#sorry babes but the rich people world does work like this i sadly can say from experience ¬¬

[bellysoupset]

and another question because when I hear someone is anxious and needs distraction I go into “fixer” mode. What is the worst job each of your OCs has ever had?

hope you’re feeling better - as someone who regularly wakes up at 4:30 am in a full-on panic attack, I get it.

Hi Lis! Honestly, I don't know what our brains want us to be "accomplishing" at 4:00 AM, its terrible.

So this is the ask where I reveal my characters are quite spoiled? You be the judge.

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Leo: worst job was a candy factory he worked at that had him on his feet the entire day, doing extremely mechanic and repetitive tasks, wearing full body suit in Oklahoma's summer weather. He'd bike there after school and then do his homework on his 30 mins break and then back to the production line. Obviously they couldn't eat any of the products, so this is probably why nowadays he's got a huge sweet tooth. He also has a bit of tendinitis to this day thanks to this job, even though it was only 1 year he stayed there (his senior year). Even though he has worked retail and food serving before, he still ranks this one as the worst.

Bella: Bell has done everything under the sun. She's worked every retail you can think of, which was uh... Horrible, but mostly for her clients? This is a woman who has no chill and no patience, she'll not tolerate some Karen yelling at her. Period. Hence why she worked so many jobs, because she kept getting fired/quitting lol. Because of her "take no shit" attitude, a lot of her horrible jobs were actually not as bad in her opinion, simply because they didn't affect her. Her worst one was when she was 14 and her mom decided instead of Bella working for someone else she should come do nails in the hair salon she worked at. Since it was her mom's workplace Bell had to be nice, because it was one thing to be fired/quit, an entirely different thing to have her mom be fired as well. It fucking sucked, but this job had slightly less shitty hours than others, so it was when she started coding and that's how she ended up getting her scholarship. So yay?

Vince: Vin has been a frontliner of his mom's homemade food business from the get go. He came to the US at 10 and by age of 12 he was already doing sales to his classmates. He has worked the shop and done deliveries since always and he's genuinely really good at it, because he's very likable. When he was 15 he decided to get a job in a mechanic, around the time he started to get interested in motorcycles, and they put him to do front desk stuff, but he could venture to the back to learn some. In both jobs he actually thrived. He had bad clients, so he's got some horror stories, but no actual "horror jobs".

Wendy: Wen has never had a bad job?? She's done all sorts of stuff, because she's the type of hyper person who's got 200 hobbies. She's done her own little clothing line, she's been a receptionist to her parent's friends' business. By far the one she liked the least was doing reception work at her mother's clinic, mostly because her mother micromanaged her to hell and back and the other girls hated her guts. But even then, I think she'd have liked the job if it wasn't for the company.

I need to preface that both Jon and Luke never had real jobs until the ones they're in currently. They just didn't need them.

Jonah: He acted as an assistant to his father in the clinic procedures, which was a lot of washing equipment's and following around the real trained technician, and getting to watch his dad do minor surgeries. He's got covered in blood a couple of times and snapped at, but as for as Work goes this was his only real experience until he started interning via the university and then stuck around. He despised the part of college where they put him to intern with the G.I people, just gross.

Luke: he's my little baby pillow millionaire, this man has never worked a real job. He's done a LOT of volunteer work and we all know volunteering IS real work, however what I mean is Luke has never EVER depended on the money he's making for anything. He's always been the guy who could just walk out. He's lucky he's so competitive, otherwise he'd be a serial quitter tbh. He's got his stories with volunteering (worked at an elder's home once and boyyy, worst experience of his life), but I think the closest I can say was doing some menial desk job for his mom and his ADHD kicking his ass. He cannot sit still, period and Veronica never really realized that and got pissed when he'd wander off and just zone her out entirely.

[fairyoftbz]

it's never too late... | b. jacob

🏀 pairing: crush! basketball player! jacob x fem!reader 🏀 genre: high school!au, fluff, (sort of) strangers/acquaintances-to-lovers 🏀 word count: 5.2k 🏀 tw: very cliché 😳 and it goes kinda fast lmaoo 🏀 a/n: lisa I'm sorry I took this long to do your request, but I hope you'll like it nonetheless!! ALSO: to my fellow Americans, here football = soccer!! 🏀 requested: yes! thank you lisa!! @skrtbabe

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You had waited for this time since the beginning of your academic journey there. Graduating from high school was two months away, and it felt just as exciting as weird.

It felt like you had started your first year last week, but the amount of work and time spent in those dull buildings makes you feel like you’ve been there for at least five years.

It was exhausting to attend classes and see the same people every single day of the year, with repetitive subjects, annoying or cool teachers depending on your luck and everything that followed. The homework, the assignments, the small -or not so small- fights between classes or groups of people, you were praying that university wouldn’t sound like that.

However, at the same time, you were almost starting to feel nostalgic for this time. The last years where you could remain a bit silly before entering the adult world, being in your last teen years with people that you appreciated and met there. You chose to do this before letting them go and live your own lives, memories that will disappear if you don’t cherish them enough.

So, with Soyeon, your best friend, you decided to enjoy the time that you had left to do things together while still studying and revising for the exams, which was sometimes not easy to do. Yes, you shared classes, but personal and private activities sometimes came in the way and prevented you from hanging out.

“It’s life after all,” she said one night over the phone as you shared your opinion on this topic, “it’s good that we can be together almost 24/7, but sometimes, things don’t allow us to be together. It might be for the best, we never know,” she said, trying to be positive no matter the situation she was in, but you knew her well. As much as she wants to appear strong, you had found her many times crying on her own. But it was her personality, and no matter how hard you tried to change her, what's bred in the bone comes out in the flesh.

Soyeon wasn’t your only friend, you were getting along well with most of your girl classmates, as well as the boys that weren’t suffocating under the number of pick-me-girls that were populating your school and your class.

Sadly for you, you’ve been eyeing the most popular (and prettiest) boy in your whole school since you crossed gaze with him at the very beginning of your first year there. Jacob, your crush, was also the star basketball player of your school, and constantly surrounded and attracting cheerleaders or rich, random, good-looking girls, which had a knack for getting on your nerves. He was always spending time together with his pals and teammates, but other people as well. Everyone wanted to be his friend because you know, he had a promising career ahead of him, so it was always nice to be friends with a potential future celebrity.

As defeated as you were, there was still a small voice in your head telling you to do something before he left to go back to his home country, South Korea, where he had a career already planned and traced out.

You were confused as it was almost impossible for you to get a chance with him since you were not one of those girls and you simply couldn’t compete against them, but Soyeon and her boyfriend Sunwoo were always there to praise you and reassure you about your potential chances of dating him. Never convinced by your friends’ words, you had tried many times to get him out of your head and focus on someone else, but it never worked. Everything came back to him. He was unique and oh so nice, everything reminded you of him, and it was sickening at this point.

“He won't get out of my head, it’s getting on my nerves,” you shared your thoughts to your best friend as you braced your head in your hands, slapping your cheeks as if it were going to change anything and help you throw Jacob out of your brain.

“Why do I keep this stupid boy in my head when I know I don’t stand a single chance against those girls,” you slapped your cheeks harder and whined as Soyeon’s hand landed on your wrist.

“Y/N, stop your nonsense. You are perfect, you don’t need to change anything for him!”

“It’s easier said than done, you pulled the football star player!” you exclaimed, and she rolled her eyes, shifting closer to whisper.

“He pulled me because he knew that I am pretty, and that wouldn’t change a single thing for him. If he’s not happy with who I am, he can leave,” she shrugs, signalling you to do the same if you dated Jacob.

Sunwoo was also among the popular boys, but your friend remained the same, not even trying to fit in with the popular girls. She claimed that Sunwoo fell in love with her for her true self, so she didn’t see the point of changing to please other people. And you wished you had her confidence and her strength, admiring her for not changing anything about herself to please others.

Back to the present.

You felt stuck, desperately in love with an unapproachable boy who was too popular and way out of your league to be lucky to have his eyes sparing you any sort of attention. Even if he was a sweet young man, he was always surrounded by popular people, who were trying to hook up or use him for his school fame and sharp features.

One day, while studying with your best friend at the library, Sunwoo and one of his friends, Hyunjae, the football captain, burst into the library and come not so quietly to your table.

“For the love of God, can you both be quiet for once?” Soyeon whispered-yelled but her voice got toned down by Sunwoo vividly pressing his lips on hers, an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Hyunjae laughed but quickly gagged as they didn’t stop the kiss as quickly as the captain wished.

“Gosh, please, get a room,” he mumbled before hugging you, your knee resting against his as his arms pressed you against his chest.

Your friendship with Hyunjae felt more like siblings, he was genuinely nice and caring with you, making sure that you were okay and that you had enough of everything before allowing you to go home. Despite all the teasing and a few rumours going around school, you were not dating and didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other. He simply checked that you had an older brother figure since you were the first-born child, and it felt relieving.

The thing you did not know was that Jacob and a few of his basketball teammates, Juyeon, Eric and Younghoon, were a few tables away from yours, your back facing them, the future star looking at you and Hyunjae from the corner of his eyes. He nodded at his friend at your table, who gave him a wink as an answer, Jacob’s eyes burning holes into your back as Hyunjae was close to you. Too close to you for the basketball player not to feel something churn in his stomach.

Two long, manicured fingers snapped in front of his eyes to get him out of his reverie, lazily looking at the girl that sat across from him, who he was supposed to get help from.

“Jacob please, pay attention to meeeeee,” she whined and pouted, giving him puppy eyes that he couldn’t give a single fuck about, too busy in his mind to hear what she had to say.

She had volunteered to help him study History, but she wasn’t any better, probably worse than he was. It was already the third time Juyeon corrected her basic knowledge without being an expert himself, not even caring about the death glares she kept sending him. It only made him smirk as he knew it irked her dearly yet amused the rest of the table a lot.

They all sighed as she finally took the hint and left their table, Jacob bitterly chuckling as Hyunjae rolled his eyes when she walked past your table, his demeanour making you laugh.

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“Bro, do you think I should ask Y/N for help? Isn’t that a bit… lame?” Jacob sat on one of the soccer balls, hands joined and panting as Sunwoo practised his dribbling skills before shooting the ball in the cages, aiming for the up-right corner. He trotted to his friend and collapsed on the grass next to him, the last rays of sunshine offering his skin a wonderful, honey glow. He ruffled his hair after plopping down, checking his phone for any message before answering.

“If you need help, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask her. I mean, she’s super smart in every subject, but she’s just the boss in History. Her presentations are always golden, and she explains things a lot better than some of the teachers.”

“I got Smith as a teacher,” the basketball player grimaced, his left hand holding his right wrist as his gaze wandered in the grass.

“We’ve got Antal, and I can tell you that she’s always mad when Y/N does a presentation because they honestly just sound better than her lessons,” Sunwoo chuckled as Jacob pondered his friend’s words, the gears of his mind working at full speed.

How is he going to be able to approach you and get to talk to you?

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“Bestie, no. I swear I saw that in the other book,” you said as you found yourself back in the library the following week, bending over the table to grab the book your best friend was resting hers on. You started flipping some pages when a loud, masculine chortle followed by some whispers of annoyance drawing your attention.

“Hi, babe! Hi Hyunj- Oh hi Jacob!” your neck almost snapped as you abruptly lifted your head up at the mention of your crush’s name, a small, embarrassed smile making its way on your mouth. You were a bit sad that your brother best friend was not here with Sunwoo, but you weren’t going to complain to have your crush instead.

“Can I sit here?” the basketball player asked in a soft voice while pointing at the empty spot next to you, making you quickly nod and gather your stuff to make him some space.

You resumed searching for the precious paragraph you were searching for your project as if it were nothing, trying to ignore your stammering heart in your chest and the couple eating each other's mouths. The only thing you hoped was that Jacob couldn’t hear the loud, irregular beats in your ribcage because it would give in your attraction to him.

“Hum, Y/N?” the voice next to you made you flinch, surprised that he knew your name and that he said it aloud.

“Y-Yes?” you said, cursing in your head as you stuttered.

“I heard that you were the Ace when it came to History,” Jacob started, and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes, fire spreading in your chest up to your face.

“I can’t really say that I’m the Ace, but I really love that subject, so yeah I have some… knowledge,” words tripped over your tongue, and your best friend pulled away from Sunwoo and scoffed.

“Some knowledge? Are you kidding?” she said, Sunwoo placing a hand on her mouth as she was louder than intended. She removed his palm and furrowed her brows at him, before turning her head back at you with the same angry expression.

“She knows so fucking much that Antal hates her because she feels humiliated compared to Y/N. So let me tell you one thing, Cobbie, if you need help, you’ve come to the right person. Y/N is just a living encyclopaedia,” your best friend proudly smirked as you glowered at her, Sunwoo chuckling at his girlfriend’s behaviour before immediately stopping.

“Wait, did you call him Cobbie? How come you call him like that when I get nothing other than babe or baby?” Sunwoo argued while pouting, and your best friend sighed, ruffling his hair before pressing her lips against his one more time, making you slightly grimace as envy flooded your veins.

You sighed and dared to look at Jacob, who was reading the beginning of your essay written on your computer, leaving Sunwoo and your best friend bicker like the cute couple they were.

“Do you have this project too?” you asked, and he shook his head, eyes remaining glued on the computer screen.

“It’s so interesting what you wrote, I like your way of writing and explaining stuff,” he offered a small smile as he looked at you, clearing his throat. For someone that was super popular and constantly surrounded by friends or people at parties, he behaved and sounded quite like an introvert.

“W-Well, thank you,” you said with a smile and turned your head to the side for a second, taking a deep breath before looking back at him, opening a new tab on your computer after he gestured to you that he was done reading.

“What do you need help with?”

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You were astonished at how quick-minded Jacob was. Behind his fit, muscular appearance and obsession with basketball, he had the soul of a thinker and grasped the knowledge of historical concepts quite easily and rapidly. He just wasn’t good with the way Smith was teaching, the method not suiting him.

“You retain things well for someone who hates History,” you joked, and he shyly smiled, scratching his neck. His smile looked gorgeous, and you were pleasantly surprised at how much of a genuine person he was.

“Well, History is not my cup of tea, but it might be a bit more thanks to you,” he said, and you tried to stifle a smile, thankful that your best friend was no longer sitting across from you because she wouldn��t have let you two live.

“It’s nothing. You can come back to me if you need help, I really don’t mind. I actually like explaining things,” you said, and he nodded, clicking your pen close before placing it in your pouch.

“Thank you, really. Sunwoo was actually the one that told me about you, so I have to thank him as well,” you stood up and slowly started to pack your stuff, shutting down your computer with a smile.

“I’m glad he did so, I just hope it was positive,” you giggled, and he quickly joined you, twirling his pen in between his fingers as he cleared his throat.

“You know, it’s Sunwoo. It can only be nice and positive,” you genuinely smiled at him and fall in silence, throwing glances at each other from time to time as the conversation was slowly starting to die down.

“And... How’s basketball going by the way? Is everything going well?” you asked, and his heart skipped a beat at your question as it took him off guard.

“I-It’s going pretty well, I’m excited to finish high school to be able to focus on basketball. I’m gonna have to take some of my last finals in South Korea because the season and the training start pretty early in Summer so…” his voice trailed as his eyes widened, a hand slapping his mouth as you both stood up.

“What?” you quizzed, confused by his sudden change of behaviour.

“I… was meant to keep this a secret,” his voice trailed, the end of his sentence falling in a whisper as he started panicking. “Can we pretend you didn’t hear what I said?” he asked as you placed your bag strap on your shoulder, taking your sweater before pushing the chair against the table.

“Said what?” you replied with a smile, and Jacob sighed in relief, somehow feeling like his secret was safe with you, even if you’ve talked to him for the first time at the beginning of the afternoon.

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The rest of the month rolled off smoothly, yet the stress and the revisions became more intense as the days went by. You didn’t hear anything back from Jacob, but you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, offering him an awkward wave and a smile as not to get noticed by some of his “fan girls”, as they called themselves.

You still had a whole month left before finals, and you felt blessed as summer decided to start a bit earlier this year. It was only the beginning of May, but you were already able to wear shorts and dresses. It felt good to see the blue sky and being surrounded by the warmth of the sun hitting your exposed skin after the cold, lonely winter and spring you’ve just got out of. Everything looked prettier and warmer, and it did nothing but make you happier and brighter, despite the stress of the finals piling up on your shoulders.

So, to get rid of this pressure, you decided to leave town with Hyunjae and let him drive to one of the lakes that surrounded your town, knowing that the beach and parks would get crowded in no time. It was a place that you used to go to with your parents when you were still a child, memories that you shared with your friend coming back flooding in your mind.

Hyunjae and his family tagged along to give you some company and take care of you as your parents were busy looking after your newborn twin sisters, Hyunjae and his younger brother acting like elder siblings to you.

After driving for a few dozens of minutes, you settled your stuff in the shade, right under a weeping willow that offered you freshness throughout the entire day. Your best friend napped almost the entire time you were there, hand lingering on his abs while the other plucked out some grass until he dozed off, trying to store as many hours of rest as possible before finals. By his side was you, reading a book and enjoying the chilly water to cool down from the hot temperatures of early Summer, playfully nudging the young man next to you each time he was starting to snore.

It’s near the middle of the afternoon that you heard another car pulling up near the lake, a bunch of excited teenagers coming out of a van. You didn’t pay much attention to them, only sighing as your peace was about to get ruined, their screams when they jumped in the water woke your best friend up.

He abruptly sat up next to you and rubbed his eyes, some sleeping marks lingering on his face, making you giggle. Being the short-sighted idiot that he was, he squinted to try and recognise some people, but he didn’t have to.

A young woman screamed and started jumping up and down, waving her arms above her head in your direction, hearing her scream something towards you.

You looked at each other with Hyunjae, confusion painted on your faces, hearing your phone buzz in your small bag hidden by your folded clothes.

“Hello?” you said as Hyunjae’s phone started vibrating too, picking up the call as well.

“Y/N, it’s us! We’re on the opposite side of the lake! Come and join us!” you heard your best friend yell in your ear, hearing her as well through Hyunjae’s phone, who picked up a call from her boyfriend.

“Okay, we’re coming!” you excitingly said as you hung up, waving at your best friend from your spot as you started packing your stuff to get back in the car and meet up with your friends.

Your best friend excitingly jumped in your arms as soon as you got out of the car,

“Tt’s crazy how we’re so connected! Did you also think that the beach would be crowded?” she asked, and you nodded with a smile, happy to see her this joyful to see you.

The inseparable duo was here, as well as Younghoon, Jacob, Eric, Juyeon and Sangyeon, the striker of the football team. They all engulfed you in a tight hug, Jacob staying in the background the entire time.

“Hi Jacob!” you brightly said and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Hi Y/N,” his answer vibrated in his chest and had repercussions in yours, sending your heart flying in your ribcage.

You looked so good being this carefree, it was thankfully a sight that he managed to imprint in his mind despite the shortness of the moment. Being surrounded by all your friends felt so good that you forgot to be awkward and worry about the stupidest things, and Jacob adored seeing you this natural and smiling in the company of your friends. He was a bit sad that he wasn’t fully the reason for your smile though, but he still managed to enjoy the rest of the day with you and your mutual friends, whether you were on the ground or in the water.

Sangyeon, Younghoon and Juyeon copied Hyunjae and joined him in a restoring nap, while Eric, Sunwoo, Jacob, Soyeon and you played different games in the water, improvising a volleyball match with an imaginary net and the ball Sunwoo took with him as the volleyball, but it did the job. It was just a bit hurtful for the liberos since it wasn’t as soft and bouncy as a volleyball, but the joy of the moment allowed any type of pain to become bearable.

The evening eventually started to settle in, and you all got out of the water, drying yourselves before deciding to spend a part of the night here. You helped Sangyeon build a bonfire in the safe area by bringing some different branches, the eldest placing them correctly before lighting them with his pocket lighter.

“Hyung! I didn’t know you were a boy-scout,” Sunwoo exclaimed and made everyone laughed as you all were sliding some marshmallows on a stick, Sangyeon smiling with modesty at everyone.

“Ya, don’t say this,” Sangyeon mumbled, and you smile, rubbing his upper back as he sat down next to you, thanking him when you handed him over his marshmallow stick.

“Oh no! Mine burnt,” Soyeon pouted when she retrieved her snack from the flames, and her boyfriend was quick to give her his sweets, Eric cooing at the gesture of affection.

“Give it to me, I like them burnt,” he mumbled as he bit in the fluffy texture, immediately regretting it as it was boiling. His girlfriend handed him water as he stood up, bouncing up and down to try and reduce what felt like flames in his mouth.

“Oh my, thanks babe,” he muttered with his mouth stuffed when he gulped down everything with a pained expression on his face. Eric’s eyes filled with boredom locked into yours and you both chuckled, your friend shaking his head.

“When is it gonna be my turn,” he huffed and Sunwoo hit him playfully in the back as you all laughed around the bonfire, relating to your friend.

“When you’ll stop being obsessed with football and mango juice,” Eric grunted and folded his arms over his chest as Sangyeon called him out, making you coo and playfully run to him, holding him against you as he fake-cried on your chest while everyone was laughing at him.

Except for Jacob, who only offered a weak smile, but you didn’t catch it, too busy having fun and being light-hearted with your friends.

After your stomachs were filled with sweets and soda, Sunwoo pulled out his guitar and strummed a soft melody until some became heavy-eyed or fell asleep against the other, his girlfriend succumbing to his musical talents first. Jacob looked exhausted as well but forced his eyes open, finding him even hotter with hooded eyelids and his hair slightly curling with the humidity of the air and the lake water.

When it was time to go home, Hyunjae, as well as Younghoon, Sunwoo, Soyeon and Eric decided to jump into Hyunjae’s car to go to the beach, feeling the urge and the thrill of going skinny-dipping. On the other hand, you and the rest of the boys were too exhausted and modest to do this, only wanting to go home and get some good rest.

Just like they had arrived, Sangyeon was behind the wheel while the rest was either next to him or in the back seat. And you didn’t know how it happened, but you got stuck between the window and Jacob, who was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“You good?” you asked, and he turned his head towards you before offering you a tired yet sweet smile, moving his head up and down.

“I'm just exhausted, tonight was simply amazing,” he mumbled, and you expressed your agreement by a happy hum and a nod, bringing your attention to your eldest friend.

“Are you sure you’re awake enough to drive?” you enquired on the current situation and Sangyeon looks at you through the inner rear-view mirror, eyes forming two crescent moons as he smiled.

“I just jumped in the water, I’m nothing but awake,” he clapped in his hands to motivate himself and started the engine, your best friend’s car already gone.

Jacob rested his head against the headrest and closed his eyes, his head rolling to the side each time Sangyeon took a turn. You settled yourself on the window and let the vibrations of the car lull you to sleep, the small talk that Sangyeon and Juyeon were having in the front seats acted like a background noise, which helped you dozing off.

However, when the car pulled up in front of your house, they didn’t expect you to have your head resting against Jacob’s shoulder, his hand on your knee. The two men smiled at each other before Sangyeon got out of the vehicle, drawing the door open. As he was about to carry you to your doorstep, Jacob’s arm was quick to wrap itself around your waist, keeping you close to him.

You woke up confused, blinking a few times as you saw the striker standing next to you with a wide smile on his face. He removed a limb around your body, and you felt someone groan under your right shoulder, noticing in dread that you snuggled up to Jacob for some warmth in your sleep.

“You gotta go before the beast wakes up,” Sangyeon joked and winked as he helped you get out of the car, closing the door behind you. It opened again a few seconds later, Jacob looking just as confused as you were.

“Come on, lovebirds, we don’t have the night.”

“Lovebirds?” Jacob and you asked in unison, the basketball player rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. He jumped out of the van and gestured to Sangyeon to get back in.

“You can go, I live just around the corner,” he drowsily said as he vaguely gestured behind him.

“You sure? Your house is on my way back home, I can drop you off,” Sangyeon suggested but he refused, offering a handshake to the striker before letting him go.

Being more awake now, you waved at your friends driving away before turning to your crush, who looked even more adorable as he was super sleepy and just woke up.

���Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You look really tired,” you asked, voice still laced with sleep yet sounding caring, which made Jacob’s heartbeat fasten. He nodded and weakly smiled, taking a step closer to you. His attitude was a bolt from the blue as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“You felt so warm during the ride, it’s almost like I could get used to this,” he tiredly said with a smile, gently pulling away to stare at you, his fingers leaving your back to come and slide a wild piece of hair behind your ear. Your whole body stiffened at his words as he stared at you in the eyes, noticing a small, washed-out smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit... late to start something with someone? I mean, we have finals and then y-you’re le-leaving for South Korea and-” you started stammering as his thumb gently stroked your cheek, loving watching you lose your composure at his display of affection.

“It’s never too late when you love someone,” he whispered, feeling his warm breath tickling your lips in such a delicious manner that you have to resist the urge to move forward and press your lips against his.

His words punched the air out of your lungs, leaving you breathless as he kissed your cheek, mouth slowly moving to the side until it reached your lips. The kiss was soft yet a bit on the rougher side as if he wanted you to understand every feeling he had for you. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you kissed him harder, deeper, his hands on your lower back pulling you flush against him.

You had dreamt, wondered about what it was like kissing Jacob, but it never felt as good as you were experiencing it now. Fireworks and butterflies were erupting in your stomach, leaving you dizzy with love and passion as one of his hands came and cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the skin.

Once you pulled away for oxygen, you held onto his shoulders for your dear life and he chuckled, his mouth slowly travelling down to your neck.

“I-I think my… my- oh my god, my parents will worry,” you gently pushed him away and he stared at you with a smile before diving in to capture your lips in another soft kiss.

“I'm only letting you go if you're free tomorrow. Let's put that off to tomorrow, shall we?” he asked, and your eyes widened at his suggestion.

“We can go back to the lake if you want, but only if we’re alone,” he said, his hand caressing your cheek while the other was busy stroking your upper back up and down.

“I want to enjoy this with you and you only,” he added, mumbling against your mouth and this time, you’re the one pulling him for a kiss.

“Come and pick me up at 10, then,” you said as you pulled away.

“I’ll be there, I promise,” he answered and started walking towards your house, closing the front gate behind you, waving at him with a smile.

He sent you a flying kiss with a smile and you waved at him one last time before closing the main door of your house behind you, both sighing with a huge smile and warmth painted on your faces.

You peeled the clothes off your skin and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower, shaking your head left to right while chuckling as you recalled what just happened in your last month of high school.

Nothing was making sense, you didn’t know how you got there, but you were happy.

And that’s what mattered the most.

[morganaspendragonss]

For Tarlos because I love one of them protecting the other:

94) “Get under the bed and don’t make a sound okay?” “But they’ll get you.” “Just get under the bed and no matter what you hear or what you see just stay completely quiet and completely still. Do that for me, alright?”

thank you so much for this prompt, karen, i’m so sorry that it took so long to write! i hope you enjoy it!

@911lonestarangstweek day 6: Off the job injury + “You’ve got to be more careful.”

ao3 | 1.3k | tw mentions of gun violence and home invasion

“Get under the bed and don’t make a sound, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

“But they’ll get you.”

“Just get under the bed and, no matter what you hear or what you see, just stay completely quiet and completely still. Do that for me, alright?”

“No, wait, Carlos -”

*

It’s been a week since their home was broken into. 

TK has spent that entire time going over the events of that night in his head, trying to work out what he could have done better. He knows it’s a stupid thing to be doing - he’s sure his therapist will have a field day with it when all this is cover - but he’s going stir crazy stuck in this room all day, waiting for a sign that his world isn’t about to collapse around him.

It’s all just so, so wrong. Carlos is the steady one, the one who doesn’t take unnecessary risks, who doesn’t end up in a hospital bed ten times a month. Yet, here they are, the heart monitor the only indication that he’s not yet gone.

TK squeezes Carlos’s hand again, praying that, this time, he’ll get one in return. But it doesn’t come, and TK still hasn’t learned to deal with the grief and disappointment he feels in that moment. 

It’s his fault, he knows this. He should have held on tighter when Carlos snuck out of their room to see what was going on. He should have followed him, should have taken the bullet that might still end Carlos’s life. He should be the one lying in the hospital bed; he’s been shot before, after all, and what’s one more scar to add to the list?

Tears build in his eyes and TK does his best to blink them back, not willing to let go of Carlos to wipe them away. He’d thought he’d have run out by now; indeed, the first couple of days, he had been completely numb once the initial sobbing was over, just staring down at the love of his life and stupidly thinking about how they were going to miss their dinner reservation the next night.

How trivial all that seems now. TK’s not even sure a world exists outside this room anymore.

He clears his throat and leans forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the bed. “Hey, babe,” he whispers, kissing the back of Carlos’s limp hand. “So, it’s been a week, and I’m wondering if maybe you could think about waking up for me? Seven days is long enough to sleep, right? I just wanna see your eyes again, you know how much I love them.”

TK sighs, scanning Carlos’s face for non-existent movement. He swallows back the lump in his throat and sniffs loudly, shaking his head. “I’m really angry at you, you know?” he says, a little louder now. “I’m fucking furious. I’m sure you’d have a few choice words to say about hypocrisy and my own hospital stays if you were awake, but the point is that you aren’t, Carlos. You aren’t, and I’m so mad at you for doing this to me.” A small, almost hysterical, laugh rips out of him. “Isn’t that selfish? You’re the one in a coma, and I’m still thinking about myself. Not that there’s anything ground-breaking about that; I guess I��ve always been the selfish one in this relationship.

“I know you like to protect people, babe, but you’ve got to be more careful. And, yeah, I’m one to talk, yadda, yadda - but, seriously, Carlos, you weren’t even armed. You should have stayed with me - I told you to stay with me. You don’t know, maybe they wouldn’t have bothered us in the bedroom. You didn’t need to get shot, and I’m angry at you and at me and at the people who broke into our home because I can’t lose you.”

He heaves a sob, closing his eyes and folding in on himself, keeping Carlos’s hands in a death grip. He can’t - he won’t - lose him. 

“You better open those eyes soon,” he chokes out, “because I’ll never forgive you if you leave. Never, you hear me? Please wake up, Carlos.”

*

It takes three more days.

TK is bent over the bed, head resting next to Carlos’s on the pillow as he desperately fights off sleep, when there’s a flicker. It’s brief, barely there at all, and TK would have missed it had it not been for the laser focus he’s had on Carlos ever since the incident.

But Carlos’s face twitches, TK is sure of it, and he shoots up instantly, heart in his mouth.

“Carlos?” he whispers, hardly daring to breathe.

There’s no movement for another agonising few seconds, then, all of a sudden, Carlos jerks, eyes flying open. He gasps, wildly looking around the room until his gaze lands on TK, who is still frozen in shock. 

They just stare at each other for a while, TK drinking in the sight before him as he tries to get his brain to catch up on what just happened. He’s been hoping for this moment for well over a week, but he can hardly believe it now.

Then, “TK?” Carlos says, voice weak and confused, and TK snaps out of his fog.

He only barely manages to stop himself from falling on Carlos, instead taking his face in his hands and pressing kiss after kiss on every available inch of skin. He doesn’t even realise he’s crying until Carlos has a hand on his chest, gently pushing him away.

“TK,” he repeats, stronger this time. “You’re scaring me, what’s going on?”

TK slumps back into the seat next to the bed, pushing the heels of his hands into his eyes to stem the flow of tears. Stars dance in his vision when he looks back to Carlos, but he blinks them away impatiently, not wanting to let his fiancé out of his sight again.

“Do you remember the night of the break-in?”

Carlos tilts his head in a so-so motion. “Some of it,” he says. “I remember hearing the noises, telling you to hide, leaving the bedroom. Nothing after that.”

TK nods, sighing through his nose. “They shot you,” he says quietly. “You’ve been asleep for over a week. I thought… I was told that you…” He closes his eyes, shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter. You’re awake now, and that’s all that counts.”

Carlos is silent for a long time, and TK is startled to see tears on his cheeks when he opens his eyes again. He stands, hands flitting anxiously over his body. “Are you okay?” he demands. “Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor - fuck I should have already done that, hang on.”

He reaches for the call button, but he’s stopped by Carlos’s hand wrapped around his wrist, grip surprisingly strong. “Look at me, Ty,” Carlos asks gently. When TK does, he smiles sadly. “I’m sorry. I -”

“No.” TK pulls out of his grip, running a hand through his hair. “No, you don’t apologise. You don’t get to apologise, not when you almost died. This isn’t… No. No.”

He grits his teeth against the sudden wave of emotion, swiping his hands furiously under his eyes. He won’t cry again; he has to be strong now. He has to be the steady one, for once, and he’ll be damned if he lets Carlos down again.

“If you’d let me finish,” Carlos says after a while, “I was going to say that I know how it feels to see someone you love like this. I know how painful it is. And, though I know it wasn’t my fault - or yours, I know you’ve been blaming yourself - I am sorry. I hate that you had to go through this.”

TK wants to argue, but he doesn’t have any more words left in him. Tears slide down his cheeks as he keeps shaking his head, finding himself unable to stop. 

“I’m sorry,” he sobs. “I’m so sorry, Carlos. I was so scared that I would lose you; you’ve got to promise me something.”

Carlos frowns. “Anything.”

“Promise me that you’ll be more careful?”

There’s a beat, then, “Of course, but don’t you think that’s a little rich coming from you?”

And, for the first time in over a week, TK laughs.

[godlessfm]

⤿  ––––  op,  well,  hello  !  i’m  neptune  and  it’s  been  a  lil  bit  since  i  last  REALLY  rped. pls  be  gentle.  it’s  like  learning  to  walk  again. anyways,  since  my  intro  posts  are  always  miles  long,  i’m  gonna  try  and  keep  dis  as  short  as  possible  (  spoiler  alert:  it  was  not  short  ).  also.  there’s  300+  typos  in  this  and  i’m  so  sorry  if  none  of  it  makes  sense.  u  got  questions  about  any  of  this,  i  can  answer  it  the  best  i  can.

( harry styles , demiboy , he/they , twenty-six ) omg ! i was walking yonge street downtown , and you’ll never guess who i saw . west holiday ! i just saw a post about them on sixsecrets ! i think it said something like “ heart-breaking, heartthrob west holiday’s series of drunk tweets about his recent sex-capades now have their own twitter account ” . isn’t that wild ? i guess it makes sense though , since they’re apparently abrasive and shameless . but i’ve heard they’re also  indomitable and debonair ! i’ll just stick to giving them the benefit of the doubt . i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous singer/songwriter ! you know , i’ve actually heard rumors that ( redacted ) , but they’re just rumors … i think . i dunno . if you happen to run into them , tell them i’m their biggest fan !  (  the  1975  career  claim  )

so,  first  and  foremost.  fuck  this  kid.  i  hate  this  guy  and  i’m  sure  you  will  too.  not  because  i  think  he’s  fleshed  out  bad  or  anything,  he’s  just  the  #Worst. i’m  just  gonna  go  straight  onto  bullet  points  bc  this  will  actually  take  years  if  i  rant  on  about  this  boy. 

to  start  of,  he  didn’t  really  grow  up  great.  like  ya  he  was  mad  rich,  but  his  two  moms  cannot  stand  each  other.  they  were  constantly  yelling  at  each  other  and  throwing  things  but  hey.  west  just  kind  of  *wipes  tears  w  hundos*  so  he  didn’t  think  it  was  that  rough

he  grew  up  mainly  in  cheshire,  england,  there  for  he  has  a  pretty  heavy,  thick accent  that  comes  across  in  his  music.  i mean.... his  career  claim  is  the 1975  so you  know  that  i  mean

uh  he  has  lil,  baby  sister,  anabelle .  she’s  v  small  so  sadly  no  wc.  but  she  is  his  whole  world  and  if  you  saw  them  together  u  would  think  west  has  nice  twin  brother.  he  doesn’t  but.  if  he  did.... west  is  the  evil  twin.

though  they  always  fought  they  stayed  together  for  some  dumb  reason,  that  dumb  reason  that  they’re  lil  boy  got  MAD  RICH.  he  started  of  making  some  cash  by  playing  out  on  busy  foot  traffic  areas  and  having  a  guitar  case  wide  open .  and  people  would  just  toss  money  in  there  and  once  he  saw  a  career  in  this  he  straight  up  just  dropped  out  of  high  school  and  pursued  music.  basically,  what  i’m  saying  is,  he’s  dumb.  big  dumb.

besides  being  the  biggest  dummy  he’s  really  super  talented  i  swear.  the  only  problem  is  that’s  his  ONLY  redeeming  quality. im  not  even  being  dramatic.  that’s it. that’s  the  only  good  thing  about  him.  like  yeah,  he’s  charming  and  he’s  strong  or  whatever  but  do u  think  he  uses  that  for  good ??? NO. 

he’s  quite  literally  the  guy  you  have  in  your  phone  as  ‘DNR’  bc  if  u  do  he’s  gonna  try  and  charm  you  into  coming  over  just  so  he  can  hook  up  with  you  and  get  you  an  uber  when  y’all  are  done.  he  won’t  even  cuddle  u  wtf  bro.

TRUE LIFE: I’m A Disaster Bi

if  y’all  wanted  to  know  he  is  covered  in  tattoos  just  like  harry,  and  he’s  short - haired  harry.  even  tho  as  my  fren  put  it:  all  harry  lives  matter.  watch  me  making  west  grow  it  out  bc  long - haired  harry  is  my  personal fave.  we’ll  see  how  long  it  takes  for  me  to  cave. place ur Bets

uh . so  about  that  headline ... am  i  right  Laid  Ease.  uh,  so  basically,  he  recent  made  like  74  tweets  about  the  guys,  gals  n  enby  pals  that  had  recently  been  in  his  bed  bc  all  he  does  is  eat,  play  music  and  sleep  w  anything  that  breaths. im so  sorry  for  that  but  chances  are  .  if  you  let  him,  he  will  get  u  into  his  bed.  or  try  his  best .

pls  dont  be  offended  if  y’all  have  slept  together / met  and  he  doesn’t  remember  you  name .  chances  are  he  will  call  you  bro,  dude,  babe,  etc  until  he  remembers  your  name  or  you  remind  him

west  has  this  rly  weird  habit,  it’s  kind  of  funny.  HE WILL TRY  AND  SHOVE  HIMSELF  INTO  YOUR  DRAMA  BC  HE  IS  BORED.  like  sure. he  means  well  ........ Well. no  he  doesn’t.  he’s  a  little  shit  and  is  so  proud  of  it

pls  hate  him.  im  beggin  u  he  thrives  of  being  hated,  he  rly  does  like  he’s  got  fans  that  love  him  and  see  the  him  that  stops  to  take  pictures/calls  you  honey/loves  his  fans.  but  he’s  like..... simply  put ?? A  Dick.

u h.  so  since  he’s  horrible  he’s  never. EVER. been  in  love.  any  relationship  he’s  ever  been  in  is  100%  fake  and  means  nothing  to  him.  it’s  all  for  pr  and  he  knows  it’ll  get  his  ratings  up  so  like. 

i  truly  cannot  think  of  anything  else  so  like....... uh . pls  plot  with  me.  i’ll  make  him  a  pinterest  in  a  lil  bit.  but  until  then,  this  is  all  i’ve  got.  he’s  still  a  total  work  in  progress  but  u  kno . 

okay  !  so  !  that  was  a  giant  mess.  but,  i do  have  a  quick  little  list  of  wcs  before  i  actually  work  up  a  whole  wc  page  !

001.  100%  smash  on  a  game  of  smash  or  pass:  uh . so lets  say  west  played  a  game  of  smash  or  pass  on  a  talk  show  and  they  asked  him  who  is  his  number  one  smash.  das  where  ur  muse  comes  in .  ur  muse  is  his  number  one  smash.  ALWAYS. 

002.  most  recent  public  relationship:  so  west  and  ur  muse  were  probably  spotted  out  somewhere  and  his  pr  team  was  like.  wow  ur  album  is  blowin  up  keep  asking  this  person  to  hang  out  with  and  plead  the  fifth  if  they  ask  if  y’all  are  together.  ur  muse  can  choose  whether  they  were  together  or  not.  but  at  this  point  they’re  definitely  NOT  together,  but  they  could’ve  stayed  friends  or  not.  we  luv  enemies. 

003.  dead to me:  would  absolutely  kill  for  this  plot. bc i  LOVE  enemy  plots .  but  basically  west  and  ur  muse  dated,  you  know,  for  pr.  he  didn’t  love  them  no way jose.  but  it  ended  REALLY  badly  and  ur  muse  absolutely  despises  him... rightfully  so.  but  basically  we  can  totally  work  on  this  but  i’m  sure  they  get  into  twitter  feuds.  their  breakup  was  v messie  GIVE  IT  TO  ME. 

004.  i  need  just  one  person  to  not  hate  his  man........  just  give  him  one  single friend.  it’s  all  he’s  allowed  i  swear. 

[hecohansen31]

A Dinasty Of Three: (Sugar Daddy! Duncan+Sugar Mommy! Fallon Carrington+Sugar Baby! Reader)

A/N: Hello there guys, 

A little time ago I published a little thing talking about how cool would it be for Fallong Carrington and Duncan Shepherd to meet (since thye are my favorite rich people, love all those dolars…) (I am being sarcastic obviously) (but also, I am poor… so…). And a few people seemed interested into this so I decided to try out the headcanon format for this, let me know as always what you think, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated!

Even negative one, just remember to be nice!

Also I sadly might have ignored a bit the “sugar daddy/mommy” part so I am a bit sorry, but the story took this kind of road, so… sorry…

I still hope that you will enjoy it!

(also I have arrived only on the first season of “Dinasty”, so please mind that, and avoid spoilers, because I had to check a thing and I got spoiled… ver sad story…).

Let me know if you thought this was cute and you want more about this universe (BECAUSE I HAVE IDEAS!).

Just going to tag @multi-fandom-slut (hope you will like it!)

SUMMARY: Being Duncan’s baby girl was already difficult, but what happens when a third party enters the relationship… and when that third party is Fallon Freaking Carrington?

WORDS: 1,8 K.

WARNINGS: Poly-Relationship, DD/LG themes (MM/LG, also), mentions of sex and oral sex.

·        You might be Duncan’s Sugar Baby, but you still work for him, mostly when he is off to any kind of long journey, and you are feeling lonely and you know… shopping and the rich life can get so annoying. (no, I don’t because I am poor, but…).

·         And you end up having to work with Fallon Carrington.

·         Which is not a good thing for you, at least, since you actually know Fallon.

·         She was your high school’s bully and the first girl you ever crushed on, hard.

·         So, you don’t have an exact happy memory of her, and this prompt you to be a “bit” cold to her (you don’t talk with her unless it’s necessary).

·         ”I am starting to think that you don’t like me” “Actually I don’t like you, so you are right”.

·         And Fallon just can’t understand why you are being so cold towards her.

·         Till her brother makes her realize that maybe it was because she had been a bitch to you in high school.

·         And from then on, she starts apologizing to you.

·         At first you try to keep up the cold persona, feeling that she is not being sincere, but influenced by the fact that you still harbor a crush on her and the fact that she seems extremely into you and your work…

·         You end up actually enjoying your work together, even going out, sometimes.

·         Duncan is happy to hear that you got a “friend”, but then you share also the fact that you are getting again feelings for Fallon.

·         Duncan is very open-minded about your relationship, mostly because Fallon wouldn’t be the first girl you two shared and suggest to you to host a dinner with Fallon, so he can get to know her better and think about a possible three-way relationship.

·         Fallon is very nervous, but she and Duncan immediately get along, talking about business things and discussing the Republican way…

·         You just drink and are happy in the backhground, smiling shyly every time one of the duo catches you looking at them, clearly overwhelmed by the beauty and elegance that they spread in the dining room.

·         You finish the dessert and technically there would be no reason for Fallon to stay and  Duncan starts to kiss you in the way that means business, straight up in front of her.

·         And whereas you are very picky with public display of affection, you understand that this is Duncan’s test to Fallon to see if she can handle you both.

·         She does.

·         She follows you both into the bedroom, mumbling something about “needing to stop all the sexual tension going on in the room”, locking discreetly the door, meanwhile Duncan already rips off the pink Valentino dress you wore that night, meanwhile Fallon takes the hint and sheds ungracefully her Louboutin heels, before crawling on top of the plush bed.

·         And here Duncan just takes a step back, leaning against the headboard, with his arms crossed above his head, and let you two enjoy yourself.

·         Fallon is nervous AF; she might be a bad bitch and a very tech savvy babe, who knows how to destroy your career and arrange perfectly your engagement party, but she is clueless to what to do with a girl (a very pretty girl also).

·         “You have never experienced in college?” “Private catholic school, sadly”.

·         Her uneasiness is eased by a few gentle kisses, before you undress her gently, always asking for confirmation and taking just this once the lead in, making her feel any kind of pleasure, both from simply holding another body close to what it feels like to have an expert tongue between our own legs.

·         She becomes addicted to the feeling and soon you will find yourself to have to work more on her body than anything related by a possible agreement between the Morell Corp and Shepherd Freedom Foundation.

·         Duncan pumps himself gently, clearly impressed by the show and only dares to interrupt it to bring you an own dose of pleasure, his tongue flickering alongside your entrance to make sure that you are wet enough for him, before taking you, a show of power for Fallon, who is coming off her high only right in that moment, watching him between relaxed and lazy lashes, before bringing him into a kiss and then moving to kiss you, tasting both you and herself.

·         And the taste is addicting, enough to make her search more, meanwhile Duncan thrusts into you.

·         He is extremely taken aback by Fallon taking the lead.

·         But he is pleased.

·         They sometimes fight like two idiots for who gets to take the lead, till they hear your moans because you started touching yourself meanwhile they thought about what is the best for you (more like who is bets for you) and they decide to team up to punish you.

·         Which is a very bad thing.

·         Because Fallon might be new in this whole thing, but she knows exactly how to edge you and then leave you there and whereas Duncan loves the good old idea of spanking you to mark you up…

·         Fallon is more subtle, bringing you almost over and then pushing you back and sometimes not letting you cum.

·         “Baby, you just pushed two fingers into mommy’s little treasure chest, and that is against the rule” with a very soft tone that she uses only with “mommy’s favorite baby”.

·         Honestly, she is a bit scared to go rough on you.

·         She knows that Duncan does it with no problem (you have been together for two years before Fallon so that man knows you inside and out).

·         But she is afraid that she will hurt you again and it will make you run away.

·         Because other than the amazing sex… you are two amazing partners.

·         You are very nice and soft, the kind of thing she needs after her work gets too much, or if she had a bad day.

·         You just run to her, hug-attacking her and she might roll her eyes and say that you are childish but she cherishes those time when she gets to hold you and feels a little bit loved.

·         She loves the fact that Duncan is actually very attentive at whatever she has to say (work or not work related) and has an extremely high consideration of her, no matter if she makes a mistake (he has supported and helped through so many, never running away).

·         Still it takes her a lot of time to get used to the fact that maybe you are not just fuck-buddies, that it is not you and Duncan anymore, but she is also there.

·         For you and Duncan it’s quicker: you took one look at each other’s happy faces and decided that you wanted Fallon in your lives, no matter how much she tried to push you both away (which she did, LIKE A LOT).

·         You would have stuck around.

·         She understands it all when after once again Alexis disappointed her, and she comes home to them smiling and laughing sweetly but as soon as they take in her tears (FALLON CARRINGTON DOESN’T CRY!) they go in immediate “console-Fallon-mode” being extremely patient with her and giving her all the time she needs.

·         From them on Fallon is much more secure, mostly she is less jealous of you both, understanding that you are in a team, you are in this together.  (*with Troy Bolton’s voice” “WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER”).

·         You get talked shit by journals.

·         Fallon will have their head.

·         Duncan has had a stressful day, cue to you making him relax, meanwhile Fallon talks with those “imbeciles” of his workers.

·         You are spoiled rotten, and not with just affection.

·         You have them around your little finger two of the richest people the world ever met, and they literally adore you.

·         (also you are not with them for their money, with Duncan it might have started like that but then you ended up falling… HARD… for him).

·         (Fallon honestly is a bit insecure about this at first, but then she understands that you are not going to leave her if she becomes suddenly homeless… also she is pretty sure that you are almost as rich as her…).

·         (Still you joke a lot about it “Duncan I am with you for a reason and we all know what it is” Fallon: “Sadly not your dick”).

·         Mostly they love taking you to shopping trips.

·         Fallon likes them mostly because of “changing room sex”.

·         You were a bit ashamed by the idea, scared they might catch you (usually Duncan is not allowed to follow you to the changing room, but the shopping assistants were all too happy to accompany Fallon Freaking Carrington into your changing room).

·         But then Fallon slipped her hand in your panties… and you were gone.

·         You obviously reenact the entire thing for a very jealous Duncan.

·         Also, once Fallon bought a strap-on and you were absolutely into it…

·         … Duncan was less excited…

·         (he is going to kill me, but he low key enjoyed it).

·         Duncan doesn’t give a damn about what Annette think of him dating two (beautiful and talented) women not when at the end of the day they treat him like a king and make him feel so love that he once cried after a particular sweet night, spent together, laughing at old photos.

·         (it’s also there that he realizes he wants children with you two) (Fallon is  not too convinced about it, because she is young … and you are young and also… she doesn’t want to turn as Alexis).

·         (You reassure her that she won’t).

·         (Also, when it happens, she actually can’t help but caress your swollen stomach each time she can, and she gets to hold the baby immediately and she swear that no matter what she will protect the babe with all heart).

·         Blake is more worried about how this might affect the family, but Fallon tells him that she doesn’t need his blessing because she has already all the blessing that mattered: hers.

·         Krystal is very happy (and you and Krystal get along very well, always chatting about how much your respective husband and boyfriend are two idiots, with much love).

·         Steve is absolutely in love with you and Duncan, she can see that you are both a very good influence on her

·         Sammy Jo is honesty the one you get along more and is the one who drags you into any kind of crazy experience (Duncan and Fallon sometimes are not happy about it, but also, they love your champagne inebriated laugh).

·         Anders really likes chatting with Duncan, also he is forever starstruck by the fact that you can get both Duncan and Fallon to do anything you want, and at first you thought that you were nothing but a gold digger, but now he is just impressed by the way you can just caress Duncan’s hair and kiss Fallon’s ear and get them to actually be nice.

·         Alexis discovers it into some gossip magazine.

·         Blake in the end comes around it.

·         “I mean it is better to have Duncan Shepherd in your family than against you”-

·         And you are very glad you are in each other’s life.

Guys as always any feedback is welcome! 

Negative or positive, just to understand if what I am doing is right or wrong!

Thank you to anyone who will do it (*gets Duncan’s wallet* I will give you five dollars!).

Hope you enjoyed it!

-Heco Hansen.

[honeypiehotchner]

the right someone -- part four

Words: 2,626 (why is this one so short??? Sorry babes!!)

Summary: LOL DRAMA

Warnings: angst...I promise I’ll fix it

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"What is up Atlanta! Have you guys been havin' a good time?" Screams follow Richard's exclamation as Rob works to get his mic stand back to his height. "Alright, well we've got more fun for you today. But first, there's some rules and regulations."

The fans cheer as the impromptu convention song, "Rules and Regulations," begins to play. Rob glances down to the front row briefly, but regrets doing so the moment he does. He only sees Kassie and Samantha, and your purse isn't even in the empty seat. Looks like you're not coming today.

Rob tries not to be disappointed, and changes his attitude rather quickly, turning toward Rich and smiling brightly as the song continues.

Richard notices the small bump in Rob's mood but doesn't mention it. He decides to leave it alone for now, and possibly for the whole day. They've got a lot going on today and Richard doesn't want to upset Rob even more by asking about you.

+++

Back at home, you're grumbling under your breath with your phone up to your ear. You had gotten up this morning and planned to go with Kassie and Samantha, but you ended up getting called into work. One of the theatre companies you work for needed a sketch for a poster today, like the assholes they are, and the head coordinator of the company decided to call you to discuss designs.

You reluctantly picked up the phone, having to apologize to Kassie and Samantha about not being able to go. Thankfully they said they would say hi to Rob for you, and explain everything.

You're hoping to have this stupid sketch done by around noon or so, so then you can drive your car over to the convention. You're still wearing your wristband and everything, so you can get in, it's just a matter of getting away from work.

"Alright, so you want the outline, with the lettering in the middle and--"

"Yes, but--"

You pause and sigh, switching the call to speaker-phone and setting it on the table in front of your sketchbook. You then listen to the long, drawn out explanation of how they want the drawing to look for the billionth time this morning.

You really need coffee if you're going to have to deal with this all day.

After the five-minute-long explanation ends, you can breathe without wanting to growl.

"Okay, I will sketch these up and scan them over to you in a couple hours."

The conversation ends shortly after that, and you resist the urge to throw your phone at the wall.

You grab your eraser and redo the letter you just drew, this time doing it much lighter. Your anger got the best of you a second ago and the letter turned out much darker than the rest.

Your phone buzzes.

>Kas: Rob really misses you :(

You smile sadly, texting her back.

>Have you been able to get ahold of him?? I don't want him to think I didn't want to come ugh

You place your phone down, nervously tapping your pencil against your sketchbook as you wait for an answer. A second later, an answer comes.

>Kas: Not yet. In J2's panel at the moment. R2 just left the stage but they'll be back at the end. Maybe then.

Again, you sigh sadly. You wish you could be there.

>Okay...well I've got sketches to finish so let me get back to that. I'll text you if I can make it later. Maybe we can meet for a late lunch??

>Kas: Hopefully! Gotta go, Jensen just told me to get off my phone lmao

>Lmaooo. What did you tell him?

>Kas: I said "fine, mom." Actually got a laugh outta him. Score.

You laugh quietly, deciding to put your phone down after that. You get up and head to the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee before heading back to your sketches.

It's going to be a long day.

+++

Two hours later, you've finally finished your sketches. You scan them and send them over to the theatre company, not bothering to wait for a reply.

After the last one sends, you grab your car keys and bolt out the door. You've got two hours before the Richard and Rob photo op -- that Kassie just informed you about half an hour ago -- so you're going to meet Kassie and Samantha for lunch somewhere.

After figuring out where you're meeting for lunch, you get on the interstate and speed for downtown like a woman on a mission. Which really, you are.

Thirty minutes later you're sitting with Kassie and Samantha at Taco Mac, trying to decide what to have for lunch. The three of you are too jittery to eat, but you know you need to.

"Oh, and sis, we never could find Rob earlier," Kassie says sadly.

"We tried looking around backstage, but no one was there. We didn't try the green room because we figured we might get in trouble if we tried walking back there by ourselves," Samantha chuckles lightly.

After you guys order your food and drinks, the conversation continues.

"I hope he doesn't let it upset him too much," You sigh, propping your head up with your hand. "I actually hate work. Today, of all days."

"Well, even if it did, we're gonna be last in line for photos," Samantha says triumphantly, grinning.

You furrow your eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because," She breathes, grinning like a mad woman.

+++

"Robbie! Ready for photo ops?"

Rob glances up from his phone where he was checking his Twitter. Nothing from you. And mostly fans wondering where you are. It did nothing except make him sad, but he can't be sad right now.

"Yeah, I'm ready," He smiles, standing up from the couch.

Richard looks at him warily for a minute but moves on from it.

The two walk side by side toward the photo op area, and it's then that Richard throws an arm over Rob's shoulders.

"I'm sure she'll show up," Richard wants to say, but he stays quiet.

Richard and Rob get through all of the photo ops without any mishaps.

Rob tries not to let his mood drop too much as he sees the last people in line. He sees Kassie and Samantha, but he doesn't see you. But he tries not to be sad. He should have expected it, he guesses.

As Kassie and Samantha make their way over to Rob and Richard, they try not to give everything away. Samantha can't help but grin like an idiot when she and Samantha stay by Richard.

Rob looks confused, especially when Richard, Kassie, and Samantha are telling him to turn around.

Meanwhile, you're standing behind Rob with a grin on your face.

Rob turns around after a few moments of telling him to, and when he sees you, his face splits into a huge grin.

"Heard you missed me," You smile cheekily, stepping closer.

Rob nods, "Guilty."

He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You go with it, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Right as the camera clicks, Rob presses a kiss to your forehead.

After that photo is taken, the five of you take a couple more serious and silly ones, just for fun.

Rich and Rob still have about half an hour before their panel, so the five of you decide to head back to the green room and hang out.

Richard swings his arm around Samantha's shoulders, leaning over to whisper in her ear -- but he can't whisper, so you all heard what he said.

"I'd be careful. The angel missed you."

Samantha goes red, nodding. Her and Misha had become good friends since yesterday, actually. You aren't sure how, but they've somehow developed this brother-sister bond in the span of a day.

And true to Richard's word, the angel did miss Samantha.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Is the first thing we hear when we enter the green room.

Samantha jumps, turning to find Misha standing in front of her with his hands on his hips, looking playfully annoyed. She decides to go along with it and entertain him.

You and Rob break away from everyone and take the love seat on the far left side of the room. Thankfully no one makes a huge deal out of it, but Richard gives you both a knowing look before turning back to the group (Jensen, Jared, Misha, Felicia, etc.).

"So where were you this morning?" Rob asks after you've both settled into the couch.

"Work called me in. One of the companies I work for wanted sketches for an advertising poster and failed to tell me they needed them today," You grumble out, rolling your eyes. Rob chuckles a little at your annoyed face and tone. "But it's fine. The important thing is I got them done, and still had time to come here," You smile brightly.

He smiles back, unable to help it. "That is the definite upside."

A few minutes later, Rich and Rob's handler comes in to tell them they've got five minutes left, and that they probably should start walking now.

"I guess that's my cue," Rob smiles, sighing as he pats his hands on his legs before standing. "You'll be in the audience?"

You nod. "Front and center. Might even ask a question."

His eyes go wide for a second, but he doesn't have the opportunity to answer you because Rich grabs his arm and drags him away. Apparently, the band is already starting to play them on.

"So things are okay?"

You turn to see an expectant looking Felicia, Samantha, and Kassie, though the latter is who spoke a second ago.

You nod, smiling because you can't help it. "Things are good."

The four of you walk together to the conference room. You and your two friends sit back in your original seats while Felicia goes to stand on the side of the stage with some of the cast.

As you're settling into your seats, Rob and Rich run onstage, and screaming erupts from the crowd. It makes you jump because of how sudden it was, but then you start screaming along.

Rob's eyes immediately fall upon the front row where you're sitting. He grins and waves, but the moment only lasts a second before he's thanking the band and jumping into the panel.

You smile watching him onstage, wondering how in the world you got so caught up in this man in a matter of two days. It's crazy to think because a few weeks ago, you would've never done something like this. Your guard was so high, and then what happened? Rob happened, you guess. That's the only actual explanation.

You actually don't get up to ask a question in fear that Richard Speight would be the asshole that he is and drag you onstage. So you stay in your seat and let Samantha ask a question, which is one she asks everyone at any convention she goes to: what socks are you wearing?

Rob looks utterly confused when he hears her ask that, and it makes you laugh loudly when he looks to you for help. You shake your head, wanting him to answer anyway. You'll have to tell him it's an inside joke between the three of you later. Not today, though. His confusion is priceless.

The panel is crashed by Jared at one point, even though he has a flight to catch in about an hour or so to head back to Vancouver for filming. He came onstage to say his goodbyes and joke around with Rob and Rich before Jensen called to yell, "Dude! If you're not on the plane I'm telling them to leave you!"

Jared leaves after that, waving to everyone. Misha and Felicia are still standing side stage that you can see, but everyone else seems to have left to catch flights home.

It's then when the thought hits you again.

Rob's leaving after this panel. He might stick around for another hour or two, but he's leaving. This isn't the place he calls home. He's leaving.

You close your eyes and sigh, leaning back in your chair. You're so goddamn stupid. You knew he was leaving, so why did you let yourself come today? All it did was get you even more enthralled by him, and now you're attached. You're an idiot. A huge, straight-up idiot.

As soon as the panel ends, Rob has to go finish signing autographs from earlier, and as soon as you find this out, you know it's your escape.

"I'm gonna go," You say warily, knowing Samantha and Kassie will protest.

They do.

"What? Why? Aren't you gonna say bye to Rob?"

You shake your head. "I can't...I really-- Tell him I said bye, please? And that I'll miss him."

"I can give him your number," Samantha offers.

"Thanks," You smile, shaking your head. "But please don't."

Kassie smiles sadly. "You're running again."

"It's what I do best," You mumble, shrugging. You blink rapidly, fighting back the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. "I don't know why I thought I could--"

"It's okay," Kassie pulls you into a hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back. "You'll be okay. Go get some sleep."

"I feel like all I do is sleep," You laugh, stepping away from the hug and wiping under your eyes.

She shrugs. "You've been through a lot, so it's fine. You need the sleep."

You nod. "I'll see you guys at home."

"See you," They both wave, giving you big hugs before you nearly sprint toward the exit doors.

+++

The elevator doors are about to close when someone else steps in. Your heart drops, willing it to not be who you think, but it isn't. It's someone worse.

"So you're running away. Doing the great escape. Didn't plan it, did ya?"

"Rich, leave me alone," You mumble, leaning against the wall as the doors close. The elevator jerks gently as it begins going down to the first floor.

"You didn't even say bye," He sounds hurt.

"Didn't know I was obligated to," You respond quickly, wanting the elevator to go faster.

"You're not. Just think it's odd that you aren't."

"Well I'm an odd person, so," You shrug, cursing as the doors open on the third floor. It's a huge crowd of people, though, so of course they say they'll wait for the next one. Bastards.

"You're really gonna hurt Rob doing this," Rich starts as the doors close again.

"Look, I know you're his best friend, but I don't need you guilt tripping me right now," You raise both eyebrows, hoping to get your point across.

"Fine. I won't. But I just wanna know why you're not--"

"I barely know him, Rich! I barely know you!" I gesture wildly. "I barely know anyone at this convention and it's insane to me how people think Rob and I are supposed to be attached at the hip!"

"Because you have been, okay? You have been since the first moment you met and you're both too dumb to realize that you're in--"

"In what, Richard?" You nearly yell from the frustration. "I barely know him. He barely knows me. We're not in love. We're not dating. We're nothing but two people who happened to become friends at a convention." You pause as the elevator doors open on the first floor. You step out, turning to glare at him. "So I'm sorry you think I'm suddenly supposed to make out with him. I'm not." You pause, the doors starting to close. "Goodnight. Be sure to tell Rob how evil I am." I know you will.

~~~

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The unfaithful Wife ( Jimin/OC)

Chapter 9

I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by three trucks. My entire body ached , my throat felt dry and nausea hung heavily inside me, bile right at the back of my throat and I knew that I had less than five minutes to get myself to the bathroom, unless I wanted to vomit all over the bedsheets.

I wasn’t a complete idiot. 

Even thought it had been five years , the symptoms were painfully familiar and just as bad as they had been then. 

My body was no longer my own. I was in for the worst ride of my life. Misery crept up inside me in a huge wave.

“Baby?” Jimin’s voice made me look up and I knew, taking one look at his face that he didn’;t even guess.  And that somehow just made things completely worse.

“I have never hated you, as much as I do at this moment.” I said clearly and he flinched.

 “I’m so-”

“Don’t apologize, Park jimin! I swear to God, if you apologize, I’ll honestly kick you in the teeth! A sorry is when you accidentally knock someone’s coffee down or step on their damn foot! Sorry does not make up for the kind of things you put me thorugh!!! ” I shouted, tears stinging. 

He flinched again and reached out as though to touch me , but i recoiled.

“Get away from me. i have to-” 

I stepped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and emptying the contents of my stomach into the sink. 

“Are you okay?” He called through the wood and i clenched my fists. 

The urge to kill him was increasing by the second.

“Seokjin hyung is here....” He called out again, sounding very tentative and apologetic and I sighed. Splashing water on my face , I slowly washed away the remnants of make up and sweat and wiped my face down. 

i opened the door and smiled as i saw the familiar face. 

“Hi, Oppa...” I reached out to give him a hug and his arms went around me affectionately. I saw Jimin’s eyes dart to where his hands rested on my waist and I glared at him so firecely that he quickly looked away.

 Was there no end to this man’s irrational jealousy?!! 

"you still remember me" He grinned and i relaxed.

"Of Course. How have you been?" I smiled. Seokjin was Jimin's cousin, a top surgeon and a wonderful guy. He also owned one of the best hospitals in the country. I'd first met him at our wedding and then a couple times more at a few parties. He was one of the few people who had refused to make public statements about me whne the media had gone around interrogating all of mine and Jimin's acquaintances.

"I've not been eating right...The past few days have been a bit rough." I admitted.

"Yes, well certainly, that would explain a lot of things but the most pressing issue is that... you're pregnant." Seokjin grinned wide and happy.

Jimin went parchment pale next to me and i gave him a vindictive glare.

“Wh-What?” He muttered. 

“Pregant!” i hissed. “ You got me pregnant you arrogant son of a-”

“Language!!” Seokjin hissed glancing at the sleeping form of our son and I shut my eyes taking a deep breath. 

“I’m pregnant …”  I said shutting my eyes for a brief moment. When I opened my eyes, I caught Jimin desperately trying to rearrange his features to show guilt.

“Wait, are you smiling?” I said affronted.

“What!! No!! Minnie I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have…”

“Stop saying that…it’s obvious from your face that you’re not sorry at all about getting me pregnant.” I shrieked, grabbing an abandoned pillow and whacking him on the face.

“What..I mean…of course I’m sorry that you aren’t ready but…”

“But…?? Why is there a but…” I glared.

“But I’m happy that this time I’ll be around to see the baby grow.” He said quickly and I couldn’t even begin to understand his thinking. 

Sighing, I dropped my head into my arms. 

“Not a planned one? Well, no matter. You’re pretty healthy and with ample rest you should have no trouble carrying twins.” Seokjin perked and it was the second blow to my stomach.

 I went green.

My entire body went cold. My brain shut down completely and the next coherent thought just wouldn't form at all. It was like going underneath the ocean , the sound of rushing waves a faint echo while I struggled to draw in the next breath.

Jimin was spluttering next to me  

“Two…What the hell… you’re too small to have two kids in there…” He said in complete seriousness and I laughed in disbelief.

“that’s what’s bothering you?!!  “ i shouted and Seokjin wisely stepped out of the room. 

Jimin and I stared at each other for a second and the exhaustion in my body finally caught up. i moved to the bed and felt my anger deflating. I was just too tired of being angry at my husband. 

“I’m sorry.” Jimin said again and i sighed. 

“You do realize this still doesn’t change things between us. I’m still not sure if this will work out.” I said quietly and he sobered up.

“Of course. I’m so sorry, Minnie. It’s just that... when I see other men looking at you and wanting you... i feel like ... like I’m not good enough. That someday you’ll realize you can do so much better adn you’ll leave.  ” He whispered.

I gawked at him. 

“Does that make any sense?” I said furiously and he shrugged.

“You married me when you were eighteen, Min. I was sure that if you had , had a chance to meet a lot of men and date them, it might not have been me that you would have chosen to marry.”

“Oh, you idiot.” I said completely thrown by this humbling confession. What was wrong with men? ?Why did they have the most ridiculous thought processes.

“I’m being honest here. Don’t call me an idiot for the way I feel.” He said angrily. 

I sighed. 

“I’m not...i just... why do you have to be so unreasonable.” 

He settled down next to me and draped his arm over me.He still smelled like heaven. Still felt wonderful pressed up against me. The urge to lean in, to press into him and to just kiss him was overwhelming. 

Park Jimin was a jerk but apparently my body never got that memo.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were engaged to Mirae before me.” I said quietly and he grimaced.

“I never liked her. The night I first saw you, it was at her birthday party. You were wearing a nice lilac gown.” He traced my jaw with a finger and i sighed. 

I had a mild flashback to Mirae’s eighteenth birthday.

“I never saw you…” I said suddenly feeling a blush start up on my face as he kissed the edge of my mouth. 

. It was the bed. We were never used to talking on a bed. The bed had only ever meant one thing for me and Jimin.

“No, you didn’t. But I saw you and you took my breath away , sweetheart.” He whispered.

My face went redder and a silly little happiness bloomed inside me before I could tamp it down. God damn Jimin for knowing exactly what to say to make me forget why I shouldn’t be forgiving him. 

“I met your father later and it was just a coincidence that he happened to want to invest . I only ever met him to ask for your hand in marriage.” He smiled.

I grimaced. “ That’s so old fashioned.” I rolled my eyes.” You couldn’t come and talk to me first?”

“And look like a pedophile?? . I was twenty four and you were 18. That’s quite a gap.” He shrugged.

“You could have waited…” I pointed out, wrinkling my nose.

“And risk loosing you to someone else? No, I wanted you to be mine. Only mine. And I’m guilty of making sure that you had no way of escaping.”

I stared at him.

“Is that why you had such a hard time trusting me? Because you were always afraid of losing me?” I said suddenly , the cards falling into place with a rather rapid clarity.

Jimin looked away from me.

“it was stupid but, I …well all my friends they told me there was no way you would ever agree to be my wife. I mean, God knows I’m no looker… And well, I knew so many men, better looking rich men who would all have given their right limb to be with you. They told me as much. I was wary of not being good enough for you and…”

“Are you even listening to yourself… Jimin you’re gorgeous…what the hell is wrong with you?” I gaped at him.

Jimin hesitated.

“I’m not perfect. Will you forgive me?” He said softly and I sighed in defeat.

“To be perfectly honest I’m more miserable alone than I am with you. I’d rather have you by my side and be unhappy and leave you and cave in on myself. “ I whispered.

“I’ll never hurt you…I promise..” He said roughly and I shook my head.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

“Will you let me take care of you?” He whispered.” We don’t have to get married. We’ll leave Seoul.”

I stared at him.

“Leave Seoul..?”

“There’s a beach front villa in Jeju Do I’ve been working on. It’s completely isolated but fully fitted with all modern stuff. There’s hospital nearby and I’ve built a helipad anyway for emergencies. Why don’t we move there for the duration of your pregnancy?” He said very seriously.

It sounded like heaven but I bit my lips.

“Jimin…I can't just up and run away from the real world like that. I want my life here. .”

"Okay...Okay... We'll do it slow then. You need someone to take care of you...it's going to be hard being pregnant with Jin Soo to take care as well. ..." He begged.

I hesitated, still not sure. Sadly he was right.

“Trust works both ways, Minnie. I can tell you I’m sorry a million ways but it won’t work unless you trust me. You know I’d never hurt you intentionally…I never have… never will…” He said pleadingly and I nodded, not at all certain I was doing the right thing.

"I'll trust you. But if you hurt me again, it's really the end. And this isn't some sort of promise. I'm not committing to anything. " I said my voice trembling a bit.

The relief that flooded his face was oddly touching.

"Thank you babe, i love you so much."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A week later, I found myself alone as Jimin had been working overnight on a deal. 

I woke up feeling nauseous as usual. 

Groaning, I dragged myself off the bed, barely able to stay upright. The doorbell rang right at that moment and Jimin's annoyingly cheerful voice came through the home.

 How he could be cheerful,  after getting his estranged wife pregnant was just one of the mysteries of the universe i would never fathom.

"Good morning Sunshine!" He called out. He'd always been a morning person and I felt irritation well up. 

I'd done some research on carrying twins and apparently my mood swings and nausea could possibly double.

 Joy. 

I gripped the wall a couple of times, well aware that I was feeling too dizzy and really should be back on the bed before I crashed head first into the floor. But then Jin Soo's voice came from his room. 

He was up.

"Papa...Papa...it's Papa..." He whined piteously,  already clawing at the front door and I could hear Jimin laughing from the other side.

When I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of Jimin with bags of muffins, bagels and a huge bouquet of flowers. 

it was seven in the morning. Where did he even find flowers at this time of the day? 

The idiot.

 I opened my mouth to protest but was afraid I'd end up losing the contents of my stomach all over his thousand dollar shoes.

He took one look at me and went pale.

Stepping in he dropped everything in his arms on the floor and came straight for me.

"Babe, You look sick..."

He smelled like fresh baked bread and coffee and the faint lingering scent of fresh flowers. 

I went green.

I really couldn't stop myself, and ended up dashing for the bathroom at once, the attack on my olfactory senses making me vomit into the toilet bowl. My stomach cramped horribly, determined to expel any remnant of last night's dinner as well as bile. When it was over, I was sweating and Jimin was holding my hair away from my face. My vision blurred and I shook my head.

"Oh, God..." I choked out. I'd forgotten how bad morning sickness had been for me. Tears welled in my eyes and I let out a sob, remembering the absolute nightmare that my first pregnancy had been. I had no wish to go through it again at all. Now, thanks to my irresponsible husband , I was doomed to endure nine more months of hellish aches and soreness and sickness.

I wanted to kill Jimin. I really did.

I turned around to glare at him.

"I hate you." I said clearly and he went a few shades paler.

"I'm so sorry babe, I...I wish I could suffer for you... But..I can't.. Just tell me what I can do..." He begged. Sighing, I felt a little bad for my outburst. I gripped the edges of the counter and dragged my self up , ignoring Jimin's hand. I wouldn't make the mistake of relying on him completely again.

"I.. You'll have to take care of Jin Soo today... I need to get back to bed..." I said tiredly. Jimin nodded.

"Breakfast? For you?" He said worriedly and I shrugged.

"Even if I eat, I won't be able to keep it down. I'll get some after a while." I tried to take another step and my knees gave out. Jimin caught me just before I hit the floor.

"It's alright. Let me do this.." He said gently, pulling me up into his arms and carrying me to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed and tucked in the blankets.

"I'll make a quick run to the grocery store and get some fresh fruits . You should at least drink some juice." He said firmly. I could feel the exhaustion creeping in, weighing my eyelids down. I nodded vaguely and a second later fell asleep again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You're starting to show , I see." Seokjin said cheerfully, glancing through my ultrasound reports and blood work with a cheerful smile. I nodded, shifting around a bit on the seat. I was now 11 weeks along and already twice as big as I'd been with Jin Soo which made sense, considering there were two little ones in there. But this just meant I could no longer walk without being careful about knocking into stuff and the dull ache at the back of my spine was pretty much a constant.

I'd returned to work officially and Mrs. Min had even assigned two separate wedding events for me to cater to. One was for a fairly famous underground rapper called Min Yoongi and his partner, Jeon Jung Kook. Of course, same -sex marriages were still illegal in my country so it was more of a private ceremony with friends and family. A small crowd of less than 150. I'd already met the the slightly surly groom, Min Yoongi and his adorable fiance who literally radiated innocence and sunshine. The contrast had made me want to giggle on separate occasions earning glares from Yoongi. But i liked them and I looked forward to working with them.

"Yoongi told me you were helping out with his wedding . " Jin said with a smile and i startled.

"you know him?" I was surprised.

"We were in university together . Two years ahead of your husband. Kookie was in high school back then." He grinned.

"So Jimin knows them too?" I said pleasantly surprised.

"I'm pretty sure he knows them very well. He used to hang off Yoongi hyung's arm all the time when we were in college." Jin laughed fondly and I suddenly felt an unaccountable yearning to know all the little things about Jimin's childhood that he'd failed to share with me.

The door opened suddenly and as if summoned by my thoughts , Jimin toppled over the threshold. He'd finally gotten the deal done and had rejoined work the previous week. 

This meant that Jin Soo spent more time in the day care but I was planning on keeping myself occupied with work for a while.

 It would take my mind off the morning sickness and the perpetual weariness of being pregnant. 

Jin had told me that people just naturally had different kinds of pregnancies. Some ladies bloomed , had no morning sickness and glowed . Some of them, ended up crumbling in on themselves, losing weight and experiencing all the worst symptoms of Pregnancies.

I was just unfortunate enough to be one of the latter. 

"Am I late.. is it over??" He looked so excited Jin laughed out loud while I flushed.

"Jimin-ah... She's just getting a check up, not giving birth right now. Calm down."

"Still... I'd like to see my babies..." Jimin frowned, giving me a light hug and dropping a kiss over my head.

I sighed a bit, relaxing into his touch. The last two weeks had been a healing period of sorts for me. I still lived with Jimin and he spent almost all his time here, even moving in some of his office stuff so he could work from home. I didn't mind really, because honestly,  he gave me plenty of space.

"Well, I took a picture." I smiled and held out the little polaroid. Jimin studied it very carefully before nodding in satisfaction.

"Yup, a boy and girl and the girl looks like me..." He nodded happily and I gawked at him.

"How on earth are you seeing that in there?" Jin said in surprise .

"What? It's so obvious..." Jimin shrugged.

"Is he right?" I said stunned.

"Well, no one can possibly tell now. You're still in the early stages. But honestly, I suspected the same thing. " Jin looked flabbergasted. " But I've never had a parent accurately know the sex..." Jin looked completely baffled and Jimin waggled his eyebrows at me/

"Hear that babe? I'm a genius..."

I smiled shaking my head. " Is Jin Soo fine?"

"He's with his cousins. He's happy. Don't worry too much..." He said softly. I nodded, still a bit upset that i couldn't take full care of jin Soo. Without meaning to, my son sometimes roughed around with me a lot. After a few incidents of him accidentally kicking me in the stomach, Jimin and Jin convinced me that it was best to leave him with his aunt and cousins for a while. Carrying twins was always a risk, so I had to be extra careful with how much i worked.

"Jimin-ah...Your mother called me earlier." Jin said softly and I stiffened. So did Jimin.

"She wants to talk to both of you." He said softly.

I felt violent protest build up inside me.

"Thank you hyung." Jimin said politely before holding a hand out for me to take. I hesitated before taking it. Once we were in the car he quickly took my hand in his and squeezed.

"You don't have to come meet her..."

"I wasn't planning to. We're divorced now. I don't answer to your family anymore." I didn't mean to sound very rude but Jimin flinched.

"Can I take you out to dinner tonight?" He said after a pause and I sighed.

"I don't think that's going to work. I need to meet Yoongi and Jung Kook tomorrow for lunch ."

Jimin blinked.

"Wait, you're the gorgeous caterer?"

I stared at him in surprise.

"What?"

But Jimin was gripping the wheel tight enough to make his knuckles turn white.

"Fucking Kim Taehyung, I'm going to murder his ass!!" He gritted out.

"Who on earth is Kim Taehyung?" I said confused.

"He's Yoongi's younger brother and my classmate from college. He told me he's going to try to... " Jimin stopped and glared at me. " Are you flirting with other men now?" He snapped.

I stared in stunned silence.

"Are you out of your mind? I don't even know a Kim Taehyung..." I said shrilly.

"Well, he knows you. He told me he met you when he was out with Yoongi picking flavors for the cake. " Jimin stared at me accusingly and I wracked my brains to try and remember.

"Wait.." I frowned. " Does he have like dark hair with highlights?" I vaguely remembered the guy. I hadn't exchanged more than two words with him but he'd been genuinely excited with a wide boxy smile.

"See !!!  you do remember him.... DId he ask you out?"

"I'm just supposed to meet him for breakfast . With my clients. We may get some work done later..."

"Work?  what work? Do You like him or something?..." Jimin’s eyes bugged out  and i rolled my eyes.

"You're being ridiculous. I didn't even know his name..."

"Well, now you do. What are you going to do about it?" He challenged.

"I'm going to date him. " I snapped and then recoiled when Jimin snarled at me .

"Don't you dare..."

"Oh my God, I was joking you crazy person... I can't believe you think so low of me. Why would I date someone you knew..." I  rolled my eyes. My head was beginning to pound again.

After a few minutes silence he cleared his throat.

"You mean you may date...others?" His voice was very small and I felt a little lost.

"Jimin , I'm pregnant with twins. I have a five year old son. Dating is literally the last thing on my mind." I said softly and he looked even worse.

"I wrecked your life didn't I?" He said quietly and I felt genuinely bad. There was so much guilt in his tone that I felt weighed down by it.

"Don't blame yourself. You just... did what you thought was right. It's not your fault. Or mine. It's just... things happen sometimes , I guess. Bad things. To good people. We'll leave it at that." I shrugged.

"Still....we both know you don't really have a reason to stay with me..." He said softly and I didn't know what to say really.

"I'm here . Now. " I said finally.

But he didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride.

Later , in bed I thought a lot about what he'd said and what it meant for our relationship , going forward . In a way he was right. Our relationship wasn't what it was. Loving someone and being in love are two different things, really. I loved Jimin but I'd also fallen out of love, somewhere along the way. I liked him, I was attracted him but there were so many scars, so many fresh wounds, barely healed and still bleeding stopping me from taking a step towards him. It didn't help that he wasn't exactly being mature about the whole thing.

Was Jimin really insecure? Worried about losing people? Did that really give him the right to treat me with distrust though? Was it wrong of me to expect implicit trust instead of understanding that he was just naturally worried about losing me?

The questions led to more questions till my heart began to ache and my head grew heavy till I fell into a fitful sleep.

Hopefully, the kids would be something we could share together. Maybe, once he learned that I had no intention of pursuing anyone else, he would let go of his insecurities and begin trusting me.

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⤿  ––––  op,  well,  hello  !  i’m  neptune  and  since  my  intro  posts  are  always  miles  long,  i’m  gonna  try  and  keep  dis  as  short  as  possible  (  spoiler  alert:  it  was  not  short  ).  also.  there’s  300+  typos  in  this  and  i’m  so  sorry  if  none  of  it  makes  sense.  u  got  questions  about  any  of  this,  i  can  answer  it  the  best  i  can.

( harry styles, demiboy , he/they, 26 ) no way ! i swear i saw west holiday walking down danforth avenue ! i just saw a post about them on 6secrets ! i think it said something like “heart breaking, heartthrob west holiday seen drunkenly flirting with another taken starlet”. isn’t that wild ? i guess that makes sense since they’re apparently shameless and cynical. fans will claim that they’re ( indomitable ) and ( charming ). i mean , it’s not like i know them personally — they’re a famous singer/songwriter. whenever i think of them, i think of crinkling crows feet on the edge of green eyes when someone makes you smile, wild curls that were purposefully styled to look like chic bed head, a small figure swallowed in a button up that is too big for them. i wish i would have asked for an autograph !  * the 1975 career claim !

so,  first  and  foremost.  fuck  this  kid.  i  hate  this  guy  and  i’m  sure  you  will  too.  not  because  i  think  he’s  fleshed  out  bad  or  anything,  he’s  just  the  #Worst. i’m  just  gonna  go  straight  onto  bullet  points  bc  this  will  actually  take  years  if  i  rant  on  about  this  boy.

to  start  of,  he  didn’t  really  grow  up  great.  like  ya  he  was  mad  rich,  but  his  two  moms  cannot  stand  each  other.  they  were  constantly  yelling  at  each  other  and  throwing  things  but  hey.  west  just  kind  of  *wipes  tears  w  hundos*  so  he  didn’t  think  it  was  that  rough

he  grew  up  mainly  in  cheshire,  england,  there  for  he  has  a  pretty  heavy,  thick accent  that  comes  across  in  his  music.  i mean.... his  career  claim  is  the 1975  so you  know  that  i  mean

uh  he  has  lil,  baby  sister,  anabelle .  she’s  v  small  so  sadly  no  wc.  but  she  is  his  whole  world  and  if  you  saw  them  together  u  would  think  west  has  nice  twin  brother.  he  doesn’t  but.  if  he  did.... west  is  the  evil  twin.

though  they  always  fought  they  stayed  together  for  some  dumb  reason,  that  dumb  reason  that  they’re  lil  boy  got  MAD  RICH.  he  started  of  making  some  cash  by  playing  out  on  busy  foot  traffic  areas  and  having  a  guitar  case  wide  open .  and  people  would  just  toss  money  in  there  and  once  he  saw  a  career  in  this  he  straight  up  just  dropped  out  of  high  school  and  pursued  music.  basically,  what  i’m  saying  is,  he’s  dumb. big  dumb.

besides  being  the  biggest  dummy  he’s  really  super  talented  i  swear.  the  only  problem  is  that’s  his  ONLY  redeeming  quality. im  not  even  being  dramatic.  that’s it. that’s  the  only  good  thing  about  him.  like  yeah,  he’s  charming  and  he’s  strong  or  whatever  but  do u  think  he  uses  that  for  good ??? NO.

he’s  quite  literally  the  guy  you  have  in  your  phone  as  ‘DNR’  bc  if  u  do  he’s  gonna  try  and  charm  you  into  coming  over  just  so  he  can  hook  up  with  you  and  get  you  an  uber  when  y’all  are  done.  he  won’t  even  cuddle  u  wtf  bro.

TRUE LIFE: I’m A Disaster Bi

if  y’all  wanted  to  know  he  is  covered  in  tattoos  just  like  harry,  and  he’s  short - haired  harry.  even  tho  as  my  fren  put  it:  all  harry  lives  matter.  watch  me  making  west  grow  it  out  bc  long - haired  harry  is  my  personal fave.  we’ll  see  how  long  it  takes  for  me  to  cave. place ur Bets

uh . so  about  that  headline ... am  i  right  Laid  Ease. basically  he  was  seen  flirting  with  another  rich  kid  /  celeb  that  is  publicly  taken !  cool  plot  there !  please  hit  me  up  if  you  think  it’d  work

pls  dont  be  offended  if  y’all  have  slept  together / met  and  he  doesn’t  remember  you  name .  chances  are  he  will  call  you  bro,  dude,  babe,  etc  until  he  remembers  your  name  or  you  remind  him

west  has  this  rly  weird  habit,  it’s  kind  of  funny.  HE WILL TRY  AND  SHOVE  HIMSELF  INTO  YOUR  DRAMA  BC  HE  IS  BORED.  like  sure. he  means  well  ........ Well. no  he  doesn’t.  he’s  a  little  shit  and  is  so  proud  of  it

pls  hate  him.  im  beggin  u  he  thrives  of  being  hated,  he  rly  does  like  he’s  got  fans  that  love  him  and  see  the  him  that  stops  to  take  pictures/calls  you  honey/loves  his  fans.  but  he’s  like..... simply  put ?? A  Dick.

u h.  so  since  he’s  horrible  he’s  never. EVER. been  in  love.  any  relationship  he’s  ever  been  in  is  100%  fake  and  means  nothing  to  him.  it’s  all  for  pr  and  he  knows  it’ll  get  his  ratings  up  so  like.

i  truly  cannot  think  of  anything  else  so  like....... uh . pls  plot  with  me.  i’ll  make  him  a  pinterest  in  a  lil  bit.  but  until  then,  this  is  all  i’ve  got.  he’s  still  a  total  work  in  progress  but  u  kno .

okay ! so  ! that  was  a  giant  mess.  but,  i do  have  a  quick  little  list  of  wcs  before  i  actually  work  up  a  whole  wc  page  !

001.  100%  smash  on  a  game  of  smash  or  pass:  uh . so lets  say  west  played  a  game  of  smash  or  pass  on  a  talk  show  and  they  asked  him  who  is  his  number  one  smash.  das  where  ur  muse  comes  in .  ur  muse  is  his  number  one  smash.  ALWAYS.

002.  most  recent  public  relationship:  so  west  and  ur  muse  were  probably  spotted  out  somewhere  and  his  pr  team  was  like.  wow  ur  album  is  blowin  up  keep  asking  this  person  to  hang  out  with  and  plead  the  fifth  if  they  ask  if  y’all  are  together.  ur  muse  can  choose  whether  they  were  together  or  not.  but  at  this  point  they’re  definitely  NOT  together,  but  they  could’ve  stayed  friends  or  not.  we  luv  enemies.

003.  dead to me:  would  absolutely  kill  for  this  plot. bc i  LOVE  enemy  plots .  but  basically  west  and  ur  muse  dated,  you  know,  for  pr.  he  didn’t  love  them  no way jose.  but  it  ended  REALLY  badly  and  ur  muse  absolutely  despises  him... rightfully  so.  but  basically  we  can  totally  work  on  this  but  i’m  sure  they  get  into  twitter  feuds.  their  breakup  was  v messie  GIVE  IT  TO  ME.

004.  i  need  just  one  person  to  not  hate  his  man........  just  give  him  one  single friend.  it’s  all  he’s  allowed  i  swear.