#i don't understand why my ribs are like 'hey this isn't okay' all of a sudden

[wheeboo]

run to you | lee chan

SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend picks you up in the middle of the night. PAIRING. biker!best friend!lee chan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst, best friends to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, implied that reader lives in a troubled household, lil description of a twisted ankle, kissing WORD COUNT. 2.7k

notes: finally have something written for dino!! i haven't written anything for him in a HOT min that this almost feels out of character for some reason 😭 anyways enjoy <3

Chan doesn't understand why simply the sight of your name lighting up his phone has his heart quickening, head spinning, and adrenaline rushing all in a single moment. But he doesn't give it much thought, his hand instinctively pressing the answer button as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

He brings his phone up to his ear, calling out your name, "Y/N?"

"Hey, um..." Your voice is shaky on the other line, barely above a whisper, laced with something that sounds suspiciously like pain, and it sends a snake of worry up his back. "...can you do me a favour real quick?"

Chan glances at the time on his phone for a brief second, brows furrowing at the late time displayed on the screen. He sits up in bed, already somehow feeling more awake than just a few seconds ago. "Yeah, uh, what's up?"

Silence hangs heavy in the air, heavier than the late-night quiet pressing against Chan's window. He can almost hear your nervous inhale and picture the hesitant frown on your face.

"I left my... well, actually my entire skateboard bag... at your place," You admit quietly, sheepishly. "Could you possibly... drop it off at my door? It's really late, I know, but𑁋"

"Where are you?" Chan asks frantically and seriously that it cuts you off. He hears the way your breath hitches in your throat at the tone of his voice, and it only makes him more apprehensive and his heart hammering against his ribs anxiously. "Are you at the skate park?"

Crap, he knows. He always knows. "Look, I just... needed to clear my head and took a little fall. I'm fine, can you just𑁋"

"Stay put," he commands, leaving no room for argument. "I'm coming to get you."

"What? No, Chan, it's fine𑁋"

He cuts you off, refusing to hear your protests. "Don't move. I'll be there in ten."

He hangs up before you can utter another word, quickly tossing a shirt on and grabbing his keys, helmet (and a second one), and of course, your skateboard bag. As Chan throws the bag over his shoulder, a sharp pang of worry hits him. He knows you're downplaying the fall and everything else going on, but the tremor in your voice paints a different picture in his mind, and he seems to be listening to his heart more than he ever thought he would.

All he could think about is you.

Chan knows not to pry, but it isn't the first time this has happened𑁋where you 'clear your head' in the middle of the night and run away from home for a few hours. But the thought of you alone and hurt gnaws at him more than he cares to admit.

Pushing aside the questions and worries for later, Chan rushes out the door, the roar of his motorcycle echoing through the hushed night. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it. As he speeds towards the familiar silhouette of the skate park, a million scenarios play in his mind, each one twisting his gut tighter. He forces them down, focusing only on one𑁋getting to you and making sure you're okay.

The wind whips past Chan's helmet, carrying with it the sting of the cool night air and the echo of your shaky voice. He rounds the last corner, the skate park coming into view, bathed in the dim glow of a streetlamp. He catches a single glance of your figure leaning against wall with your skateboard abandoned not that far away, and his heart jumps into his throat.

He throws the bike into a skid that leaves a dark streak on the pavement, the gravel crunching beneath his tires and the engine sputtering to a halt just beside you. You flinch at the sudden noise, looking up with wide, surprised eyes. Before you can speak, he's already hopping off and jogging towards you.

Something jumps in your stomach when he takes off his helmet, the streetlamp above illuminating the worry etched on his features and windswept, messy hair. Chan kneels before you, the gravel biting into his knees as his gaze takes note of the way you're gingerly clutching down at your ankle.

The concern in his eyes makes your defenses crumble. You open your mouth to explain, but he silences you with a gentle hand on your knee.

"Don't talk," he murmurs, voice surprisingly soft. "Let me see."

He gently pushes your hand away, his touch sending a spark through your already jittery nerves, calloused fingers lightly brushing against away the dirt clinging to your slightly swollen ankle. You wince at the contact, breath hitching at the unexpected touch. It's not painful, but it's strangely electrifying.

"It looks swollen," he states, carefully brushing his thumbs over the affected area. "Can you put any weight on it?"

You hesitantly try to wiggle your toes, wincing when a sharp pain shoots up your leg.

"Fuck, ow," You whisper, biting your lip. You feel the shame and embarrassment burn at your cheeks, making you want to sink into the cool concrete beneath you.

He's always right; you weren't fine. You hadn't been fine for a long time, but admitting it to yourself felt like opening a dam of emotions you weren't sure you could contain the longer you stay here, and you aren't sure if Chan being in front of you was helping with that or not.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Chan asks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through the gravel where he kneels. You can't help but meet his gaze, searching for judgment, but finding only concern and a hint of something deeper you couldn't decipher, or didn't want to acknowledge.

You shrug, hating how weak the gesture feels, pulling back your leg away from him slightly. "It's okay, just a twist."

Chan's jaw clenches, the concern on his face morphing into something else, something you couldn't quite place. "Just a twist? Y/N, it's the middle of the night, you're alone at the skate park, and you can barely stand. It's not okay."

You feel your chest tighten. "I told you I just needed to get some air. You didn't have to come if you didn't want to. I'm fine."

His eyes narrow, and you catch a glimpse of something raw and intense flickering in them.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" he asks, coming out a bit harsher than intended. "What if you... what if something bad happened and you couldn't call for help? Do you think I wouldn't want to be the one to find you?"

His words hit you like a physical blow. You flinch, the vulnerability you'd so carefully guarded threatening to spill out. God, you hate that he could see through you, hate that he cares so much, hate that you couldn't hate it no matter how much you tried.

"No," You mumble, swallowing back the heat threatening in your eyes. "I don't think you're stupid. It's just..." Your voice trails off.

"It's just what?" Chan demands, voice tight. "Just another night where you disappear and leave me wondering if you're okay? I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."

His words suspend heavy in the air, the only sounds coming from the occasional crickets and the rhythmic thump of your heart echoing loudly in your ears. You could only stare at Chan, his intense gaze boring into you, and feel a dam within yourself start to slowly crack.

Chan lets his eyes roam over you, and a twinge of guilt seems to twitch at his lips, his eyes softening noticeably, but barely. He lets out a sigh.

"Come on," he says firmly. "I can't let you stay here alone, not tonight. Let me take you back to my place, okay?" His eyes hold yours for a beat longer than necessary, a silent plea struggling beneath the surface.

He rises from the ground and offers you his hand. The heat radiating from his skin sends a familiar jolt through you. Hesitantly, you place your hand in his, his fingers warm and calloused as they intertwine together clumsily, like you're testing some type of waters. Then he lifts you with surprising ease, the sudden movement sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through your ankle, making you tighten your grip on his hand.

"Sorry," he murmurs, concern flickering in his eyes. "Let me know if it's too much."

You shake your head, unable to find your voice. You're a tangled mess of emotions𑁋relief, embarrassment, and a fluttering nervousness that you can't quite explain. He helps you onto the back of his motorcycle and secures the extra helmet around your head, before stepping away to collect your skateboard from the ground. Then you feel his hand cup over yours, bringing it to secure around his waist, the warmth of his body pressed against yours sending shivers down your spine.

"Hold on tight," he instructs. As the engine rolls to life, you feel the vibration through your body, and you scoot yourself impossibly closer to him, tightening your hold around his abdomen even more.

The ride to his apartment is a blur of streetlights and rushing wind. You cling to him even more, not entirely sure if it's for balance or something more, but it's awfully comforting and... intimate.

You lean your head on his back and breathe in the familiar scent of leather and warmth that seems to calm you more than it should. Shifting your eyes up, you steal a glance at Chan, the moonlight casting long shadows across his determined jaw and windblown hair. You can feel his muscles tense and relax with every shift of the bike, and a strange sense of safety washes over you. You feel a slight tug at your lips at the thought.

As the motorcycle comes to a stop outside Chan's apartment, you linger for a moment, the gentle rumble of the engine fading into the quiet night as he puts it into park. The warmth of his body still lingers onto yours as he takes off his helmet and hops off the bike, before turning around to help with yours.

The brush of your hands against each other sends a jolt through the two of you. Chan quickly pulls away, his hand hovering awkwardly by your helmet, but the heaviness in the air lingers. You look up at him, his gaze flickering between your face, before he fully slips the helmet off your head, hand lingering in the strands of your hair for a moment.

He clears his throat, looking away briefly before meeting your eyes again.

"I, uh... should get you inside," he finally says.

You only give a nod. But as you attempt to step off the bike, the pain in your ankle shoots up your leg, bringing a wince to your face.

"Here," Chan says quickly, kneeling before you again. "Let me help."

He carefully scoops you up in his arms, the familiar scent of leather and warmth enveloping you once more. This time, you don't try to pull away, your heart pounding against his chest as he carries you inside.

He takes you to his kitchen, helping you sit on top of the counter, and you can't help but let out a quiet, soft sigh of relief. As he draws away from you to rummage through the drawers, you glance around his kitchen, noting the small stack of dishes in the sink, the motorcycle magazines scattered across his little eating area, and an empty bowl of cereal𑁋a glimpse into his life you hadn't seen before.

It's silent when it all happens, almost too silent it's suffocating. But as Chan comes back to you with an ice pack and a bottle of pills, you could only watch him. The soft light from the hanging lamp above bathes his face in a warm glow, and you catch the way his gaze lingers on your face a moment too long.

He reaches out, gently placing the ice pack on your swollen ankle. His touch is light, almost tentative, yet the cold feeling makes you flinch, but Chan's hand rests gently on the skin above your ankle, the other cupping at your knee. There's a part of you that wants to pull away from him, from everything happening right now, but you don't. You don't want to. You can't. He's worried, frustrated, and maybe even a little hurt, and you understand why. You've pushed him away again, and he's tired of it.

"I..." You start, a tremor betraying your words. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Chan glances up at you. "But you did," he replies lowly. "You always do. And it scares the hell out of me."

The tension hangs thick in the air as Chan's words sink in.

"I-I'm sorry, I really am," You mutter, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "It's just... things are hard at home, and I don't know how to deal with it. Being away just seems to... clear it all up a little bit, you know?"

"Then why run away when you can run to me?" He's standing right in front of you at this point, one hand still on your knee.

"Why do care you so much?" You counter almost defensively, feeling yourself tense right under his gaze.

"Because the more this happens, the more I realise I don't want to be your friend anymore," he answers simply, then lowers his voice. "I can't be... just your friend anymore when I want to be the person you run to."

The world freezes. Everything freezes, and you could only stare at him with widened eyes and a pure look of shock. Nothing but silence stretches between the two of you, and the hammering in your chest only grows stronger by each passing second.

Chan lowers his gaze to the floor, taking his hand off your knee and running it through his hair. "Fuck, I shouldn't have..." He catches a glimpse of the bottle of pain medication right next to you. "Let me get you some water𑁋"

"No, wait." You grab at his hand, causing him to halt, and he looks back at you. "Don't... go yet, please?"

Chan hesitates, before giving in, finding himself standing right back in front of you, the two of you almost eye-level. Except you shoot a quick look at his lips, then up to his eyes, before letting the hand wrapped around his wrist pull him even closer to you, to the point where he's almost standing between your legs.

His breath hitches from the sudden closeness, but he shouldn't be like this right now. Not when you're hurt and vulnerable. He can't tell you that he wanted you the moment you met two years ago when you rolled past him one day on the way to the same skate park, can't tell you that he would choose you over everything else in a heartbeat.

But all those thoughts are pushed away the moment he feels your lips on his, and his hands come naturally to your waist, as if afraid you might slip away. His lips seemingly mold perfectly with yours, and you can feel the longing in the way his fingers seem to tighten its hold on your shirt.

Your lips part for a brief moment, and there's a long moment that passes before Chan leans in again, capturing your mouth a bit more fervently, a bit more passionately than before, yet nonetheless still sweet and tender. The world outside disappears, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock on the wall, and the gentle glow of the kitchen light above.

When you both pull away, there's a breathless pause.

"Are you... are you okay?" he asks cautiously. "I'm sorry, it just..."

"No, I'm... I should say sorry for... everything," You cut him off. "I shouldn't have made you worried or... pushed you away. I'm sorry."

"All I ever want is to make sure you're okay, Y/N." His hand is back at your knee again, finger tracing reassuring shapes, easing the tension out of your body.

You let out a nervous, light-hearted chuckle. "We're not even together yet and I'm already causing you so much trouble."

Chan's expression softens, and he cups your cheek gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"Who said I wasn't yours yet?" He leans back in, teasing his lips back against yours. "I can be, if you want me to be."

another note: ending is a lil rushed im sorry oops i wrote this rlly late 😭

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[themultifandomgal]

Matt Casey- Fight For Us Pt4

Since this whole thing with Matt and Voight I've been getting really nervous, nervous for Ella and I

"Antonio's going to help us"

"Matt I don't think your understanding. The house isn't safe for Ella. Look Matt I love you but until this blows over we're going to stay with Gabby" I say as I'm packing Ella's bag

"YN you can't leave. We're good again and now your taking my daughter"

"Im not taking her away Matt. We're not splitting up, but I'm scared that one of us is going to get hurt. Voight pulled me over saying I ran a stop sign which I didn't, Ella was in the car Matt. It was a threat. I just need to know Ella's safe"

"I know. I know. Im sorry. I promise this will be over" Matt pulls me into him kissing my forehead

"Im just so scared"

"So you and Matt are on a break?"

"No. It's just with all of this Voight stuff. Im just scared Kelly. What if Ella gets hurt because of this"

"Do you want Matt to retract his statement"

"No. It's to late to do that anyway" my phone rings, but I don't recognise the number straight away

"Hello? What? Oh god.....yeah I'll be there in 10"

"Who was that?" Kelly asks

"The hospital. Matts been hurt. Can you watch Ella for me?" I whisper so Ella doesn't hear

"Sure"

"Thanks" I get up off the couch and walk over to Ella who's sat on the floor playing with some toy cars

"Hey Ella. Momma has to pop out for a little bit, but uncle Kelly is going to look after you. Ok?"

"Ok momma, but where are you going?"

"I just need to go and see someone. I won't be long" I kiss her on the head before leaving Kelly's and driving to the hospital.

"There's no cracked ribs. You're next in line

for the CT scam" Dr Thomas walks in with the X-ray results while I stand with Antoni nervously biting my nails "can you sit up for me?"

"Yeah" Matt groans. I can see the bruise on his side already forming

"I need you to take some deep breaths, okay?" I look out if the window and see Herrmann, Otis, Mouch and my dad. Dad walks in and over to me giving me a hug

"Wheres Ella?"

"With Kelly" I tell him

"Sounds clear that's good"

"Thanks Hallie" I give her a small smile

"Just doing my job. You can lay back now Matt" Hallie helps Matt to lie down

"Casey, how are you?" Dad asks

"Sore"

"So no faces on this guys? Markings? Anything distinguishable?" Antonio asks

"One of them had a tattoo. Forearm. Left... oh god maybe right" Matt starts to get upset. I take his hand in mine and give it a squeeze

"Antonio maybe come back a little later" I tell him

"Alright. Rest for a few"

"This was Voight wasn't it?" I ask looking at Matt "not him directly, but he orchestrated this"

"Matt. Believe ne, I know what you're going through and I know what youre thinking. But we are gonna figure out how to do this the right way. You've got a daughter and a wife so don't you dare do anything to land yourself in jail. Do you hear me?"

"Yeah" dad walks out to talk more to Antonio while I stay in the room with Matt

"I can't sit back and take it"

"I know but he wants you to be the bad guy. He wants you do make a bad move and then pin something else on you. Babe I don't want to lose you so please for me, for Ella just let Antonio deal with this"

"I think you were right to move out with Ella for now. Keep her safe"

"I love you Matt. Just be careful"

"I will. I love you too"

"Momma when can I see daddy?" Ella asks as I place some food in front of her. I look at Kelly for some support but I don't get any help off him

"Errm soon"

"Are you and daddy mad at each other again? Like when uncle Andy died. Like uncle Kelly is mad at daddy?"

"No baby. We're not mad at each other. Promise"

"Then why are we living here not at home?"

"Because...."

"Because the bath is leaking and you missy need to have warm baths"

"Then why isn't daddy here?"

"Wow your asking a lot of questions tonight Ella.  Daddy has lots of paper work to do and doesn't want to keep you or momma awake. It will be over soon"

"Ok" Ella carries on eating her dinner like nothings wrong

"Thank you" I quietly say "I just don't know what to tell her"

"It's ok. Things will be ok YN" Kelly gives me a little hug

"I just want thinks your be ok again. I want us to feel safe again"

"I know"

[flwersgarden]

Hello. I enjoy reading your work and was wondering if you accepted requests at the moment.

If you are I was wondering since its Halloween time if you would do a yandere fic where the reader and Elvis are at a Halloween Party. Maybe where he is a vampire or something.

If you can do this request then great and feel free to make your imagine run wild with this one. If not then I completely understand.

note: i love this!!!! such a cute spooky vibe for yandere!elvis, this is just fluffy not angsty at alllll *wink* and our handsome man isn't that yandere-ish here but i really hope you enjoy! (sorry it's a bit short, my creativity is so low these days *sigh*) 💕

“ come on, doll, we gonna be late! ” elvis screams at you from the bottom of the stairs, the clock just marking midnight.

to say elvis was excited for this could be an underwhelming statement.

he was over the moon.

as time passes in your relationship, elvis keeps surprising you. he didn't seemed to be the kind of man who would be excited for a halloween party, one that his friend jerry invited both.

he even wanted to be on matching customs.

he chose vampires.

you liked the idea, thought it would be easy, so you agreed. but now, as the black long morticia-addams-kind-of dress stuck to your body.

it's not that you felt ugly, no, no.

it's just that-.

“ I CAN'T FIT IN THIS! ” you screamed, trying to zip the dress entirely, part of your boobs so high you could feel them touching your chin.

“ WHAT? ” elvis screamed back, not hearing you right before walking up the stairs and chuckling a bit at your position.

“ DONT LAUGH! ” you roared, stomping your feet (regretting it as your heel made it feel like hell already).

“ sorry, sorry, doll. ” he shook his head, walking to stand behind you and helping you out.

after a few moments of silence, you speak. “ do we really have to go? ”

“ yeah! we already said yes, that would be rude, m'lady. ”

you rolled your eyes. elvis is getting in his vampire part very well.

“ well, my lord. ” you say back with a smile. “ we can always say i was sick. ”

elvis gasps behind you, hearing the zipper close correctly made you sigh in relief, the corset no longer crushing your ribs and your boobs no longer touching your chin. “ such a liar. ”

you turn, kissing his nose. “ thank you. ”

“ no problem, darling. ” he kisses your nose before walking out.

you scrunch your nose as you feel his lips suddenly cold.

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as you walk inside, you clutch elvis' arm with your hand, afraid of falling, giving a slight smile to people who greeted you; close friends mostly.

“ ep! ” jerry greets, dressed like some fictional serial killer. “ you made it! ”

elvis laughs, hugging jerry back. “ wouldn't miss it for the world. is the only time i can be myself. ”

jerry laughs as you frown. his tone sounded too sincere.

“ look at the both of you! ” jerry snaps you out if your thoughts.

you smile and hug elvis as he smiles and hugs you back.

“ the most iconic couple! ” a feminine voice adds.

you turn to see jerry's girlfriend.

“ you look amazing. ” you say with a smile, delicately squeezing her hand.

“ you say that just to fit in, you're taking my place as the best dressed. ”

the four of you laugh.

“ well, come on! we have a bunch of games and food. ”

“ ooh, don't mind if i do. ” you cheekily say before leaving elvis' arm.

but he grabs you back.

“ wait, i'll go with ya'. ”

hesitation takes over you as you slightly nod your head, moving to the snacks table with elvis beside you.

elvis goes unusually quiet, he was talking all the way here so this sudden change confused you.

“ elvis? ” you ask, touching his hand before retrieving it. he was cold. “ elvis, darling? ”

you shake his arm and that successfully grabs his attention.

“ huh? ”

“ are you okay? ” you asked with a worried expression, afraid of touching him the wrong way for some reason.

“ yeah, why-. ”

“ hey. ”

you turned, catching the gaze of a man dressed as a vampire hunter. ironic.

“ hi? ”

the hair on the back of your neck straightened as elvis walked closer to you.

“ sorry, just wanted to say your custom is amazing. really... ” he looks you up and down before smiling. “ pretty. ”

now, this man wasn't that bad looking. but his attitude was unwelcome, besides he had the balls to do this in front of your (more) handsome boyfriend.

“ yeah, she does. ” elvis steps to stand in front of you. stupid enough, the man that tried to hit on you takes a step back. clearly, he didn't noticed elvis before.

“ uh. ” the man awkwardly says before clearing his throat. “ see you later. ”

he leaves, mixing with the crowd. you just turn to the table again, sighing with exhaustion.

“ well, so? ” you ask, clearly ignoring the annoying moment both of you had.

“ 'm good, doll. ” elvis says with a stern voice.

you look at him, throwing a cheese cracker at him.

“ hey! ” he says, raising his arms to cover his face full of makeup.

“ what's going on? you're acting weird. are you sick? ” you walk closer to him, putting your hand in his forehead to check his temperature. elvis had a nature of being like this sometimes when he was feeling bad.

he grabbed your hand, softly, kissing your palm before smiling and shaking his head.

“ you're right... ” he kissed your knuckles. “ it's perhaps the nerves and the stress. ”

you silently nod, doing a small 'ah' as a form of understanding.

elvis had a show in two days from now. you now felt a little bit dumb for not remembering.

“ of course. ” you touched his shoulder. “ do you want to leave? ”

“ nah, doll. ” he chuckled, letting your hand go. “ lemme just have a breath of fresh air. ”

“ okay, i'll be right here. ”

elvis nods and kisses your head before leaving through the small doors to the garden of jerry's house.

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after what felt like hours, you start to get worried. you doubt elvis would leave you stranded here, he isn't like that. but with his weird behavior you couldn't help but be worried.

“ hey, i'm going to find elvis. ” you scream to jerry, the music blasting in the living room.

“ sure! ” he smiles reassuring you of your worries, you smile back before leaving through the same doors elvis went moments before.

as you walk through the garden, the music slowly starts to be unheard, a small portion of it still reaches your ears.

you're about to give up and call his phone before hearing a branch crack.

you turn around, jumping at the sudden sound before sighing. “ jesus... ” you mutter under your breath before shaking your head and look to your side. but as you do that, your eyes catch the figures of two people in a kind of weird embrace.

you roll your eyes, thinking it was a couple doing couple stuff, until you hear a quiet whimper.

walking towards them, you wish you would've stayed inside. you wish you could stop having a savior complex. you wish you did something different.

because the thing you see when you're close enough is elvis holding the man from before in a tight and uncomfortable embrace, his hand holding his neck as his other hand stomps in his feet. the man seems to be clearly injured, a black eye, blood pouring from his nose and his lips all bloody.

you gasp, holding your stomach with one hand while the other one covers your mouth; vomit threatening to leave your body.

elvis turns, like a demon, with fangs and mouth covered in blood. his eyes red with wide pupils, his ears pointed and his skin grey.

“ darling... ” his expression changes. from predator to prey. his brows furrow in worry as he notices the situation he is in.

he drops the man and his neck cracks making you take a step back in fear.

“ no... come here. not gonna hurt ya. i swear, please. come back to me. don't leave me. ” you just shake your head, your eyes glowing in the dark with tears and your lips trembling in fear.

elvis takes a step close to you but before he can hold you in his arms and kiss your frightened face while he reassures you...

you pass out.

[strangesthirdeye]

CHAPTER 4: DIRTY PLANS

After you both felt that you were far enough away from Thor and Hulk, you suddenly stumbled forward and groaned in pain. Natasha quickly caught you before falling to the floor and slowly lowered you to sit on the floor. You groaned and arched your head up and let out a painful breath.

"what's wrong?" Natasha asked with a concerned expression on her face. Eyebrows arched together.

You groaned. "Don't worry, it's just my regeneration energy trying to heal the bruises and cuts that I have. I'm still in the 'cooking' state so it hurts a little bit. Probably there are some ribs and broken bones after the Hulk smacked me to the walls" You breathed out slowly .

Nat looked at you with concern. Her hands shaking probably her adrenaline has disappeared and now all panic and nervousness appear in her body language. She then nodded her head and sat next to you.

Then, your right hand starts emitting a violet-yellow light then it starts spreading to the spot that has bruises and cuts. You closed your eyes while Nat looked at you with wide eyes and amazed. As soon as the violet yellow energy had made sure that all the injuries had been healed, it began to subside. It's beautiful yet so confusing for her

Nat shook off her reverie and looked at you with wonder. "so, you really are an alien? What do you mean regeneration?"

you puffed a big breath. Relief after the pain in the body is disappearing. "You and your curious nature. Yup, Time Lord actually. Well for me it's Time Lady. It's cool, isn't it? Regeneration You see, what I mean by regeneration is that I can cheat from death with it. It could happen because of severe illness, old age, fatigue,or injury. It could also be invoked by choice, whether voluntary or involuntary. It also has a limit, you see every TimeLord/Lady their maximum life is 13 and this is my fourth life. I still have 9 lives left. However, I don't want to waste my life"

Nat just nodded a little as a sign of understanding and then she leaned against the big chest with horror on her face. Her hands were visibly shaking and that made you notice it.

You then slowly hold Nat's left hand and gently caress her hand trying to calm her down. "hey, you're okay. We're both okay.. We're safe. Yeah?" you lowly said to Nat trying to reassure her.

Nat is speechless and held your hand tightly. After that, you two were silent for a while. There is no sound around the two of you. But suddenly the Hellcarrier seemed to lurch to the side with a force that made you both jerk and slide to the side. You both gasped and managed to put your hands in front of you and managed to prevent hitting the metal walls.

You groan and pushed yourself to sit up. "whatever it is, it sure makes you want to curse at everything."

Nat grumbled in agreement. "it sure did make me want to curse at everything."

"you good there, Nat? can i call you Nat.. Just Nat because it's quite brilliant, you know."

"Yeah, I'm good. Doc" Nat replied.

You puffed out a small breath. "You know, right now I should still be running away from Sontarans and then The Tardis will make an unnecessary comments because I didn't listen to his warning and then Bounty will wheel around me and make some sort of noises as if he doesn't agree with the Tardis' comments." you chuckled.

"I didn't expect that I offered my help to Fury and it turns out like this" you added.

Nat looked at you confused by what you said. "You didn't expect to come to earth?"

"crash, actually. 15 jumping through space to space and crash to earth. Rough journey, as you say." you scrunched your face and blew your lips in boredom. "pretty sure the Sontarans are a bit grumpy right now"

Nat tilted her head slightly. "why? What's The Sontarans? "

"well," you sighed. "Well, it starts from Christmas day. Not Christmas day on earth but different planet and timeline. Me and Bounty are supposed to enjoy our Christmas in Orizon. A planet with two suns and two moons. Its inhabitants are like animals but at the same time like humans. So, Sontarans are war-hungry aliens who destroy anything that interferes with their path. They look like a rotten potato. A cruel rotten potato actually. So they came to the planet and destroyed little by little the life there. Luckily, I landed there and saved a village from being destroyed by them. So when they bumping into me again, they got angry and chased me and promised that they would kill me if we met again which I just ignored because I got a lot of death threats"

"You.. save a village..and planet? Alone?" Nat blurted out with a skeptical look on her face.

"well, not actually alone.. Bounty and Tardis are with me. So, not alone. It's teamwork" You replied cheekily.

"How long have you three been traveling through space?" Nat asked.

"longer than you think" you replied simply while fidgeting with your fingers. "not only space but time too"

"you're a time travel too?" Nat started to catch up.

"mhmm... sort of.. Just wandering around fixing some technical in the Tardis and traveling thinking it's a vacation turns out it's not.. I'm more of a 'wrong place right time person' as they say"you spoke lowly.

"why the Police Box, though? Like you clarified that the Tardis is a Time Machine then why does the Tardis look like a Police Box?" Nat commented.

"the chameleon circuit is a bit of a mess up at one point. He is supposed to disguise himself as any objects depends on a certain place but the circuit got messed up on one of my travels in London 60's and it stuck into a Police Box which I find it quite brilliant and fantastic though" you explained with smile writing on your face.

Nat stared at your face with astonishing and bewildered expression on her face. This is all quite new to her. As an ex assassin and full time Agent this is the first time she encountered aliens let alone meet one. Not to mention making friend with aliens in front of her eyes. She didn't expect you to look so human. What she expected was a green colour skin or an antenna on the head.

Although, she grew up in a place where children shouldn't grow up, so no wonder Natasha has different expectations than others. Apart from her expectations of aliens because everyone has the same expectations as her, only she has quite basic expectations.

"You look like a human" Nat blurted out her thoughts.

You looked at Nat challengingly while crossing your arms over your chest. "Funny, because I think it's my kind that looks like a human first"

Nat raised her eyebrows and tilted her head a little. "then what makes you different than human?"

"I have two hearts" you muttered simply and looked around.

Nat opened her mouth but closed her mouth again as she was now a bit bewildered by what you said earlier but then she just shook off her confusing state and kept quiet.

Your and Nat's heart seems to be in a normal beating state as the feeling of fear and worry has faded now that it has been replaced with relief after the marathon with Hulk.

The Hellcarrier seems to be in critical condition with how aggressively it is shaking. At any time it will fall to the ground and everything will perish. Let's just hope that everything will be okay.

For now, the two of you just sit and be silent as the feeling of relief deepens inside you. But still the feeling of awareness with the surrounding area is now in high alerts. If it's not the Hulk, someone else will appear so you both need to be ready.

Although, you're not very good at hand combat, you at least know how to throw a punch in someone's face. You just need a good target and aim. If it's not the face then the private area is enough. It's not like you like to hurt creatures or people, it's just violence doesn't suit you. You despise that.

Because you know, your previous life has crashed into many things including violence. So you just want this life a better and new as you say.

"It's Barton, he took out ours systems. He's headed for the detention lab. Does anybody copy?" Fury's voice was heard in both of your earpieces.

Nat came out of her reverie then tapping her earpiece to reply. "This is Agent Romanoff. I copy."

You looked at Nat with a determined look on your face. Then you put on your brave face and staggered to stand up from your sitting position and held out your hand to Nat. Nat then reached for your hand and got up quickly and ran while holding your hand tightly.

"Sāikō!" (Let's go!)

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Barton is walking along a passage catwalk. Natasha appeared behind him and he quickly turned and shoots a bow, which flies by her. She pushed his hand.

He charged her and she kicks him, then rolls underneath some pipes -- popping up on the other side of the catwalk,kicking him in the knee. He shoots another arrow, which she dodged by dropping across to the next passage. Barton followed her.

They fight along that catwalk. The fight is very even. Barton tries hitting her with the bow and she pulled on the string. They fight some more, headbutting and punching. They

both pull daggers.

Then that's when you come in behind Barton. Jumping behind his back and choking him tightly not enough to make his breath cut off just so he can be far from Nat. Nat then rushes forward and kicks Barton's hand that holds the dagger in his hand which makes the grip in his hand flinch and causes the dagger to fall from the catwalk.

Barton let out a grunt and violently he turned his body which you tightly gripped his shoulders strongly so as not to fall from him then Barton slammed your back on the rail on the catwalk so hard that you let out a pain grunt and you lost gripped from him.

You slid down to the iron floor with your squeezed eyebrows because of the great pain. Barton tried to knock you out but Nat quickly slapped Barton's hand and threw a few punches at Barton which Barton fought back seeing as he's the type who doesn't give in quickly.

Natasha grabs Barton arm and thrusts it back. He groaned as he throw another punch to his free hand. Natasha grabbed that hand too but he hoists it her against a rail. Barton grabbed Natasha's hair and pulls, exposing her neck. Romanoff sinks her teeth into his arm and he let's go Barton trying to force her down but then you tackled Barton to the rail with great force leaving Nat free from his hold.

Barton fell to the floor and groaned in pain then looked at Nat and you.

Barton then attempted to get up but could only kneel in front of the two of you. He looked at Nat with realization on his face.

"Natasha?" Barton muttered her name weakly.

Nat just kept quiet then she punched Barton's face hard until he was knocked out. You flinched when you saw the action.

Nat then looked at you sharply. You raised your hands in the surrounded sign and looked at Nat with wide eyes.

"I don't want to regenerate early" you exclaimed with hearts racing in your chest.

Nat let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the rail. You follow her action by leaning on the rail in front of her. You back is still hurting thankfully regeneration is still activated so the pain is fading. You winced painfully.

Nat noticed your face. "you alright?"

You waved your hand at her. "I'm fine" you winced as the wave of pain washed over you then disappeared. "brilliant move you did earlier"

"so was you" Nat commented.

"ngk- i just choked him then tackled him to the floor, that's all" you replied and cracked your neck hoping to pop some tense muscles in your neck.

You sigh. "it's been a long time since I did things like this. Usually I just confronted them by saying something clever. Never throw my punch around them"

"well, you better get used to it from now" Nat crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Barton who was still unconscious on the floor.

"We did good teamwork actually." you muttered and let out a tired breath.

A booming sound of footsteps started to be heard towards the two of you, making you both push yourself off the rail and prepare to fight whoever treats is coming toward you two, but then you both lost your fight stand when you found out it was just the medical team.

You both sighed in relief and went back to leaning against the rail. One of the medical team came to you both.

"you guys hurt?" the medical woman said while observing what injuries you both have.

Nat shook her head indicating 'no' same goes to you but with a quick smile.

"we're good." you assured her

the medical woman only nodded her head off then turned to look at some agents who dragged Clint's body.

Nat just stared at Clint as her mind wandered around. Her hard look face still on.

"Agent Coulson is down." Fury's voice began to echo in your earpiece.

You opened your mouth in surprise and looked at Nat who just stared at the empty space.

A wave of grief started washing over you as you felt the atmosphere there changing after the news was said.

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Not long after, Steve, you, Tony , and Fury gathered at the conference table as the atmosphere here seemed somber and depressing. Everyone is quiet. Letting the mourning wash over them as they just lost an agent.

You fidgeted your fingers under the table in silence. Your head bowed in condolence to Coulson. Although you don't know who he is, you still honor him.

Fury who was standing started taking out a handful of cards from the pocket of his jacket and fumbling with it with his fingers.

"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket. Guess he never did get you to sign them." Fury then threw the vintage cards on the table causing the cards to scattered on it.

You looked up and looked at the cards that had blood stains on it. Steve leaned slightly and reached for a piece of upside-down card that also had blood stains on it. Not expected that the card he took had a picture of himself which was full of blood stains.

"We're dead in the air up here. Our communications, location of the cube, Banner, Thor. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye. Think I had that coming" Fury said lowly.

Tony just looked down grieving silently. You looked at the card with your hands clasped together and placed in front of your lips.

"Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the Tesseract. I never put all my chips on that number, although, because I was playing something even riskier. There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Avengers Initiative." Fury walked around the table slowly.

Stark stared into space with no reaction after Fury mentioned his name. You looked at Stark and observed him silently. Fury reached between Steve and Tony and put his hands on Tony's chair.

"The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could. Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea, in heroes." Fury added somberly.

Tony came out of his reverie and quickly got up from the chair without looking at anyone there, he walked out of there. You look down in thoughts. Fury was just silent when he saw Tony's reaction as he rushed out without saying a word. Fury looked down somberly.

"Well, it's an old fashioned notion."

"The Avengers is a thing that considers remarkable people as heroes. Do you consider me a hero if you yourself see me as a threat?" You asked suddenly.

Fury raised his head to look at you however, he was unable to respond to the question you asked him. He was stunned and didn't know what to say. However, he just kept quiet.

You stared at Fury for a long time and sighed heavily, you got up and walked out of there just like Tony without uttering any words.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You return to the laboratory on the Hellcarrier which is still in a state of destruction, but there are some ship assistants who are maintaining the destroyed laboratory. Some swept some materials such as iron, cement and glass on the floor and some lifted some rumbles that were there. Some people gave orders to their staff.

You walked as your eyes darted around the lab. So many things happened after you regenerated into this life not long after the things you went through before. All this happened at the same time. Every moment there is bound to be a disaster.

Just one normal day for you. Even one day is okay, at least you can relax. But that's the destiny of being a Time Lady. Running around and never stopped running.  This is not what you expect after deciding to travel around the universe. What you expect is just to travel around with joy and without killing or violence. But you seem to be wrong.

You sighed briefly and walked towards where your TARDIS was parked. When you get to where the TARDIS is, you widen your eyes after you find that the TARDIS is not where he should be.

you anxiously looked around trying to find a glimpse of the blue police box but it wasn't in the lab.

"oh no" you put your hands on your head and ruffled your hair anxiously as you paced around the lab trying to find the TARDIS.

You then caught a maintenance staff there by gripping his hand. The staff looked at you with wide eyes and a scared face.

"Do you see the old blue police box parked here?" you asked him

The staff who still looked scared nodded while swallowing. "it's.. in suite 17.. lower suite on the ship"

"why did you put him somewhere else?" you released your hold on his arm.

"we have too, Ma'am. It's the place where all the things that shouldn't be put there" he stuttered.

You grunted and walked past him with a tired expression on your face. "thank you" you said to him before walked out of the lab.

After several steps and passing several rooms, you finally arrive at suite 17 where the TARDIS is. You then without any thought, entered the TARDIS and closed the TARDIS door firmly before leaning against the door and sliding down to the floor. You bring your legs to your chest and put your head on your knees.

You don't know why you suddenly feel down and guilty about the incident with Coulson. It's like something has been triggered deep inside you. Grief and sense of loss is what opens up inside you. Something you wished to forget but you can't. You are familiar with that feeling because your life before was a bit of a mess and you lost too many things you loved such as your own planet. Although it's because of you, you still feel the loss is quite big. Like you carry a big boulder on your back and walk around the world. Just like you bring that feeling to wander around a universe.

You should help them but why did it turn out like that? You thought your job was just to track the tesseract and know Loki's plan, but why does there have to be such an incident? No wonder Fury is still hesitant to trusted you.

You sighed heavily and hid your face between your legs and chest. The TARDIS' light starts to light up, meaning that the TARDIS has woken up from its 'shutdown' mood. Bounty wheeled towards you fast and excited as always but when he saw you, he frowned.

He makes a sound as if asking if you are alright or not. He wheeled closer towards you and gently he bumped himself into you. Trying to take your mind off the negative things you think. You lifted your head and watched him through your glossy eyes. Your face is red and tears stream down your cheeks like a river.

You then slowly put your hands around Bounty. You hugged his robot body tightly before letting out a sob.  Bounty's robot hands stretch to become long and hugged your body tightly. He patted his hand on your back like a father persuading his child. He let out a comforting sound.

The TARDIS, which sensed the gloomy emotions, began to play his part by playing a song that made you feel relief. Lights began to illuminate the control console.

"Why do things like this have to happen? I didn't expect things like this to happen like this! I should have helped them but now. They have lost one of their friends. If only I could track the cube and prevent it from happening.. All this wouldn't have happened. Now Loki is gone and God knows where the cube has gone" you sobbed.

"You can't prevent things you don't expect. Sometimes you just have to let them happen" TARDIS hummed.

"but why does it have to be like this?" you asked "Why is it that every time I step somewhere there is bound to be trouble? Am I the bearer of bad luck?"

"no" the TARDIS denied. "You're not the bearer of bad luck, Y/n. If you were the bearer of bad luck, no one would call you a hero, instead they would call you something inappropriate. Trouble always follows you, yes, but you know what you're doing for it. You always save something that happens at the end of the day" TARDIS added sternly.

"But, their friend. I don't-"

"Death is one of the things we cannot prevent. Until someone dies, it means their life story is over. If death can be prevented, Gallifrey will definitely still exist" TARDIS said.

You are silent. Bounty parted away from your embrace and stared at your face with concern. He knows you like the back of his mechanical hands. You don't always break down this bad before. In the many regenerations you have gone through, this regeneration is the most emotional. It's like all the suffering things that you went through in the past regeneration are finally released in this regeneration.

He feels sorry for you who have to go through all those things every time you regenerate. It's not something we can live like nothing happened and make a new life, no. Instead it is something that you bring pain from the past to the present. Until the time it will be released.

"Whatever happened before, it's not your fault. It's never your fault. Everything happened for a reason. So get yourself together and fight it." TARDIS encouraged you.

You stared at the console with new found feelings in your chest. Something like passion and burning in your chest. Something you feel you can do without fear. You looked at Bounty who was still looking at you with concern. Bounty nodded with determination.

You shifted your gaze to the console again before wiping your wet face on your sleeve and standing firm. Your face is tight, eyebrows furrowed with determination.

"right, find Loki and finish him off" You rushed to the console and started pressing various buttons and pulling levers.

The TARDIS signature sound began to sound majestic and loud. Marking he is ready. Bounty bouncing around excitedly.

"Loki is the kind of guy who likes to press something that hurts everyone, especially something that makes that person breakdown. He is also the kind of guy who likes attention and pride in himself. He wants everyone to know who he is and what his position is in a situation such as now. He wants to rule the world. He wants to be king" you pulled the screen to your eye level, examining every coordinate above it.

"And?" The TARDIS interrupted.

"he wants an audience, he wants people to celebrate him, he wants servants and everything a king needs for himself such as a throne. He wants people to know his name and what his purpose is in a certain situation, he wants a big castle so that people know his wealth , he... oh" you widened your eyes after you realized something.

Something very obvious. Building, name, and power. The ugly Stark building like Steve mentioned before. It has the power that Loki needs to activate the Tesseract. You frankly pressed the TARDIS button quickly. The TARDIS wheezing and whoosing in every timeline before it landed in the middle of the room where Tony and Steve were. Tony and Steve were stunned to see the TARDIS suddenly appear in the middle of the room. Mouth agape, they backed off to give the TARDIS room to land properly.

The door was opened by you with a stern face. You quickly got out of the TARDIS and Bounty followed behind.

"STARK!" you shouted his name.

"Doc?" Tony replied confused.

"Isn't it a good day to visit your ugly building?" you give him hints.

Tony was silent for a while but after a few seconds his eyes widened and he looked at you with his mouth open.

"son of a bitch" Tony exclaimed.

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

The Last Chapter

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, alcohol, ageism, violence, mention of rape, cheating, kinks and fetishes, pregnancy, sexism, insults about nationality, dub con, mention of prostitution.

Notes: The last chapter. I've loved to write this story and Aurora Lou is my favorite original character ever. I will miss her and Bill. Thank you for reading 🩷

Bill had never seen Aurora look anything other than like the prettiest girl ever but the Aurora he saw in the hospital was far from pretty. He immediately felt bad that it was his first thought but after that it was just an overflow of thoughts and feelings. 

Aurora looked small in the hospital bed in a light blue nightgown. Her legs were full of bruises just like her face and her neck. It was obvious someone had tried to strangle her. She had some sort of gauze compress in her mouth that had bled through. It looked like a train had hit her. Bill didn't know where to look and worried about his facial expression. He was in horror. What has happened? And how was she feeling? Could she see the horror in his eyes? 

"She has lost some teeth and has a wound on the inside of her lip so it will be hard for her to speak…" said the nurse in English so Aurora also would understand. Bill looked at her tired, beat up face and just received a sad look back. 

"Hey babe…" said Bill but couldn't keep himself in check and felt tears run down his cheeks. 

"A couple saw her get beaten up by three young men…" said the nurse while Bill sat down on a chair next to the bed. He didn't dare take her hand because of the needle stuck in the back of it and her knuckles were bloody with wounds. 

Bill dried his tears with the back of his hand and sat quietly, looking at the woman he loved close her eyes because of the pain in her body. 

"She has a concussion, two cracked ribs and two broken fingers…" the nurse nodded to Aurora's other hand. Where Bill also could see her nails had broken and fallen off. 

"God… Shit…" Bill said and leaned forward closer towards Aurora. He wanted to ask if they had hurt her by rape but didn't know if he had right to know that. 

"We have done a rape kit, with Aurora's approval. She doesn't remember much from the abuse so she doesn't know what had happened…"

Bill looked at Aurora while the nurse spoke. Fat tears fell from her eyes where she lay motionless. 

"Fuck Honey… Älskade Lou… Fan…" said Bill with the tears streaming but also with anger in his voice. Who would do such a thing? Aurora, that kind sweet soul, why would anyone touch her?

"We don't have any beds to offer you I am afraid but it's okay if you want to spend the rest of the night here." 

Bill just nodded. He would sleep on the floor if he had to. The nurse walked away and left Bill with Aurora who just barely looked alive. She breathed heavily with closed eyes and didn't seem to have energy for anything else. 

"Lou… Jag älskar dig så jävla mycket… Babe… I love you…" Bill said softly and then repeated those words until the both of them fell asleep for a couple hours. 

××× 

Bill woke up by a giggle he recognized well and felt a warm feeling spread throughout his body. He smiled with relief and opened his eyes with joy even if his body hurt from sleeping in a simple chair. A nurse was checking Aurora's mouth and Aurora sat up by herself in the bed. Even with all the bruises and wounds she looked happy and sweet. 

"Sechy right?" She said to Bill when she saw him watching. She turned to him and showed him her missing two front teeth on her lower jaw and a corner tooth on the upper jaw. Bill swallowed hard but Aurora smiled at him. 

"It's eashily fiched," she said with a smile and then took the gauze compress to hold against her lip, the inside was still bleeding. Bill smiled warmly at her and dragged his finger carefully over her thigh. 

"It's okay to be sad Lou… You don't need to hold up a facade for me." 

Aurora smiled and took Bill's hand in hers even if the needle was in it. 

"There wash no shign of rape, they have found the boysh and I am okay. I want to be happy now," she said to him with a deep eye contact and smiled. Bill smiled too even if he felt stupid he had almost destroyed Aurora's happiness. 

"Then you should be happy. I am happy. As long as you're okay my love."  He leaned forward and with a look asked for permission to kiss her cheek. Aurora smiled a little and leaned her cheek closer to his lips so he could kiss her cheek that had a big purple bruise on it. 

"Can I ask… What do you remember?" Bill said when the nurse had left them alone. Aurora looked down in her lap and shrugged her shoulders. 

"I wash just schtupid… I lefcht you becaushe of panic… I felt scho awful…" Ske looked up at Bill, deep in his big green eyes. 

"But I know now… I can't pretend. I juscht want you." 

Bill smiled with glassy eyes and looked down at the bed sheets, almost like he was embarrassed. 

"Then out of nowhere those guych showed up when I walked towardsch the port… They screamed that I was a whore… That I should leave Schweden becausch no one wants me here…" 

Bill looked at her with a worried gaze but saw that she was calm and reasonable. 

"I'm so sorry this happened to you… That I wasn't there…" Bill said dripped with guilt. He couldn't see that she had chosen to leave, he could just see that she had been with him. 

Aurora shook her head and hugged his hand in hers. 

"You couldn't know… But I'm mad that you alwaysch schaid Schweden is so safe," she teased and Bill sighed. 

"There are assholes… Criminals everywhere." 

"I'm just joking Bill, of coursche I know that," she smiled at him so he would understand she didn't blame him at all. Bill looked at the bloody gauze in her mouth and wished he could kiss her. He knew it wouldn't fix anything but he just wanted to feel that she was his and that she didn't blame him. Aurora didn't blame him at all and she knew she shouldn't blame herself either. The only perpetrators were the men who had beaten her. 

"Can you help me with schome things?" Aurora asked Bill carefully. He looked so tired and he had already done enough just coming to see her at the hospital. 

"Anything, babe," he said and gave her a questioning look. Aurora smiled, he was so cute when he looked all tired and confused. 

"Can you call schome people for me? Mom and my managcher…" 

"Of course, of course. What do you want me to tell them?" 

Bill called Aurora's mother, Erica but also her new friend Sonny. He was surprised knowing the guy he thought was an idiot was so important to her. He felt bad that he had said bad things about the guy, especially when Sonny showed real worry for Aurora and it even sounded like he was crying. He wrote an email to her manager because he couldn't get a hold of her and then called his own Swedish manager with weird feelings. 

"So… You have known all the time that Aurora was here?" Bill asked him. 

"Ehh… Not the whole time, I guessed she contacted me some months after she had come here and wanted some help?" His manager said doubtfully. Bill felt betrayed that his manager had had contact with Aurora, even been to her home and discussed her career, safety and privacy. It was he that had helped her find the best security team, prepare events for her presence and guide her into Swedish society. This had happened at the same time he had worked with Bill. 

"You know I couldn't tell you… You didn't have anything to do with her." 

Bill sighed and walked around in the hospital's corridors restlessly. 

"So how is she?" His manager asked. 

"I don't know… She's so positive and I don't know if it's real? She looks like… To be honest, fucking awful and must be in real pain but still she smiles." Bill shook his head to himself and got chest pains just seeing her beaten face in his head. 

"She's stronger than she gets credit for. She sometimes can get treated quite badly, like she is just a bimbo, but she never lets it affect her." 

Bill nodded. He knew that she could let so many things just run off her, she just cried a bit and then continued forward. Many thought she was a sensitive mess but to be able to work like she did she must be able to move on. 

"I will arrange the security team to get her when she leaves the hospital and also a boat that can take her home. But Bill, you leave tomorrow, right?" 

Bill stayed silent. Of course he had thought about his travel to London for work but he didn't really want to think about it. 

"I must fix that in some way… Can you call Rachel and see if they maybe can start the filming without me? I can't just leave Lou." 

His manager was quiet and took a few seconds to muster up the courage to say what he was thinking. 

"But… She has a boyfriend?" 

Now it was Bill's turn to be quiet. He tensed his jaw together in irritation. The only boyfriend she had was him. No other man was important. 

"I can call Rachel and see but I don't think it will be well received," said his manager when he didn't get an answer from Bill.

"Thanks, say it is a serious reason." 

When they had hung up Bill hurried back to Aurora's room but stopped at the doorway. Mattias stood next to Aurora and brushed her long hair. Bill had gotten used to the bruises on Aurora's face and could just see the girl he loved, the most beautiful girl. He stood silent and watched them. They talked softly with each other and Mattias brushed her hair carefully. Bill had done that for her when they were a couple too. Aurora didn't really like when people touched her hair so she had taught him how to do it, anything just to be close. It seemed like she had taught Mattias too and even such a thing made Bill jealous. 

"Hey…" said Aurora softly and gave Bill a small smile. She could see the hurt feeling in his face and felt her heart drop. She should just be with Bill but everytime she thought that, she could hear his words from the night they got high. 

"I will knock you up as soon as I can…"

She shivered with discomfort again by the words and lowered her gaze. She wanted Bill but he wanted a child more than he wanted her. 

Mattias turned around and gave Bill a strained smile. 

'Thanks for taking care of my girl," he said but then turned his eyes away from Bill, excluding him from their bubble. Bill walked closer towards Aurora even if he felt like he didn't have the right to and laid a hand on her knee. He saw at once Mattias looking down at his hand so to spite him he dragged it up Aurora's thigh a bit. 

"You know I'm always here for you, okay?" He said to Aurora softly like he believed it would stop Mattias from hearing. She smiled warmly towards Bill and swallowed down the tears in her throat. She just gave him a nod because if she tried to speak she would start to cry. Bill gave her an intimate kiss on the cheek then he left the room without looking at Mattias. 

××× 

There wasn't a chance for Bill to stay in Sweden a bit longer. He was one of the leads and they needed him at once. When the director asked him why he needed more time at home he didn't have a good answer and that made the director annoyed, which was noticeable when they started to film. He didn't have a way to contact Aurora, he still didn’t have her number but he also felt it was her time to reach out. She knew what he wanted and for some reason she stayed with Mattias. Bill looked through Aurora's Instagram but she didn't have any new posts but she didn't have any posts with Mattias either, they never had come out as a couple but when he scrolled he found the picture of himself with Aurora. She had saved one post with them, the black and white picture, the first picture she posted after their relationship had been known to the public. Bill saw it as a sign, she had a picture of him but no one of Mattias. The relationship with Mattias had never been real. 

His oldest daughter and his brother Gustaf visited him after one week of filming. It was also the day the gossip tabloids had found out about what happened to Aurora and had a Swedish witness, this time obviously one that had seen it all.

Aurora Lou looked horrible and I really felt for her but she seemed to take it as a strong woman and never lost her good mood or her manners. Instead her boyfriend was worried and grumpy. Bill Skarsgård. It was obvious they are a couple again. He cared for her like it was his only job. They're sweet together. 

It was obvious people on set had read the gossip and when before he was met with annoyance for trying to get more free time he was now met with understanding smiles, even from the director. He was suddenly the good boyfriend, caring for his girlfriend who had been abused. On top of that he hadn't spilled anything about it even if people wondered. He was the great boyfriend. It wasn't like he would correct them. He wanted to be Aurora's boyfriend and it was better for him they thought he was a worried boyfriend. For a minute he felt bad for Mattias who had never gotten to claim Aurora as his but the thought ran off him as soon as he thought about Aurora. She would be his again. 

"Are you together?" Gustaf asked when they sat at the hipster-like restaurant. His daughter, who had picked the restaurant, sat between them. She was shaped by South Stockholm and tried to be cultural and climate conscious. Bill gave her a quick look but she already knew so much and was probably his and Aurora's biggest supporter. 

"No, not yet," Bill said and took a sip of his beer. Gustaf just raised his brows and gave him a nod. 

"What’s stopping you?" Asked his daughter and Bill sighed a bit. It was weird that she was listening but she had involved herself in the whole process. 

"Her boyfriend I guess." He gave her a smile and a shrug. She looked at her dad. She was probably one of the people that could read him the best and she had similar ways herself. 

"But there must be something more? She can just dump him." 

Gustaf made a nod and smirked towards Bill. His daughter looked at her uncle and looked proud, like she had said something really good. 

"Yeah.."

Gustaf looked at Bill who had lowered his gaze and scratched a stain he had found on the table. He dusted off the table several times while he sat in deep thought. Gustaf wouldn't say more in front of Bill's daughter even if she actually had good points. It was too sensitive because it wasn't dad Bill who had a relationship with Aurora. It was the man. The teenage boy. The small and sensitive. The horny. The lovesick Bill. Sides of him his daughter never had seen and made it hard for her to understand. Bill wasn't logical and calm when it came to Aurora, his feelings went wild so it wasn't as simple as just getting together with her. Reasons why they still weren't together could be because of the sides his daughter had never seen. 

Early the next morning while Bill's teenage daughter still slept the brothers had time alone and left the dad and uncle roles behind. 

"You know I haven't been… My most happy self…" said Bill while fidgeting with a pen in his hand. 

"But you're with her. I don't think anyone misses that." 

Bill nodded and looked out from the window of the apartment he had rented in London. 

"But I wonder if I'm maybe too much? I am a grown man acting like a teenager." 

Gustaf smirked and took a sip of his coffee. They had just eaten breakfast but had some space for more coffee.

"That's how it should feel being in love! Bill, don't overthink this now. You two are in love, you said yourself she wants you. It's something else that is stopping her so take the time here to think about what that can be and then go home and do everything in your power to get her." 

Bill smiled to himself and looked at his hands. Gustaf was right and it felt like he probably had a chance even if he didn't know how to start. 

From one of the bedroom doors stood his daughter and listened. It was weird hearing her father be so honest and sensitive. But she loved her father so much and she had a great connection with Aurora. Maybe she could talk to her.

××× 

"I think it's quite awful actually." 

Bill looked confused at the other actor sitting across from him at the table while they ate. Bill had just said to an actress that Aurora was in Sweden. He had been in London for two weeks and the filming was in full swing. He looked at the actor who stretched out in his chair. 

"I mean, she got abused and here you are working like nothing happened. She had broken bones and shit right?" Bill gave the guy a tired look. 

"I tried to come later but…" 

"I would have dropped out." 

Bill didn't say anything because he couldn't really say there was another guy there carrying for her. He still wondered if he made the right decision by coming to London. Maybe he should have dropped out and fought for her but it felt hopeless when she didn't seem to want to be with him. Wouldn't she have broken up with Mattias then? 

 What the other actor had said made it hard for him to concentrate and the director wasn't happy at all with him. 

"He should have just stayed home with his girlfriend…" said the actor to a producer. Bill gave them a look, then the director. He had always been professional, always chosen to ignore conflicts. 

"I could have taken care of her otherwise… And I'm younger than him.. " said the actor laughing. Both of the men laughed and he could hear them continue to joke around and sing and mimic Aurora. Bill didn't care anymore. He wouldn't listen to people talking about Aurora like that, especially not after what she had been through. She was more important than any job. 

"Bill? Bill? Your line?" The director's assistant said annoyed and everyone looked at him strangely. Bill sighed deeply and dragged a hair through his hair. 

"I'm outta here." 

"What do you mean by that?" Said the director with an upset tone. 

"That I don't give a fuck anymore. Now I'm going home to Aurora and yeah, I am old and she is young and whatever you want to say. But she is mine." He had turned to the actor and producer and with a proud smirk walked away from the set. It was time for him to go home and do what he really wanted to do. 

××× 

Bill sat in a taxi home from the airport. It hadn't taken many hours for him to come home and it felt better at once. He should be with Aurora. Just like he had been with his daughter when she fell from the playground. It didn't matter what her title was in his life, for him she was one of the most important people.

He had thought about why Aurora was so difficult and he had started to wonder if it was because of something that happened when they were high but he felt she had been distant already before that. Maybe she believed he wouldn't go fully into it? That he would want it his way? 

He didn't have a clue to be honest but he would prove to her he wanted this so badly. 

Aurora stood in her bathroom and made herself ready for the night. She still had bruises on her face but thanks to some products Erica had sent to her she could almost cover it. Her fingers wore bandages and she stood a bit crooked because of the ribs that hadn't quite healed. Even if she tried her hardest to be as pretty as she used to, it was painfully obvious that she had been through something. She let the tears run down her cheeks and thought back to that night. She had more memories now. Memories of all the insults, like whore, slut, American trash, glorified stripper. She remembered the kicks and a man's hands around her throat and how he had spit in her face. 

Maybe she was all the things they accused her to be. The night they were high she had been a real slut and she cried harder now thinking of it. She had tried to not think about it but it was also the first moment she and Bill had some intimacy in more than two years. She thought back about how Mattias had guided her in how to push her tits against Bill's face. How big Bill had smiled and how Mattias just laughed at it. She had giggled too even if she felt dirty. Like a whore. Like that young stupid girl she always wondered if Bill saw her as. Just a glorified hooker he visited in L.A. His real life was in Stockholm and there he would also create a real life, not that pretend relationship he had with her. 

"I just want to knock you up… That's the only thing I want, just see you all fat but sexy…"

His declarations of love were sweet in the beginning but then it was mostly about sex and making her pregnant. She felt cheap and even if Bill said he loved her she wondered if it was in the same way he had loved his children's mother. She didn't want to be just that young girl he could have fun with but so much in the latest months had pointed in that direction. Also Mattias had shown he had a weird view of her when he sold her like a pimp sells his whore. 

Bill should be with someone that was grown up and had class and privacy not someone like her that showed herself in lingerie in the biggest magazines. He needed a safe role model for his girls. But still she had some hope, still she hoped he could prove to her that she wasn't just "daddy's girl". 

××× 

"I called the security, I promise. I just need to go up here for a… thing," she said while standing with Sonny and some other friends outside of an apartment building in South Stockholm. It was a modest house and her friends couldn't see what she needed to do there. Aurora stood in her high white gogo boots and a pink gingham patterned dress. She had her pink denim jacket on her arm and held a neon green handbag from her own brand. Her friends could see some bruises and the bandage on her fingers but with new teeth and great makeup she almost looked like her perfect self again. 

"Okay, promise, and text us when you are done," said Sonny and gave her a hug. Aurora smiled and hugged back tightly. 

"It's Bill…" she whispered to him. She had denied they were a couple to all her friends but she felt the need to be honest to someone and Sonny gave her a warm smile. 

"So hopefully it may take a longer time than we think…" he said so only she heard him. Aurora blushed and looked down at the ground. 

"I don't know what I want… It's so much… And I am complicated…" 

Sonny smirked. 

"So are all the girls, it’s just that they are not as hot as you," he teased and gave her shoulder a pat. Aurora giggled and hugged him again. 

"I promise to text, promise promise," she said and said goodbye to them all before she took a deep breath and walked into Bill's apartment building with a code that had been texted to her. 

She walked up the three flights of stairs to his floor with a beating heart. She wondered what Bill would say. She was afraid he would just want to have sex or want her but would explain why it would never work. While she was a romantic and hoped life would just solve itself, he was a realist and she knew he saw a lot of problems with their relationship. She heard a person on his floor when she walked up the stairs and got nervous. After the abuse she had been much more nervous and afraid to be alone with strangers. She stopped and listened to the person but realized it was Bill's sound. He cleared his voice and sighed while he seemed to search after something. Aurora took some step up to look at him. He was dressed in a gray zip up hoodie and light denim jeans. His cap lay on the floor while he searched for something in his suitcase. Aurora furrowed her brows while looking at him. Had she misunderstood something? He had sent her the invite for tonight by text but hadn't even gotten inside of the door himself. Her heart dropped. This was a sex meeting. He wanted sex after sitting on a plane. Aurora stood in her own thoughts looking at her fingers. She had fixed her nails but it was obvious some of them were totally in acrylic. 

"Lou?" Bill said after looking at her for a few seconds. She looked confused, like she was lost. She looked up at him and for some long seconds they just looked at each other. 

"Do you want to come in?" Bill said, holding up the keys he finally had found. Aurora looked at him confused because it sounded like he was surprised to see her. "Okay…" she said and walked up the last two steps to his floor. Bill looked at her from top to toe, he could see a bit of the bruises but she had done a great job covering them. He wanted to say she was beautiful but didn't dare because he didn't know her reason to be there. He had no idea why she was there. When she stood next to him he unlocked the door and held it open for her so she could walk in. 

"Oh my god…" Aurora giggled when she walked in and looked around in the apartment. Bill smiled to himself but realized what she had giggled at when he stepped in. Everywhere it was hearts. Heart balloons, strings with them and children's drawings of hearts were put on furniture and walls. 

Bill looked around stunned and gave Aurora an amused, confused look. 

"I guess this isn't you?" She said and giggled again. Just when he was about to answer out came his youngest in a white dress. 

"I can take your coats," she said and tried to sound like a real waitress. 

"But…" Bill continued to look around and parked his suitcase against the wall in the hallway. His youngest gave him a bit of an annoyed look that he didn't play along so Aurora gave her, her denim jacket and took off her boots with a smile. Bill scratched his head but then took off his zipper sweater and gave it to his daughter who looked like she was far gone in her role. He smiled and stopped himself from laughing. What was this? 

He and Aurora looked at each other in amazement and while his youngest hung up their jackets his middle daughter came out in the hallway, also dressed in a white dress. She gave them a little bow. 

"I will be your host for tonight…" She was also far gone in her role and had a white linen towel hung on her arm but she gave her father a disapproving look that made her drop character. 

"Daaad, you can't be dressed like that!" 

Bill wore just a white tank top that slightly shifted to gray because he used it so much. He looked at his two youngest daughters in their white dresses, then at Aurora in her corset dress in white and pink. 

"I can change…?" He said tentatively and pulled on the tank top. His daughters seemed to really make an effort so the least he could do was to redress. 

His middle daughter just gave him an assertive nod and Bill stressed away to his bedroom to find something else to wear. He realized then that someone had obviously cleaned and he wondered if it was his daughters or if it was Hilma who had given him that as a goodbye present. 

Aurora looked around at all the hearts and then smiled at Bill's middle daughter. 

"It's beautiful here but I wonder what your plan is?" 

His daughter giggled and gave Aurora a spontaneous hug. 

"We have made the perfect date for you. So you two can get together again." 

Aurora didn't have time to react before she felt Bill's big, warm hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him a bit confused. He looked handsome in a white button up and he had saved his hair from the imprint from the cap with some hair gel. He smiled a little and made Aurora's soul and cheeks warm. 

"Where is Mattias?" He asked carefully. He knew it was really important for her to not cheat so he didn't want to make a move if she wasn't totally comfortable. Aurora stood silent for a moment and looked at Bill up and down. Even if it was just two weeks ago that they saw each other, she had forgotten how he affected her. 

"Eehhh… I don't know." 

Bill furrowed his brows and scratched his neck. He got nervous because he really just wanted to try to kiss her. 

"I don't know… Ehh… We aren't a couple any more." 

Bill smiled big and bent his knees to be able to look at Aurora.

"Yeah? Yeah?"

Aurora looked at Bill with big eyes then at all of his three daughters who was an audience. She giggled a bit uncomfortable. 

"But…" She gave his daughters a look again and his oldest understood the message and said to her sister's to come to the kitchen. Bill didn't seem to even acknowledge what happened around him. He did but the thought about Aurora as single made him forget everything else. 

"Bill… I'm scared…" Aurora whispered and looked down at the floor. She didn't know if scared was the right word but all her inner thoughts made her just see a relationship with Bill as problematic. 

"Dinner is served," said his oldest daughter and looked out from the kitchen at them. She hadn't heard how long they had come in their conversation but believed it now was okay to interrupt them. Both the grown ups smiled at her even if she had interrupted them. She was also wearing a white dress but also an apron. 

The kitchen table was nicely set with candles and napkins with pink hearts. Aurora giggled again and felt Bill's big hand on her waist. She loved the feeling and looked up at him with a smile even if she had before seemed doubtful of a relationship with him. 

"Girls… This is… wow!" Bill said in Swedish and looked at them while they were standing in a row by the stove. He gave the pots a gaze and saw that his oldest made the pasta dish he had taught her. It wasn't anything fancy but he knew Aurora loved pasta. 

"But… How did you get this?" Aurora laughed and held up the champagne bottle that sat on the table. 

"Eija. And Valter helped me find your number Lou, granny has cleaned up here and mom has done the grocery shopping," said his oldest with a big smile. Bill felt his heart beat a bit faster. Has everyone helped? Even his ex? 

"Everyone wants you to be together again!" Said his middle daughter. 

"Me too!" Said his youngest and then ran up to them both and gave them a hug. Bill dragged his hand over her head but looked at Aurora. Her eyes were glassy. She had never thought so many people were on their side. Even the girls' mother.

"We will watch a movie in your bedroom so you can be alone a bit…" said his oldest and took her sister's hands even if the both of them sighed. They wanted to see their dad all lovey dovey and be with Aurora who they hadn't seen for two years. She had made such an impact on them so even if their father has had another girlfriend they have had her as a favorite. 

Alone in the kitchen Bill dragged his hands over his face and laughed with love to his girls. He knew his oldest had done the most work but they were all involved. All of them wanted to just see their dad happy again. 

Aurora giggled and gave him the champagne bottle so he could open it. 

"You know I love you, right?" He said to Aurora while opening the foil on the bottle. She smiled warmly and with a beating heart looked at him opening the bottle. He got a bit nervous by her silence but when he had opened the bottle she dragged him down in a deep kiss. 

"I love you too." 

They ate and drank and talked about easy subjects. It wasn't really time yet to talk about the serious things but when it became silent between them the both of them thought about the next step. Bill wanted to ask her to be his girlfriend again but didn't know if he could handle another rejection. He still couldn't understand why she was so difficult and now also wondered why she was scared.

 Aurora thought about every insecurity she had; was she too young? Was she cheap? Did he want a baby? Could he handle her lifestyle? Was he ready for all the complications there could be being together with a pop star in her 20s? 

Bill wiped his mouth and looked at Aurora in the candle light. He could see how deeply she was thinking so he let her have some time to think. He wondered if she thought about leaving. Maybe she didn't want this after all. 

"Psst..!" 

Bill looked up and saw his oldest daughter in the doorway to the kitchen. 

"Ehh… When you're done… Can we switch rooms then? They're starting to get hungry…" 

Aurora looked at her and giggled and stood up with her wine glass in hand. Bill stood up too and saw it as a good sign she giggled. 

"Absolutely. Thank you honey, for this. You're amazing." Said Bill in Swedish and gave his daughter a forehead kiss before they switched rooms. He gave his other daughters each a kiss on their head then he and Aurora closed the bedroom door behind them and the champagne bottle. 

Bill stood and looked at her while she made herself comfortable in his bed. He held the bottle in one hand and his glass in the other. Aurora looked at him with a smile but then looked down at her legs where you now could see greenish bruises. She felt a bit self-conscious and tried to find a position where Bill couldn't see as much of her legs. He could see how her face changed from a sweet smile to sadness and he put the bottle and glass down on the night stand before sitting down at the foot of the bed. Carefully he took a hold of her wrists and with a soft but determined movement he dragged her legs out so he could see every bruise. Aurora looked at him with big eyes when he started to kiss the marks.

"I love every part of you, even when you're hurt okay? You're always perfect," He said between kisses and looked up at her with big eyes. 

"...even if I am a slut?" She asked with shiny eyes. Bill laid his cheek against her knee and waited for more information. He knew she wasn't a slut in any way so his face was neutral.

Aurora sat up and dragged her hand through his hair that was soft but a bit greasy with products. 

"I know… Those guys were right? I am cheap… I show myself in lingerie, I cheat, I call you daddy I… I am young and stupid and just want you." 

Bill took her hand in his and smiled. 

"Nothing of that makes you a slut. You can google my dick. If you're a slut I am too! But I want to be your slut?" He said with a little smile and Aurora laughed with the tears streaming down her cheeks. 

"Even if I don't want kids?" 

"I just want you." He laid down next to her but she searched for closeness at once and straddled his hips so her short dress rode up. 

"Even if my life is chaotic?" 

"I just want you." Bill said again and dragged her head down so they could kiss. They kissed a few times until Bill felt a stir in his jeans. 

"But we can be filthy right? I love being filthy with you," asked Bill.

Aurora bit her lip and kissed him again. 

"Once a daddy's girl…" she whispered and Bill slapped her ass. 

"Hey…!" She laughed. Bill smirked. 

"What? I will be dirty and possessive and sometimes feel that the thought of you as pregnant being kinky. But I love you. All of you." 

Aurora laughed and dragged her finger over Bill's lower lip. 

"I love you too but I was more thinking about your daughters? Maybe you shouldn't be dirty right now?" She teased but wiggled over his cock. Bill threw his head back and laughed. 

"Oh right. I forgot about them." He continued to laugh and so did Aurora. 

"They are so sweet, I want you but I want to have them in my life too." 

Bill smiled warmly and kissed her hands and arms. 

"For better or worse…" whispered Bill and rolled around so he laid over her instead. 

"I want you." 

××× 

One year later… 

The pictures of them were dreamy on an early morning in a summer field with wildflowers. It was in Sweden, in the countryside. The light was bright in a way it could only be in Scandinavia where the sun never went down. As a contrast to the natural environment, they were dressed in expensive couture on every picture. Bill in well pressed suit pants and button ups in the finest silk. Aurora wore extravagant dresses and had extensions so her already long full hair was even more massive. It had even been romantic to do the photoshoot, barefoot in the summer morning and even if they didn't have the plan to make the interview into an engagement interview it was what it became when you could see Aurora's diamond ring and Bill's simple gold engagement ring on every picture. 

What can we expect from you in the future?

Bill: We hope to do more things together. Share everything. We’re both creative people. 

Aurora: Yeah, new exciting things. I even think Bill can sing if he wants to! 

Bill: No, no. We’ll let that be. *Laughs* 

Can we expect a wedding?

Aurora: No. But yes. We will have a wedding but it's just for us. 

But Bill, this is your first marriage and you're 44 years old. Why now? 

Bill: Because of Aurora. Because of our love but also, I guess I'm finally old enough. *Laughs* 

×

[brynnmclean]

My sports bras have betrayed me.

[darklcy]

4 n 14 comfort w my beloved seashell boy armin :)

OHHH MY HEART. I HEART THIS BOY

༅｡comfort prompt list . attack on titan masterlist.｡༅

↳ prompt : going to s/o after uncomfortable situation : what happened? who did this?”

↳ pairing : armin arlert x reader | Attack on Titan

↳ warnings : uncomfortable mentions of creepy flirtatious behavior, but nothing explicit! some swearing and mentions of anxiety

↳ word count : 1.6k

Sour was the taste left on the budded texture inside your mouth.

Or, maybe it was vile.

Bread remnants? Dry spit? Now you can't remember.

Perched across the wood, adjacent to another soldier who's name you didn't catch, was an older man in the Survey Corps..

..and he was smiling. At you.

His name served no rank or leadership, just a plain veteran soldier in the regiment. Technically, he laid in the same ranks as you, only difference being the distance between ages.

His presence was...repulsive. Crumbs of bread and vegetables jammed his teeth, and his odor reeked of sweat and musk. You could pick up on the stench from all the way over the wide-set table, and each time his face spun your way your nostrils winced.

And for some reason, he wouldn't stop grinning at you. With Jean to your right and Sasha to your left, your attempts of dissembling his lurking with conversation only served you little, as you could still feel his gawking through the corner of your eye.

"Hey, [First], didn't you say Armin was coming? Where is he?"

Jean inquired after gulping down his cup. You blinked out of your daze, glancing up at the cadet with a small grin.

"Oh, yeah, he was but he wanted to finish this book...He's in his room, I bet."

"Armin? The little lad with the weird haircut? Why are you concerned about him, [Last]?"

Jean didn't miss the way your body curled in on itself the moment the man spoke a word. Hesitantly, you met his leering stare with a nervous chuckle.

"Um, because he's my friend..?"

"Just friends? I thought you two were-,"

Your elbow jammed into Sasha's ribs before she could punctuate her statement. The veteran's eyebrow quirked.

"More than friends, then? Sorry if I'm intruding but, isn't he a little..." His expression scrunched up. "Out of your taste..?"

The skin between your brows pulled together. "I'm sorry..?"

"Well, it's just that, he's a bit short and not as well developed. Surely you know better than to run off with a boy like him, right?"

Okay, now it was time to evade. Jean and Sasha bore their own glares of distaste towards the soldier, but you abruptly rose from your seat, tray in hand.

"It's really none of your business, sir. Have a nice night."

Stepping out of the bench, you shook your head with a deep frown while trudging over to the tray drop off. The nerve of some people. Who was he to comment on your love life, especially on the person you were currently seeing? As if he knows any better about who Armin was-

"Pardon me, [Last], but I don't appreciate being brushed off as rudely as you did a second ago. As your senior, I expect more from you. More respect."

Just as you whirled around to exit, your nose barely grazed the satin fabric of his dress shirt, his body looming way too close for comfort. The proximity caused you to gulp, eyes slowly trailing up to his sneer.

"All I did was politely make a suggestion. No need for the disrespect. Surely you understand that, right?"

All rebuttals fluttered away into the swirls of your nerves. Your mouth quivered as it hung open, vocal cords refusing to respond back. His grin stretched at your panic, his hand raising to stroke your hair. Before the tips of his fingers could touch your tresses, Jean intervened with a push to your shoulder, his body taking your place.

"I suggest you back off before things get messier."

Oh the relief was exhilarating. The gears of your lungs kicked back into motion as you sighed through your nose, a hand unconsciously coming up to your chest to calm your rapid heartbeat.

The veteran clicked his tongue to his teeth in annoyance as he sauntered off, but not before sparing you one last glance. Jean turned to you with a relaxed grin.

"Glad I made it in time."

You nodded with a breathy scoff, your eyes darting all around the room.

"I...I'm gonna go see Armin."

Jean patted your shoulder with a heavy hand. "Good idea."

Finally making eye contact you thanked him with another nod, breaking away from him to head for the exit.

--

Armin jolted the second your fist made contact with the wood of his door, his narrowed concentration broken as his eyes peeled away from book pages to his room entrance.

"W-Who is it?"

"..It's me. Um. Can I come in...?"

The tightness in his face faded as he beamed, a faint pinkness rising to his cheeks. Marking his place with a bookmark, he smoothed down his shirt while rising from his bed. Wrapping his hand around the doorknob, he leisurely pulled it open to meet you with a warm smile, only for it to drop at the sight of your anxious form.

"Woah, are you alright..?"

Stepping aside for you to enter, his nerves heightened, his thoughts springing out different scenarios of what events you'd just experienced.

"Here, sit."

Guiding you to his bed, the blonde sat himself down beside you, watching you try to take up as little space as possible. He refrained any physical contact in case it'd trigger more anxieties, so he waited for you to speak, his hands nervously moving up and down his thighs.

Your hands interlocked themselves together and fiddled in your lap, the skin of your lips going in between your teeth. Your leg bounced as you stared straight forward, as if you were alone in your own room instead of his.

"[First]..? What happened? Who did this?"

You finally turned to look at him, but only for a mere second, as your gaze fell down to the mattress.

"I, uh..I.."

The image of you trembling like this broke his heart. He couldn't hold back anymore as he raised an arm to embrace your waist, softly pulling you closer towards him. His chest tightened when your head rolled to lay on his shoulder, your legs scooting closer to rest beside his.

"I was at dinner...with Jean and Sasha."

You started, pausing to prick the skin of your cuticles.

"This guy, I don't even know his name. He sat across from us, and I noticed he was kind of...weird. He was giving me these really creepy looks and smiling...I don't know."

Armin stiffened up, his blonde brows furrowing. Still, he remained quiet.

"At some point, Jean asked where you were, and I said you were in here reading. And then this guy just started making these comments, about you, about our relationship.. I finally... stood up to leave and told him it was none of his business, but then he fucking cornered me and went on about respect and all that bullshit. Saying he was my fucking senior! Like what the fuck!"

Your voice wavered in and out as the scene created heat behind your eyes. Armin gasped as your hands cupped your face, a couple muffled sniffles escaping through the gaps of your fingers.

His free hand brought your knees to lay over his thighs before taking your other side, your body now turned towards him. His fingers traced patterns into your back while his cheek leaned against the top of your head.

"..And then Jean came to tell him off. Which, I was, very relieved by.. If he hadn't shown up...that fucking creep was about to try something. I could see it in his eyes. God, he was so..!"

"Shh. Shh."

Uncovering your face, your arms embraced his middle to bring him impossibly close. If there was any space left between you before, it was diminished now by your embrace, your need to feel his comfort and security.

"Hey.."

Moving away just barely, Armin caressed the tender skin of your cheeks, adjusting your face to meet his eyes. The beautiful pools of cerulean you loved so much.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, but I'm so, so proud of you for evading the situation. You trusted your gut, and left when he was making you uncomfortable. It takes a lot to leave a situation like that."

You sniffled as more tears filled up your eye ducts.

"But...if Jean hadn't showed up the second time, he would've..."

"You did the best you could in the situation, lovey. No point in thinking what could've happened, because what's important is you got out of there. He didn't get the upper hand on you. Not one bit."

A wobbly grin broke out on your lips.

"I'm so proud of you."

Armin spoke again while pulling you in for another hug, one hand holding the back of your head to stroke your hair. You clung onto him as another sob left you, your face hiding in the fabric of his shirt.

"I'll have a word with the Captain tomorrow. I'll take care of it, so you don't have to worry about that creep again. Okay?"

You nodded into him, arms tightening around his torso. His eyelids fluttered shut as he nestled more into your warmth, not finding anywhere else he'd rather be.

The next evening you were pleasantly surprised when you approached the usual table and the vacant spot across the table greeted you. Turning your head side to side to search the mess hall, the face of that creep was nowhere to be found.

Sitting next to Armin, who beamed at you while removing his hand from the saved spot, you gave him a shy grin. The blonde didn't say a word more about the uncomfortable interaction, or what exactly he said to the Captain, but as a pair of veterans waltzed by your table...

"Did you hear about what happened to Nicolas today? Caught the end of it, but apparently the Captain gave him a rough beating."

"Not just that! The poor sod was terminated from the regiment! He's apparently leaving for his hometown after he recovers in the infirmary."

"Wow! Wonder what happened that got him so screwed up."

You almost spat out your drink. Glancing at Armin, his smile only grew as he sipped his cup.

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A/N: moral of the story levi, jean, and armin say fuck creepy old men who make women uncomfortable!!!!

[waywardscorpio]

His Queen & Her King

Taglist: @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl @phoenixoffiretwo @luna-loo @scuzmunkie @fanfiction-san​ @superdakotawinchesterus​

Chapter 2

Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Pissed off Jeff, Readers Dad Triple H, Godfather Shawn Michaels and Uncles Kane and Undertaker, Pregnant!Reader kidnapped.

*Third Person POV*

*A month after the road trip and Jeff, putting another bundle of joy inside his mate*

Y/N was walking through the hallway of the arena while she had one hand on her belly and the other carrying her bag of food and drink. Her baby belly was a little more noticeable now. "Hey Y/N" Undertaker said. "Hey, Uncle Taker." She said looking up at him. "How are you doing?" She asked. "I'm doing fine. How are you and the little ones doing?" She looked up at him confused; because she thought she was only pregnant with one. "The doctor only said, one baby." She said softly. "You don't know do you?" He asked her. "Know what?" She asked. "You're a very rare type of human omega that can get pregnant even though you're already pregnant. It isn't dangerous to you or the babies. But it will put you in danger. Some Alpha's will do whatever it takes to have you and that includes holding you captive and breeding you to make soldiers or a small army" He said. He's older than some people actually know. "But I won't let any harm you." Taker said to her before walking down the hallway.

Y/N, let the words from Undertaker go around and around in her head as she walks to Jeff's locker room. "Hey, Babe." He replied as she walked into the room. "Hey, Darlin'," Y/N replied back to her as she was looking at him from across the room. "We need to have a talk tonight after work." She said to him as she looks at him. "Are you okay? Is the baby hurt? What is wrong?" Jeff said standing up and moving swiftly towards his love. "I am okay. The baby is okay. We just need to talk. I'm not leaving you before you even ask that question next." She said as she looks up at him rubbing his cheek. Jeff relaxed into her soft gentle touch.

"I think you should stay near Undertaker for my match. I have a feeling something is off and it gonna get ugly tonight." Jeff said getting an unsettling feeling that something isn't bad is going to happen and Jeff trusted Undertaker with Y/N's life more than anyone besides her parents. "But I'm supposed to go out there with you tonight Baby," Y/N said to him as she looked at him. "I know Babe, I want you to go out there too. But I have an uneasy feeling that something is going to happen tonight and I don't want you getting in the line of fire or our baby." Jeff said walking to her and carefully rubbing her belly. "Alright, I'll stay by Undertaker tonight." She said looking up at him.

Jeff walked Y/N to where Undertaker was at so, he knew she made it there safely and unharmed. "Hey Taker. Is it okay that she stays with you? I have an uneasy feeling that something is going to happen." He said looking at the taller male. "Yes, she is more than welcome." He said as he looks at a very reluctant Y/N. "As soon as my fight is over Baby, I will be right back here before going anywhere else." He said kissing her lips gently rubbing her cheek and her belly. "Please be careful out there tonight" She said resting her head against his chest. "I will Baby." Jeff said promising the love of his life he would be careful.

Jeff, walked out to the ring getting ready to fight tonight. "This match will be turned into 4 on 4 tag team match. It will be Jeff, Matt, Triple H and Shawn Michaels Vs Edge, Christian, Sheamus and Finn Balor." Lillian announce to the crowd and viewers at home to hear. Y/N's head shot up looking at the tv wide eyes. "No, that wasn't the match he was supposed to be in. Who changed it?" She exclaims looking up at Taker who grabs her hand and heading towards Stephanie's office. "Momma, Dad can't fight and Uncle Shawn can't either." Y/N held her belly on instinct. "I tried to stop the match before it was made. Someone changed it before consulting with us first. Nothing I can do to change it." Steph was furious that someone did this and was about to rip someone a new asshole. "Uncle Taker and Kane please take Daddy's and Uncle Shawn places. They can't fight and the person knows that. They'll be at a disadvantage." She pleads at the two males. Kane looks at Undertaker. "I'll fight tonight." Taker was having a internal battle with himself because he told Jeff, Y/N wouldn't leave his side till the match was over. "Please Uncle Taker" Y/N began to cry in desperation. "Okay Lil One. I will do it. But on the condition you stay by your mother at all times no mater what. Jeff will just have to understand." He said walking out with Kane, and heading to the ring. "I promise" She called out. She hugged her mother tightly. "I got you Baby Girl" She said hushing her Childs cries.

Lightening rang through the arena as Takers music came on and fire surrounds the ring. Jeff sees Kane and Undertaker walking down the ramp. "I have been informed that Triple H and Shawn, will be taken out the match and Undertaker and Kane will be put into the match instead." Lillian announce but silently sighs in relief. "Y/N is supposed to be with you" Jeff said to Taker quietly. "Calm Jeff. She begged us to come out because she knew you'd be at a disadvantage since her Daddy Triple H and uncle Shawn are still healing from two weeks ago. She didn't want you guys to take a chance yourselves considering you two have a tag team title match coming at WrestleMania." Kane said. "I much rather my pregnant mate be safe than myself." Jeff said. Kane and Taker understood his point but also couldn't leave their fellow wrestlers defenseless. "She is safe I promise you. She is with her mother and her momma's ready to rip someone a new Asshole." Undertaker said to him.

Jeff didn't fight with the older man. He knew Y/N, was safe either way. As the match got started Matt and Edge started it off. They didn't hold back on each other either. Lefts and rights were thrown hard and on purpose. "Come on Matt" Kane holler holding his hand out for Matt to tag him in. Matt kicked him Edge in the ribs which gave him the leverage he needed to get away from him so he can tag in Kane. Kane steps over the ropes and started hitting Edge with right, Lefts and wasn't giving him any breathing room. Edge uppercuts Kane when he gets the chance which stuns him and Edge is able to tag in Balor. He has a advantage for a few seconds before Jeff was tagged in and went to town on Balor. Jeff was letting his anger out on his opponent. "You got this Jeff come on" Matt said cheering on his brother. Jeff had twisted his arm behind him and leads him to his corner to tag in the Undertaker.

The match was drawing to a end when Undertaker was tagged back in. He hit Christian with the Tombstone Piledriver and with a count of three Jeff and the others got in the ring raising the Undertakers hand who won them the match. After the mini celebration in the ring everyone walked out. Edge stops Jeff to give him a message. "Hey look I know we aren't the best of friends but I wanna let you know that I saw someone watching your car earlier after you guys got here and someone was following Y/N. It is someone new because I don't know the persons face or scent." Edge said. "Thank you, Edge. I have an uneasy feeling tonight's not over with. whoever made this match done it on purpose but didn't expect Kane and Undertaker to step in." Jeff said to him. "Lita has been uneasy all night worried saying they're coming but didn't get to see their faces when she had a vision. Just be safe." Edge said before walking over to Lita. Jeff mouths a thank you to her. She only nodded her head in response.

Jeff walked to his mother-n-laws office and walked in. "Hey Baby. How are you and the baby?" Jeff asked his mate as he rubbed her back and belly knowing she is tired. "We are perfect. Just tired. How much longer till we can go home?" She asks her mate. "We will be staying with someone for a while. Just got a message from a friend that someone has been watching us and following." Jeff said to Y/N. She whimpered a little in fear. "What?" They heard Steph say. "Baby go get your stuff while I talk to your mom and dad okay?" She nods her head softly. Undertaker was in ear lengths and stayed near her walking her to the dressing room to get her things while Jeff talked to her parents. "Edge stopped me after the match to let me know that people have been following me and Y/N since we been here, and that the scent is unfamiliar and not known around here. He also mentioned Lita had a vision that someone is coming but she couldn't see their faces." Jeff said to Triple H and Steph. "Why are they after you or her or both of you?" Steph asked. "I don't know but I think is has something to do with her being pregnant by me." He said to her. "Whatever it takes you protect her, you here me?" Triple H said to him. "Yes Sir. I'll give my last breath to protect her if that's what it take for her to live." Jeff said unknowing that that statement was about to be put to the test.

While Jeff is taking to Steph and Triple H, Y/N is getting her stuff ready to go when the lights in the building suddenly shut off and came back on. In a blink of an eye Y/N was gone. Jeff ran down the hallway to his dressing room. "Holy hell. Taker are you good?" Jeff asked helping him up. "I was hit over the head after the lights went out. When they came back on she was gone." He said to Jeff, holding the back of his head. "It is newbies trying to rise up through the business so, their going after one of the top dogs here. Y/N's going to be their pawn to use as an advantage. They know no, one will do anything to harm her but they know you will go looking for her. If it comes down to it they'll do unspeakable things to her. Especially since they know she is able to get pregnant multiple times at once. She is a Human Omega it is rare for ones like her to be able to carry more than one baby at a time." Undertaker said to Jeff. Jeff paces thinking at what way he can approach this with out his Omega Mate getting hurt. "Jeff you aren't in this alone." Shawn said walking in the room with Kane, walking over to his brother and checking the back of his head. "We will fight with you over her" Triple H said. "Just be ready for a battle to start." Steph said.

"The battle started the minute the took her." Jeff said calm and deadly. Steph smiled to her husband knowing they picked a good man for their daughter. Jeff walked out to the ring and grabbed a mic. He was careful and tactical with his words even with how angry he was. He won't give the kidnappers the satisfaction to see his pain because once he does they have the power. "You come here" He said to a camera man. "Sir?" he said stepping in the ring with Jeff. "I want you to tape this live." He said. The male nods his head in fear sensing the anger and absolute power dripping off the man. He put the cam on his shoulder and began to tape. "I hope you sick fuckers are listening. You think it was wise for you take a mans pregnant mate. Especially a dangerous man like me who will stop at nothing to get her back. You wanted a battle? A battle you can't possibly come out standing on top. We will see who is left standing when I am done with you because you opened the gates of hell and stepped into my cage!!!" He said looking into the cam. "I won't be alone when I get my hands on you."

"Just know if she has so much as a scratch on her.. Well I show just how sadistic I am when I'm provoked or pushed." Jeff said. "Oh one more thing. Y/N Darlin' I'm coming for you." He adds. She heard her Alpha on the tv and she smiles to herself knowing the men that took her are about to know why Jeff is one of the most feared men in the Wwe besides Undertaker and Kane. "What are you smiling about whore?" One said. "You fucked up. You'll see just what he is going to do to you

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Min Yoongi Fanfiction (Part 3)

I haven't seen my "man" in the 5 solid months since we "got together". At this point I wasn't even sure if I had one anymore. We've talked almost every single day but for the past month, Yoongi has been irritable. He's been cutting phone calls short, doesn't video chat me anymore, and always says "you wouldn't understand" when I ask if anything is wrong.

He's scheduled to be here in California tonight. He'll be arriving around 7 pm so I'm currently making dinner for him. I asked him what he wanted and he said a home cooked meal. Being that he's from Korea I asked him whats his favorite home cooked meal that his mom makes and he told me "You're not my mother, so why would you want to make what she makes?"

I left it alone after that and just decided to make him American dishes. I'm making my favorites and various meats. Honestly i'm making too much and I started very early this morning at about 4. Now it was 2 pm and my dad and little sister were here.

"Honey, that's a lot of food. You say you and this young man have only been together for 5 months and you're going all out for him. Are you sure this isn't....too much?"

"Dad, I don't know what he likes so its not too much, plus I'm giving you and Joy some of everything. You won't have to cook for at least a week. That's a good thing."

"I just don't want to see you hurt. If you're dating shouldn't you know his favorite thing to eat?"

"Daddy...please." I said suddenly feeling scared.

Yoongi has seemed really moody lately. I just want to fix it. We cant break up before we really even have a chance.

"Alright baby girl. Make sure I get a lot of those potatoes. You know I can eat those everyday." He said pointing over my shoulder at the huge pot of potatoes I was boiling on the stove.

"Of course, daddy."

I was making mashed potatoes, cornbread, corn beef and cabbage, chicken (both fried and baked), steak, corn, string beans, broccoli, asparagus, macaroni and cheese, sweet potatoes, ribs, spaghetti and salmon croquettes, rice, pork chops and biscuits. I know its a lot but I don't know what he likes. I also made a gumbo.

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I stepped out of the shower at 7pm on the nose.  I didn't want to see him for the first time in months smelling like chicken and grease. Major turn off.

Assuming it was safe to dress comfortably I put on leggings and a graphic tee. Then I combed my wet hair into a single braided ponytail.

Next was for me to wait. I sat down in my living room and texted my sister. She was asking me how the date was, to keep her updated and to ask about the other guys in BTS.

I texted her back telling her that she doesn't need any type of feedback on my dating life cause she's too young. But I told her I will ask about her "boys".

I was switching between different apps when I finally got a text from Yoongi. It said he was close.

I stood up because I was feeling way too anxious. Pacing back in forth between my couches.

Finally the door bell rang. Quickly, I walked to the front door. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

In front of me was Yoongi. His face was pretty expressionless but he looked good. Better than I remembered. As I stared at the handsome man before me I began to smile. "Hey Yoongi." I said as I stepped aside so he could come in. "Hey." He said walking in. He watched me close and lock the door but didn't say anything else. "You.....you look good. How was the flight?" I asked as I tried to think of something to say. "Thanks. It was....long. So..." he replied as he adjusted his bag. "I'm sorry. But atleast you get to relax and get comfortable tonight right?" "Right." He said dryly. I could see he was still irritable and grouchy like he's been all month. Hopefully food would fix it.

"Well, you can just drop your bag right by the stairs and we can eat. I know you're hungry after that long flight."

He nodded his head as he walked slowly to put his bag down.

I lead him into the kitchen. "Okay, so there is a lot of stuff here. I didn't know what you would like so I made lots of different stuff. So eat what you like." I handed him a plate and stepped back.

He took it and walked over to the island. Every time he opened a lid or top I would tell him what it is. Occasionally I would apologize because he didn't know what it was. It was a nerve wracking thing, I felt so nervous watching him.

Once he filled his plate he asked for another one. After handing him one he filled it with all of the meat I made.

He walked over to the table and sat down with both of his plates. "Do you need me to heat anything up?" I asked.

"No." I nodded once before I walked off to make my own. When I sat down in front of him I was shocked to see how much he had already eaten. I didn't say anything though, and we ate in silence because I didn't want to upset him. ————

After dinner he had got up and went straight to the sink to wash out his dishes. I began putting food away in the fridge. Thank god for my dad taking home half of everything cause I wouldn't have had enough space for this.

When I found a place for everything I noticed Suga was leaning against the wall by the doorway watching me. "You okay?" I asked as I walked over to him, "Yeah. Where can we sit and talk?"

I led us to the living room and sat down on the couch. He stood a few feet in front of me. He was just looking at me, standing there with his hands in his pocket. "What's wrong Yoongi?" "Thank you for dinner." He bypassed my question. "It was my pleasure." I told him genuinely.

A few moments of silence passed before he spoke again. "You have a nice house." "Thank you." I replied. "It's um....really nice. Like, big and extravagant." "Yes.....you could say that." "How are you able to afford it?" I was taken aback. Like what was this about? Why was he concerned? "I don't have to "afford" it." I use air quotes when I said afford. "It's mine. I bought it, I own it. I'm able to pay my bills thanks to my job." I could feel my attitude coming on. "As a hairstylist?" "Yes." "Hairstylist money bought you this house?" "Not completely, but hairstylist money has provided me with all of the things inside of it." "Okay, so what did you do to get money for the house." "Excuse me?" "How were you able to afford the house?" "Okay. Wait just a second. What is this about, and what are you getting at? It seems like you have something to say and it would probably just be easier if you get to the point."

"Okay..."

I shrugged my shoulders in a "ok and i'm waiting" gesture.

"Well what I'm really trying to ask....is.....do you do anything else to get money?"

I stared at him unblinking for quite some time.

"Say it."

"I did."

"No, say what you think I do for money."

Now it was his turn to stare at me, unblinking.

"hello?"

"Alright, fine." He took a deep breath. "Are you a stripper?"

5...4...3...2...1.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

He looked surprised by my outburst, but then he covered his reaction with a stoic expression.

"People who shouldn't even know who you are do, and a few of my friends from Korea say you look familiar and they only come to America for 1 thing. Lets not forget to mention the types of pictures you take and your.....butt."

"So....some Korean people that probably think all black people look the same got you thinking I'm a stripper? And my butt? My butt? I don't even know what to say to that. It's big yeah but it's not fake. People know who I am because I work with celebrities and I am damn good at my job. And excuse the hell out of me for sending you pictures of me. I didn't know that you would think I was a stripper because of it. The money for the house came from my mom's insurance and will after her death. Fuck you Yoongi." I stood up and walked past him out to the foyer. Before going up the stairs I turned around. "You can sleep in whatever room you want, and anything you may need should be in there. If you don't mind being in my fucking stripper house." Then I proceeded up the stairs.

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An hour had gone by since I came upstairs. I was in my room fuming when my phone rang. It was Yoongi. I waited until it stopped ringing so I could continue watching videos on my phone.

A few seconds later my door opened. I looked up from my phone and seen Yoongi standing in my doorway. He was wearing a white t-shirt and shorts so I'm assuming he just showered.

"(y/n)."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Very sorry. I don't know what I was I thinking. Or why I thought what I said made sense. I'm sorry for my disrespect."

I wanted to forgive him but I just couldn't shake my attitude. I was so mad. Just as I was about to express my frustrations he began talking.

"Look, lately I've been frustrated. I was feeling like this, us, was a bad idea. We live so far apart and have such different cultures it was overwhelming to think of all of the work we have to do to actually have a relationship. Then on top of that we hardly know each other because we don't have experiences together, sure we "told" each other everything we think there is to know about ourselves but that's never enough. I didn't want to make a commitment without truly knowing you. You understand?"

"So now what?"

"I don't know. We can't cram everything into my free days. We just don't have enough time to truly get to know each other. So....I don't know."

"Sounds like you know to me." I said.

He looked down, then off to the side.

"Well, whatever you decide, I'm....cool with." I lied. "But as I said before, make yourself comfortable anywhere you'd like. My home is still open to you while you're here."

"Thank you." He said.

There was brief moment of silence before he waved and then walked out of the room.

I wanted to cry I was so mad. I just felt like we haven't even tried. But that's what my forward ass gets for always tryna make something happen.

————— I had just finished eating lunch when I walked out to my backyard. I turned on my speakers and Lupe Fiasco boomed through. I started stretching before I began playing basketball. I'm too lazy to stay in shape in other ways so I always use this as my opportunity for cardio every week. I could do more but I'm not.

35 minutes into my "cardio" I heard someone say wow from behind me. Turning around, I saw Yoongi on the patio watching me. I'm still a little salty so I just continued what I was doing without acknowledging him further. A little while later Yoongi caught the basketball after I missed the shot.

"You play basketball?" "All throughout grade school. Stopped in college." I said wiping the sweat off my forehead with the towel I kept in my pocket. "You never told me that." "Oh." "Can I play?" "Sure." I was about to turn and leave but he stopped me. "I mean with you." He said. "Oh...yeah. Sure."

As we were playing one on one I noticed that he was a really defensive player. So far I had just been playing politely but the more the game went on, the more I saw his face, the angrier I got. So now, I was gonna play for real.

My shift in stance and seriousness didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi. He smirked. He thought he would by pass me but he couldn't. I was there, guarding him at every turn and move he made. The only thing he could do was try to take the shot. When he went for it, I stole the ball. After making my shot his mouth dropped open. When I came back to him and passed him the ball I told him to close his mouth before something flew in. Immediately he closed it shut. His face changed too and I noticed he was now determined to win. Good. He'll be crying by the end of this game.

I won. Much to Yoongi's dismay. "You're good." He told me as he stood there breathing heavily. "So are you." Before he could say anything else I went into my house. I went straight to my bathroom to shower. Maybe 10 minutes of being in there I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it. I was still in my feelings so I really didn't want to talk to Yoongi. I heard the door open but didn't care. "(Y/n)." Yoongi said. "What?" "Can I talk to you." "You are already...so..." "Why are you being so cold to me?" I bursted out into laughter. Real belly aching laughter. "Okay. I guess I understand that." Yoongi said. "Look, you never told me that you played ball. That's an example of what I mean about us not knowing everything due to our distance." "Okay." I said nonchalantly. "That's something we could've bonded over." "Mhm." He sighed loudly. "It's difficult to be with someone when you don't have things in common." "We had a lot of things in common Yoongi, basketball isn't the only thing." "Like what?" He asked. I inwardly rolled my eyes as I washed my hair. "Nothing. Cause you obviously didn't take much interest in our conversations to notice." "It hard to notice someone's characteristics through the phone. So if you don't say it directly then I don't know."

"I could say I'm a serial killer, but just because I said it doesn't make it true."

"Okay I wouldn't think you would lie to me about who you are though." He said catching my hint.

"People lie everyday B." "What?" "Nothing." "How can you be...upset with me, when you know you haven't told me things about you. You know I love basketball but you didn't tell me that you did too. What else haven't you told me? The reason I was so frustrated was because I felt like I didn't know you."

"I showed you everything about myself, it's not my fault if you couldn't tell."

"We live on opposite sides of the world.....I can't decipher you over the phone."

"I know that you're sensitive, introverted, playful, strong, ambitious, stubborn and caring to the ones you love without you having to tell me. Important things I've noticed over the phone without you being direct and telling me. It's not about being able to decipher me over the phone it's about wanting to know me or not. You didn't care to know me. That's the problem. And I mean.....it's okay. You don't have to be interested in me. But don't try to make it seem like it's because of things I didn't say."

He was quiet for quite some time. The whole time it took me to wash the conditioner out of my hair it was silent.

Not caring to wait for his response I stepped out of the shower. I grabbed my towel off the rack and began drying off quickly. Then I wrapped the towel around my body and walked over to the mirror to view my curls I've worked so hard to make prominent. The mirror was too foggy to see out of. I turned to the door, where Yoongi was frozen. His cheeks were slightly pink and his mouth was open.

I didn't care that he saw me naked. "Excuse me." I said. He stepped aside from in front of the door and opened it for me. I walked out into my room and grabbed my hair towel that I keep folded tightly by my vanity and dried my hair to stop it from dipping. When I saw my curls I smiled. "Yessss. Okay now curls." I said to myself. I was very proud that my natural curl pattern was a lot more defined now.

I walked over to one of my dressers and started taking out clothes to wear when my phone rang. It was my little sister.

"Hey Joy." I said using her nickname mom gave her. "Hey Pride. Um....I know Suga is there but I need your help." "Now what does Suga being here have to do with anything? You know you can come over here no matter what. What do you need help with?" "My hair." She laughed. "Oh I'm thinking it was an emergency or something, but okay. Is dad gonna bring you?" "Yes. We'll be there in like 30 minutes." "Okay." "Bye love you." "Love you too."

I hung up and began getting dressed. "Do you want me to leave?" Yoongi asked. "You already seen me naked there's no difference now." I said. "No not because of that because your family is coming over."

I looked at him, and noticed that he wasn't looking at me. I sighed.

"Of course I don't want you to leave. You only have one day left to relax. You can stay here." "Okay." He said before he walked out of the room. ————

"Wow." I turned around and saw Suga near the stairs behind me. "What?" I asked as I finished locking the door my family just left out of. He didn't answer me right away. He walked over to me and stopped when we were practically touching. "You're.......amazing." I blinked. "Why do you say that?" "The way you are with your family. It's......adorable....and I like it." I thought about how Suga watched very interestedly as I did my sister's hair, how he talked to dad about music and both of their careers and how he seemed to really enjoy the conversation. It was so attractive to me, to see him being so pleasant with them and seeming relaxed. That didn't matter now though.

"Thanks." I said "Sure." He smiled at me. "You know what I know about you?" He asked. "What?" "You're caring." He kissed me. My body, moving on its own accord made me kiss him back immediately. Unfortunately he broke the kiss. "You're protective." He kissed me again. "Silly." Kiss "Outgoing" Kiss "Smart" Kiss "Hot headed" Kiss "And beautiful." Kiss. Every time he pulled away from me I felt like I was being deprived of something. His soft but passionate kisses made me feel weak in the knees. Before I could deepen this kiss he pulled away from me. "And you know how to play basketball." He laughed. "Shutup." I laughed before pulling him back to me for another kiss. I was finally able to kiss him the way I wanted to. It turned into a full blown make-out session in my foyer. After what felt like hours Yoongi broke the kiss. "You know what else I know?" He asked me. "What?" "You have a stripper booty." He said as he grabbed my butt playfully. I straight faced him and pushed him away, causing him to laugh out loud. "Too soon? I'm sorry." He said between his laughter. "Ha ha ha." I said dryly trying to walk past him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back. Back into a kiss. Making me forget I'm supposed to be mad at him.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Injury | Insecurity | Part 4 |

[taegularities]

I'm going to ramble so you're free to ignore me but I need to let it out, so 🤷

See, I'm a curvy girl- okay not curvy, I'm fat. I like reading fanfics and I'm one of those who just can't picture y/n as myself you know? Mostly because at the back of my mind I know that someone like them would never really go for someone like me. So my y/n is a faceless person. But, also, my yn is skinny? Why? I don't know man I am nowhere near skinny. When I read fanfics, I want to escape the real world. The thing is, I haven't read enough curvy girl fanfics. I haven't seen many although there were some really good curvy girl fics when I tried to purposely look for them. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying it for you, you may have written fics with curvy girl lead I actually haven't had the chance to read all of your work, I'm saying that in general I haven't seen writers choosing a curvy lead. Maybe it's normal and I'm not implying that people change their writing style for me or anyone, but, I wish there were more people addressing this issue because let's face it, it's always us being bullied and laughed upon, never us being the centre of attraction. The least we can expect from the world is a little consideration. I know there are prettier, skinnier, more beautiful woman out there and I'm like 120% sure our boys will find someone VERY attractive. They deserve it, they deserve the best. I just, I just cannot relate with fics describing our waist as skinny, mine isn't. I have saggy tummy, big arms and broad body frame. I don't have the 'small' or 'short' traits, I'm almost as tall as the boys. My hands aren't dainty, they're big and won't feel 'small' in their hands. I am overweight and no-one would be able to 'tap my thighs' and ask me to jump so they can fuck me against the wall. The list can go on an on. I know it's just fiction, I just wish there were more fictions considering us curvy/thick/big girls out there. I sound petty right now but that's just how I feel, how I've been feeling ever since I can remember anything.

I'll end my ramble here, I'm so sorry you had to read it, it just felt safe to share it with you maybe because you're Indian too? I don't know. Don't get me wrong, it's absolutely not my intention to put your or other writers down, I LOVE your fics. You write beautifully. Thank you for writing, atleast I get to escape the world for sometime <3 if you decide to write a curvy girl fic in the future I will personally koala hug you till you have to elbow me in my ribs to breathe, then I'll proceed to give you all the kisses whether you like it or not.

hey, love 🥺 first of all, don't apologise !! it's absolutely okay to vent, and if you feel like my blog is a safe space to do so, then please feel free to talk to me whenever <3

i absolutely understand your worries; the world is sadly dominated by this weird standard that people have, about girls having to be pretty and skinny with a small waist and whatnot. it's something that's slowly vanishing, i think, but it's frustrating nevertheless... i get that

i think, as writers of fanfics we should definitely be careful of how we portray our ocs, and to keep her as neutral and 'faceless' as possible - like, although i catch myself slipping into that 'sex against the wall' and 'member carrying yn' thing sometimes too, i try my best to not describe anything about my girls (skin colour, weight, etc).

but i feel like this happens to me, because i imagine myself in that situation a lot or write about the things i would like to try at some point. if my ocs ever become to descriptive regarding their appearance, please don't hesitate to let me know !! i'm so sorry that you see so many fics with characters with skinny waists and dainty hands, it's honestly something that we should be careful about 😔

that being said, i hope you know that you're beautiful regardless! your face, your body, your personality are something unique and they belong to only you, and no one will ever compare to that, no matter how sharp their jaw or how straight their nose. and remember that even the boys talk about self-love and i'm sure they would absolutely adore you, how you are as a person and how you look.

you're not petty, ok !! i'm giving you all my love and will always try my best to not write in a way that makes you feel inferior. also, thank you so much for liking my work, i appreciate you so much 🥺

[pink-peony-princess]

Isn't She Lovely?

"Please, please go to sleep" I whispered desperately, as I rocked back and forth in the small room. Gracie our one month old daughter was distraught, I'd tried everything feeding her burping her, changing her, laying her down, rocking her and still she was crying. I was at the end of my wit and I really didn't know what to do. To make matters worse Shawn, the love of my life and husband of six months had gone out for the day with his little sister and even though he told me before he left to call if I needed abything, I was reluctant. This was his first full day off from work as an E.R. doctor in almost a month. Normally he'd spend the day with me and Gracie and he'd tried to do the same thing today, but I was insistent when his sister contacted him that he spend the day with her. The last thing I wanted was to get in the way of that.

But I was really starting to regret it now. It felt like no matter what I did, nothing would stop the unchecked sobs that left poor Gracie's mouth, her face was red and blotchy from the tears and her skin clammy from the force she was exuding.

"Sshh, sshh," I lulled, trying to comfort her, but it was no use, my voice could barely be heard over her cries. Finally I gave up, placing her in her crib which only caused her to cry harder and went down stairs to find the formula which we kept on hand for times like this when there was no other solution. For some reason she always seemed to settle when she was fed formula. Strange, maybe, but it worked, and I wasn't about to say no to something that might calm her down. We were both exhausted.

I made the bottle quickly rushing around the kitchen, conscious of the fact that she was upstairs squawking her little head off. I was just heading back up stairs when I remembered her dummy on the counter and turned back to get it,but there must have been water on the floor from when I was rinsing the bottle that I'd somehow missed, because the last thing I was aware of was falling and not being able to catch myself, whacking my head on the counter,landing harshly on the floor and then black.

The next thing I was aware of was the vague sound of a lock being turned and then a shadow in the doorway to the kitchen which I couldn't quite make out in my hazy state before a frantic voice yelled out, way to loudly for my pounding head,

"Shawn, you need to get in here now!"

There was the sound of quick footsteps, only making my head hurt more, before Shawn was squatting down so his face was level with mine. I had never seen him look as worried in all the time I'd known him than he did right now. His brows furrowed, mouth tipped slightly downwards as he studied me.

"Baby, what happened? Why is Gracie crying? Are you okay?" he fired question after question at me, but my brain was still too frazzled to take much in.It felt like when you wake up from an extra long nap and you're all disoriented. And all I could take in was pain, both my head and side were throbbing and I couldn't help but hold my side around my ribs in a weak attempt to stop it hurting.

The look of concern only grew at my silence. Finally the gravity of the situation actually hit me and it all came flooding back, Gracie's crying,my unsuccessful attempts to pacify her, the kitchen and my fall.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I sobbed into his chest, tears now streaming down my face. "It's okay baby, tell me what happend? Aaliyah would you go and get Gracie please?" he asked, looking up at her from the floor.

She nodded, and left the room quickly ,leaving us alone momentarily.

"I'm so sorry," I continued to mumble into his chest between sobs as Shawn rubbed soothing circles into my back, waiting patiently for me to calm down enough to explain what had happened. I must have looked like a complete mess.

"Baby, I'm not mad, I promise," he whispered leaning back again to look at me. "I'm just worried, you scared me so bad," he admitted, kissing the top of my head. "Now what happened?"

I just looked at him still feeling overwhelmed and guilty. How could I let this happen?

"Tell me what happend?" he whispered again, brushing the hair out of my face.

"I was coming down here to get the formula, she's been crying all day, and I'm so tired and sore Shawn!" I hiccupped.

"Why didn't you tell me, honey? You should have called or texted," he half scolded, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"And I feel so stupid, I can't even get my own baby to feed properly and she's crying all the time, and my scar is excruciating," I cried. My C-section scar had been hurting for a little over a week now and when I'd looked at it, it looked red and I knew it was probably infected, but I was too scared to do anything about it, so this was the first time Shawn was hearing about it.

"Hey, the last thing you are is stupid, I don't ever want to hear you say that again," he spoke fiercely. "You are the mother of my child and the love of my life." He kissed my hair softly.

"Can I have a look?" he asked, moving to lift my top up.

I nodded, letting him know it was okay.

He lifted the fabric and there was the scar looking more red and angry than ever.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me?" he asked searching my face. The worst part wasn't the pain I was in, but the fact that he looked genuinely hurt that I hadn't asked him for help. I really couldn't tell you what had stopped me, but the way he looked at me now made me feel so guity. I let out a whimper as he gently touched the area surrounding the wound testing for I don't know what.

"Baby this is infected. You'll need antibiotics and cream for this," he explained, moving to sit on the floor in front of me, taking my hands in his.

"Promise me next time, you'll tell me okay. Even if you think it's nothing okay. You know I'm always here for you." he squeezed my hands gently as he spoke. I nodded not trusting my voice as I felt a new wave of tears coming.

"I didn't want to worry you, you were out with Liyah, and I didn't want to bother you." I paused unsure of how to go on.

Thankfully he seemed to understand and broke the silence for me.

"You've knocked your head on something honey, you've got a small cut above your left eyebrow." He reached up to the bench grabbing the kitchen towel roll and tapping at my face gently, before showing me the red paper.

"It's not as bad as it could be, but I'll still need to clean it."

"I can do it," I insisted. He frowned, clearly disapproving. He knew I didn't like it when he went all medical on me.

"Lilah, no offense baby, but you're in no state to be doing anything medically related right now. You're clearly exhausted, you've hit your head and from the way you're holding your side I'd bet you've bruised a few ribs."

"Come on, let's go into the bathroom and we'll get you cleaned up and you can have a nice long bath, with some Epsom salts and I'll see about getting you on some antibiotics and cleaning your scar okay?" he smiled encouragingly.

I went to open my mouth, but he stopped me mid-word, holding his finger to my lips with a smile. "No buts, I know you don't like it when I worry, but it's my job, both as your husband and as a doctor, please let me do it."

He led me into the bathroom, helping me to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, before reaching up into the cabinet and pulling the giant first aid box down.

"You know," he spoke as he opened it up and surveyed the contents for a moment. "Asking for help doesn't make you a bad mum. If anything it'll make you an even better mum- if that's even possible," he smiled. "Because you will have the support there when you need it. Me your mum, my mum even are Aaliyah are all here for you Lilah."

I dropped my head as what he was saying sank in. I could have avoided all of this if I'd just swallowed my pride and asked for help.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again.

"Baby, you don't need to be sorry," he murmured coming over to stand in from of me holding what looked like cotton swabs. "Head up for me honey," he spoke, tapping under my chin with his pointer finger.

I lifted my head as he asked and made the mistake of looking him in the eye. That was all it took for another round of tears fuelled by exhaustion and humiliation to well up as I faught to stop them falling again.

"I'm just going to wipe the blood away so I can see the cut a little better okay?" he asked, stepping closer so his legs were on either side of mine. I nodded, trying to be brave.

Once he'd cleaned by head up and placed a plaster on it for good measure he turned his attention to my scar. "Lift your top for me again Princess?" he asked as he turned to get more cotton swabs, disinfectant and cream from the box.

"This is going to sting, I'm sorry honey," he warned as he poured the yellowish liquid onto one of the swabs and moved to pull the fabric of my shirt up further."Ready?" he asked, watching me carefully.

I nodded,clenching my fists. "Try to relax honey," he encouraged, dropping my shirt and placing a comforting hand on my thigh instead.

Sure enough as soon as the liquid came into contact with my skin I wanted to scream.

"Deep breathes Lilah," he encouraged as he wiped the area a few times. "Nearly done."

I tried my hardest to not move, but I couldn't help he whimper that slipped through my lips. Shawn frowned, his hand giving my thigh a slight squeeze.

"What do you want to have for dinner tonight bub? I could do Carbonara?" I knew he was trying to distract me from what he was doing, but I was greatful. It gave me something to do other than focus on the intense burning that was still eminating from my stomach.

"That would be nice," I smiled, I could feel my stomach rumbling at the thought.

"Okay, we'll do that and we can have a movie night how does that sound?" he asked as he finally removed the swab,and placed it in the bin.

"How you feeling Lilah?" Aaliyah asked a few minutes later, stepping into the bathroom as Shawn wiped some soothing care onto the area.

Gracie was now asleep in her arms, no hint of the earlier upset apparent on her face. She looked like a sleeping angel.

Shawn placed the cream on the counter and went over to take Gracie gently from his sister kissing her softly on the head as she fidgeted slightly getting comfortable in her daddy's arms. I could just make out him speaking softly to her, " I heard you've been giving your mommy a hard time little lady, maybe save that for when daddy's home so we can play two man defense," he whispered.

I couldn't help but laugh at the way he spoke as though she could understand everything he was saying.

"Hey, who said you could listen in, this is a private conversation between me and my girl." he hugged her closer to his chest a fake scowl on his face as she grabbed a fist full of his shirt in her sleep,

"She's half mine," I quipped back with a grin.

"Touche," he smiled, rubbing the bridge of her nose with a feather light touch watching as she scrunched it in response.

"How about you take a bath honey, I'll start getting dinner going," he suggested as he carefully passed Gracie back Aaliyah.

"But what about Gracie?" I asked.

"Her aunty has her hey baby," Aaliyah smiled down at Gracie from the doorway.

I smiled, I knew that between Aaliyah and Shawn they could handle her, so I nodded and they both left, though Shawn not before placing a soft kiss to my temple and whispering an "I love you."

...

It was several hours later and Shawn had made dinner and put Gracie down, Aaliyah having left leaving Shawn and I to cuddle on the sofa 10 things I hate about you playing softly on the T.V. though I was so tired from the day's events that I wasn't really paying attention to the movie, instead enjoying the warmth radiating from Shawn his soft breathing lulling me further into sleep.

"I'm sorry if you felt like you couldn't tell me," he murmured as he traced patterns into my thigh.

I sighed, snuggling into him more.

"It's okay, it's me, it's just all new, and I guess I wasn't expecting it to be so hard," I admitted.

"You know, I'm always here right, whenever you need me, my family comes before anything."

"I know." And I did know, Shawn was never exactly quiet about his love of protectiveness of us.

"You and Gracie are my life," he spoke.

Just as he said that a soft whine started from down the hallway signalling that she'd woken.

I sighed going to get up,"No," he spoke firmly, pushing me gently so I was forced back into my little cacoon on the sofa. "I'll go."

"Are you sure, I'm fine to get her," I started.

"Babe, you've had a tough day,let me look after my girls," he pleaded with the best puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen, even for him.

I nodded, letting him go, watching as he made his way down the hall and into our daughter's room.

A few moments later he returned, little Gracie in nothing but a nappy due to the hot summer night, her whines having turned into soft little grunts as she lay on Shawn's shoulder.

"Hi bubba," I sang as Shawn sat down again, moving her to his right shoulder so I could keep talking to her. "What are you doing up so late ha? You're gonna be so tired in the morning little lady." As if on cue she started crying again, more forcefully than before.

I sat up holding my hands out ready to take her, a reflex reaction, but Shawn shook his head "I wanna try something," he told me, shifting her slightly and unbuttoning his shirt to show his toned chest. Her placed Gracie down and as soon as her skin touched his she settled. I smiled, watching the cute scene unfold before me.

"She knows daddy's got her and it's all okay,hey baby," he cooed softly and unapologetically, rubbing firm comforting circles into her back. "I can't believe we made her," he whispered in awe minutes later when she'd fallen back to sleep, resting soundly on Shawn.

"I can, but isn't she lovely," I moved to ever so softly stroke her hair, it was like angel's hair, still perfect,she was perfect, still so innocent, oblivious to the big bad world outside our perfect little family.

"She's the most lovely girl in the world, she takes after her mommy like that," Shawn smiled, turning to peak me on the lips. And in that moment I felt that everything in the world was right. That no matter what happened I would always have my perfect little family and that was all I needed.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 11 "Black Friday"

"Be careful. I'd really like to kiss you again."

"I'm saving my energy for Black Friday doorbusters tomorrow morning."

"How about you do the honors?"

"Oh, the holidays. That festive time of year where everyone's decked out in their Christmas finest."

"The season of joy and love and presents begins when the clock strikes midnight."

"I thought you got all your clothing hand-delivered by A-list designers."

"Black Friday is about buying deliberately cheap, totally forgettable Christmas gifts for friends. The obvious cheapness of the gift makes them question our friendship and makes them way easier to manipulate as they try desperately to get back on my good side."

"Is this black toilet paper?"

"Amazing. A pair of mink albino boy shorts."

"I bribe the dude who deals weed off the loading dock to let me in a half hour early."

"Torturing these soulless manatees of senseless consumerism brings me so much joy. And isn't joy what the holiday season's all about?"

'At first I was like, "What a weird turkey." And then it clicked. Like... "Damn, that's a head."

"When you agree with me, it makes me question whether I actually agree with me."

"I am gonna take this opportunity to be the strong parental influence you have never had."

"You are gonna march over to that sofa right now and you're gonna sit down because you are in a time out."

"I'm sorry. Did you just put me on a time out? You do realize I'm not seven, right?"

"Well, behold how badly you've failed."

"I think it's pretty safe to assume that your career is over."

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to the mall to exercise our patriotic right to join hundreds of thousands of our fellow out-of-breath Americans in sweatpants as they make frenzied, ill-thought-out purchases of cheap, crappy garbage they can't afford and don't need. To deny us of that right would be un-American."

"Let's go, sluts."

"I want to know what I'm being charged with."

"You drove your pickup truck through the front window of a Best Buy."

"You killed or maimed people. Let's go."

"Sounds awful, but I'd keep that to yourself."

"You're not really helping yourself."

"Most of the uniformed cops out there are working on a volunteer basis because they get backed up inside if they don't crack a few skulls every day."

"There's a killer on the loose and you're telling us this town has no police force?"

"I don't understand why you have to get us the crappiest gifts possible and then make sure we know about it beforehand just to ruin the surprise."

"I mean, that's like bringing pineapples to Hawaii."

"So would you feel the need to waste $13,000 buying me something I already have?"

"Maybe instead of using my disgusting wealth to buy my friends crap, I should use my disgusting wealth to buy my friends things they would actually enjoy."

"The mall is deserted."

"Oh, go on and shoot me, hag. It'll just make me young and skinny forever and you'll still be old. Come on, finish me off, you shriveled, old crone!"

"First day on the job and I caught a killer."

"Wait, you have a gun?"

"Damn! Why didn't I shoot him when I had the chance?"

"How's your crossbow wound?"

"The arrow missed all major arteries, and I'm currently rolling on some sweet painkillers."

"What exactly are you proposing?"

"I've always had this vision of a band of sisters who stand together like an impenetrable community of shields who kept everyone safe and secure."

"Sometimes, instead of shields, we need swords."

"No one is going to help us."

"No one is going to stop this until we are all dead."

"Well, I'm sorry, but she is a vindictive, amoral woman who no one is gonna miss."

"I say we poison her."

"Did you ever do it in my bed?"

"So you were gay lovers?"

"No, we were not gay lovers."

"I'm an investigative journalist."

"Well, you know, I really love the idea of a bunch of guys from different backgrounds getting together and forming a brotherhood for life."

"Have you ever been to a driving range?"

"What sort of ab regimen are you rocking, bro?"

"I guess the fact that you and I cannot stand one another is finally out in the open."

"Name your weapon."

"So pick your weapon. You can choose sabres, guns, baseball bats, small pebbles, spoons, doesn't matter to me. What does matter, is that we will fight, and we will fight to the death."

"Well, I am sorry that took so long, but, you know, a watched pot never boils."

"Being a millennial feminist means growing up listening to Taylor Swift say she doesn't like to think of the world as boys versus girls."

"That's not what feminism was about."

"How come all the pictures on the wall are selfies?"

"Oh, it smells amazing."

"Where did you get puffer fish venom?"

"I want to be there when she dies."

"That's bliss!"

"Is it nutmeg?"

"I am like a soldier at war. I am killing to stop more killing. It's totally justified."

"But what about moral law?"

"Oh, that would be hard for you?"

"I don't "rage" on Tuesday nights or have competitions about how many girls I can have sex with in one day."

"What I'm trying to say is guys join fraternities to get a sense of structure in their lives. Problem is the structure

they're buying into is antiquated. It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"It's misogynistic and hierarchical and dangerous."

"I don't think I'm in the right headspace right now."

"You're a rare breed, one of the true good guys."

"That's the weirdest explanation for anything I've ever heard."

"We need to think of new ways to kill her!"

"I'm really gonna cherish our time here together."

"Killing is wrong, but, under this circumstance, I don't know what other choice we have."

"Hold on, sluts."

"When I was your age, I was thoughtless about sex."

"If you don't think you're ready, you probably aren't. And if you aren't, well, then no good can come from doing it, anyway."

"The main thing is you have to be perfectly dry. The cryosauna is set to 200 degrees below zero, so any water on your skin freeze instantly."

"How come there hasn't been any screaming?"

"No, we need to get away while we still can."

"Hey, hey, it's enough. The point has been made."

"Why do you want to continue taking this any further?"

"Yes, I feel guilty!"

"Don't you ever call me again."

"I heard about these Buddhist Monks that found a way to meditate, so they can sit outside all night, way, way up in the Himalayas in weather that would kill a normal person, but their core temperature stays totally normal."

"You're thinking of the movie Teen Wolf, you brainless gash, which is not, in fact, a documentary!"

"Uh, Rasputin. He was a mystical Russian peasant who became a close advisor of Tsar Nicholas II because he could magically cure Prince Alexei of his hemophilia."

"Okay, this seems totally not germane to what we're talking about, so can we please just skip ahead?"

"Maybe she has some magical powers that make her unable to die, like some horror movie villain, like Michael Myers, or Jason, or Dr. Giggles."

"So, maybe try on a size zero."

"Okay, I'm not gonna try on the size zero because I won't fit into the size zero."

"This is discrimination!"

"Look at her. Give her something. Give her something to be happy!"

"Come on, what is wrong with these idiots?!"

"Why did you ask me to meet you here? And why are you carrying a bag clearly filled with chains?"

"I thought we could talk about bondage and go for a swim."

"You're all packed up. I thought you were staying until you cracked the case."

"I was just gonna go to the woods and write or something,

like Thoreau, but with WiFi."

"I mean, maybe I could come with you. Might be kind of romantic, you know?"

"I could bring a slow cooker, and we could talk about the case all night over short ribs?"

"Well, I do love short ribs."

"I'll always be able to say that my first was with a great, great, great guy."

"I am a sentient grown woman who has been through

hell the past few weeks, and I'm sitting next to you, now, with open eyes and an open heart, telling you that I want to give myself to you."

[pinkpeonyprincessblog]

Isn't She Lovely?

"Please, please go to sleep" I whispered desperately, as I rocked back and forth in the small room. Gracie our one month old daughter was distraught, I'd tried everything feeding her burping her, changing her, laying her down, rocking her and still she was crying. I was at the end of my wit and I really didn't know what to do. To make matters worse Shawn, the love of my life and husband of six months had gone out for the day with his little sister and even though he told me before he left to call if I needed abything, I was reluctant. This was his first full day off from work as an E.R. doctor in almost a month. Normally he'd spend the day with me and Gracie and he'd tried to do the same thing today, but I was insistent when his sister contacted him that he spend the day with her. The last thing I wanted was to get in the way of that.

But I was really starting to regret it now. It felt like no matter what I did, nothing would stop the unchecked sobs that left poor Gracie's mouth, her face was red and blotchy from the tears and her skin clammy from the force she was exuding.

"Sshh, sshh," I lulled, trying to comfort her, but it was no use, my voice could barely be heard over her cries. Finally I gave up, placing her in her crib which only caused her to cry harder and went down stairs to find the formula which we kept on hand for times like this when there was no other solution. For some reason she always seemed to settle when she was fed formula. Strange, maybe, but it worked, and I wasn't about to say no to something that might calm her down. We were both exhausted.

I made the bottle quickly rushing around the kitchen, conscious of the fact that she was upstairs squawking her little head off. I was just heading back up stairs when I remembered her dummy on the counter and turned back to get it,but there must have been water on the floor from when I was rinsing the bottle that I'd somehow missed, because the last thing I was aware of was falling and not being able to catch myself, whacking my head on the counter,landing harshly on the floor and then black.

The next thing I was aware of was the vague sound of a lock being turned and then a shadow in the doorway to the kitchen which I couldn't quite make out in my hazy state before a frantic voice yelled out, way to loudly for my pounding head,

"Shawn, you need to get in here now!"

There was the sound of quick footsteps, only making my head hurt more, before Shawn was squatting down so his face was level with mine. I had never seen him look as worried in all the time I'd known him than he did right now. His brows furrowed, mouth tipped slightly downwards as he studied me.

"Baby, what happened? Why is Gracie crying? Are you okay?" he fired question after question at me, but my brain was still too frazzled to take much in.It felt like when you wake up from an extra long nap and you're all disoriented. And all I could take in was pain, both my head and side were throbbing and I couldn't help but hold my side around my ribs in a weak attempt to stop it hurting.

The look of concern only grew at my silence. Finally the gravity of the situation actually hit me and it all came flooding back, Gracie's crying,my unsuccessful attempts to pacify her, the kitchen and my fall.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I sobbed into his chest, tears now streaming down my face. "It's okay baby, tell me what happend? Aaliyah would you go and get Gracie please?" he asked, looking up at her from the floor.

She nodded, and left the room quickly,leaving us alone momentarily.

"I'm so sorry," I continued to mumble into his chest between sobs as Shawn rubbed soothing circles into my back, waiting patiently for me to calm down enough to explain what had happened. I must have looked like a complete mess.

"Baby, I'm not mad, I promise," he whispered leaning back again to look at me. "I'm just worried, you scared me so bad," he admitted, kissing the top of my head. "Now what happened?"

I just looked at him still feeling overwhelmed and guilty. How could I let this happen?

"Tell me what happend?" he whispered again, brushing the hair out of my face.

"I was coming down here to get the formula, she's been crying all day,and I'm so tired and sore Shawn!" I hiccupped.

"Why didn't you tell me, honey? You should have called or texted," he half scolded, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"And I feel so stupid, I can't even get my own baby to feed properly and she's crying all the time, and my scar is excruciating," I cried. My C-section scar had been hurting for a little over a week now and when I'd looked at it, it looked red and I knew it was probably infected, but I was too scared to do anything about it, so this was the first time Shawn was hearing about it.

"Hey, the last thing you are is stupid, I don't ever want to hear you say that again," he spoke fiercely. "You are the mother of my child and the love of my life." He kissed my hair softly.

"Can I have a look?" he asked, moving to lift my top up.

I nodded, letting him know it was okay.

He lifted the fabric and there was the scar looking more red and angry than ever.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me?" he asked searching my face. The worst part wasn't the pain I was in, but the fact that he looked genuinely hurt that I hadn't asked him for help. I really couldn't tell you what had stopped me, but the way he looked at me now made me feel so guity. I let out a whimper as he gently touched the area surrounding the wound testing for I don't know what.

"Baby this is infected. You'll need antibiotics and cream for this," he explained, moving to sit on the floor in front of me, taking my hands in his.

"Promise me next time, you'll tell me okay. Even if you think it's nothing okay. You know I'm always here for you." he squeezed my hands gently as he spoke. I nodded not trusting my voice as I felt a new wave of tears coming.

"I didn't want to worry you, you were out with Liyah, and I didn't want to bother you." I paused unsure of how to go on.

Thankfully he seemed to understand and broke the silence for me.

"You've knocked your head on something honey, you've got a small cut above your left eyebrow." He reached up to the bench grabbing the kitchen towel roll and tapping at my face gently, before showing me the red paper.

"It's not as bad as it could be, but I'll still need to clean it."

"I can do it," I insisted. He frowned, clearly disapproving. He knew I didn't like it when he went all medical on me.

"Lilah, no offense baby, but you're in no state to be doing anything medically related right now. You're clearly exhausted, you've hit your head and from the way you're holding your side I'd bet you've bruised a few ribs."

"Come on, let's go into the bathroom and we'll get you cleaned up and you can have a nice long bath, with some Epsom salts and I'll see about getting you on some antibiotics and cleaning your scar okay?" he smiled encouragingly.

I went to open my mouth, but he stopped me mid-word, holding his finger to my lips with a smile. "No buts, I know you don't like it when I worry, but it's my job, both as your husband and as a doctor, please let me do it."

He led me into the bathroom, helping me to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, before reaching up into the cabinet and pulling the giant first aid box down.

"You know," he spoke as he opened it up and surveyed the contents for a moment. "Asking for help doesn't make you a bad mum. If anything it'll make you an even better mum- if that's even possible," he smiled. "Because you will have the support there when you need it. Me your mum, my mum even are Aaliyah are all here for you Lilah."

I dropped my head as what he was saying sank in. I could have avoided all of this if I'd just swallowed my pride and asked for help.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again.

"Baby, you don't need to be sorry," he murmured coming over to stand in from of me holding what looked like cotton swabs. "Head up for me honey," he spoke, tapping under my chin with his pointer finger.

I lifted my head as he asked and made the mistake of looking him in the eye. That was all it took for another round of tears fuelled by exhaustion and humiliation to well up as I faught to stop them falling again.

"I'm just going to wipe the blood away so I can see the cut a little better okay?" he asked, stepping closer so his legs were on either side of mine. I nodded, trying to be brave.

Once he'd cleaned by head up and placed a plaster on it for good measure he turned his attention to my scar. "Lift your top for me again Princess?" he asked as he turned to get more cotton swabs, disinfectant and cream from the box.

"This is going to sting, I'm sorry honey," he warned as he poured the yellowish liquid onto one of the swabs and moved to pull the fabric of my shirt up further."Ready?" he asked, watching me carefully.

I nodded,clenching my fists. "Try to relax honey," he encouraged, dropping my shirt and placing a comforting hand on my thigh instead.

Sure enough as soon as the liquid came into contact with my skin I wanted to scream.

"Deep breathes Lilah," he encouraged as he wiped the area a few times. "Nearly done."

I tried my hardest to not move, but I couldn't help he whimper that slipped through my lips. Shawn frowned, his hand giving my thigh a slight squeeze.

"What do you want to have for dinner tonight bub? I could do Carbonara?" I knew he was trying to distract me from what he was doing, but I was greatful. It gave me something to do other than focus on the intense burning that was still eminating from my stomach.

"That would be nice," I smiled, I could feel my stomach rumbling at the thought.

"Okay, we'll do that and we can have a movie night how does that sound?" he asked as he finally removed the swab,and placed it in the bin.

"How you feeling Lilah?" Aaliyah asked a few minutes later, stepping into the bathroom as Shawn wiped some soothing care onto the area.

Gracie was now asleep in her arms, no hint of the earlier upset apparent on her face. She looked like a sleeping angel.

Shawn placed the cream on the counter and went over to take Gracie gently from his sister kissing her softly on the head as she fidgeted slightly getting comfortable in her daddy's arms. I could just make out him speaking softly to her, " I heard you've been giving your mommy a hard time little lady, maybe save that for when daddy's home so we can play two man defense," he whispered.

I couldn't help but laugh at the way he spoke as though she could understand everything he was saying.

"Hey, who said you could listen in, this is a private conversation between me and my girl." he hugged her closer to his chest a fake scowl on his face as she grabbed a fist full of his shirt in her sleep,

"She's half mine," I quipped back with a grin.

"Touche," he smiled, rubbing the bridge of her nose with a feather light touch watching as she scrunched it in response.

"How about you take a bath honey, I'll start getting dinner going," he suggested as he carefully passed Gracie back Aaliyah.

"But what about Gracie?" I asked.

"Her aunty has her hey baby," Aaliyah smiled down at Gracie from the doorway.

I smiled, I knew that between Aaliyah and Shawn they could handle her, so I nodded and they both left, though Shawn not before placing a soft kiss to my temple and whispering an "I love you."

...

It was several hours later and Shawn had made dinner and put Gracie down, Aaliyah having left leaving Shawn and I to cuddle on the sofa 10 things I hate about you playing softly on the T.V. though I was so tired from the day's events that I wasn't really paying attention to the movie, instead enjoying the warmth radiating from Shawn his soft breathing lulling me further into sleep.

"I'm sorry if you felt like you couldn't tell me," he murmured as he traced patterns into my thigh.

I sighed, snuggling into him more.

"It's okay, it's me, it's just all new, and I guess I wasn't expecting it to be so hard," I admitted.

"You know, I'm always here right, whenever you need me, my family comes before anything."

"I know." And I did know, Shawn was never exactly quiet about his love of protectiveness of us.

"You and Gracie are my life," he spoke.

Just as he said that a soft whine started from down the hallway signalling that she'd woken.

I sighed going to get up,"No," he spoke firmly, pushing me gently so I was forced back into my little cacoon on the sofa. "I'll go."

"Are you sure, I'm fine to get her," I started.

"Babe, you've had a tough day,let me look after my girls," he pleaded with the best puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen, even for him.

I nodded, letting him go, watching as he made his way down the hall and into our daughter's room.

A few moments later he returned, little Gracie in nothing but a nappy due to the hot summer night, her whines having turned into soft little grunts as she lay on Shawn's shoulder.

"Hi bubba," I sang as Shawn sat down again, moving her to his right shoulder so I could keep talking to her. "What are you doing up so late ha? You're gonna be so tired in the morning little lady." As if on cue she started crying again, more forcefully than before.

I sat up holding my hands out ready to take her, a reflex reaction, but Shawn shook his head "I wanna try something," he told me, shifting her slightly and unbuttoning his shirt to show his toned chest. Her placed Gracie down and as soon as her skin touched his she settled. I smiled, watching the cute scene unfold before me.

"She knows daddy's got her and it's all okay,hey baby," he cooed softly and unapologetically, rubbing firm comforting circles into her back. "I can't believe we made her," he whispered in awe minutes later when she'd fallen back to sleep, resting soundly on Shawn.

"I can, but isn't she lovely," I moved to ever so softly stroke her hair, it was like angel's hair, still perfect,she was perfect, still so innocent, oblivious to the big bad world outside our perfect little family.

"She's the most lovely girl in the world, she takes after her mommy like that," Shawn smiled, turning to peak me on the lips. And in that moment I felt that everything in the world was right. That no matter what happened I would always have my perfect little family and that was all I needed.

[chanlixformysoul]

Sounds easy, right? [ Chanlix ]

rating: mature

word count: 2217

chapter: 1

next chapter: 2

summary:

➥ Felix was sent to kill Chan but he got hurt and now Chan is nursing Felix back to health, they might also fall in love on the way.

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estimated reading time: 17.1 minutes

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. Felix would sneak his way in, kill Chan and get his goddamn money.

But oh boy he was in for a ride. The 'Big Boss' as people would call him wasn't that big nor great at all, he was just the co-CEO of the company, one position away from being the big CEO. His brother, Chan's dad, died besides his mother 7 years ago in a car accident , leaving Chan as CEO of the company. The Big Boss used Felix whenever he wanted to, but he never put Felix in a position like this before, to kill a person. He knew that if he disobeyed the Big Boss he would get beaten up and tortured, plus he would never get the money promised back and the fact that he was a cat hybrid didn't help either. The Big Boss told Felix to kill Chan, he would sneak in his house and get rid of him because he needed to not because he wanted to.

Sounds easy, right?

Well it actually isn't, not when Felix tripped because the welcome mat at the entrance was crooked sending his head into the door with a loud thump sound. As he tried to get away fast he lost his balance and was sent once again flying down the big and grand staircase. The door immediately opened, revealing a distressed looking man, shirt halfway undone and one shoe off. Felix knew Chan rushed outside because of the noise that he made but he couldn't help but admire his figure.

'Hey buddy, care to explain?' Chan said as he crossed his arms one over another raising his eyebrows.

'I umm... actually.... sorry, I gotta go.' But little did he know that falling down a huge staircase can do this much. Pain started to shoot from his ankles to his ribs and back. The big impact with the door sure left it's mark as he felt blood dripping from his blonde locks to his eyebrows. He pulled himself from the ground, trying to not make a fool out of himself more than he actually did earlier, wincing and shooting silent cuss words at himself for being so goddamn stupid.

Before he could walk down the street, he wanted to run but he weighed his options and he knew that if he started running it was only a matter of two steps before he came crashing to the ground once again.

He was about to do his second step but suddenly a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

'What the heck happened to you?'

'Oh... as I said I have to go, sorry.'

'You're not going anywhere, not with that head of yours.'

Felix couldn't believe what just happened, he screwed up the mission. He could say goodbye to this month's rent, goodbye to any decent meal he would allow himself to buy with the money check. Maybe if Big Boss would have some mercy he could leave him and not kill him, maybe he would understand, but deep down Felix knew he was gonna be tortured again by the thoughts of affording to even live when he opens his eyes every morning.

He couldn't stop trembling and his legs started shaking with fear of being killed by Big Boss because of his failed mission. Before he knew it he started crying, like full on sobbing and at last collapsed to the ground leaving a distressed Chan picking him up and urgently calling his doctor to come see the boy.

Chan was confused, really confused. This boy, he wanted to do something, right? But at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little weird because of the younger one. He had such a pretty face, rosy cheeks accompanied by constellations of freckles, lips that looked like petals of the rarest and finest flower you could find on earth. Chan found himself admiring the boy after the doctor left. As the doctor said it there weren't such serious issues but it wasn't something little either. The paper entitled prescription was long and let's say not even close to Felix's budget.

Chan kept a washing cloth by his side all the time, slowly stroking the youngest arms and forehead. He placed Felix on his bed justifying his actions in his head saying 'the couch is too small'. As he was making his way to the kitchen,Chan saw a little head that popped up in his bed. He made sure to bring the glass of water and the pills that the doctor prescribed. Felix woke up, and by that he knew he had officially fucked up real hard.

He tried to escape the blanket, kicking it off of him but the pain started once again as well. His ribs, back, legs, head and ankles hurt like hell. As he cleared his vision he saw Chan... he was done for sure.

'Hi there, I see that you woke up. Don't worry just stay in bed and take these. Oh and the bill for the medication, I took care of it.' He simply said smiling while placing the pills and water down on the nightstand.

Felix immediately came to his senses when Chan sat besides him on the bed. He tried to get off the bed but he was once again stopped but this time not only by the immense pain, but by strong arms.

'Where are you going?'

'To my house? I didn't ask for your kindness you know? You could've just let me be on the ground. It would've been better that way for the both of us trust me.' Felix said with no emotion in his voice.

'Hey, you can go to your home once you will recover, I'm not letting you out like this especially at this hour.' That made Felix turn his head for the nearest thing that indicated time only to read it as 11:34 pm. Fucking great isn't it. He knew the busses wouldn't be out that late and he knew that from this wealthy neighbourhood to his small apartment was an immense distance that he couldn't travel by foot.

'At least tell me your name, mines Chan.'

'Felix...'

'That's a cute name, Felix.' Chan said while trying to get the younger one to look at him in the eyes. He was getting closer and closer until he saw that Felix was crying once again.

'Hey what's wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable?'

'I failed, I'm gonna be left in the streets again, I'm so sorry. Please let me go, please. I'm a bad person, you don't want me here.' Felix continued sobbing, putting his hands to cover up his face and turning his head so Chan couldn't look at him.

'No you're not a bad person, Felix. If you want you can stay here with me, I'm always lonely, I rarely go out because of my work. I'm either at work or at home. You can stay with me for as long as you want to, I won't force you, just come here...' Chan says looking at Felix with gentleness in his eyes before climbing over the mattress to hug the youngest little frame.

'It's okay, Lix, I'm here you don't need to worry'

'Why are you being nice to me? I was supposed to do a bad thing to you.' He says sniffing and letting more tears fall down.

'Felix, I like you, that's why I'm being nice to you, I want you to stay with me, please tell me what's wrong' Chan said, voice trembling, not knowing what to do.

'Please don't hit me or do something, your uncle s-send me to kill you, I didn't want to but he would torture me if I didn't and I wouldn't get the money, I need the money so I can live, I'm sorry ' Felix sobbed harder than before as he looked at Chan. Chan shifted, Felix immediately twitched expecting a slap and then to be beaten up and thrown away just like Big Boss's men do with him all the time, Felix was shaking so much he fell out the bed into the hard and expensive wood flooring. His back started hurting more but that didn't matter he started to run to the door. Chan was quick and caught him pulling him to his chest.

'Did uncle really say that?'

Felix couldn't even look in Chan's eyes as he nodded. Tears trailed down his cheeks again.

'I'm sorry, I'm going to leave you. I don't have the money for the medication but I will give it to you, I promise just please don't hurt me. I swear I will disappear and you don't have to see me again, I promise...' Felix cried into his hands, his knees starting to give in so he dropped to the floor. He winced in pain as he made contact with the floor. He felt exhausted but he would go to his apartment, he had to.

Chan quickly went down to Felix picking him up while whispering that he's not mad at him and that he is just a little shocked. Felix was still saying that he didn't need to be carried, he just wanted to go home but Chan insisted that he will have to stay here till his pain is gone. Felix being exhausted physically and emotionally he agreed. Chan carried Felix to his bed placing him gently on it.

'Let's sleep for now, we will talk tomorrow,ok?'

'It's ok' said Felix going down on the floor again, this time intentionally. Chan just watched the younger not understanding what he was doing.

'Good night.' Said Felix as he laid on the cold flooring, feeling his back and ribs ache.

'Felix I-' Chan was cut off by Felix.

'Oh sorry, I will go in the living room'

'No, don't do that. I was just wondering what you were doing on the floor?'

'Trying to sleep?' He said looking confused as well.

'Felix, come here' Chan said as he patted the space next to him.

'I know we've just met a few hours ago but please stay with me, I beg you'

'I don't know, Chan, I have nothing to offer you, I have no family, no friends, no money, I'm also a cat hybrid. I'm practically useless, better off dead.' He said as he slowly got on the bed, staying on the edge so he could occupy less space than he needed to.

'Don't say that, come closer, I want to hug you if that's ok'

Felix didn't say anything he just got closer to the older. Raising his head to look at Chan, he found the older's eyes comforting, this time Felix hugged Chan burying his face in Chan's chest and collarbone. Chan let out a chuckle, Felix feeling the vibration through his chest.

'So what's your answer?'

'If I'm not a bother, I want to stay.'

'That's perfect then, can we sleep like this? I want to cuddle you while sleeping.' Felix turned red feeling his ears burning.

'O-ok then' Chan only nodded in agreement, setting them down. Felix didn't know what to do so he just stayed still not even daring to look at Chan.

'Do you not want to cuddle?' Asked Chan as he propped his head up a little.

'I never did it before, I don't know what to do...' he looked down in embarrassment.

'Really? That's okay. Do you want to face me or not?'

'I want to see your face'

'Okay then, sweetheart, come closer'

Felix could only smile at the sudden nickname clinging to the older, as he snuggled into him.

'I'm sorry for everything'

'You didn't do anything, bub, it's all ok now, we are together and that's what matters in the end.'

'Aren't you mad at me? I got you in so much trouble...I feel bad, i didn't want to accept the task, but I didn't have another choice, they would torture me and beat me and then throw me out like a dog... I didn't want that to happen again, I'm sorry Chan, I really am...' Felix said looking up at Chan, putting a hand gently on Chan's cheek.

Chan put his hand above Felix's hand noticing how tiny it was.

'Don't worry, it's none of your fault, you were the victim and as soon as you get better we will go and confront uncle.'

'No, please don't do that, please. You will get in trouble for me and he will come for you. I don't want to lose you' Felix started tearing up again but now Chan was here for him. Chan held him closer whispering that everything is okay.

'Don't worry Felix, uncle will be punished for everything he has done to you. I can't believe he will actually do that to someone, how cruel can one be?'

'Thank you, Chan, for helping me and letting me stay with you.'

'Felix, no need to worry, okay? You're here with me from now on. Let's sleep, it's gotten late.'

'Thank you, Channie.....' Felix mumbled cutely as he drifted into the land of dreams but this time his dreams weren't nightmares this time, his dreams were full of Chan's face, laugh, touch.....he was feeling happy. Was he allowed to feel that way?

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Pairing: Todoroki Shouto X GN! Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1k

A/N: Hey guys! welp this is my first time finishing a story. Yep, I'm a sucker for angst. I have so many plots in mind and all of them were just sleeping in my drafts ugh. This may not be a good one but I'm quite proud of myself for writing this one. I hope this gets attention ohmygod. Enjoy!

I wanted to make ya'll cry, so listen with this song.

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Everything is a blur. You were just outside of your house, sitting at the floor in your front porch with another can of beer on your hand. Crumbs of chips are everwhere on the floor together with five cans of beer that was making a mess. The cold breeze of the night makes you shiver and the alcohol isn't enough to warm you. It's not like you don't want to go inside your house. You just can't.

Because today seems like the devil is casting you a curse with ridiculous bad lucks you encountered, enjoying your torments as you make fool of yourself. Burning your liver with the bitter concoction as your mind wandering to the sole reason why you were out of yourself lately.

You didn't even know how you end up with a cellphone in your hand, dialing a familiar number as you squint your eyes trying to clear your vision. You found yourself laughing as you tried to copy the ringing of your phone while waiting for him to pick up.

Todoroki is surprised when he saw your number on the screen. He thought that you already deleted his contact when the two of you called it off last month. Confused as to why you're calling him at 3 AM, he picked up his phone, eyes still adjusting in the dark.

"Hello?"

On the third ring, you nearly jumped when you heard his calm and deep voice, excitement course through every veins in your body. His groggy voice gave away that you woke him up. Heart beating than the usual rhythm against your rib cage, you exhaled the air you didn't know you were holding before you speak.

"Hey!" You cringed when you heard your voice rising its pitch. Oh shit, that sounds like a mouse that had been caught in a trap!

"I'm glad you picked up, Shou." You giggled at the cute nickname, slurring some words that gives him a hint that you're drinking. You're drunk to the point that you're doing things that you'll regret when you wake up. "I thought you're not going to answer me hmp." You pout, your cringey childish self showing up.

"Y/n?" He's confused, checking his phone if it's really your number who called him and not some teenager's prank.

"It's already late. Why are you still up?" His concerned voice makes your heart clench.

"I want your hugs right now, Shou."

"Hey, did something happened? Are you okay?" You shushed him, shaking your head. "I'm fine. I just wanted to tell you that I missed you and I'm sorry."

"I missed our lazy date nights. I missed your cuddles. I missed the smell of your cologne. I missed how you ruffles my hair while you placed a kiss on my forehead. I missed wearing your hoodies..."

You let your drunken self take over you allowing yourself to verbalize all your true feelings you've been hiding.

"I missed you, love." You bitterly smiled at the endearment you used. It brings back thousands of memories you didn't want to forget but you didn't want to also remember either. It's just there locked in a box somewhere in your heart but you're conversation with him released all of it. And every single of them pricked your heart like needles.

The bi-colored hair man didn't know what to say. Hell, he can't even think properly. You're drunk and you're telling him your sober thoughts. He thought you're completely over with him, seeing you smiling while you're hanging out with your friends like nothing happened broke him apart. And yet here you are confessing to him.

"C-can I go see you?"

"No." You were taken aback with his immediate reply. Nodding to yourself as you let out a chuckle. You're proud to yourself that you're still not crying, always so good at hiding your emotions.

"It's late, go to sleep." His voice is cold and distant. But you didn't let it affect you as you shoot your shot again.

"I-I'll bring lots of your favorite soba. Cold ones are always perfect, right? Just wait, I'll get a ta—" He cuts you off. You heard a painful sigh from the other line.

"Y/n, We...already broke up." Hearing those words makes the alcohol in your body immediately disappear. With those sentence, you instantly sober up. "We broke up. Month ago."

He repeated like he's trying to make you remember it. It was just a misunderstanding. He's aloof and oblivious personality didn't understand your outbursts. You did trust him but his constant hanging out with Momo riled up your insecurities. And funny how they are a couple now.

"Yeah and I'm wasted." You chuckled as you began to cry, quietly, biting the inside of your cheeks while trying to control your emotions.

"Don't come here. You need to sleep. Drink lots of water when you wake up. We'll talk tomorrow–"

You cut him off before he hangs up, hands fiddling the hem of your shirt. "You know... it's been a rough day. Everyone's being mean to me."

Silence answers you but you still continue ranting to him. "I nearly got fired for standing up for myself when a customer throws her coffee on me because I accidentally messed up her order. T-then, I-I lost my fucking keys and it's cold."

"I lost the keys of my house."

You're having a hard time controlling your emotions now as you complained to him like a whiny child. Tears slowly cascading down your cheeks while you let out sobs.

"It's cold, Shou. I'm cold. And everything hurts. I wish you were here right now but, yeah, we already broke up." You didn't let him talk. "Just so you know I'm happy for you even if it's her."

"I'm right. Momo's better for you."

You were just sitting there, at the corner of your front porch. Deeps uncontrollable sobs squeezed your lungs. Your phone long forgotten as it slips from your hand and met the cold floor while you completely breaks down. You hugged your knees tightly burrying your head, serving as your emotional support now.

Pretending that you're already moved on from your heart ache. Smiling and fooling yourself that you didn't want him anymore. Saying you're fine when you found out that he's recently dating Momo.

All the pent up emotions you've been keeping from showing explodes like a burning magma finding its way out of the volcano. The cold air hits you again and this makes you grieve louder while shivering at the sudden drop of temperature.

Bullshit.

Out of your shrieks of anguish, clock hitting another hour you spent outside, phone still light up with your ongoing call with him, wind hitting your pitiful state, slowly and smoothly, tiny crystals glowing when lights hit it just right–snow descends from the sky.

"Fucking keys," you cursed. Eyes already heavy as Hypnos cradles you to sleep.

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if we begun again. kwon soonyoung.

part of the hundred ways to say I love you series.

"Hey." Soonyoung swallows dryly, attempting to wear his smile a little longer.

You're looking at him. Wordlessly. Imperceptibly. And he can't tell if it's because you haven't seen him for a whole week or if it's because you're grilling him with a soundless judgement he can't seem to understand.

You're quiet. And Soonyoung isn't used to this new you. He wonders if you've changed a lot, if you remembered still that he once deemed the pair of you an inseparable one. Or if you were trying rather hard to forget.

The fresh memory of your breakup wasn't something he could erase after all. He doesn't know what he expected. But it was selfish. Maybe a choking sob, maybe a shrill of swears, anything, anything that wasn't a hoarse, proud, 'Alright' followed by his truck door being slammed shut. Even if it sounded stupid, he wanted you to ask him to stay, to tell him it wasn't alright, that you didn't want to let go, to let your words take up this enormous gap that was growing and growing between the two of you.

You didn't love Soonyoung. He told himself that, repeatedly and labouriously. Enough times that your split had finally started to make sense.

Behind the thicket of green, everything is quiet. So quiet you could hear the soft caress of a departing winter chill, so quiet, Soonyoung can tell that the rest of the boys have already fallen asleep. A picnic with your friends proved to be less spontaneous than you'd imagine.

Especially when your ex boyfriend was constantly trying to make small talk with you.

You don't understand Soonyoung. And you wish he would stop trying to make you want to.

"It's late. You should go." You say, holding your knees to your chest, there's grass staining your sneakers and you don't seem to bother much about it. Soonyoung frowns.

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway." He lies, suppressing a gigantic yawn. "How've you been?" Uninvited, Soonyoung plops down beside

"I've been fantastic. What about you?" You laugh, the sound is sardonic, unpleasant, devoid of mirth. "I haven't seen you so long. Drive off on anyone else meantime?" He winces at your sharp tone. You don't love Soonyoung, he tells himself again, maybe if he chants it enough times, he'd actually believe it. See, it makes him less guilty than he feels. He opens his mouth and clams it shut. "Don't look at me like that." You pull yourself up to your feet. "You broke up with me, remember? Then don't do this. Don't talk to me like we're okay. Because we're not."

Soonyoung used to trace his thumb down your spine. A rhythm. A song he'd been listening to for too long. Soonyoung used to be yours. And you used to be his.

Stranded, is what he is, for the lack of a better word. Someone who had deprived himself of everything that he had loved so dearly. All to feed a ravenous bunch of insecurities.

Watching your back become smaller and smaller and smaller, he decides he won't let you go again, had he been given the chance to be have you again. Just once. "Wait." He drawls, dragging your wrist back. "I.. I'm sorry. I'm stupid...I just...I should've just talked to you."

Soonyoung searches your face, finding that there's a curious glaze in your eyes. As though you were waiting for his call. "I just really...I was really scared of losing you. It's stupid...because gosh... I love you so much. It scares me..." says he, failing to meet your eyes. "It scares me to think you don't. I just...I don't want to lose you again. Give me...give me one last chance...please." When he looks up, you're pulling your wrist from his loose grip.

"You're a fucking idiot." You grit out. Your heart's a hammering thing, noisily beating against your ribs. Hope burns fiercely inside your heart, hope for another beginning, hope for a fresh start. And you let it. You would let it then and you let it now. You let it today. You would let it tomorrow and you would let it again. If you begun again."I don't know why I still love you. I must be out of my fucking mind."

Soonyoung blinks, smiling slowly, he loops his arms around your waist. Pulling you close enough to run his nose along the curve of your neck. "Maybe." Soonyoung chuckles. A beginning. A fresh start. Light at the end of the tunnel. Hope. Hope. Hope. "I think we make a good pair that way."