your heartbeat increase. almost out of your chest. your fingers ached. your adrenaline pumped. your instinct had so many plans, grab the vase and knock him out. grab his wrist and twist it. kick him in the crouch. but you knew this wasn’t like the dreams, you were helpless. you gave into his touch and your legs gave up. falling onto your knees, your lips trembled at the sight dawned over you. 

“why are you protecting this door? what’s inside?” the muffled voice questioned

“n-nothing… nothing” you stuttered as he placed the gun to your head

“what’s inside?” he repeated in a loud voice that made you want to surrender right then and there, but you knew that wasn’t right

you took a deep breath to regain any sense of stability before replying, “one of my students, shes of a young age please- please don’t harm her” you said, “ i’ll do anything you want! please, please don’t go inside”

“fuck it” the man cursed before opening the door behind you. you gasped in shock to see nora standing in the middle of the room, her hand covering her face from the gun pointing at her.

you got up in an instant, taking to step to grab the glass vase before nora could speak

“d-daddy?” she said, “what are you doing here?” her words came out in a frightened, as if she didn’t want to believe this man was her father

“nora?!” the man threw off his mask and ran to the girl, “are you okay? are you hurt?” the man turned around, pointing the gun directly at you before you could scream in shock

“what the hell are you doing with my daughter?!” he exclaimed 

“daddy no please! she’s my friend!! she’s helping me!!!” nora said, hugging changbin’s right leg and jumping in an attempt to grab the weapon in his hand

“don’t shoot!! dont!!” changbin’s heart was pumping out of his chest, his own daughters words hitting him hard as he dropped his gun. his hand went straight to his forehead as he tried to figure out the situation in hand. 

“daddy… why do you have a gun?” nora asked in shaky voice

changbin fell to this knees, pulling nora in for a hug. “i’m so sorry baby, i’m sorry you had to see daddy like that” 

nora pushed him away however, running to you in a heartbeat. “don’t harm y/n! she’s my best friend! i wont leave her!” 

changbin gulped at the sudden request, looking around in uncertainty. this all passed by you like a dream however, and you couldn’t get yourself to believe what was happening.

“nora, stop” you said, picking the girl up into your arms. “is this man really your father?” you asked her, as changbin stared at the floor

nora simply couldn't respond though, wrapped two hands around you and sobbing into your shoulder for the second time that day. 

≿————-　❈　————-≾

“so you’re telling me.. someone wants to kill me?” you asked, a scoff leaving your lips- as if things could get worse

“uhh… essentially” jisung replied hesitantly. you stared at nora in your arms, eyelids shut but you could still see her eyes moving around in fright. 

chan and changbin stood in the opposite sides of the room, chan’s face buried in his palms as he tried to hide his sudden anger at changbin. yes, changbin failed his mission again. yes, changbin’s weak spot was targeted again-yet unintentionally. but this wasn’t about the mission, this was his best friend here. he was conflicted between his daughter and his own job-and chan wanted to be the last person to get in the way. 

“changbin, lets just give up this mission” chan said, looking over to the boy who simply stared at the ground

give up on the mission??- you thought. to be honest, you didn’t know what you were doing here, in a room with three hitman. any sane person would’ve ran, but you somehow registered that as long as nora was with you- they wouldn’t hurt you. holding her tightly to your chest, you listened to the discussion among the three men before realizing what they were talking about. 

“hold on, hold on.. if someone paid for you guys to kill me and you guys say you just ‘cant’, then wont they just find someone else?” you asked, your heartbeat increasing at how lucky you were to have been with your murderer's daughter, and chances of it happening again being low.

“i… i mean, yes?” jisung said in an uncertain voice. chan and changbin looked at the youngest with a look as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing?’

“so.. you three are just gonna leave me to be murdered by someone else” you said in the most calmest voice you could possibly muster up. in fact, it was so calm that the three boys turned to you in surprise, watching the way you clutched onto nora with such comfort. changbin looked away but the other two couldn’t help but notice how much of a connection you had with nora. 

“i won’t let it happen” chan said, looking at changbin. 

you turned to chan in surprise of his sudden regard, “you… you won't?”

“changbin, she has obviously been taking good care of nora. if you know what’s best for her, then you’ll protect her. we’ll protect her”

changbin looked away from you this whole time, not wanting to see nora in the hands of another individual. in fact, it just reminded him of the terrible parent he was. 

jisung nodded in agreement however, “yeah changbin, eventually you’re going to need some help with parenting and.. you like nora, right y/n?”

you sighed as they asked the obvious, your hands running through nora’s jet black locks. “of course i do”

changbin looked right at you when you responded, his eyes drilling into yours as he watched the way you hugged the girl in your hands. “then…” he started, “let’s find out who your client is. and end him”

≿————-　❈　————-≾

you arrived at the same home you found yourself dropping off nora every night. this time it was different though, you got to sleep inside. you carried nora in your hands as changbin guided you to the master bedroom and you placed the girl in the middle of the bed.

“is it fine if i sleep on the floor?” changbin asked, his hands anxiously rubbing his sides

“you’re asking me to sleep in the same room as the guy that tried to murder me less than a few hours ago?”

“look i’m sor-”

“the floor looks uncomfortable. i don’t mind if you sleep on the bed” you said, tugging the warm comforter and facing your back towards him. you felt the mattress carry extra weight as changbin joined, sitting on the other side of nora

he was quick to turn off the nightlight behind him, a groan escaping his lips as he adjusted to the minimal space in his own bed

“changbin?” you whispered

you heard a few ruffles from the bed before he could reply, “yes?”

“a-are you okay? you know.. with the whole thing earlier?”

changbin sighed before replying, sitting up on the bed as he grabbed nora’s hand. “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

you rested your head on your elbow, looking up at his dark figure before he could turn on the night light behind him. he looked straight ahead of him, his large fingers playing with the little girls hand before he could turn to you 

“i don’t know.. i mean sometimes i have these awful dreams at night of just me.. screaming at nothing? i don’t know what it is but it just felt weird.. i felt like i could trust you in someway. it just didn’t feel as scary. i didn’t feel like i had to scream for help or something”

with the light on and your attention on him you finally got a look at changbin. the boy in the black tee, sleeves hugging his arms filled with tattoos printing his skin in colors of red and blue. black vans and ripped jeans that covered the pink socks underneath. these socks were probably picked out by nora, you thought. she loved the color pink. 

changbin caught your eye as you stared at his figure before clearing his throat. “well, i definitely had to scream for help. the way you ruined jopping for me… i honestly cannot explain”

you choked on your breath, laughing as you remembered the way you sang to the top of your lungs. “you were there for that?!” 

“it’s not even funny. you seriously ruined that song for me”

you slapped his shoulder with your free hand, “stop it, you know you want an encore”

“y/n open that pretty mouth of yours and i swear i will kick you out of this house”

“‘pretty mouth, huh?’”

changbin scoffed, looking the other way as his cheeks turned a shade of pink. 

“well, anyways. i just want you to know that nora is really intelligent and fun to be around with. she seriously deserves the world”

“does she?” he asked, his other hand reaching out to grab yours and giving it a squeeze. “why don’t you help me give it to her?”

“what do you mean?”

“y/n, you seem stupid as hell but i seriously think we could get along. i don’t know what it is but i already like you” changbin confessed, making you smile as your fingers intertwined with his

“god, what am i gonna tell people when they ask me if i’d die for you” you laughed, throwing your head back as you realized how dumb you were. you closed your eyes, settling into the comforter in ease, you dreams vanishing away with the comfort of two others

≿————-　❈　————-≾

it was usual for you to wake up in the middle of your sleep, so when you found yourself sipping coffee in the middle of changbin’s living room it was no surprise. but what did surprise you was the buff arms that wrapped around your waist. 

“hey, y/n” changbin’s raspy voice whispered into your ear, “what are you doing in the middle of the night?”

“just thinking” you replied, warming your hands with the cup of coffee as changbin laid his chin on your shoulder

“...about?” 

“about this.. who is this guy? i’m scared changbin, i’m scared to go to work, i don’t know who this guy could be” your lips formed a somewhat whimper sound making changbin worry as he now stood in front of you.

“y/n, look” he said, grabbing your shoulders. “i don’t know who this guy is either, but i’m sure he doesn’t have the ability to hear your talent for singing, so you wont have to worry”

you rolled your eyes at his unexpected comment before he could continue, “and i just want you to know that i’m here for you,okay? i’m gonna protect you. not just for nora, i love you y/n” changbin said, placing a kiss on your forehead. his grip on your shoulders softened as he slowly placed a kiss on your cheek, and next on your lips. 

you pecked his lips one last time before lying your head on his shoulder, “i love you too”

“i love you three!!” nora exclaimed, running over and joining the hug party. “i told you she’d make a nice wife” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at changbin

“just wait till you hear a voice nora, sounds of an angel” he remarked with a smirk, earning a stomp on his toes from you

“ouch!! feisty!” changbin replied

“i only learn from the best!” nora giggled. 

[dayasbun]

Fame - Angus Cloud (3)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 {reading now}

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Well, needless to say you got the role.

The final run through with Drake was successful, he started spewing off about how talented you were. You did your usual which was smile and nod, and Angus told you to "Stop being so shy mamas. You gotta get used to this."

Time flew as you turned in forms, focused on moving closer to set, and grew your social media audience. It was all exciting but also overwhelming, however you already loved it.

You and Angus seemed to be getting more comfortable with each other, the tension was wearing off and a simple friendship was forming. The luxury apartment you were moving into for when filming ceased was conveniently just a few doors down from his apartment, you two were going to be in the same complex. You talked quite often and filming hadn't even started yet, and you almost felt silly for feeling intimidated, if that was even the word, by him before. He'd offered to come over to help you move in- and even though the tension had faded, your {sometimes} inappropriate thoughts of him hadn't.

But today was the day everything kicked into gear, because today was the first day of filming.

You and Angus decided to meet up at a small, locally owned coffee shop before heading to set. You could both go together, and since he offered to drive, you could save some gas.

You got there early, you two were to meet at 7:30 am, you were there at 7:25 due to leaving time to dodge the traffic. Angus came through the door yawning at 8:17- due to oversleeping.

"Do you always do this?" you laughed sliding a donut over to him as he sat down across from you in the booth.

"Do what?" he asked, eating half of the donut in one big bite.

"Are you always late- like on set? Because most of my scenes are with you and I-"

"You think ahead a lot, I just like sleeping, you should like it too you feel what I mean? Sleep is just that bitch...if there was a girl like sleep then I would have a girl."

Half of the time the things Angus came up with made zero sense to you, but you always just agreed and moved along. For example, yesterday night he called you at 12:32 am just to let you know that the Frosted Flakes box had 'of corn' in small writing under the bold logo. You said you'd never noticed that- which was the truth, and then that led to him telling you the complete history of Mandela effects. You didn't get back to bed until 1:54.

"And to be fair Y/N, you kept me up last night with that Mandela effect shit." he said with a smirk as he finished off the donut.

Your mouth fell open as you rolled your eyes "Boy as if! You wish I-"

"So you quoting 90s movies now? That's new, don't really know how I feel ab-"

"Lets go," you shook your head standing up and tossing your coffee cup into the garbage.

You two walked out and into the warm LA air. "You read the scripts at all?" He asked you as you headed to his car.

"I did! We have a lot of scenes...some are quite different."

"What you mean? Not boutta lie I didn't read anything past the first episode cuz them other shits too far away."

"Well, sex is always a given in Euphoria."

"Yeah them nude scenes finna make me feel a bit violated if you know what I mean."

"You'll be fine, all you show is your ass but I have to-"

"Oh shit I gotta show my cheeks? For real? On television- aw nah I gotta talk to somebody about tha-"

"I have to show everything except my baby maker so...who really has it worse?"

"Yo' baby maker? Is that them gorgeous eyes cuz it sure does make me want to make a baby wit' you."

Was that a joke-

He did this alot. You never knew if he was actually flirting or if it was just him joking around, but you always assumed it was the latter.

"Was that a...was that a joke from you Angus? How rare!"

He flipped you off with a goofy grin at the next red light and you laughed. "No all jokes aside though Gus, I gotta show my whole body, titties and all. Like my parents are going to watch this how do I? Explain?"

“Well we can fuck wit’ all that when we get to it.”

“Oh baby...” You said sarcastically. “You didn't actually read the first episodes script did you?”

“What you mean?”

You pulled the script from out of your tote, clearing your throat before you started to read. “Jess looks at Fez with a gleam of interest in her eyes. ‘Its been awhile tiger’ she says in a certain way, a way that makes Fez adjust his- yeah I’m not reading that- ‘It has’ Fez says biting his lip. He wants her, but he doesn't know if she wants him too...he thinks she doe-”

“We gotta have sex the first episode? Nah you lying.”

“Episode 1, 3, 5, 7 and 8.”

“Holy shit what?! Aint nobody have that much sex last season...”

“Yeah but its because of our storyline. Jess and Fez constantly want each other and they think the only way to let it out is through sex- they are both terrible with commitment and Jess is afraid of Fez’s dealing; even if she wants to be with him that's keeping her away.”

“Damn, my manz Fez gettin’ the short end of the stick.”

“Jess is the only one getting a short stick Angus.”

It took him a minute to understand what you said, but as soon as he comprehended it his eyes widened. “Girl no you didnt- you know I’m packing- how you gon’ do me like that?!” he said defensively as he parked. You couldn't help but to laugh as you hurried out of the car. “Imma get you back for that!” He yelled after you. You shook your head and walked to the main trailer where everyone was to gp.

Walking in you saw only Z and Storm, Queen Bey played softly in the background showing the girls in front of you were in their element. “Hey girl!” Z said giving you a quick side hug. “Dont worry about being late, its all good. You came with Angus didn't you?”

You nodded whilst rolling your eyes and took the key she was holding out, walking back out and to your trailer.

The trailer was cozy, comfortable and not too small. It had quite a modern look to it, and the look on the outside didn't match the inside at all. You smiled as you sat on the sofa, seeing a white envelope on the glass table. On it was scribbled ‘Angus and Y/N’. Before you could get up to go over to his trailer, he walked in- no invitation, no knock, no anything. “Gee!!!! Good thing I wasn’t naked!” You said sarcastically as you glared at him.

“Yeah whateva. We gotta read this letter together I guess.” He said plopping down beside you.

“Yeah yeah okay, I can read it out loud.” You said cracking open the envelope and pulling out the bright white printer paper. “Okay here we go...it's from...Drake?”

“Ah shit.”

“Don’t worry yet, it's probably just- let me just read.”

Angus nodded and got more comfortable on the sofa as you started to read. “Angus and Y/N. On behalf of your upcoming roles I wanted to tell you guys to loosen up. Theres alot of sexy time to film, and I don't want the viewers to feel the sexual tension from Angus and Y/N, I want them to feel it radiating from Jess and Fez. Make kissing casual, make being naked around each other casual too. Don't make that shit weird. And Angus, make sure you can get it up. If it takes...oh-” you stopped for a moment.

“What?” Angus looked at you and you cocked your head to one side still inspecting the letter.

“Okay- here, he said: If it takes walking around each other unclothed then do it, take care of that tension between you two. I could feel it in the final run through, meaning that the viewers would be able to sense it as well. I'm only saying all this cuz its your first time filming together. I need art, not high school production shit. You guys have the passion, and you click. But there's something missing. Make the fuck out and get this show on the road. I'm always a call away if its not working out-- Drake.”

“Well damn. What he tryna say?”

“Angus it's clear what he's saying- I mean come on I feel the tension between us too, and I don't know what it is but hes right, whatever it is we need to get over it, and move on from that. This is business- an art form we have to work through. Ight?”

“Ight. So what I’m hearing is we gotta make out and get naked.”

“We aren't doing anything until ya girl takes a nap.”

“How you sleepy we just got here and you woke up 3 hours ago?”

“Listen man it is not my fault I only got 4 and a half hours of sleep-”

“SO you tryna say it’s mine?!” “It is! With your mandela effecr loving ass.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Okay okay, fair. But lemme sleep wit’ you.” “What? Why?”

“You the one that read the letter, we gotta drop this tension lil mama. And if we legit just sleeping, ion see nun wrong wit’ it, do you?”

You thought it over, and he had a point. There was nothing wrong with it, sleeping is sleeping...and besides, you two would have to do much worse.

“Whatever, come on.”

“Let’s go to my trailer though.”

“What? Why? Ion wanna walk come on Angu-”

“I can carry you then. But my place more homey, you just got here and your bed ain’t even got sheets.”

Damn, why is he always right? “Okay fine but carry me.”

He hunched down in front of the sofa “Get on my back and we can go.”

You grabbed your phone getting onto his back and holding on tight, your arms around his neck and your thighs squishing his sides. “Go go go!” You giggled, feeling safe as you rested your chin on the top of his head.

He ran to the trailer, causing you to laugh and hold on even tighter. Dropping you onto the bed, he looked around the small trailer-bedroom for more covers.

“You know girl,” he said looking into the closet “You kinda cute. How you was laughing out there had my heart beating fast and shit.” He found a throw and turned back around to ask you if it was good, but you were already out, completely sound asleep, and cuddled into a pillow. “Damn so you ain't hear none o’ that huh?” He sighed. “Probably better on my end. Can’t be catching feelings and shit.” He covered you over and lay beside you.

In your sleep your body detected the body heat, so you unknowingly turned over, cuddling into his chest. A smile formed on your lips as you moved closer, practically wrapping yourself around him.

The man sighed placing his lips to your forehead and leaving a light kiss. “Yeah. No catching feelings.”

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You Are The Reason

in which Josh thanks you for being the reason that he is who he is today.

a/n: this lowkey hurt to write but i am whipped happy with how this came out :))) i think this is also my longest one shot that I have ever written on here. 

update: wow 2,235 words im proud of myself-

Reason #1

He wasn’t sure why his heart had been beating so loudly in his chest. You were only cuddling with him like you always had as the both of you had your movie days together, but this time it felt different. It was weird when Joshua suddenly asked you to have a movie night on a Tuesday, rather than your usual Fridays, but who were you to deny it when he offered to buy dinner before you both returned back to his house?

Your head was already on his chest, both of your breathing were in sync as the movie in front of you continued playing on the television. After some time, he looked down to see your eyes already closed, resting on top of him softly as your lips were slightly pouted, but he knew that if he didn’t do what he wanted to do today, then he wouldn’t get another opportunity like it again.

“Y/N?” He softly whispers to your sleepy figure and you hum in response, looking up at him with one eye sleepily opened as he took a deep breath in, ready to spill everything to you from then on, but he couldn’t because of how cute you had looked in his eyes. 

Before he could even confess to you, he felt you lean up just slightly so that your lips were pressed against his softly and he immediately reciprocated the kiss as a small smile played on your lips. It was making his head spin as he started to think about whether you had done so because you were sleepy, or because you had the same feelings that he had in his chest, but you had already spoken up before he could say anything. 

“You had that look in your face when you looked back at me, so I did what neither of us had the balls to do.” You teased giggling a bit lying your head back down onto his chest as he had hugged you closer to his chest, knowing that from then, it was going to be a long journey with you beside him.

But at least he was happy that the confession process wasn’t hard, because you were his best friend that had liked him back, and became his significant other the next day when you both woke up. 

Reason #2

It was in the blur that happened as he watched you take small sips from your cup of coffee in front of the window, watching the little kids in your neighborhood play with one another in the snow. A small smile that was spread on your face was able to be seen from where he was standing, making a smile spread on the corners of his lips as well as he watched you. 

The sight of your fondness for the little children on your block made him feel warm, despite the coldness that you were both feeling this winter. He puts down his pre-made coffee that you made for him before he woke up onto a coaster on the coffee table and quietly walked over to where you were, moving over to embrace you for even more warmth. 

“Whatcha thinking about, in that pretty head of yours?” He teases, his lips coming close to the shell of your earlobe as his arms were slowly wrapping around your waist as he could feel your giggles resonating against him. 

“Good morning to you too,” You smiled while looking over to where he had already been staring at you with a happy smile on his lips before you started teasing him, “Affectionate today, aren’t we?”

“What? I can’t show my girlfriend love anymore? Guess I have to make an ad now, the requirements are having to give good cuddles and be able to make funny raps with me.” He playfully retorts and watches as you moved a it to turn towards him with your eyebrows raised. 

“You lose anyways, Joshua, so there’s no use of finding one. Besides, I was just watching the kids on our block play in the snow.” You snickered and looked back outside to see that they were all having a snowball fight with one another. 

“Do you think we can have kids that are like that one day?” He randomly blurts out and your eyes widened at his words in shock, before he could even process that he actually said it out loud from his thoughts, “Unless-”

“You actually think of us having a future one day, Hong?” You teased while poking his cheek and he smiles softly nodding as he continued on with his thoughts. 

“Yeah, I mean it would have to be in the future when we get married, you know? Like maybe one day we could move out of this small apartment and get a bigger house, have maybe 2 kids and live a happy life. But in the future.” He says blushing a bit that he had already thought it all out as you nodding, not being able to hide the smile on your face at how cute he was being.

“Maybe one day...” You whispered while turning away from him to hide the deep blush that was appearing on your cheeks, but it was no use as he had already started tickling your sides after putting down your cup of coffee. 

He had already known that it was you that he wanted forever with.

Reason #3

This was one of the many days that Joshua would ever be anxious in his life, that is if you say yes to him today. He had planned to propose to you at the playground that you both had met as kids, where he had told you earlier in the day that he wanted to go out with you on a picnic after you were finished working today. 

Agreeing to meet up with him at the park, he had already spent the entire afternoon putting things in place with the help of his other members, making sure that every single detail was absolutely perfect. He wanted it that way because he thought that a perfect person like you should have the perfect proposal. 

The only minor problem was that you had gotten earlier than expected and caught them in the middle of doing it all. Letting out a small sound of his name, he instantly turns around to look at you surprised as you looked at him in shock, not knowing what to say as you read the big words in the tree that were made up of little fairy lights that he had gotten Mingyu to hang up. 

“Y/N, what are you doing here? I thought you were coming by later?” He looks at you in confusion and you shrugged before looking back up between the tree and him simultaneously. 

“I got out early...” You trailed off before walking over towards where he was so that he could hear you clearly, “You planned on proposing today?” 

He wanted to say no, but since he knew that you had already caught him in the process, he could only nod his head in response while taking out the small velvet box that he had in his jacket pocket. A small gasp escapes your lips as you looked at the small ring that was encased in it and locked eyes with him as tears had pricked your eyes already. 

“You already know I’m going to say yes, because I love you, you dork.” You said smiling a bit as you pushed him slightly to the side and a laugh resonated from him while he was already sliding the ring onto your finger as he kissed your knuckles softly. 

“I know, that’s why I saved the speech and instead wanted to ask if you wanted to have another rap battle with me while eating the food Mingyu packed for us.” He smiles softly as you nodded in agreement and placed a small kiss on his lips as he was able to hear the members that were behind him cheering him on. 

“Yes I do, as long as they don’t eat our food.” 

Reason #4

He was nervous throughout the entire day, yet he somehow managed to find excitement in the adrenaline in his veins as well. Today was the day that he was finally marrying you, his best friend, his rock, his entity. Words couldn’t describe how much he had already wanted to marry you, even after the endless months of planning all of what was going to happen in a few moments from then. 

However, by the time that you were already walking down the aisle towards where he was at the alter, he could already feel tears pricking the ends of his eyes as he realized that you were both finally getting married. Even with conjoined hands, he couldn’t help but thank God and fate for allowing him to be lucky enough to marry you, in which he did as you both went on with your vows. 

But before then before you both could, the officiant had asked if there was anybody in the audience that had objected to your marriage, but it was only as a joke as Jeonghan had sprung up from his spot. However, Joshua laughed as you both had come to agreements to adopt a puppy together as a mediator while he thought that you and Jeonghan would be funny co-owners to a small puppy in the future. 

That was until it came time to actually say one another’s vows, in which he had began first since you mentioned that you would cry if you said them first.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me in this world, Y/N. Thank you for always being with me, whether its between our schedules, or when we have a fight that needs to have communication between us, thank you for never leaving when I was at my lowest. I promise to always continue loving and cherishing you with every single bone in my body, and promise to make sure that whatever may happen in the future, its us that will endure it all. You are my best friend, my partner in crime, my rap battle opponent,” He says laughing a bit through his teary eyes while choking back the last few words of his vows, “But most importantly, you are my soulmate. Thank you for being the reason I am who I am today, and for showing me what it is like to love someone unconditionally. I am in love with you, Y/N Y/L, and I can’t believe that I get to be the honor of being your husband.” 

It wasn’t like the entire audience had been silent because of the fact that it was a ceremony, but mainly because of his heartfelt words that also had you tearing up because he was your soulmate, like you were to him. 

But all he was able to see was you, the light of his life and his now wife that he can finally show off to the world. 

Reason #5

The empty feeling beside him felt foreign as he was blinded by the sunlight that was shining in from your windows. Joshua was confused as to why you had already left the bed without your usual tickle fights or kisses in the morning, but what made him even more suspicious was how quiet the house was, especially at 12 in the afternoon while calling out for your name.

“Y/N?” 

However, his thoughts were immediately answered by the time that he had stopped calling your name as his daughter had suddenly bursted into the room with poppers that had streamers out of them. She instantly ran over to where he had still sitting up and tackled him into a tight embrace, just as he had already started blowing raspberries onto her stomach, her giggles loudly echoing throughout the room. 

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” She cheers, still laughing at his ticklish actions, and kisses his cheek once he had stopped while climbing onto his lap. 

“Thank you, sweetheart, where’s Mommy?” He smiles kissing her head and just right on cue, you had walked in with a cake and a large smile on your face. 

“Surprise- wait, didn’t I tell you to cover his eyes, Jieun?” You laughed softly, watching your daughter already finding solace in her father’s lap while walking over to sit on your bed with the both of them as she shrugs softly. 

“No...” 

Shaking your head softly at your three your old daughter, you looked at your husband with a happy expression and turned on the electronic candle while pecking his lips. A small ‘ew’ was heard from Jieun as you both laughed at her silliness before he had looked between the both of you guys while looking down at his cake. 

“Happy birthday, Joshua. We love you.” You smiled and watched as he pretended to blow out the candle while moving the cake in order to engulf the both of you into a large embrace.

He places a lingering kiss on both of your foreheads and he felt as though he had everything he could ever ask for in the world, while a small sniffle was able to be heard from him.  

“Thank you to my beautiful angels, for being the reason that I am happy for the rest of my life.” 

[takingcourage]

The Start of Forever - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Drake x MC

Word Count: 2,387

Series Summary: The wedding has passed and the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria are free to begin their lives together away from the constraints of court. While honeymooning in Texas, they’re confronted with questions from their past that raise implications about their future. (Slight AU)

Chapter Summary: Drake and Jena spend some time alone after a difficult conversation with his mother. 

Author’s Note: Whew! Apologies for the unexpected hiatus on this story. Now that I have some free time again, I should be able to finish posting this story. I appreciate your patience through the long delay!

Tagging: @andy-loves-corgis, @carabeth, @speedyoperarascalparty

All things considered, Karen Walker had been rather more understanding than she’d expected. As Jena loaded her cereal bowl into the dishwasher, she thought back over the painstaking conversation that had ended less than an hour before.

Drake had not underestimated the effect that their news would have on his mother. On learning that her son had been given a duchy, color had drained slowly from the older woman’s face until a dull white shell was all that remained. In spite of her polite responses, the visceral reactions had been painful for all three of them.

Shortly after their previous discussion had finished, Karen had pulled Drake aside for a private word. After what she'd seen over the past eighteen hours, Jena could only hope that the woman was doing him no further damage.

She tried to convince herself that she’d done nothing but hurry along the inevitable, but guilt assailed her all the same. This certainly wasn’t the way she’d envisioned this day going. At this point, so much of their morning had been consumed by unpleasant conversation that she wondered if Drake would want to leave early for their night back in Dallas. She glanced a the stovetop clock, trying not to get her hopes up.

The quiet intonations from down the hall were at least somewhat reassuring. There had been no yelling -- of that was certain. If she was venturing to guess, she didn’t think she’d heard anything that sounded like crying either. Both seemed like signs in favor of productive conversation between mother and son.

Jena found a rag draped across the head of the faucet, dampened it, and set about clearing crumbs from the table. As she finished the final swipe across the width, she sensed a presence coming toward her.

“You don’t have to do that, Wittman.” The soft-spoken words startled out of her thoughts, despite her intuition.

“I know. But I needed something to do.” She cupped her hand underneath the cloth and shook the contents into a nearby trash can. “You doing okay?” Having rinsed the rag, she returned it to its former spot and rubbed her hands down the front of her jeans.

“Fine.” His brown eyes were trained on her, and she raised a quizzical brow as he opened and shut his mouth. Eventually, the words ventured forth. “Would you be interested in going riding? I was hoping to get the chance to show you around the ranch…”

“I’d like that a lot, actually,” she assured, still taking in his appearance.

Drake looked tired. It was evident in the exaggerated slackness of the skin around his eyes. A pang of guilt plagued her as she contrasted this with their time at the cabin. He’d been so peaceful there. After all of the stress she’d seen on that face in the past months, it sickened her to think that she’d been the cause of more.

“Good. We may as well get over to the stables. Have you ever actually saddled a horse, Wittman?” He raised his brow in challenge.

“No, but I think I’m about to learn how.” 

“Just as long as you don’t go scaring the horses. I don’t want to have to reenact that rescue from the derby.”

Jena scoffed at the slight, shaking her head in disbelief as she followed him out the front door. “You know that’s not how it happened, Walker.”

“Of course not,” he acquiesced, treating her to a half smile. She rolled her eyes and fell into step at his side, slipping her fingers into his. 

Jena had only ridden horses a few times during childhood, but she’d adjusted to the practice fairly quickly after coming to Cordonia. When she wasn’t taking day-long treks for foxhunting, she found that she actually enjoyed it very much -- especially when she was fortunate enough to have her husband’s company.

Riding around his family’s property spawned memories of exploring Valtoria with him on horseback, and she felt a pang of longing for their home. There was so much waiting for them when they returned. As much as she had enjoyed the honeymoon, some part of her was giddy at the thought of starting real life together.

Today, however, she was focused on Drake’s wellbeing. Other than the extremely thorough instructions as he’d guided her through the process of saddling the horses, he’d been fairly quiet since coming to find her in the kitchen. Jena's mind overflowed with words that could fill the silence, but nothing felt right. She breathed a grateful sigh when he chose to speak instead.

“I was pretty upset with you this morning, Wittman. I was sitting there drinking coffee and thinking that you were being unreasonable -- that you’d judged my mom too harshly. I’m not so sure anymore.”

The uncertainty in his voice halted her instinctive response. Jena breathed out slowly through her nose, biding her time in case there was more he wanted to say.

“I’ve never felt so angry with her before. She can doubt me all she wants, but doubting you -- I never thought she’d go that far. That’s a line she shouldn’t have crossed. I feel like I don’t even know her anymore...”

“For the record, I didn’t want to be right,” Jena admitted softly, grateful that they kept their horses at a relaxed pace so that she could meet his gaze. Her heart clenched at the distance in his deep brown eyes. “I just know what it’s like to defend someone who doesn’t deserve it. Finding out they’re not who you thought they were...it’s a hard pill to swallow.” She fiddled with the leather reins between her fingers, hoping that she was treading lightly enough to cause no offense.

“Your dad?” he asked simply.

Nodding, she met his eyes. The distant look gave way to a tenderness that mirrored her own worry for him, and she was struck by just how broken both of their families had been. “I wasted a lot of years making excuses for him, Drake. When I finally forgave him, it wasn’t because he’d done anything to deserve it. I just needed closure.” Drake stretched out a hand and she took it gratefully before continuing. “I don’t want you to have to go through all of that with your mom. I hope you’re able to figure things out and find a way to start over, but please don’t beat yourself up about it if you’re not.”

Her husband sighed, taking his time to respond as he turned his gaze to the horizon. “I sort of have to. I mean, dad’s not around any more. She doesn’t exactly have anyone else.”

Jena shook her head in an attempt to clear the conflicting emotions. She’d realized long ago that his protective instinct would have a propensity for getting them in trouble. She just hadn’t expected the trouble to take this form. “You always want to defend the people you care about, Drake. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you -- one of the things I love most about you too. But sometimes you have to think about protecting yourself. Sometimes that may even mean letting others protect you.”

“I don’t like to have people worrying about me.”

“We’ve been over this before…”

“I know. And sometimes having you around to worry about me is a good thing. I wouldn’t have come clean with my mom if it hadn’t been for you.”

“I hope it was the right decision.” She’d spent the past several hours second guessing her encouragement from the night before. “Did things...go okay?”

“Heh.”

She waited several moments, but he elaborated no further. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she ventured finally.

“Just that I think it’s going to take some time for her to adjust to the idea that I’m a noble and that I’m staying in Cordonia for good. But I think some part of her is proud too. Maybe someday she’ll come around to the idea that I’m not just wasting my life over there.”

“Does she really think that?” The words felt strangled as Jena worked them out of her throat. So many of her early interactions with Drake became clearer as she considered Karen’s likely influence.

He clicked his tongue to encourage the horse, but her question remained unanswered. Several paces later, he came to a sudden stop. Jena pulled the reins gently and dismounted to stand beside him in the tall grass.

“We’ll let the horses graze for a bit.”

She stroked the mare’s bony cheek and dropped the reins, putting her hands in her pockets instead. Squinting against the mid-morning sun, she followed Drake to a line of fencing nearby. Green stretched before them on every side, the light wind stirring long blades of grass into mesmerizing waves. She wondered vaguely if this was the sight that had enticed Karen to come back from Cordonia. Out here, in the warmth of late spring, it wasn’t hard to imagine the appeal that this land must have held.

Drake leaned against the nearest post, a wrinkle forming between his brows. With ease, Jena mounted the fence beside him, steadying herself with a certain hand.

Did I cross a line? Why hasn’t he answered my question? Jena hated the thought that her carelessness might have caused such distress. A week ago, she wouldn’t have been so bothered by the thought. Now, as this man’s wife, she felt some measure of responsibility to read his mind. The notion was ridiculous, but present nonetheless. Just as she was clearing her throat, he spoke.

“I’m not sure what my mother thinks anymore. She didn’t take it very well when I moved back to Cordonia. Wanted me to forge my own path instead of running back to the palace.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

“Going back?” At her nod, he continued. “I had a lot of questions at the time, but in a way, mom’s right. I’d been following Liam around for so long that it was easier to just settle back into that when I came back from the States. It took me a while to find where I belonged in all of it.  But no, I don’t regret it. Cordonia is home.”

“You’ve found your way now. And with or without the courtly graces, you’re still Drake Walker,” she beamed encouragingly. “I just wish your mom had taken the chance to get to who that man is.” A fresh sting of remorse accompanied the words, and she looped her fingers around the hand that rested beside her on the fence.

Drake interlocked his fingers with her own and lifted his face tentatively. “I think I’d like for her to get the chance to.”

Her pulse quickened at the meaning that underpinned his words. Biting her tongue, she shifted her weight toward him and took in his pensive expression.

“I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” He hiked a hand through his hair. “But I’m not sure I’d ever forgive myself if I cut the relationship off completely. I’d always wonder if things could have been different. I’m not saying that I want to come out here for Christmases or anything, but--” preoccupied, he ceased speaking as she squeezed his hand. 

“I’ll support whatever you choose, Drake. I can’t say I have a very good first impression of her, but I respect how much she means to you. If I had any hope of my dad changing for the better, I’d probably make the same choice.” Her tone grew wistful at the impossible notion. “But I think we’re going to have to find a compromise. I don’t want you bending over backward to make her a part of our lives if she won’t even meet you halfway. You can’t do that to yourself, Drake.”

“Agreed.”

“So she’s going to have to understand that there are boundaries she can’t cross. It’s going to take some time for us to establish trust again.”

“Sounds fair to me,” he considered, stroking her knuckles with his thumb as he looked to her face. “She’s been through a lot, Jena. I don’t want to put her through more than she deserves.”

“I know,” she responded quickly to the flash of pain in his eyes. “But if she puts you through more than you deserve, she’ll have me to contend with.” Although her tone was light, they both knew that the threat was genuine.

He hoisted himself onto the fence beside her, dropping his hands to his sides. “I never thought I’d be so happy to get back to Valtoria, but I’m really looking forward to it.”

She offered a wry smile. “I am too. I know we’re going to try to work things out here, but I can’t wait to get back to Dallas and then home.”

“It’s the last night of our trip, Wittman. How do you want to spend it?”

“Seeing as it’s the last night of our honeymoon,” she emphasized, “I was thinking room service, hot tub, and…some drinks.”

“Now that’s a plan I can get behind.”

“I’m not going overboard though. We’ve got a day full of traveling tomorrow.”

“We’ll sleep it off on the plane.”

“Maybe you will," she joked, hopping down from the fence. “I’ll be awake for it all.”

“Even if I keep you up all night?”

Jena threw him a look over her shoulder. "That didn’t exactly work for the trip out here." He extended a hand toward her and she settled into the space between his legs, running her palms against toned thighs that were stretched taut from his heels pressing into the lower rail.

"I’ll take that as a challenge.” The glint in his eyes sent tendrils of heat through her core.

“Just keeping you on your toes, Walker.” 

Drake shook his head at her accompanying wink. 

“Ready when you are,” she announced, rising to the tips of her toes. Drake cradled her cheek in his hand and leaned into the kiss. His lips were soft and warm, heated by the morning sun. She snaked her arms around his waist and melted into him with pleasure. When she finally pulled away, it took several moments for her head to clear.

The kiss told her all she needed to know. They would make it through this.  Together. 

[erosjeon]

Kalopsia

Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Words: 2.5k

You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food  we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is. You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.

Fuck.

You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.

What?

“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”

What?

“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.

A/N: Part 2 is out now

[donnarider]

!!DISCONTINUED!!  Klance - soulmate au (part 4)

Author’s notes:

update 12th July 2019: This story is unfortunately discontinued. There will not be a next part. I’m really sorry.

Read part 1

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“Bold” texts are from Keith, “italic” texts are from Lance

„Wow, that’s… rough?“

„Yes it is! I mean… I meant what I said. I just thought he would...”

“Say that he wants to be more than friends?”

“Yeah…” Lance put his head on the table they were studying at. The library was quiet and Lance had a hard time keeping his voice down while telling Hunk about his horrible not-date date.

“So how did the rest of the da…what happened after that?”

“Well, I was dying on the inside and pretended everything was fine on the outside. So, the usual.”

“Lance!”

Lance sighed and leaned back on his chair. The library’s ceiling suddenly seemed very fascinating to him. “We talked about stuff like favourite movies and such. I asked him about his bike. I had to leave for my seminar and he said he’d text me.”

“Well that doesn’t sound too bad,” Hunk decided and squeezed Lance’s shoulder supportively. “Maybe he just needs some time?”

“And what do I do if he doesn’t? I thought I’d be fine with being just friends but-,” he waved his hands around in a helpless motion. “I was basically doomed when he told me to be nice to my coffee in Spanish. I can’t just NOT crush on him now, you know. And that sucks… big time.”

Hunk smiled sympathetically at him and continued to flip through the book in front of him. “Just take it slow. Take a break for a few days and then invite him to do something and see what it feels like then. He’ll either change his mind or you could just bring me and Pidge along to make the friends thing easier. Maybe that’ll help?”

“Hmm. Yeah, maybe.”

Hunk closed his book and got up. “You up for visiting Pidge and Matt? I don’t think we’re gonna get anything done here right now. Also I think Matt finally got that video game you wanted to play so badly.”

“Nooo, Hunk. You wanted to study. I didn’t mean to distract you, I’m just gonna-“

“It’s fine, Lance. I can’t concentrate anyways. And you helped me so much with my last essay, I think I can go a day without studying.”

Lance smiled at him and got to his feet as well. “Okay. But I swear I’ll be back to normal tomorrow and then we’re gonna take a look at the stuff from Iverson’s physics lecture.” Hunk groaned loudly and made Lance laugh with his desperate expression. “I know, I know. But we both have to get better at that stuff.” He stood behind Hunk and made a gesture over his shoulder like he wanted to show Hunk a beautiful landscape.

“NASA, dude. NASA.”

“Ugh, you’re right. But Matt and Pidge now. My brain needs a break.”

Lance swung his backpack over his shoulder. “Maybe I get one of Pidge’s hugs. I love Pidge’s hugs.”

Hunk beside him nodded. “Everyone does, man. They’re the best.”

Wednesday

 (3:15am): WTF DUDE? ???

(3:17am): I KNOW SORRY! Its our stupid neighbors having a party…

(3:18am): AT T HIS HOU R???

(3:18am): pls kill them for me

(3:20am): I would but prison isnt as appealing to me as you might think

(3:21am): So ur bad boy attitude knows boundaries? ;)

(3:22am): Dont mock me Im too tired for this

(3:24am): Yeh I can feel that

(3:24am): u really dont deal well without ur beauty sleep

(3:25am): Sorry :( And no, I really dont

 (3:31am): KEEEEEEITHH do smth!!!!

(3:32am): I have a test tomorrow !!

(3:34am): OM G IT STOPPED

(3:35am): Keith?

(3:35am): did u kill them?

(3:36am): maybe

(3:36am): KE ITH!

(3:37am): I slipped an anonymous note under their door that I would kill their cat if they didnt turn off the music immediately…

(3:38am): O M G thats cruel

(3:38am): u dont threaten peoples pets

(3:38am): NOT COOL!

(3:39am): chill, I was joking. It said Id call the cops on them

(3:40am): Oh okay good hope ur not just saying that

(3:40am): Also thankk

(3:41am): no problem. Good night, Lance

(3:43am): Lance?

 (7:36am): SORRY FELL ASLEEP!

(7:37am): Have fun at work today :)

Friday

(4:12pm): why

(4:25pm): what? u dont like it? ;)

(4:28pm): no

(4:29pm): oh come on! The queen is my best study motivation!

(4:30pm): please just stop

(4:32pm): KEITH! YOU INSULT BEYONCÉ YOU INSULT ME

(4:33pm): Can’t you study to something normal

(4:35pm): Normal normal or you normal?

(4:36pm): I dont care. Just no more beyoncé please. It’s been hours

(4:39pm): Lance?

 (4:42pm): really?

(4:42pm): Evanescence? That’s mature…

(4:43pm): WAKE ME UP INSIDE

(4:43pm): WAKE ME UP INSIIIDE

(4:45pm): I hate you

(4:46pm): No u dont :)

(4:47pm): STOP THIS MADNESS!

(4:48pm): Hunk says if you come to a college thing with us tomorrow, he’ll stop me for you

(4:50pm): What kind of thing?

(4:51pm): dunno, Hunk wont say, but its really good apparently

(4:53pm): OKAY DEAL NOW PLEASE STOP

(4:54pm): Party-pooper

(4:56pm): Tell Hunk I love him

Keith got off his bike, took off his helmet and unzipped his leather jacket. He headed towards the university building with mixed feelings about what awaited him. He had fought with himself about coming today but eventually the curious side of him had won. Keith wanted to see what Hunk had planned for them and also even if it scared him to admit it…he missed Lance.

Logically he knew that it did not make any sense. They hardly knew each other. But emotionally he just… missed him. He sighed and blinked against the bright sunlight. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes against it and bumped into someone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t sweat it. All good here.” A friendly voice interrupted him. The tall boy in front of him looked him over and tilted his head to the side. „Hey, are you Keith by any chance?”

Keith nodded. “The one and only.”

“Oh, great! I’m Hunk.“ Keith took the big hand he was offered and returned the welcoming smile. When Hunk gestured for them to move out of the sun and stand in the tall building’s shadow Keith followed him thankfully.

“Nice to meet you. Thanks for saving me yesterday by the way.”

“Oh, no problem. Lance can get like that sometimes when he’s stressed. He didn’t mean anything by it. You know… finals and all. He’s a bit on edge around this time of the year.”

“No, I get it. NASA is a big thing, who wouldn’t freak out, right?”

Hunk gave a nervous laugh. “Yah, I guess. So umm, Lance had to pick up our friend Pidge, they should be here-“

“Exactly now.” Lance’s voice interrupted them. He stopped next to Hunk and let Pidge whom he had been carrying just now slip off his back.

“Hey, Keith. This is Pidge. They use they pronouns. I guess you already know Hunk by now.” Lance smiled at him and clapped Hunk on the back.

Keith nodded and raised his hand in greeting at Pidge. Immediately he regretted the awkward gesture and lowered his hand quickly.

“What’s up butter cup.” Pidge replied with a grin completely ignoring Keith’s weird behavior, who in return just raised an eyebrow at their choice of words.

“Lance, why did you carry Pidge here? Did you take ‘pick them up’ literally again?” Hunk asked with his hands on his hips.

“They paid me two dollars.”

Pidge shrugged. “I didn’t want to walk. It’s too early.”

“It’s almost noon, Pidge.” Hunk said while shaking his head but there was a visible smile on his lips.

“Exactly. Way too early.”

“I feel you, Pidge.” Keith threw in. “I had three coffees before I got here.”

Pidge yawned and stretched their arms over their head. “Good thinking. I only had one and I feel dead inside.”

“So, Hunk. What is this thing? Why are we here?” Lance asked and absently patted Pidge’s head while they leaned against him, eyes closed and repeatedly yawning.

“We are here, because today…” Hunk made a dramatic pause, “They are having a lecture about space for family and friends of students and-“

“AHHH STAR CEILING?” Lance interrupted Hunk excited while bouncing up and down, Hunk just smiled and nodded.

“Yep, Star ceiling.”

“What exactly is star ceiling?” Keith asked confused. Judging from Lance’s reaction this had to be the best thing in the entire universe.

“It’s only the best thing ever, dude,” Lance started to explain while taking Keith’s arm and pulling him in the direction of a big building.

“They only do this once or twice a year when they have family day for the freshmen and around finals for the really stressed out students so they don’t go all homicidal and stuff.” They entered the lecture hall and Lance directed them to a row in the back. “It’s basically just a short lecture about space and planets and what we do here at college but at the end they turn off the lights and project stars on the ceiling and walls. Dude…it’s the most beautiful thing ever. It will change you!” He gestured for Keith to sit down in one of the empty seats and sat next to him.

Hunk took the seat on Keith’s other side and Pidge sat next to Lance. It seemed like they were just in time because a man holding a mic entered the small stage. From the corner of his eyes Keith saw Pidge leaning over to Lance and whispering something into his ear. A moment later Lance bent forward so that Hunk and Keith could both hear him.

“Sorry guys, we’re gonna get Pidge more coffee. They are literally about to murder someone. We’ll be back in a minute.” With that they both left the room and Keith was alone with Hunk, which he didn’t mind that much. They had only exchanged a few sentences but Keith already liked the guy.

The man on the stage started talking about the importance of astronomy and explained the different subjects they were teaching. Unfortunately he had a really boring and monotone voice and Keith immediately zoned out. Thank God Hunk was there to keep him entertained.

“I know this stuff isn’t really interesting, especially not when he’s talking,” Hunk pointed in the direction of the stage. “But it’s really worth it. Lance didn’t exaggerate…well maybe a little… but it actually is crazy beautiful.”

“So you three all study astronomy?” Keith asked. This was his opportunity to learn a bit more about Lance and his friends without this nervous feeling he got around his soulmate. Hunk somehow managed to create an atmosphere around him that immediately made Keith feel comfortable.

“Yeah. It was actually Lance who got me into this stuff when we were younger. We met Pidge here on our first day. They are this crazy genius and got into college early. They are only sixteen but way ahead of most of the students here. Turned out they and their brother Matt live in the same building as me and Lance so we hung with them a couple of times and now we’re all basically besties for life.”

“Space nerds unite,” Keith said with a smile.

“Haha, yeah. Basically.”

“So… do you and Pidge wanna get into NASA too or is that only Lance?” Keith checked the stage for a second but the guy was still talking about boring stuff and Keith noticed that a few other people in the audience had started quiet conversations.

“Well Pidge is as good as in, let’s be real. Me… well. Of course NASA is the dream for almost everyone at this university and I would be thrilled… but I’m not as set as Lance if that makes sense. I feel like I could work anywhere as long as I’m close to my friends.” Hunk shrugged and knitted his brows in deep thought before he cleared his throat.

“Lance is working really hard for it though. You have no idea how many scholarships he had to apply for before he finally got a foot in. Didn’t stop him though.” He smiled and Keith could feel how proud he was of his friend. “You know, the first year was rough. He failed an important test two times and was sure they were gonna kick his ass but he studied harder than all of us and now he’s always in the top 5.”

“Wow. That’s really impressive,” Keith heard himself say and immediately wanted to slap himself. Way to sound like a high school fangirl, Kogane. Can we please think before we speak, brain?!

“Yeah it is.” Hunk sighed, unfazed by Keith’s inner distress. “It’s also really hard to watch sometimes though…”

Keith raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not the part where he’s top of the class, no. I mean how he gets there. You can’t imagine how many all-nighters the boy pulls during finals and he always pushes himself to get better. I mean it’s great that he’s improving but sometimes I wish he would allow himself a break.” He stiffened and gave a quick laugh. “I’m talking too much again, aren’t I. Sorry, this must be a weird first impression.”

Keith didn’t say anything for a while and chewed on his lower lip. “Is it really that bad? I mean… I haven’t noticed anything and finals are just around the corner right?” He thought back to the few times he’d seen Lance. He had always looked cheery and well… relaxed.

Hunk seemed to be pondering over his answer for a while. That’s when they heard the door behind them open slowly and Lance and Pidge slipped back into the room, Pidge holding a coffee cup in each hand. Hunk leaned over a bit and whispered just before the other two sat down. “Look at his eyes, he thinks we don’t notice…”

Keith had no idea what he meant by that and was staring at a spot on the floor absently when Lance waved his hand in front of his face to get him out of his trance. “Keith, buddy, my man. They’re about to start, don’t pass out on me now!”

Keith blushed a little and sat up straighter. “Yeah, sorry. Not passing out. Now, let’s see your space magic thing. Hope it’s as good as you made it sound.”

The boy next to him grinned from ear to ear. “Better.”

The crowd around them applauded loudly. Apparently the speech part was over and somebody dimmed the lights, making everyone go silent. It was now completely dark in the hall. Keith could feel his palms getting sweaty. Why was this taking so long? He swallowed hard.

He whispered, almost inaudible “Lance?” but in this exact moment they turned on the projectors and surprised ahhhhs and ohhhs could be heard through the entire room.

Keith threw his head back so quickly he almost hit it on his seat’s backrest.

Lance’s words hadn’t prepared him for what he was seeing now at all. It was truly just… beautiful. Thousands of little stars were dancing on the ceiling and the floor and just everywhere. He knew he was sitting in a boring lecture hall and he felt incredibly stupid for even thinking so but for a moment he really felt like he was in space. His heartbeat sped up and his eyes wander around the entire room so quickly he was almost getting sick.

Keith was trying to take it all in before it stopped. The stars danced around his fingertips as he raised his hand in front of his face and watched. He wasn’t even questioning how the whole thing worked it was just too… too everything. In a good way.

“Sooo, did I promise too much?” Lance suddenly whispered next to his ear.

Keith just shook his head and then turned it to smile at him. “No, you didn’t. This is great! Thanks for inviting me to this.” Lance smiled at him and then quickly turned his head to the ceiling again. Neither of them mentioned that it had actually been Hunk who invited Keith.

Keith was still staring at Lance’s face from the corner of his eyes, watching the stars being projected onto his skin and their reflections in his eyes. He looked so beautiful like this, it made Keith’s head spin. He wanted to say something, to tell Lance how pretty he was but he bit his tongue instead. Just friends he reminded himself.

That’s when he remembered Hunk’s words from earlier and looked at Lance’s eyes more closely. What was he supposed to see? The long eyelashes? The small freckles underneath them? The well blended but thick layer of… concealer? Something clicked in his brain. Hunk had mentioned that Lance wasn’t sleeping enough and pushing too hard. Of course he and many others were unable to tell if they didn’t know what to look for. Lance had covered up his dark circles almost perfectly. Almost… Keith turned his gaze to the ceiling again and frowned. Why was he pretending to be fine? It was normal to be tired around finals wasn’t it? Why was he trying to hide it?

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid we have to end this now since our time is up,” a voice sounded from the front of the room. “Thank you all for coming and enjoy the rest of your day on campus.” They turned off the projectors and disappointment could be heard all around. Some classical song started to play and people started to shift but the lights were still out. Keith dug his nails into his palm and tried to breathe evenly. It’s fine, he tried to tell himself. They’re gonna turn them back on every second. Only they didn’t.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it appears we’re having some trouble back here. We’re sure everything will be fixed soon,” the voice echoed again. “Always a bit hard to find the light switch in the dark.” The voice said and gave a fake laugh. Some parents laughed as well. Keith didn’t. He gulped and pressed deeper into his seat.

He could feel Lance stir in the dark next to him and a hand touching his shoulder. “Keith? Are you okay?” Before Keith could even think of something to respond with the lights were finally turned back on. Keith let out a very deep breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding until now. He quickly unclenched his hands and turned his head to give Lance a small smile.

“All good, yes. I’m a bit sad it was over so quickly though.”

Lance looked at him questioningly for a second longer before he returned the smile. “Right? I wish they would do this more often!”

The group got up and headed out before the mass of people in the hall could block the aisles. The bright sunlight blinded Keith for a moment when they walked outside and he held up his helmet to shield his eyes. Someone walked into him from behind and he quickly turned around to apologize for stopping in the doorway but it was Lance he was looking at. An elderly woman complained about them being in her way and they stepped aside and walked a few feet to get away from the mass.

“Sorry for bumping into you,” Lance started, “It’s just,” he pointed at the helmet in Keith’s hand. “I didn’t notice before because I was so excited about the star thing but… did you bring your bike?” Hunk listened to their conversation and laughed looking at Lance now. Keith didn’t exactly understand what he thought was so funny and turned to Pidge for help but they were just quietly smiling at the whole scene.

“Ummm, yes? It’s how I got here. I don’t have a car, soo…” Keith shrugged a little lost.

“Awesome! I mean great. I mean...,” Lance scratched his head. “Can I see it?”

“Uhh, sure. I parked right over there.” Keith pointed over his shoulder. Lance didn’t even wait for the others. He was already on his way to the parking lot, almost running. When the others caught up with him he was inspecting Keith’s bike and admiring the details of the machine by almost touching it with his nose.

Hunk and Pidge seemed kind of impressed too and Hunk slapped Keith’s shoulder. “Sweet ride, Keith!” He joined Lance in walking around the bike to get a better look. “Lance mentioned you work at a workshop. Did you build this yourself?”

Keith nodded and then realised that Hunk wasn’t looking at him so he couldn’t see. “Yah, I did. It was the first project I did without Shiro’s help. Took me a while to find all the parts. I could get a better bike if I wanted but I’m kind of sentimental I guess.”

Lance nodded. “No I get it. It’s a bit like it’s your child, right? I mean… you made her.”

Keith smiled. “Yeah. I guess.”

Pidge gave a fake cough to get everyone’s attention and pointed at the bike. “If you’re finished drooling over that can we go get some food please?”

“That?” Keith repeated in a fake hurt tone.

“They’re secretly loving this more than Lance and me. You should see the stuff they build. We should visit you at your shop and just leave Pidge there for a few hours. They’d have the time of their life.” Hunk chuckled at the expression on Pidge’s face after his revelation.

 “Speaking of food though,” Lance looked at Keith and tilted his head, “We thought about grabbing a bite at Planet Altea. You in?”

Keith considered for a moment. He could spend some more time with them and get to know them better. He probably should. Shiro would tell him to… but he also really wanted to go home. The light incident had seriously freaked him out even if he didn’t want to show it. He’d rather calm down at home, alone, where he could stop pretending and no one would see what a mess he really was after such a small thing.

“Sorry, I need to leave. Shiro wants to visit an old friend of his and he’s dragging me along.” Lie. Shiro never dragged him anywhere Keith didn’t want to go. Apart of from that Shiro wasn’t even home right now.

Lance chewed his lower lip. “Ohh. Okay. We’ll text then?” The disappointed look on his face made Keith feel bad instantly.

“Yes definitely. It was really great. Thank you all for taking me.” Let me leave let me go.

Pidge and Hunk said goodbye and they watched Keith take off quickly. Lance waved one last time before he was out of sight, but Keith didn’t turn around to see it.

 Usually driving calmed him down but he felt himself get more anxious with every mile. He was glad he could finally take off the helmet when he arrived at his and Shiro’s place because he could breathe more freely instantly. He put the bike in the garage, unlocked the front door and took the elevator up to their floor. After hastily unlocking the front door and locking it after himself again, he immediately kicked off his boots and headed for his bedroom.  

He’d learned a few breathing techniques during his never ending counseling sessions and was really glad about that right now. After some minutes of leaning against his door he got his breathing under control. His thoughts however where still spinning, so he put his favourite playlist on shuffle and flopped down on his bed.

After a couple of songs Keith took out his phone to ask Shiro when he would be home and noticed he had gotten a few messages.

 (2:17pm): Hey, u ok?

(2:18pm): Getting kind of an anxious vibe over here?!

(2:20): Also thats an awful lot of emo music for someone who insists hes not emo ;)

 Shit. Sometimes he forgot the soulmate connection was a thing.

 (2:33pm): Sorry! Yes I’m good

There was an immediate response.

(2:33pm): U sure? Doesnt feel like it

(2:35pm): Idk

(2:36pm): Maybe not

(2:36pm): do you wanna talk? I can call u

Keith’s whole body tensed. Was he ready for that? Should he lie, maybe say he was tired and wanted to nap or something? Should he tell the truth? He frowned.

(2:37pm): I’m not… good at phone calls

(2:37pm): Np u can just listen and I’ll do the talkin

(2:39pm): that’d be ok?

Keith swallowed. Shiro probably wouldn’t be home for a while and he really needed to talk to someone. The question was if Lance was safe to talk to? Would it overstep the friendship line? Why could things never be easy…

 (2:42pm): yes, ok

 [Incoming call: Lance McClain]

More author’s notes:

This fic on AO3

Yeah after 500 years I finally updated. I could explain at length why it took my so long but it comes down to this: I was stressed, I was depressed, I’m sorry but now it’s finally here! Hooray!

As always a big THANK YOU to @alteanmoonchild for being my beta and for reading every new draft and honestly telling me when what I wrote isn’t good so I can improve and grow. I love us working together on this <3

Thank you to all of you for reading! If you have any questions or feedback send me an ask or dm me <3

Me an my friends finally cosplayed Voltron so if you wanna see me as Shiro and my awesome friends as Keith, Lance and Coran head over to my instagram.

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[jj-ktae]

Fragrance XI : Sillage

Title : Fragrances

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Romance

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader

Summary : You are a perfume composer, he is a lyricist, and while you’re left with too many possibilities, he is out of inspiration. Your only bond is an unknown fragrance. Second part of the Fragrances series.

Warning : Mentions of suicide. Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with the subject please <3 

- Teaser - Wisteria - Metallic - Sillage - Accord - Final -

Sillage

We talk about sillage to explain the trail of scent left behind by a perfume. The sillage is what a perfume leaves behind, how much perfume is left after someone leaves and how long it stays. A sillage is like a memory of your presence, let it be with a natural scent or a perfume.

“Wake up sleepyhead!” You moan when you hear Jackson’s voice in your room. It’s too early to yell yet he is here, with a bag of food and a huge smile on his face.

“Not working today?” You mumble, hair all over the place.

Jackson approaches the bed and sits on it, his hand going to your hair to sort out the messy bangs “I have to catch a plane in 3 hours, thought you’d like to spend some time with me before I fly to Shanghai. There’s a company asking for Ateliers Wang for their next campaign. I’ll visit my parents while I’m there so I’ll be back in a week.” Jackson’s face isn’t pleased by the situation when he explains his plans. You can notice from the way he plays with your fingers.

“Oh, sure. How is it going with the current contract? Are you done?” You stir and get off the bed.

Jackson gets up to grab the bag of food, before taking your hand. “We finished everything today. I’ll let them rest while I’m away so we can launch the clothing line.” He opens the bag and opens numerous tiny boxes. “here, eat first.”

You sit and yawn loudly, head clouded by sleepiness. You can smell the faint scent of salmon and avocado, along with the citrus smell of a steamy tofu soup and it makes your mouth water with anticipation. “You’re a saviour.”

Jackson smiles cheekily, busy grabbing glasses and pouring some fresh orange juice in it. “So I’ve heard.” He tries to hide the apprehension in his voice but you can feel it.

He is uneasy.

“What’s wrong?” You blow on the soup and taste it, your eyes never leaving Jackson who stopped by the counter when your question hit him.

“Nothing, why are you asking?” It’s unlike him to be this serious and somehow, he knows he can’t hide it forever. “I’m just...the whole situation is messy. Me being away will drift us apart. It’s the worst time to do that.”

“The worst time?” You ask back but you know the answer. The look on Jackson’s face says it all.

“Come on. Don’t act like nothing is happening.” He scolds gently, but you see he is truly bothered. Jackson isn’t the type to get mad for little problems and most importantly, he would never go as far as bother you with it.

“Nothing is happening Jackson.” You sigh because you know what he is thinking. You don’t want it to be a big deal and he is about to make it huge. You don’t need this; you want to think about something else.

“I know. I know nothing is happening, yet.” You look at him and frown at his comment.

“What’s wrong? Say it instead of implying.”

Jackson scoffs and approaches you, his eyes soft yet judging. “You know what’s wrong. I’m bothered. I’m bothered that you might run to your soulmate while I’m away. Here, I said it.”

“My soulmate?” his comment would have made you laugh under any other circumstances, but not now.

“Yes. He came back and I know it’s bothering you as much as it’s bothering me.” Jackson stop right in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. He lost his smile and starts laughing when you don’t even try to reassure him.

“You think I’ll run to him as soon as you’ll be gone? Really?” As much as Jaebum used to be important to you, you would never sink that low. Jackson deserve all the respect and dedication you can give.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Jackson sighs before rubbing his forehead. “Look, I don’t want you to think that I’m mad at you. It’s not like you can do anything about it.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” You get up and face him, suddenly feeling mad. Does he think you will run to him no matter what you do?

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have talked about that.” Jackson sighs and turns around, the air suddenly too heavy around the both of you.

You understand what he means, it’s not like he is spitting nonsense. You are bothered by the situation.

And you hate it.

“I forgot I had to stop by my office before going. I’ll be leaving now, then.” Jackson’s voice is everything but its usual cheerful tone, but you can’t be mad at him.

You want to hit yourself for letting him grab his jacket and storm out of your flat without moving an inch. You stay silent and even the delicious food turns sour in front of you, bearing the weight of guilt.

It’s your first argument with Jackson.

---

“Wow, who are you and what did you do to Im Jaebum?” Jinyoung whistles, eyes hidden behind sunglasses and a cup of coffee resting between his long fingers.

Jaebum sighs and shakes his head, “it’s not like I’m that different.” Jaebum finds it funny that everyone is so surprised by how he changed. It makes him realize how much of a dark person he used to be.

“If you say so. Not that I mind, though. You seem...cheerful?” Jinyoung is thinking hard, and Jaebum notices it by the way he wriggles his brows.

“I guess you can say that.” Jaebum agrees, the ghost of a smile creeping on his pursed lips.

Jinyoung nods, his body approaching the table to lean on it. His black suit makes him look like a secret agent. “Anyways. How is it going with the perfumer? No progress?”

Jaebum’s face changes instantly, his eyes turning into two slits. “I’m clueless. She hates me.”

“She is dating someone. Obviously, she is disturbed by the situation and wants you away from her.” Jinyoung explains, shrugging.

“Yeah, she is dating. I get it.” Jaebum leans on his chair. He knows he should let you be, but he can’t. he can’t stop himself whenever it comes to you. The fact that you are dating Jackson doesn’t make him angry, mostly because Jackson seems to be a very gentle guy, but he wants to be this guy, he wants to be the one making you happy. “I confessed. I told her I still loved her.”

“That is very insensitive.” Jinyoung’s sentence surprises Jaebum, who snaps his head up in shock. “You can’t force yourself back into her life.”

“That’s an amazing support. Thanks, Jinyoung.” It’s unbelievable. Jaebum thought his friend would tell him to go for it. Instead, he is almost making him feel guilty.

“I mean, you left her without a proper explanation, and no matter why you decided to go, you can’t expect her to leave everything for you. I hope you do understand that, right?” Jinyoung is cautious suddenly, like he is scared to break Jaebum with his brutal honesty.

“I know.” Jaebum’s hand goes to his forehead, rubbing it, “I just want to be with her, no matter how much I messed up. She means a lot Jinyoung, and I know I can make her happy now.”

“Don’t rush it. From what you’ve been telling me all this time, she is pretty much very in love with you. What has to happen will happen but don’t make her break up. Be there for her, show her slowly. Eventually she will get it. You did great so far, Jaebum.” Jinyoung takes his most gentle voice to talk to him.

It makes him laugh, “I won’t break. Stop talking to me like I’m 4.”

Jinyoung follows him, his wrinkles peeking from under the sunglasses. The waitress arrives and he hands his credit card, winking at his friend. “It’s on me.”

“Wow, such a gentleman.” Jaebum’s mocking tone makes Jinyoung snort, a fake look of pride painting his features.

“Talking about gentlemen, our parents’ diner is coming soon. How do you feel?” Jinyoung goes back to serious mode as soon as he finishes his sentence.

Jaebum was invited by his mother two weeks ago and agreed.

He knows he still has a lot to do about his relationship with his parents, but somehow, things got a little better. He is glad he can finally stand in the same room as them, even if his father is still a tad cold with him.

“Sweetheart! Do you know how worried we were!? Thank god Jinyoung told us!”

Jaebum isn’t ready to see his parents when he opens the door. Youngjae is in the living-room when he hears a feminine voice and joins him, stopping as soon as he sees the old couple.

He understands right away that these people are Jaebum’s parents.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, I just-”

“You’re going to keep on disappointing us, right?” His father’s tone is harsh as he pushes himself into the flat, not leaving any room for Jaebum to answer.

“No, father.” Jaebum lets his head sink into his shoulders. He wants to cry, he wants to yell until he breaks his throat, but nothing goes out of his mouth.

He feels empty.

“And you are...?” Youngjae blinks at Jaebum’s father, whose eyes are colder than ice.

“Choi Youngjae. Nice to meet you, sir.” He bows and takes a step back, his eyes looking for Jaebum who is still by the entrance door.

“Darling.” Jaebum’s mother appears and Youngjae straightens his body again, bowing. “Oh. You’re Jaebum’s friend?” Her smile is so warm, but her face is tight, like she has been living a nightmare. “Thank you for taking care of him.” She bows and he shakes his head violently, doing the same.

“Why are you here...?” Jaebum appears in the living-room and his father snorts loudly.

“Because our son would rather disappear than inform his parents about his plans to leave the country.” Jaebum’s father is not mad, he looks furious as he is looking out the window, a broad back being the only thing to talk to.

“I just...I thought you wouldn’t be interested...” Jaebum feels like a little kid as he can’t stop playing with his fingers, his mind blank and heart not ready to deal with the amount of wrath that is about to be thrown his way.

“I’m going to the grocery store...” Youngjae whispers to him, sensing it might be the moment to leave him alone with his parents but also worried about the outcome. He shows him his phone, just in case Jaebum would want to do something stupid again later.

“I don’t get it, Jaebum. Do you hate your parents?” His mother’s tone is sweet, and he can see all the sadness in her pained eyes.

“No, mother.” He answers, body tensed and jaw clenched. He cannot break down.

“Is it true that you wanted to kill yourself?” His father’s question makes him choke, beads of sweat threatening to fall all over his body from the sudden stress.

“Yes.” He can’t hide it anymore. Not when he has been doing his best to heal ever since he came here.

“You crazy bast-” His father turns around but is stopped by his mother, who is close to cry.

“...Why?” She whispers, and Jaebum cannot hold her tearing gaze.

“I... don’t think life is worth living anymore, mother.”

“Earth to Jaebum,” Jinyoung’s hand makes him snap out of his reverie. “How do you feel?”

“Good. I missed them.” Jaebum’s smile is genuine and peaceful as he answers his best friend.

He doesn’t remember the last time he felt truly happy about the idea of meeting his own parents.

It makes him feel awesome, how calm he is, now.

---

Everything hurts. Your body hurts, you throat hurts, your eyes hurt. It’s a pain standing, it’s a pain thinking. 

You lean on the fresh wall to cool your burning body, but nothing eases the pain. You hate yourself for listening to Bambam and wearing a dress trimmed with too much lace and too little fabric last night.

You cough and grab your phone, aiming for your assistant number.

It’s takes two seconds for him to answer, and there is a lot of noise behind him, like he is at a party.

But it’s only 4 p.m.

“Boss!” He is so loud it makes you tear your ear away from the phone, brows furrowed. “What’s up?”

“Bam...” You cough and suddenly, the phone is silent. “I need your help.” You have no one else but him right now, and he is a bit responsible for your current state, so he is going to be the one bringing medicine for you.

“Are you okay?” He sounds scared, like you are dying. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No, no.” You cough and try to find your voice back, failing. “Get me some painkillers, cough syrup and cold medicine.” Your voice cracks and you moan in pain, head shaking to keep your eyes opened.

“Yes, give me thirty minutes, I’m quite far from your place. Just rest.” Bambam sounds worried and it makes you smile gently at his protective behaviour.

“Thanks.” You finish in a whisper and hang up, gladly aiming for the sofa to rest your body on it. You look at your phone screen, sighing.

No message from Jackson.

You don’t know how long you stare at the ceiling before drifting off to sleep. Your nose is running and you rub it violently, mind in a haze when the doorbell rings.

It feels like an eternity since you called Bambam but you don’t have time to count time, he is here with what will hopefully make you feel better and you can’t make him wait any longer or else you will collapse.

You’re not one to catch a cold easily, but when you do, it’s nothing but brutal and exhausting. You wished you had something more than an assistant and an empty flat as you painfully reach for the doorknob.

But you don’t need to think more, because you stop dead in your tracks. A bag is handed to you but you ignore it.

Jaebum’s face overtakes everything else.

He is smiling like an idiot, but you don’t miss the worry in his eyes. He is wearing ripped jeans with a checked shirt resting over a hoodie and a hand is lazily resting in one of his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” It takes a while for you to understand he is actually bringing the medicine you asked for. “How did you know?”

Jaebum enters slowly, daring enough to hold your gaze and even lift a hand to touch your forehead. “You’re burning.” He sighs, not liking the way his body reacts to a simple touch.

But you don’t let it get to you, “I said, what are you doing here?” You repeat but he is already going to the kitchen, putting the bag on the counter and opening the fridge for any sign of edible food.

“Bambam told me. Well, he didn’t actually tell me, I forced him to tell me. Don’t scold him, it’s my fault.” He chuckles and it makes you want to hit him.

“Can you please go?” You try but at some point, you know what he is up to. You’re not stupid, you know enough about him and life to understand he is about to play the perfect caring boy.

“You’re sick. I’m just going to help.” He closes the door and takes his phone. “What would you like to eat? I guess we should order, your fridge is empty.” Jaebum stops and waits for your reply, like you are totally okay with him being here.

But you’re not.

You’re too weak to resist. You want to face him when you feel ready, and you’re everything but ready, right now.

“Are you even listening to me?” You raise your voice and it makes you cough loudly, daggers ripping your throat in a painful manner.

“See? You’re sick. How about chicken soup?” Jaebum blinks cutely at you and you do your best not to burst out in anger.

So instead you turn around, ignoring him and wobbling to your room, where you decide to rest.

You can’t get out and can’t throw him out anyways.

Jaebum sighs to himself when you disappear, worried. Bambam had warned him, but he couldn’t stay away.

It’s funny, how he was able to shut everything a year ago, but can’t control his own feelings now.

It must be part of the recovery process.

Jaebum knows it’s hard to deal with himself, harder than everything else, but now that he learnt how to listen to himself, he has a power he thought he couldn’t have.

It makes him walk to your room, knocking on the door softly. “Take your medicine, at least.” It’s ridiculous, you can’t possibly hate him so much that you’d rather be sick than face him.

Or do you?

“Get the fuck out.” It’s a silent whisper and surprisingly, it makes him laugh. This fever is making you say things without asking your brain first.

“You became quite fierce, Y/N.” He mocks and it makes you groan in annoyance.

Since when did he become so arrogant?

“Look, I’ll just order food, help you take your medicine, and go.” He almost pleads and after a while, you appear behind the door, face paler than ever.

“Fine.” You say coldly, walking back to the kitchen.

Jaebum follows, breathing to calm his heart.

---

“Are you done?” Jaebum leans to touch your forehead while you put your spoon on the kitchen table. You just nod, eyes focused on the table.

You don’t know if it’s the medicine, but you feel exhausted, suddenly.

“Wanna rest?” Jaebum’s voice has never been so tender you think as you get up abruptly.

“Yes. Thank you for helping, you can go now.” You say, glad your nose is so stuffed you can’t smell him.

Jaebum looks down as he answers, “Sure. Go and rest.” He starts taking out the empty boxes, cleaning a little while you turn around, head spinning dangerously and almost tripping.

“Careful.” Jaebum tries to grab your arm but you take a step back.

“I’m fine.” It’s getting too hard to walk and you’re so close to collapse but your willpower is stronger. You can’t be weak in front of him, you already feel so guilty for wanting him to hold you.

“Let me help.” He asks again, this time grabbing you for real and taking you to your bed, his body stuck to yours to keep you steady. It’s too much effort to push him away, so when he pushes you on your bed, you can only spread your limbs, voice gone and body spent.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Jaebum is quick to kneel on the floor, palms against the mattress and brows furrowed in deep worry.

You look so fragile and weak. It makes him want to protect you with everything he has.

“Go, I’m fine.” You whisper. It’s ridiculous, he is not going to stay here until you wake up.

He doesn’t love you enough to do that. If he did, he wouldn’t have left.

“Y/N, stop. I can’t leave you alone when you almost collapsed. It’s either this or I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Can you stop... acting like you care?” Your body is on fire and you know you’re confused because of the fever, but it hurts too much to be ignored.

“What do you mean?” Jaebum leans on the bed, coming closer. You’re barely whispering.

“Don’t, don’t pretend. Maybe it’s a joke to you, but I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Please.” Your tired face shows him all the pain you’ve been holding and it’s breaking him.

“I’m not pretending. I was never pretending. No matter how much you hate me, I’m telling you I love you, I never stopped.” He knows it’s going to be hard to convince you, but he can’t let you think he is playing with you.

He would never do that. You’re worth too much to be handled carelessly.

“I was wrong. But I swear I never played with you. This is why I’m here. I don’t want to see you in pain, I don’t want to see you sick.” Jaebum’s hand feels so cold on your warm face. His eyes are still as mysterious as they used to be, but they’re brighter.

It’s like sorrow left him.

“I’m in pain because you’re here.” You mumble and as much as you don’t want to hurt him, you actually do. You notice it from the way he flinches.

Jaebum bites his lip, blinking. “Of course.” His heart goes crazy and he takes a couple of deep breaths. It hurts so much. He wasn’t expecting this. He wasn’t expecting you to be over him so easily. Not when he didn’t stop thinking about you. “Obviously. What was I thinking?” his motivation is suddenly so slippery, like you crushed all his hopes with a mere sentence.

He snorts and smiles, his hands leaving your face. “I’m sorry for being such a burden, then.” Jaebum gets up and you refuse to give in to the uneasy feeling of loneliness that washes over you like a tsunami. You want to him to stay. You want to apologize for being so harsh when he has been nothing but good to you but at the same time, you think he deserves it.

Maybe it will help him get over you and start anew.

“Make sure you drink your medicine when you wake up.” He takes a couple of steps back and when he reaches for the door, he waits for you to stop him. He hopes, he begs the skies for you to withdraw what you said and ask him to stay. He cries for you to tell him you still love him.

But you turn around and there’s only your back facing him.

He doesn’t say more and closes the door behind him, a choke leaving his lips before he can stop it. You both don’t hear each other cry.

And like that, he grabs his jacket and escapes the place before he starts begging for real.

After all, he is the one responsible. He knew it.

No matter what, you would hate him, in the end.

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Can I request Noctis seeing an ex s/o that hed really loved from highschool again? Like the s/o broke up with him because they heard about the engagement but made an excuse to him (sorry its so specific lmao

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This is gonna be fun, so i have been brainstorming this one and well took some time to try and think of what to do for this but i think i got a idea in mind, i’m sorry if this isn’t really good but it’s the only thing i had in my mind. Also, this has taken me so long to make i hope you like it

Fem!Reader x Noctis

Word Count:  2721

Summary:

Noctis fell head over heels for you. He wanted to hold you lose and never let go, but he found out about his engagement early close to graduation of high school. with the fall of insomnia he cant stop thinking about you.

You sighed sitting back on you’re couch in your apartment. Today was one of the only days off you got. Tired and stressed you needed some time to calm down maybe just surf the channels in nice cozy pajamas. Sitting there with a small meal you thrown into the microwave and nuked it to have it nice and hot. Leaning on your head as you flipped through the channels on the TV bored.

Flipping though you paused hearing something that caught your attention. A Name that’s always floating around the city and sighed some feeling you’re heard ache. They started to talk about the engagement between Prince Noctis and Princess Luna. you leaned on the armrest of the touch watching and listening feeling you’re head slowly come undone. With a huff you shut the t.v off letting the remote fall into your lap. Suddenly the food sitting on your coffee table didn’t look so good anymore. Picking it up walking to the kitchen you’re phone pinged in the living room. Placing the plate down on the counter you almost dragged you’re feet to pick it up. In big bold letters was the name of a sender as well as a image attachment. “PROMPTO >w he was one of the few people you kept in touch with as well as Ignis. You came to know the others pretty well when you dated Noctis back in high school.

Tapping his name it went into the messages opening up a picture of Prompto sitting in a car with gladio behind him giving a thumbs up and a smile. Under it is said.

“First time out of the City, it’s so HOT” with a laugh you replied back to him telling him not to get burned before placing it down. You don’t know what you would do without him. He stayed at your side when you broke up with the prince. Stayed you’re best friend and also helped keep in touch with the others.

You’re mind started to wonder with the silence in your apartment as you tapped your chin looking at your phone. Wait.. why was Prompto outside of the city? Going back into your messages you send a message to Prompto again.

“Prom, why are you outside the city? Isn’t it just full of danger out there?” you walked to the couch sitting down looking at the phone waiting for him to reply to you but it took some time. With a huff you leaned on your arm again with a sad look in your eyes. You didn’t have many friends but them and if Promp was outside of the city who would stop over and bring ice cream and watch a few seasons of that show with you know.

“Prompto? Are you alright? You have been staring at your phone for a while not doing anything” Ignis spoke up glancing over from the front seat of the regalia with an eyebrow raised at the blond boy who looked distressed. Reaching back as Noctis handed him a can of Ebony he took a sit before placing it down in one of the cup holders.

“Oh, it’s just a friend im talking with they are upset because i’m not going to be in the city for a while.” he smiled tapping away on his phone again.

“A lady friend? Oh Prompto did you score a girl?” Gladio chimed in with a large grin on his face reaching over to mess up the blonds hair. Prompto swatted at his Gladios hand with a shout for him to stop. Noct laughed seeing the distress of his friend leaning on his hand.

“No, it’s nothing like that Gladio, it’s y/n, she had the day off today so i was texting her.” Promp said with a small smile on his face before seeing Noct in the corner of his eye raise his eyebrows for a moment only to turn away in the car losing that smile that was once plastered on his face.

“Oh, yea i remember her, from you and Nocts high school right? Tell her i said hi, i haven’t talked to her in a long time, i think it was when i walked in Nocts apartment when they-”

“Gladio, let’s not bring that up” Noct growled some with a blush creeping on his face. Gladio gave a chuckle as he leaned back in his seat.

“Ah, i remember y/n, she is a very kind person.” ignis said moving his right hand to his face to push his glasses back. “How has she been doing prompto? If i remember correctly last time we talked she was busy with her new job” Prompto gave a nod as he typed away on his phone again with a slight smile on his face.

It was a few days that passed around 4 days at max. You walked around the streets of insomnia. Come to find out Prompto really couldn’t tell you why they left the city, other than that they are going on a small road trip before Nocts wedding and things are running smooth. You liked to head out on these walks from time to time. Taking in the air of the city you come to love around you. You didn’t pay much attention to the news these past few days mostly because they talked about nothing but the wedding between Noct and Luna. today there was going to be something going down at the Citadel. Something large as some of the roads had cars drive by with guards and even more people walked to the place as you walked the other direction. With a roll of you e/c colored eyes you kept on your walk. You phone went off again and smiled seeing Proms face light up on the screen. Answering your phone you smiled.

“Hey Prompto”

“Y/n! Oh it’s so good to hear you!” he shouted. There was some mumbling in the background followed by him saying your name and a loud voice yelling hello and a more calmer voice with a accent calling hello as well. “You hear them y/n?”

“Yea i heard them tell them i said hi as well” with some mumbling of Prompto he started to talk again. You listened to him coming to a bench sitting down looking up at a large tree that was above you shading you from the harsh light of the sun. with laughs and thing you could hear something in the background that made your heart skip a beat. He was with them. Noctis.Prompto grew silent when he noticed you didn’t answer him anymore.

“Hey, Y/n? Are you okay” he asked with concern in his voice.

“Yea.. im fine just got lost in thinking for a moment, now what about this Cindy girl again? You forming a crush or something?” you smiled hearing him shout embarrassed for a moment and started to talk about her. You sat there for almost a hour when a loud sound was over head. Confused you got up from the bench you sat on moving away from the tree to look over it. Large ships in the air moved closer and closer to the center of the city with sudden loud sounds coming from the city. Eyes wide you gasped.

Prompto called your name a few times before pulling the phone away from his ear and raised an eyebrow looking at it. The others turned to face him confused on his expression and why he said your name. Noct turned from the fishing pole in his hand from where he was standing on the dock tilting his head confused.

“Everything okay?” he asked. Prompto shrugged looking at the phone before placing it down on the dock next to him.

“I think her phone died” he said looking at the others who sat around on the dock letting the price have his time to fish and pass some time before they got on the boat and left to get Noctis married. The guys didn’t think much into it as they went on about their day. Noct was having this feeling crawling up his neck and he didn’t like the feeling of it. Something was kinda off with how Prompto suddenly lost connection to you, as well as Prompto he thought he could hear something in the background of the phone call but didn’t put to much thinking into it as he started to play kings knight.

When the morning rolled around and the guys learned about the fall of insomnia. Noctis was on end. He was mad about everything almost sitting in the seat of the regalia tapping his foot holding his head. Everyone ran through his head, his father, a few friends, staff he came to know and trust but mostly you came into his mind. Someone he still had deep deep feelings for, someone who took his breath away everytime he would see you around the city.

Fighting his way to the over hand of the city he felt tears sting the corner of his eyes wanting to let them spill as he watched his city go up in flames and crumble. The area around them filled with the enemies. He wanted to scream he wanted to hit something he held a large amount of pent up anger. Having his phone call with Cor. he walked away from the guys with Cor still on the line glancing back at them.

“Cor… did, did you see her around the city when you left? Did you see her at all?” Cor was silent and sighed

“Just come to Hammerhead i will be waiting for you guys there” and with that Cor hung up his phone. Looking at his phone he took a deep breath and turned to prompto. “Prom i need your phone for a moment” he did not question him handing it over. Scrolling though the names on there he started to call your number, but nothing nothing but your voicemail, hearing your voice made the tears fall from his eyes as he hung it up rubbing his face turning to place Proms phone in his hands.

“We need to head to hammer head, Cor’s there and waiting for us.” Noct said his voice was low and almost too quiet to hear him. With a nod they turned back heading back for the car.

You woke up with a horrible feeling in your head and stomach.

“Now, hold on a moment” a female voice said it was slightly far away but still close by to hear. Blinking a few times the room was dark you where in. a throbbing pain in your head forced you to close your eyes again and listen to them as you’re whole body started to hurt.

“Cor, if you think you’re gonna drop someone off and leave you need to at least tell me why” a older males voice said that was more rough. Cor, Cor.. you had hurd that name before, but where? Where did you hear it before? Trying to think for a while as you blocked out there conversation before it clicked. Cor Leonis, or Cor the immortal. You had seen him a few times at the princes apartment to get him for things as well as take you and Noct places when Noct wanted to go on a date a few times.

“Just remember, to tell him where to find me” Cor said with his steps fading as he walked away. Forcing yourself to sit up you held your head as a wave of nausea hit you making you hold your stomach.

“Ah, you up, be careful now you’re got pretty banged up there” the female said in a country accent coming over to her. Blonde hair and some grease and oil covered some of his face and her blonde hair from under a red had was also covered in it.

“You are you?” you asked with confusion looking at her. She gave a smile to you sitting down next to you.

“Names Cindy, and over there is Paw Paw or Cid” that named ringed a small bell in the back of your mind but you couldn’t think on why. You sat there for a moment looking at her before it clicked. Was this the Cindy Prompto talked about? The “Grease monkey goddess” he called her.

“Cindy, do you know a Prompto?” her eyes seemed to light up with a nod from her.

“I do!, Prompto the blond with a bright smile on his face who carries a camera around with him everywhere, yep he friends with the Prince” you have a nod but sighed as a throbbing came back to your head again making you lay back down.

“You better get some rest, Cor brought you in with a nasty cut on your head, get some sleep for know alright?” with a nod you didn’t fight her lying there as everything came and hit you at once. Insomnia..  The attack… a wave of emotions hit you at one feeling tears form in the corner of your eyes. Everything was gone.. Maybe even some of your family was gone as well. Letting yourself cry you welcomed sleep as it overtook you tears drying on your face.

Noct sighed looking at hammer head as he seen Cindy standing outside talking to Cid. Ignis pulled in parking the car and got out with the guys, well Noctis sat there for a while before finally getting out himself silent and seeming to shrink as he stood there. Letting the guys ask about Cor Cid talked to him about where Cor was and things before looking over at Cindy.

“Cindy.. Do you want to tell them?” Cid asked from his chair placing the picture down of him and the others in it. Cindy gave a nod and opened her mouth but shut it. Before opening it again.

“Prince, there is someone for you to see, here let me go get them” she smiled before leaving to get you. You where sitting at a small table poking at your food in the diner and stopped seeing Cindy wave you over. “Come on, there is someone for you to see” confused you placed the fork down on the side of the plate waving at Taka before you left the diner. Following behind Cindy you messed with the bandage on your arm from a large cut that was starting to heal. Cindy stepped into the garage first and smiled backing up some as you turned the corner playing with the bandage still. Hearing a gasp you looked up and your heart skipped a beat. There was Noctis, as well as the others covered in dirt.

“Y/n” if fell from Nocts lips as his heart fluttered seeing you. Seeing you bandaged up with a slight mess of you’re clothing he felt tears form in the corner of his eyes as he rushed to you. You stood there frozen not sure what to do, as well as what to say. Feeling his arms wrap around you was you’re breaking point. Letting your head fall on his shoulder you left the tears free and started to sob into him. He was here, alive safe. Noct didn’t move away but let you cry into his shirt as you hid your face some in his jacket. His face was buried into your h/c/ hair holding you tight he kissed the top of your head.

“I thought i lost you” he mumbled next to your ear. Standing there with him you came back to your mind and went to move away some with a sniffle looking away.

“Im sorry… but Luna-”

“The weddings off” Noctis said in a hard time looking down at your e/y colored eyes. Moving his hand to the corner of your face he started to wipe away the tears that rolled down your face.

“I cant let you go y/n” he sighed pulling you back into his arms. “And i don’t ever want to let you go again” he said into you’re shoulder holding you close. Looking your arms around him tears started to flow again as he held you. You didn’t want to let him go, and you never had to anymore. He would let you go again.

[benjaminpoulter]

10 Easy Money Habits That Will Help Build Wealth In 2021

It doesn’t matter what are you are, A habit can develop in anyone.

The trick is to keep the bad habits, use 10 Easy Money Habits That Will Help Build Wealth In 2021.

Focus On What You Can Control.

There has been many things going on in the world at the beginning of 2021, most of it has carried over from 2020.

However, personally we cannot control what goes on in the world. That should not be a main focus at the moment.

If we stop watching so many news reports and concentrate on what matters. The task at hand.

I myself am a victim of this and have so many tabs open on the computer. So many things Im trying to do, articles I keep meaning to read.

Get rid of them and close them down!

If the local government tells you to say at home — Dont go out and protest. That sort of thing will get you nowhere.

If you need to generate traffic to your business inn order to make money for your family, Thats down to you.

That’s what you should focus on!

The Early Bird Catches The Worm

That’s what my dad used to say all the time to get me out of bed. He was complacently right.

If you wake up and maybe laze in bed for an hour, maybe snooze the alarm. Its going to have a knock on effect through the day.

This goes the same for getting a good night sleep. Your body will need to recharge, so give yourself a good nights sleep in order to function properly.

When you get up early and begin to go through your daily tasks, if you get out of bed early there is more time to get things done.

Its a medical proven fact that there are Effects of Sleep Deprivation on Brain Functional Network.

The 10 Easy Money Habits That Will Help Build Wealth In 2021 can be put into effect from today.

Fuel you brain and body

Look at your body as a machine — A well oiled machine will function much better when it is maintained.

Think about when you are hungry. You body is craving energy to function.

What you put into your body will inevitably have a reaction to what the output is.

For example:

We drink 3 cups of coffee and we are rearing to go and are wide awake. But what goes up must come down.

It we eat healthy and drink plenty of water along with a good amount of exercise, Our body and brain will give us the best performance it can.

I’m not saying you have to join a gym to be able to achieve this, but eating health and taking part in exercise is going to help you get the best out of the body.

Set Yourself Goals

If you are anything like me you have a million and one things you want to get done. Sometimes we give ourselves such a high target that we get disappointed if we don’t achieve them.

So when we sit down at the beginning of the week and set a goal for each day, we have a direction in which we are heading.

Then if on that particular day we reach that goal it is down to us to go above and beyond. This way we feel a sense of achievement and it feels like we are getting progress.

Having a goal can also help you stay focused on the task in hand. You know what you need to get done that day, so you close all other tabs that will distract you from that task.

Tip — Maybe put your phone on silent too and everything pings up on there 😏

Reading Books to help Build Wealth In 2021

I never used to read many books at all. The only time I would pick a book up was if I was on a long flight where there was nothing else to do.

Or of course reading to the children when they were young 😁.

But I never knew the importance of reading in order to grow the knowledge in your brain.

Think of it as if you wanted to have big muscles, you go to the gym and do exercises to improve the size of your muscleses in your arms.

This works escaley the same for your brain. The more information you feed into your brain the better it will function.

They say that traveling the world can educate the mind of a wise man. Depending on what type of books you read they can open your mind up to completely new way of thinking.

Break The Bad Habits

Bad habits are in every single person. Weather it be from sitting down in front of the TV and bingeing on a boxset to getting caught up in a rabbit hole looking for an answer on the internet.

Its the shiny object syndrome in us all.

https://youtu.be/7Of0sMa6gqE

I have even been caught up in it and not even know its happening. This all come back to focusing on the task in hand.

It all leads back to 10 Easy Money Habits That Will Help Build Wealth In 2021.

Get Honest With Yourself

I can keep telling myself that Im doing the best I can. I can do any better because I am actually putting in 110%.

Really? Are You?

So why did I spend an hour watching motorbike car chase on youtube!

Things like this, where you convince yourself that it needed to be done, or I was just taking 5 minutes but it turned into an hour!

You smiling right now right! Yes you!

Take 5 minutes for some fresh air and stretch your legs but dont get distracted into doing something else.

If you have you mind set on the goals in hand you are more then likely to reach them goals by breaking the bad habits.

Dont Stay Stuck

There will always be challenges that come up. In order to overcome the certain challenge always have a plan to resolve the problem and do it.

Its human nature that we feel we have to figure everything out on our own. When we have this mindset it will lead us down a path where we give up or start something else.

The thing is that problem will almost always come back up another day.

We have the power of the internet at our finger tips and there are lots of people willing to help at the push of a button.

Weather you are part of a group on social media or simply use google to find the answer — Don’t stay stuck!

9 times out of 10 there is someone else out there who has encounted the same problem you are having.

If you just ASK for help the problem will get resolved a lot quicker and keep you moving forward.

Work Out a Strategy

Having a strategy to what your doing will help you have a clear plan of where your heading.

For me it is -

Create content on my blog

Repurpose that content of different platforms

Engage with people in my network

Repeat

The more content I have out on the internet, the more people will engage and interact with me and my business.

Once you have worked out the strategy STICK to it.

Also if its a proven method that works for many other people who have been successful in the same business you are building, stick to that strategy until you see results.

I can understand that when your working on a strategy and not getting the results you had hoped for, it can be disheartening at first.

But being consistent and sticking to the plan is going to help in the long run.

Track Your Progress of Money habits

Running your own business is a numbers game. The more you create — the more you will be noticed.

If you track the engagement on an article or post to see what your target audience is interested in it will help in the future.

When a piece of content has high engagement you can use that as a signel that you audience interested in what you have put out.

Take note of what that content was about, also the comments which people have spoken about. Use your audience to figure out your next step.

Above everything else — NEVER GIVE UP! if you dont try your wont succeed.

These 10 Easy Money Habits That Will Help Build Wealth In 2021 and for the rest of your time whiles building business.

Breaking bad habits and developing new ones that keep pushing you forward is the only way to go.

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I’m A Fighter - part 3

 Hey guys- here is chapter 3 of  ‘I’m A Fighter’. This chapter describes Amelia’s recovery at home, post operatively- and depicts her interactions with Owen, Addison and Megan. Enjoy!!! :)

P.s. I apologize in advance for this chapter being even more lengthy than usual. :P  Guess I got a little carried away

p.p.s Thank you @jia911 for helping me to proofread and @francescabuccino for giving me feedback! You guys are amazing <3

 Here are the links for chapters 1 and 2 of the series if you haven’t managed to read them yet :

 http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/165995047136/im-a-fighter

 http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/166248359631/im-a-fighter-chapter-2

 It was raining heavily as Amelia stared out of the car window, not noticing Owen looking at her.

She was finally going home after several months, and it was a weird feeling indeed.

Now that the tumor had been removed from her, she felt like an entirely different person altogether. Like what DeLuca had pointed out- she was so used to being sick and having a tumor growing inside her head that when it was finally removed, she felt like something was missing. The tumor had been a part of her for so long that she didn't know who she was anymore now that it was gone.

The recovery from the surgery had been painful. She was in a coma and intubated for 11 hours, spoke only French for the first day, and was in extreme pain for the first couple of days. Most of all, she was confused and scared. She didn’t know what lied ahead of her. Would she still be the same person? The same wacky, sarcastic Amelia who loved to make witty remarks? Would she still be able to remain a surgeon? Could she still operate on patients with the same surgical precision as before?

The most pressing question in her mind was-would her relationship with Owen still be the same? If her proposal to him and getting married to him, but also running away from him was due to the tumor- then what would happen now between them, with the tumor being removed from the equation?

 As they reached a traffic light, she turned away from the window to look at Owen, who was gazing at her lovingly. He seemed to be so glad that she was finally following him home. 

She had offered him an out- saying that she didn’t know who she was anymore and that he was free to leave her. She had even planned to stay with Meredith and Maggie as she was recovering, not wanting to place a burden on him. To her pleasant surprise, he walked towards her instead and took her hands in his, claiming that he married her and not the tumor, adding that they were together in sickness and in health. To top it off, he asked her to come home with him.

 Of course, she noticed that he wasn’t there by her side during the first couple of days post-operatively when she was in pain. Meredith, Maggie, Addison and even DeLuca took turns to visit her, but not Owen. She didn’t blame him though, she knew that he was still confused, angry and upset about all her actions during the past year and was also still reeling from the shock of discovering that she had a brain tumor. Furthermore, his sister Megan also needed him by her side. He would also have been out grocery shopping, buying her favorite food and adjusting the thermostat at home to prepare for her homecoming.

Sometimes, she really wondered what did she do to deserve such a wonderful man in her life.

As their eyes met and they looked at each other lovingly, Amelia rested her hand on Owen’s lap and he placed his hand on top of hers. With the tumor gone, nothing was going to get in between them now.

15 minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the house, which seemed dark and abandoned. With Amelia not staying there for the past few months, and Owen spending most of his time at the hospital, the house seemed to be unoccupied and this gave it an eerie feeling.

As they entered the house and Owen switched on the lights, Amelia looked around, inspecting the house which she had not stepped foot in for the past few months.

The entire living room looked the same as she remembered, except that it had been tidied. The couch, the TV, everything was still in the exact position as she recalled. On the coffee table were several bouquets of flowers, all labeled ‘Happy Homecoming, Amelia.’

Tears now welling up in her eyes, Amelia walked over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, which was stocked with all her favorite food, including yogurt and frozen pizza.

 ‘Owen- thank you so much for doing this for me.’ Amelia said gratefully as she walked over to him and embraced him in a hug. 

 ‘You’re my wife, Amelia, and I’m just so glad that you’re home.’ Owen replied as he kissed her tenderly on the top of the forehead.

He then cupped her face in his hands as they looked at each other in the eyes, full of love.

He now reached down to kiss her on the lips as she tiptoed to reciprocate, and they kissed passionately.

 ‘Welcome home, Amelia.’ Owen whispered into her ear, hugging her tightly.

 ‘I’m so glad to be home.’ Amelia muttered, still in his embrace. 

She realized that it felt so good to be back home where she belonged.

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 Later that night, the couple were both snuggled up in bed, cuddling each other, just savoring the moment of being in each other’s embrace.

Owen didn’t realize how much he missed having Amelia in his arms. Amelia didn’t realize how much she missed Owen’s strong arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and secure.

Amelia suddenly released herself from Owen’s arms and darted to the bathroom to throw up. She was still experiencing some nausea and vomiting post surgery.

Without hesitation, Owen rushed over to her and rubbed circles on her back as he held her hair up. It broke his heart to see her so ill and he wished he could do something to make her feel better.

When she had nothing left to throw up- she sank on the floor groaning.

 ‘I hate this. ‘she muttered.  ‘Koracick did warn me about having occasional bouts of nausea for the first-week post op.’

 ‘I’m sorry, is there anything else I can do to help? ‘Owen asked, feeling helpless and wishing that there was more he could do to help her.

 ‘Its ok, I’m just grateful to you for being here with me.’ Amelia replied weakly.

Owen carried her to the bedroom and lied her down on the bed.

He climbed on the bed beside her and held her close to him as she slowly dozed off in his arms, comforted by the warmth of his touch.

As she slept peacefully, he looked at her, noting how beautiful she looked even as she was sleeping. 

He couldn’t help but feel guilty for almost breaking up with her. He was about to break up with her that very moment he discovered that she had a brain tumor, which most likely was the cause of her irrational decisions. He was so angry and confused about her actions- yelling at his face that she didn’t want a baby and subsequently running away when she had been on board trying for a baby just a couple of weeks prior to that. Now that he understood her irrational decisions were due to her tumor, he felt so guilty for being angry at her for something which was beyond her control. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she continued sleeping peacefully.

Now that she was back in his arms, he vowed in his heart to make it up to her and love her even more.

He finally drifted off to sleep too, feeling the comfort of her in his arms.

That night, they both slept peacefully, snuggled up to each other for the first time in months.

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 The next morning

The bright sunlight shining through the bedroom window woke Amelia up from her sleep. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, she looked around the bedroom as she came to her senses and realized that she was actually sleeping in her own bedroom for the first time in several months. The bedside clock showed 8:30 am.

Turning over to the other side of the bed, her heart sank when she noticed that Owen’s side of the bed was empty. As far as she recalled, Owen had taken another few days off work to be by her side. Where could he be?

Groaning as she felt a headache, she slowly got out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. On the way to the bathroom, a note placed on the bedside table caught her eye.

She walked over to the bedside table and picked up the note. A smile formed on her face as she saw Owen’s familiar scrawly handwriting.

 ‘ Dear Amelia

I got called to help out in the ER today as there was a huge pile-up which brought a sudden influx of patients. But I’ll be back as soon as I can in the evening. I have called Addison and she is coming over to accompany you today.

P.s. I love you’

 As she slowly went down the stairs after her shower, she thought she smelt the aroma of coffee. For a moment, she wondered whether she was imagining it.

To her pleasant surprise, when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Addison in the kitchen pouring two cups of coffee.

She smiled as she walked into the kitchen.

‘ Oh hey.’ Addison greeted her cheerfully. ‘ You’re awake! I’ve made a cup of coffee for you as well, just as you like it. 

Amelia took a seat next to Addison beside the kitchen table as she sipped the coffee. It tasted heavenly.

‘ Thank you, Addie.’ she said gratefully. ‘ It tastes perfect.’

Glad that her friend liked the coffee she made for her, Addison added, ‘ I’ve made waffles too. Chocolate and peanut butter waffles, which are your favorite. You were the one who taught me how to make those waffles.’ Addison admitted as she sliced a piece and placed it on a plate in front of Amelia. ‘ Jake and Henry love them. I always make it for breakfast.’

‘ I’m glad that you put the skills I taught you to good use.’ Amelia said chuckling. ‘ Unfortunately, I’m not a good cook when it comes to lunch and dinner though. Owen is a much better cook than I am.’

The two women exchanged a smile. 

‘ Speaking of Owen, he called me early this morning asking me to accompany you for the whole day.’ Addison admitted. ‘ I was actually contemplating coming over before his call, but I was afraid I would disturb your privacy. ‘

‘ You mean you’re afraid you would find us making out on the couch or going even further than that?’ Amelia winked at Addison.

‘ Ugh… don’t give me that visual.’ Addison groaned playfully as she pretended to dismiss the thought with a wave of her hand.

‘ Well- I do remember walking in on you and Sam at home one time.' Amelia teased as Addison covered her face with her hands.

' You still remember that.' Addison muttered.

' Of course, I do. This is a good thing because it shows that my memory is still intact.' Amelia replied cheerfully.

‘ You seem to be feeling better now. I’m glad.’ Addison pointed out, changing the topic.

‘ I’m still having some headache.’ Amelia admitted.

‘ Studies show that caffeine helps with a migraine.’ Addison said. ‘ So finish your coffee.’

Amelia closed her eyes as she savored the taste of coffee going down her throat.

‘ It feels a little weird, enjoying breakfast in the morning without having to rush to work.’ Amelia admitted as she took a bite of her waffle. ‘ Oh my God, Addie, this tastes so delicious!’

‘ Do you even make them yourself anymore?’ Addison asked as she narrowed her eyes.

‘ Well, I do make them sometimes, for my sisters, nieces, and nephew. Owen loves them too. But your waffles top mine.’ Amelia said as she took another bite of the waffle.

‘ Well, I learned from the best.’ Addison smiled as she looked at Amelia enjoying her breakfast.

There was a comfortable silence in the kitchen as both women enjoyed their food. 

‘ Amelia- how long have you not been home?’ Addison asked, breaking the silence.

‘ A few months.’ Amelia noted. ‘ We were both planning to try for a baby right away. But I suddenly felt suffocated by my fear of having another anencephalic baby. Instead of talking it through with him and admitting my fears to him, I shouted at his face that he was suffocating me like he did to Cristina, and I ran away from him. In retrospect, I think it was the tumor. But I have to take responsibility for my actions too.’

Addison wondered silently whether Amelia’s action of running away from James was also caused by her tumor. It might be too late to save James and Amelia’s relationship, but it wasn’t too late to salvage Amelia’s relationship with Owen.

 ‘I hope Owen understands now that you had no control over your actions, and that it was not your fault.’ Addison said. ‘ He seems to be a really nice and understanding guy.’

Amelia swallowed hard before replying. ‘ That day when he found out about the tumor, he was about to break up with me, Addie. He was really mad at me for running away from him. When he saw my name on the scans and realized that those were mine- you could see the look of guilt and devastation on his face. He was there to support me after that.'

Addison remained silent, not wanting to interfere in her friend’s personal life, but wanting to just be there for her. 

 ‘He wasn’t there when I was in pain post-op. You were there, Maggie and Meredith were there. But he wasn’t. Knowing him, I think he was hurt, confused and couldn’t take seeing me in so much pain.’ Amelia continued.  ‘I gave him an out yesterday- I told him that I don’t know who I am anymore and that he was free to leave me. But he refused to leave and instead claimed that I’m his wife in sickness and in health. His words really melted my heart.'

‘ I agree- maybe he was hurt, confused and couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain.’ Addison said.

 I’m just so grateful that he’s here to support me now, after how I’ve treated him- running away from him with no explanation. I know it’s due to the tumor, but I would’ve left myself. Owen is such a great guy indeed.’ Amelia admitted.

‘ Amelia.’ Addison said as she held Amelia’s hand. ‘ You should stop blaming yourself. You couldn’t control your actions because of the tumor. Now that the tumor is gone- you can be yourself again. It might take quite a while for you and for those around you to adjust to the new normal, but once you’ve adjusted, you will be fine.'

‘ I hope so.’ Amelia shrugged as she took another bite of her waffle.

Just then, her phone rang. 

‘ It’s Charlotte calling through FaceTime.’ she announced as she answered the call, and signaled Addison to move closer to her.

‘ Amelia!’ Charlotte exclaimed, excited to see her friend. ‘ How are you doing?! Oh, you have a nice headband there.’

‘ Yeah…. For a moment post-operatively, I thought I was gorked, and it was a scary feeling. I was in extreme pain for the first day and spoke French, a language which I didn’t know I still speak. But I’m fine now, except for some headache, nausea, and vomiting.’ Amelia admitted. 

‘ I’m so glad that you’re ok.’ Charlotte said earnestly.‘ I would give you a hug right now if I was there. Can you give her a hug for me, Addie?’

‘ At your service.’ Addison chuckled as she gave Amelia a tight hug.

Amelia continued chatting with Charlotte for several more minutes before the rest of the L.A. gang joined Charlotte in the kitchen. Amelia took turns to speak to each one of them personally. 

‘Amelia,' Sam said suddenly as she was chatting with him.  ‘Look who is here to pay a visit.'

Amelia gasped as she saw Sheldon walk into the kitchen.

 ‘Sheldon!!’ she exclaimed. ‘ I’ve missed you so much! ‘

 ‘I’ve missed you too.’ he said, smiling at his old friend as he waved at her.

They spent a good half an hour chatting, catching up on each other's lives, as Sheldon filled Amelia in about his impromptu trips around the world. After Miranda had passed, he took her last words to heart and traveled to every continent in the world. He was determined to enjoy life to the fullest, making full use of the second chance in life he had been given. Amelia loved receiving postcards from him. 

The rest of the L.A. gang added to the conversation at times, as a cheerful atmosphere filled the kitchen of Oceanside Wellness and also the Hunt home.

By the time Amelia had finished chatting with her friends, an hour had passed and she was feeling much better.

Addison and Amelia spent the entire day watching romantic chick flicks and eating ice cream and frozen pizza.

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 Owen returned home early that evening, and Addison excused herself to return back to her hotel room.

Owen and Amelia were sitting in the living room, relaxing on the couch after having some grilled chicken which Owen cooked for dinner. Owen had just finished changing Amelia's bandage.

Amelia was starting to feel a little exhausted from chatting and watching movies with Addison for the whole day.

‘ You feeling better now?’ Owen asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her near to him. She snuggled close to him, resting her head on his chest and feeling the warmth of his heartbeat.

‘ A little better. Addison was a great companion and kept me entertained for the whole day. We watched movies and ate pizza. And I FaceTimed my L.A. friends too.’ Amelia answered, smiling.

 ‘ I’m glad that she’s here to keep you company. She seems like a very good friend indeed.’ Owen said earnestly.

‘ Yes, she’s much more of a sister to me than my biological sisters.’ Amelia admitted.

‘ You sure you don’t want me to call your mom or any of your sisters to come over?’ Owen asked.

‘ No.’ Amelia answered adamantly. ‘ They weren’t here for our wedding, they don’t get to be here for my recovery.’

‘ Well ok.’ Owen conceded. ‘ I respect your decision. I just thought that you need some support from your family.’

‘ They are not family. You are my family. Maggie, Meredith and our other colleagues are my family. My friends in L.A. are my family.’ Amelia answered.

Owen remained silent, feeling sorry for Amelia that her family members weren’t more supportive of her.

They sat in comfortable silence on the couch, staring at the TV which was airing a family drama, but not really watching it.

Sighing, Owen picked up the remote control and switched off the TV.

‘ Amelia.’ he said. ‘ I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for being such an ass recently. I could sense that there was something wrong with you and it was not your normal behavior. But instead of supporting you and trying to find out why,  I blamed you and thought you were behaving irrationally. I even thought that you were using again. I was upset, angry and confused about the time you ran away from me. In my mind, I blamed myself, wondering what did I do wrong to cause you to run away.’

 ‘It’s ok- you were hurt, confused and angry. You didn’t understand why I ran away. ‘Amelia said.

 ‘Yes, I was angry with you, but that didn’t excuse my kiss with Teddy.  ‘Owen admitted. ‘ I was hurting and upset, and I didn’t know where you were. She was there with me at that time, offering me support and comfort, which I took advantage of. She pushed me away, saying that we should remain just friends and nothing more than that. In hindsight, I realize that I was just acting at the spur of the moment. I don’t feel the same way about her as I feel about you. She’s just a friend- but you, you’re my wife and the love of my life.’

 Amelia remained silent for a moment as she tried to process his words, She would be lying if she said that it didn’t hurt, because it did. 

 ‘Well - I would be lying to the both of us if I say that hearing your admission doesn't hurt, because it does.’ she admitted.  ‘But I’m glad that you’re being upfront and honest to me about it, instead of keeping it a secret from me. I know you were hurt and acted out in the spur of the moment that time. I trust you when you say that you both are just friends and nothing more than that. I hope I can continue to trust you on that.’ she said as she looked at him in the eyes.

 ‘ Yes, you can trust me, Amelia.’ said Owen as he held her hands and looked back at her with pleading eyes.  ‘I promise I will never hurt you again.’

‘ I’m so sorry for running away too.’ Amelia admitted. ‘ I know it’s a stupid and irrational thing to do. Yes- I was, and still am afraid of having another anencephalic baby. But I should have opened up to you and discussed it with you instead of running away like that. I just couldn’t control my actions. I was hurt and confused too. Now I know why.’

A brief moment of silence passed as Owen tried to process Amelia’s words.

‘ You had an anencephalic baby before?’ he asked softly. He remembered her briefly mentioning to him about her baby in the hospital chapel when they were lighting a candle for Samuel Avery, but they were merely colleagues that time, and she never brought up the topic anymore after that.

‘I did.’ she replied. ‘It was Ryan’s. He was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen. I held him in my arms for several minutes before he developed respiratory distress and had to be taken away from me. When Addison and Jake took him away,  it was like a piece of me was being taken away, and it left a hole in my heart. I called him my unicorn baby because he was miraculous. I was given the option to abort him earlier on,  but I decided to carry him to term so that he could donate his organs. In the end, after his birth, he donated his organs and saved lots of lives during his short time here on earth.’ 

‘I’m so sorry to hear that, Amelia. That’s a very honorable thing to do.’ Owen whispered, as he took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze as a gesture of support. He respected her even more now. Not every woman would willingly carry their anencephalic baby to term just so that they could donate their baby’s organs. It was such a noble thing to do.

Amelia shook her head as a stray tear rolled down her cheek.

 ‘I still miss him so much and think about him sometimes, when I’m alone. I wonder if he’s happy up there with Ryan, Derek and Dad. Maybe they’re taking good care of him. ‘ she sighed as she looked up at the ceiling. 

Owen’s heart broke at her admission. He couldn’t imagine losing a child after holding the child in his arms. He held her tight, rubbing soothing circles on her back, at loss of words to say to her.

 ‘ That’s the reason why I’m afraid to have another baby. I’m afraid that our baby would be anencephalic too.’ Amelia admitted. ‘It was the main reason I ran away actually. In my tumor filled mind, I was afraid that you would leave me if our baby had any abnormality.’

 ‘Amelia, I would never leave you, regardless of whether we have healthy babies or not. Remember, we are married. We are in this together. ‘Owen said earnestly.

  ‘I know. Which is why I feel so guilty for running away from you without an explanation. ‘Amelia admitted.  ‘I should have opened up to you and talked to you about my innermost fears instead of just shouting at your face that I didn’t want a baby after agreeing to try for one just a couple of weeks prior to that. I knew that running away was the wrong thing to do but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t control my actions. I didn’t even know the person I was becoming anymore.’ she added as another stray tear rolled down her cheek.

 ‘It’s ok, Amelia, I didn’t get it back then, but I do now. You had no control over your actions. But now that the tumor has been removed, you can return back to being you.’ Owen said comfortingly.

 ‘To being me? I don’t even know who the real me is anymore.’ Amelia said as she shook her head sadly.

 ‘ You are brave, strong, amazing, intelligent, compassionate, kind, caring person and an extraordinarily skilled neurosurgeon. That's the real you.’ Owen said earnestly as he took Amelia’s hands and looked her in the eye.

As she blushed, he cupped her face in his hands, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

 ‘I love you so much, Amelia. Listen, we don’t need to have babies just yet. When the time comes, we’ll talk about it. But right now, we’ll just enjoy each other first, ok?’ he suggested.

 ‘Ok. I love you too.‘Amelia answered as she leaned back on his chest and he held her tight.

 ‘Owen?’ Amelia asked as she looked up at him.

  ‘Yes? ‘he answered as he looked at her lovingly.

 ‘Will I still be a neurosurgeon again? If yes, will my surgical skills still be the same as before? ‘she asked, fear and worry evident in her eyes and in the tone of her voice.

 ‘ Of course, you will. ‘ Owen said confidently. ‘ Remember what Dr.Koracick said? He said that you will return to being the brilliant neurosurgeon you are in a month’s time. He’s confident that your surgical skills haven’t been affected at all. 

 ‘But he’s cocky. He always talks highly of himself. What if I am not as good as before? My patients will pay the price.’ Amelia said, frowning, as the reality of the situation hit her hard.

 ‘ Amelia, listen.’ Owen said as he cupped her face in his hands again. ‘You will go back to becoming the amazing, brilliant, talented, skilled neurosurgeon you are. It might take longer than expected, and require a lot of hard work and determination. But you’ll pull through like you always do, being the strong fighter you are. I have full faith and confidence in you, so you should too. ' he said as he looked at her, an honest expression in his eyes.

Feeling encouraged by her husband’s support and confidence in her, Amelia leaned back to Owen, feeling the comfort of his hands wrapped around her shoulder. She had to admit, she really missed his touch for the past couple of months and it felt good to finally be back in his arms.

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 Throughout the following week, Amelia continued recuperating at home. It was a welcomed change for the first few days, just lazing around the house, not having to rush to the hospital to round on pre and post-operative patients early in the morning. It felt good, not having to rush back and forth from the ER to the OR and skipping lunch. She could sit down on the couch in front of the TV to enjoy a proper meal while watching her favorite TV shows. 

Addison had returned back to L.A., after expressing remorse for not being able to spend more time with Amelia due to work obligations. But she promised to FaceTime her daily.

Meredith and Maggie took turns visiting her when they weren’t at work, bringing the Shepherd children to cheer her up.

For a few days, Owen stayed at home to accompany her. He would make breakfast for her in the mornings, and prepare her favorite food for lunch and dinner.

It was bliss as she snuggled on the couch in front of the TV beside him, leaning onto him as they binged watched TV shows and movies. Owen had bought plenty of chocolate ice cream, her favorite dessert, which she savored while they binge-watched.

Night times were spent snuggled in bed, with him reading journals and her reading some story books which she purchased but never had the time to read before. They would chat for hours about their past, their families, their innermost secrets, and dreams.

They both felt that they had discovered more about each other during these few days than in the past months they had been married.

Amelia confessed to Owen how her family had always treated her as a disappointment, and how she always felt like she was the black sheep of the family. Owen confessed about how he still felt guilty deep inside about what happened to Megan, although she had assured him repeatedly that she forgave him and it wasn’t his fault. Amelia comforted him, saying that she knew what it felt like, but at least Megan was still alive and he still had the chance to make things right with her.

They would then fall asleep on their huge comfortable bed, snuggled close to each other.

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 After a few days, Owen had to return back to work. He wasn't able to take a longer leave due to a shortage of trauma surgeons in the ER. He was reluctant to leave Amelia alone at home, but she assured him that she would be fine. 

The first day of being left alone in the house, Amelia was bored out of her mind.  Both Meredith and Maggie were at work, so she had no one to keep her company. She focused her energy on doing household chores, sweeping and vacuuming the entire house clean. The furniture was dusted, decorations rearranged, and windows scrubbed clean.

Owen called from work, reminding her to rest and take care of herself. She promised him on the phone that she would rest, but returned to doing household chores instead.

That evening, she attempted to prepare dinner for Owen before he returned home from work. Her attempt to grill chicken was unsuccessful as she set the fire alarm off. 

Owen came home to a tearful wife that evening. He comforted her, saying that he was touched by her effort and she should rest and not attempt to cook for him. They ended up ordering pizza that night.

 ‘Amelia, you’re supposed to rest and recuperate at home, not do housework.’ Owen said as they were snuggled on the couch that night. 

 ‘I know, but I just can’t help it. I’m going crazy without anything to do at home and anyone to keep me company.’ she admitted.  ‘I cannot chat with my L.A. friends for the whole day, they have patients to tend to. Also, I will go crazy watching sappy soap operas and reading sappy novels the whole day.’

Owen chuckled, acknowledging the truth in her words.

 ‘How about I let Megan keep you company?’ he suggested as Amelia gave him an incredulous look.  ‘ Her fever has subsided and her white blood count is back to normal. She is going to be discharged tomorrow and I’m thinking of letting her rest at home too. She insisted on staying with our mom, but I asked her to come home to stay with us for a few days first, as mom needs a little more time to prepare the house for her homecoming.'

 ‘Your sister who hates me and says that I’m a terrible wife to you?’ she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. Her blood was starting to boil again, as he didn’t even ask for her permission to bring his sister back. She tried to calm herself down, knowing that she had to think and act rationally. After taking a deep breath, she realized that Megan was Owen’s sister after all, and he had every right to bring his own sister back to their house. Still, it would have been nice if he had consulted her first.

 ‘She doesn’t hate you, Amelia. She just doesn’t know you yet. Once she gets to know you, she’ll love you, I’m sure.’ Owen said as Amelia pretended to be interested in the game show they were watching.

‘ What are we supposed to talk about?’ Amelia muttered.  ‘The weather?’

Owen chuckled at her sarcastic remark. He was glad that the Amelia with the witty remarks was back.

 ‘You should give her a chance.’ he said. ‘ I spoke to her again for quite some time yesterday, telling her about what an amazing person you are. She trusts me, and it seemed like she believed me yesterday. I told her to give you a chance too.’ Owen said earnestly.

 ‘ Both of you have rather similar personalities and I think you’ll get along well with each other.’

 ‘Well, okay.’ Amelia said hesitantly.

‘ Besides, you wouldn’t be alone with her. Her son, Farouk would be with her.’ said Owen.

 ‘ Alright.’ Amelia conceded. ‘ I’ll try. I’ll be nice to her. But you have to make it up to me later’ she said, winking at him.

 ‘Amelia! I thought Dr. Koracick said no sex for at least a few weeks!’ Owen exclaimed, a horrified look on his face.

‘ I don’t mean that! I mean ice cream and cuddles on the living room couch! ‘Amelia retorted as she smacked him playfully on the arm.

They both laughed as they snuggled close to each other on the couch and continued watching TV.

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 Megan and Farouk arrived at the house at 10 a.m. the next day. Owen had gone to the hospital to pick them up.

Amelia was sitting alone on the living room couch, waiting anxiously for her sister-in-law’s arrival. 

Her heart beat fast when she heard the front door unlock and a little boy’s excited voice outside the door.

She straightened her hair as she walked towards the door to greet them.

Megan was dressed in street clothes for the first time since she saw her, and beside her was a cute Middle Eastern boy.

‘ Hey.’ she greeted politely.

To her pleasant surprise, Megan smiled at her.

‘ Hey.’ she greeted back.

‘ Farouk, this is your aunt Amelia.’ she said as she bent down to speak to the child. ‘ Say hi to her.’ 

‘ Hi aunt Amelia.’ the boy greeted cheerfully as he extended a hand for her to shake.

‘Amelia, this is my son, Farouk.’ Megan said. 

‘ Hey, Farouk. Nice to meet you.’ Amelia said,  finding herself smiling. too. Megan had done a great job of raising this kid right, she thought to herself.

As Owen lead Megan to the guestroom, carrying her luggage for her, Amelia was left alone with Farouk in the living room.

‘ Wow, this is such a nice house!’ Farouk exclaimed as he admired the interior of the house. 

 ' Thanks.’ Amelia replied.  ‘ It usually isn’t this tidy.’

 ‘Wow! You have lots of books!' Farouk pointed out excitedly as he ran over to the mini library set up at the corner of the living room.

 ‘Yes, they’re all adult books though.’ Amelia answered. ‘ Do you like reading?’

 ‘ Yes, I do.’ Farouk said excitedly.  ‘They don’t have English books over there though. My mom was the one who taught me English.’

 ‘That’s good.’ Amelia said smiling.  ‘The more languages you learn, the better.’

 ‘Do you want to watch TV? ‘ she asked, switching on the TV for him. ‘ What do you like to watch?’

 ‘I don’t know. There isn’t much to watch on TV over there.’ the boy answered. 

 ‘You can watch as much TV as you want here.’ Amelia said. ‘ Do you watch cartoons?’ she asked as she switched to a channel which the Shepherd kids loved to watch.

By the time Owen came down the stairs with Megan, Farouk was already engrossed in the new children’s TV show he had discovered.

‘ Make yourselves comfortable, alright?’ Owen said to his wife, sister and nephew. ‘I’ll be back in the evening. I love you all.’

 ‘Don’t worry, we’ll have a blast.’ Megan said as she winked at him.

He ruffled Farouk's hair playfully before giving Megan a hug. He then walked over to Amelia and kissed her gently on the lips before whispering in her ear.  ‘It’s ok, she’s nice, trust me.’

Amelia nodded as she smiled up at him reassuringly.

 ‘I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.’ she whispered back.  ‘Now, go save some lives.’

As Owen left, only the sound of the TV was heard, as Farouk continued being engrossed in the show and Amelia and Megan both struggled to find the right words to say to each other.

‘ He’s such a good boy.’ Amelia said, breaking the silence.

‘ He is.’ Megan agreed, smiling. ‘His parents were killed in an air strike years ago, and he had no relatives left. He had no one. He was crying and looking at me with pleading eyes. I just had to take him in.’

 ‘That’s very noble of you.’ Amelia said earnestly, having new found respect for her sister-in-law.

 ‘ Now I can't imagine my life without him. I was afraid I would be separated from him forever and wouldn’t be able to get him back. So imagine my joy when he appeared in front of me last week.’ Megan admitted. ‘I’m forever grateful to Nathan and Meredith for helping to bring him to me.’

 ‘I can imagine.’ Amelia said earnestly as she nodded. For a brief moment, she wondered what her life would have been like had her unicorn baby still been alive

Another tense silence came in between them as Megan struggled to find the right words to say to Amelia. Ever since Owen told her about Amelia having a tumor, she had felt remorse for misjudging and making assumptions about her. Owen had explained to her that Amelia was usually a very funny, smart, kind, caring, loving and compassionate woman, and that her actions were probably caused by the tumor.

‘ You never got to know her.’ Owen had said. ‘ You will love her once you get to know her.’ 

‘ Well, ok, since you’re my big brother and I always trust your judgment, I’ll try to get to know her.’ Megan had conceded, rolling her eyes playfully at him.

Megan cleared her throat before she began.

‘ I’m sorry.’ she said.

Amelia turned to look at her, puzzled.

‘ Sorry for what?’ she asked.

‘ I’m sorry for misjudging you and making assumptions about you.’ Megan admitted. ‘ I wondered where you were when I first arrived and Owen was there by my side taking care of me. I asked him why weren’t you there by his side taking care of him and offering him emotional support. I assumed that you were a distant type of person who didn’t care much about your marriage. I questioned his marriage to you. I even told him that he deserved better. I didn’t know that you were also fighting your own battle that time. Owen explained to me that the tumor caused you to be unable to control your actions, and now I understand. I’m so sorry.’

Amelia looked at Megan and saw the honest expression in her sister-in-law’s face and the earnest tone in her voice.

‘ I accept your apology and I don’t blame you.’ she said honestly. ‘I wouldn’t like me either if I were in your shoes. When you first arrived, I just disappeared while Owen was still coming to terms with you reappearing in his life. As his wife, I should have been there to support him, but instead, I was nowhere to be found. So I totally understand why you would think that way. You were just looking out for your sibling because you love him. If my brother’s wife disappeared when he needed her, I would have thought the same.’

Megan nodded in relief, grateful that they could have a civil discussion. She was starting to like her sister-in-law.

‘ Thank you. I’m glad that we can talk this through like the mature adults we are.’ she said. ‘ Let’s start anew, shall we?’

‘ Ok, let’s.’ Amelia agreed, smiling back at her.

They started a casual conversation, which began as chatting about work, with Amelia telling Megan about her work as a neurosurgeon and Megan filling her in about working in the army.

They then talked about their families and backgrounds, with Amelia telling Megan about Derek and her sisters, and Megan telling Amelia about the strong bond she shared with Owen as children.

‘ Once, a guy in class bullied me and I came back crying.’ Megan admitted. ‘ The next day, Owen went to class and beat the guy up badly. They both got suspended, but that was when I knew that I would always have my brother’s back.’

‘ Derek would do the same for me.’ Amelia sighed sadly at the memory of her brother.

‘ I’m sorry.’ Megan said as she touched Amelia’s arm comfortingly. ‘ I can’t imagine losing a sibling.’

‘ Do you know that Owen never stopped thinking about you?’ Amelia said. ‘ He would always tell me about you and say how much he missed you. He told me how you always tagged along with him when he went out with friends and how you both shared a strong bond together.'

The two women shared a smile.

‘ One night he was dreaming of you and woke up screaming your name.’ Amelia recalled. ‘ He really thought that you were dead, but he still clung on to the hope of you being alive. According to him, not a day went by without him thinking of you.’

Megan remained silent, feeling guilt overcome her. In retrospect, she should have at least made an effort to contact her family to let them know that she was still alive. 

‘ When we received the news that you were still alive, Owen blamed himself. He was in a daze the entire day, and he told me that he felt so guilty for going on with his life while you were being held captive in the war zone. I think he’s still blaming himself now.’ Amelia continued.

‘ I’ll need to have a heart to heart talk to him about it later.’ Megan admitted.

‘ Yes, please do talk to him. He loves you so much.’ Amelia said.

‘ He loves you so much too. I can see it in his eyes when he speaks about you.’ Megan pointed out. ‘ When we were younger, I used to tease him that he would have a hard time finding a woman who would give him many children. He had always been a family person, and always wanted a big family.’

‘ I know.’ Amelia nodded. 

‘ Have you both ever discussed having a family?’ Megan asked.

‘ Well, we had that discussion before, but I guess it hasn’t happened just yet.’ Amelia answered, feeling a bit uncomfortable about the question.

Megan nodded in understanding. ‘ He shouldn’t force you into starting a family. You shouldn’t be pressured to if you’re not ready.’ she said.

Amelia contemplated telling Megan about her unicorn baby but decided that it was a story for another time.

‘ I know.’ she nodded instead.

‘ So tell me- what made you fall for my brother?’ Megan asked in a light-hearted manner.

‘ Wow, where do I start?’ Amelia answered, laughing. ‘ Well, first off- at work, he is hard-working, dedicated, strict and takes charge of things. In personal life though, he is loyal, kind, caring, loving and compassionate.’ 

‘ Well, ok.’ Megan agreed. ‘ Yes, he has those characteristics in him.’

‘ He would get a kick out of us talking about him.’ Amelia joked.

‘ Let’s tease him about it later.’ Megan winked.

The two women chatted for the whole day- throughout TV sessions with Farouk, while making lunch and eating ice-cream together, and while going for an afternoon stroll in the neighborhood.

Megan told Amelia about her time in the army and her time in captivity for the past 10 years. Amelia listened attentively, feeling uttermost respect for her sister-in-law. She had respect for all the people who served in the army, but being a woman and serving in the battlefield deserved an entirely new level of respect altogether. 

That evening, when Owen turned the keys of the main door and opened it, he was pleasantly surprised to hear laughter and excited chatter coming from the direction of the living room. Apparently, his plan to have his wife and sister bond worked out well. Knowing that everything was going to be fine after all, he smiled to himself as he walked towards the living room to join them.  Life was good indeed.

  Alright guys- this is it- the end of chapter 3 of ‘I’m A Fighter’. I hope you liked it! Comments, reblogs, reviews and messages are very much appreciated. Please do let me know what you think- I would love to hear from you all!! <3 <3 <3