#like can i pleaseeee have a waffle.

[gothgleek]

Could you write adrian chase x reader who is Emilia's sibbling and she is starting to realize that her sibbling has a massive crush on Vigilante and she does not approve that at all? Pleaseeee i love him 🥹🥹🥹 and maybe Vigilante really enjoy the reader's friendship, enough to put peacemaker as his 2nd best friend.

I hope you enjoy this short little blurb, especially since it's been a while since you requested it. Also since Tumblr keeps deleting this! But this is my first Adrian Chase x reader fic so I wanted it to be written well. At least, as well as I can write it.

Notes: GN reader with they/them pronouns. Reader’s race is up to interpretation as they are adopted and it’s mentioned once. Takes place post-series with no major spoilers. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated!

Emilia was fuming when Chris arrived at the hospital and when he followed her gaze, he burst into laughter. You and Adrian were chatting away in the corner, the busboy animatedly waving his arms while you gave full bellied laughs in response. 

Emilia had been at the Evergreen hospital for a week now and as her next of kin, you were on the first flight to take care of her. She would never admit it aloud but Emilia did look forward to seeing you again. It had been a few years since she had last seen you. But despite that, the two of you always had a good relationship. She had hoped this would be time for the two of you to catch up.

Then you had to meet Adrian. 

The two of you had been working on a puzzle you bought at the local pharmacy and talking about the option of tracking down your birth parents when Adrian popped his head up behind a bush by Emilia’s window. 

“Hey Harcourt!” Adrian said with a bright smile and a blue bandaid on his forehead.

Somehow that smile of his charmed you enough for her to finish the puzzle by herself. And Emilia didn’t even like puzzles. What was she supposed to do with a puzzle of hot air balloons when she was done? 

“So like…” You bit your lips and batted your eyes while the two of you sat at the end of Emilia’s bed. “What other toys do you like playing with?” 

“Oh well,” Adrian turned the knife on its side so you could look at it. Your face immediately fills with excitement when he places it in your hands. Not for the first time, Emilia felt uncomfortable and annoyed she was in the middle of the two’s shy yet lovestruck gazes. Chris seemed to share the sentiment as he was mock gagging beside her. Though it could have been due to him stealing and eating her hospital food.

“This knife is great for throwing, the holes on the side reduces the wind resistance.” You told Adrian animatedly, talking with your hands. Emilia recalled your knife throwing lessons as a kid. 

Adrian lit up with joy just as Emilia groaned. “That’s why this is my favorite knife!” 

Emilia thought if your guys’ mother knew you were taking your knife throwing lessons as an opportunity to flirt- especially with a guy like Adrian- knew she would be rolling in her grave.

You stared into his eyes and began leaning forward. Emilia wished she had something to throw at you. Luckily, a nurse knocked on the door to let them know visiting hours were wrapping up.

You hugged your sister and, glancing down at the finished puzzle, promised to bring another one tomorrow. You promised you would help her finish it, to which Emilia gave you an unconvinced look. Then you offered to bring her some non-hospital food (specifically some waffles and burgers) and she pulled you in for another hug.

“You know,” Adrian says as the two of you walk out the door. “If you’re still in town this weekend, I can set up some appliances in the woods we can throw grenades at.” 

Emilia sat up at once. What?

“What do you mean by that?” She grabbed Chris’s shirt, ignoring the shooting pain in her leg. 

“What does he mean by that? Adrian?” She called out. “Get back here!”

[celestial-sprouts-art]

Invader Zim scenario HEADCANONS:

Brought to you by dumbass ™️

Zim can eat as much as GIR can, but chooses not to, because it’s “impolite”

Zim and dib have “special no fight days” where they hang out or whatever like 4 days out of the month, except summer where it’s 5, when those land on school days the skoolkids act like the raptures coming

Keef once dramatically professed his love for zim in front of everyone (flowers a huge ass speech etc) and zim promptly threw up and beat Keef up after school for embarrassing him. Keef though he was playing hard to get (he was not. There was no love involved whatsoever.)

Zim fucking loves earth pastries, he will postpone his “evil plans” if dib bribes him with a couple of cupcakes.

^ when zim, gaz and dib were at a state fair, zim entered a pie eating contest, he just wanted pie, but it was the worst thing dib and gaz ever witnessed, he ate 3 pies in 5 minutes. It looked like the dark harvest but with blueberry pies. Dib still can’t eat pie, but zim did win.

Zim actually likes girs soap waffles, he just eats them in moderation

Since doughnuts are rarities for the tallest, the first time zim had a doughnut was when letter M brought them in for his birthday, zim was confused, ate it, and promptly cried at how delicious it was, like full on nearly sobbing, (his classmates were like “BRO?” “Is you good??!!”)

Membrane once invited zim over for dinner, because “he’s such a polite young man! With his passion for science, he’s a wonderful influence for you dib!” And zim was well behaved, dib however…..

Gaz and zim once played cuphead together, after fighting over who got to be cuphead (gaz won) they played… two dumbasses with anger problems playing a rage game…. Membrane and dib curled into a corner and cried of fear

Zim can cook actually really well because his time on foodcourtia, he just does not like to. He once cooked for a schools bake sale and dib accused him of buying it.

Zim hacked into the membranes Netflix account, and for some reason it cannot be removed, like he hardwired it into the account.

Zim and gaz and GIR Play video games together, (Minecraft, Roblox, supersmash bros, Mario kart and animal crossing are their specialties) “GAZ DONT CONSPIRE WITH THE ENEMIES!!” “Shut the fuck up GIR just found diamonds and if we don’t get to him he’s gonna die and lose them in lava”

If you have any please reblog this with them PLEASEEEE!!! I wanna seeeeeee

[bifairywife]

DOMESTIC JAYSTEPH COOKING HEADCANONS

pleaseeee i'm so soft for domestic moments for couples [falls down on the floor sobbing]

they have assigned their own “cooking tasks” 

jason makes the meals and steph with dessert (they take turns with making snacks)

steph loves blasting music when they’re in the kitchen doing their thing

even though jason likes to focus on the task at hand, they’re both equally affectionate with each other (hip squeezes in between, cheek pecks, hugging the other from behind as they wait)

jason gifted steph a mug that has “i love you a waffle lot” written on it (”get it, awful lot. wait, oh no, you’re actually tearing up-”)

every time steph makes something that has frosting or the like, she lets jason taste test it (jason likes how considerate she is with making sure if he likes the sweetness levels enough)

crystal shared her chicken pot pie recipe to jason and alfred shared his sloppy joe recipe to stephanie (making home-y comfort foods is a love language <33)

as much as possible, jason packs steph her lunch for her classes (”babe please, vigilante work and college are hectic enough. let me do this for you.”)

steph inquired damian’s expertise on weapons to buy jason a quality kitchen knife set (it lowkey made damian interested in taking up cooking himself)

they share each other’s appliances (steph’s waffle maker, jason’s french coffee press and toaster)

they brought an air fryer together <33

as much as they can, they always find the time to eat together (especially dinners for fridays and weekends)

[bewby]

i just thought too much about things and now i'm sad and going insane and my head is explodinf and i feel like dying and i hope i get killed soon

[tommybaholland]

what they say when waking up with their s/o

featuring: yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, toge inumaki, satoru gojo and kento nanami 

these guys remain the reigning top 5 in the popularity poll that i conducted last month...and i’m not complaining honestly. enjoy!

itadori enjoys sleeping in with you but tries to be the first one awake to savor those first few moments of the day with you. he cherishes the mornings as it’s a state that only he gets to see you in and he feels so lucky that you trust him enough to allow it. he likes to snuggle up close and feel your radiating warmth, spooning you as he places featherlight kisses against your neck up to your cheek. he could stay like that for the entire day if you’d let him but you have to be careful otherwise he gets a little too...comfortable. the first things he says are technically little whispers to rouse you awake. he wakes you up just enough so that you’re coherent but still half-asleep so he can have his chance to clearly ask, “babe? can you make me some waffles, pleaseeee? mwah. i love you.”

megumi is a grumpy bug in the morning, more so than he is normally. it took him a while to even let you share a bed with him and a little more adjusting to another person sharing his very personal space. he really didn’t think he was going to enjoy having you in his bed as much as he does now but of course, he wouldn’t outrightly admit it. however, you’ve become very well-versed in gumi psychology and know how to get him to say what you want to hear, aka his true feelings. all you have to do is withhold some love and give him about a third of the attention you normally do for him to crack. you really get him when you go to bed late or playfully say you’re going to sleep on the couch. he’ll drag you right to bed after that one only for him to grumble the next morning, “move closer, you’re taking up too much of the blanket.”

inumaki doesn’t say much, obviously, but that doesn’t mean he won’t do anything about it. you both give each other a run for your money on who sleeps the longest. occasionally he’ll wake up first but getting out of bed is another story. he sits on his phone for at least an hour going through instagram and watching some tiktoks. eventually, he’ll get bored of that and consider going back to sleep until he looks down at you, deciding to have a little fun. he’ll start out with wholesome actions, his fingertips softly running up and down your bare arm and counting the freckles and marks on it. then he gets more playful and will pinch your cheek, then your lips, then your nose to annoy you. at this point you’re half awake and turning away from him, only for him to blow in your exposed ear. you blindly wave him away, getting about five seconds of peace before he gives you a wet willy <3. 

gojo is an absolute nuisance when it comes to waking up and getting out of bed, it’s basically his way or the highway. he’ll either never want to get out of bed and will want you to make him coffee or he’ll get up obnoxiously early and make you do it with him. the ironic part is, you’re more the morning person between you two but if there’s any reason he needs to be up early and you have the chance to sleep in, you’re suffering with him. he can be merciful at times and will let you sleep in when you’re really tired, only because you’re really cute when you’re asleep. of course, you don’t like to sleep the whole day away and will instruct him to wake you up at a certain time. this is where he takes his chance to gently rouse you, “hey, sweetie pie. hope you had a good rest. you look so beautiful right now. anyway, it’s 3pm.”

nanami enjoys being up early even when he has time off and encourages you to wake up with him. the mornings you can spend together are sacred and there’s almost nothing better. it’s nothing special but that’s how he likes his life to be and it’s even better when he can share simple pleasures like that with his one true love. sometimes he wishes that the mornings could last forever, the world would be still and quiet for just a little bit longer. he’s basically your alarm clock as he always sets his alarm or it’s possible that he just naturally wakes up at the same time. once he’s up, he always starts his morning ritual by stretching in bed before turning to you, “good morning, lovely. welcome to another day. come on, let me see those pretty eyes.”

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[rosenallies]

can we have some more fluff on the rosejan kid fic pleaseeee? whatever you feel like writing

Thank u for sending this! 💗 christmas in July teas

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“Mommy! Mama!” Juniper cried, launching herself on the bed, “it’s Christmas! Wake up! Wake up!”

The four year old’s shrill excitement startled both of them from their sleep.

“Wake up, wake up!” She yelled, her eyes gleaming with excitement, “Santa came!”

Jan smiled, scooping the little girl up in her arms and tickling her, Rosé watching with love in her heart. “Let’s go downstairs and see, shall we?”

Juniper leaped from her mother’s arms and ran downstairs, her plaid nightgown that matched both her mothers’ flowing behind her.

The little girl ran to the living room, nearly diving into a pile of gifts that was taller than she.

“Hold on, June bug, let Mama make coffee,” Jan warned before she started tearing open the Frozen themed wrapping paper.

“Hurry up, Mama!” Juniper begged, bouncing happily on the floor.

Rosé appeared in the doorway, carrying two cups of steaming coffee, handing one off to Jan. “Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

“Yay! Can I start? Please?!”

Jan, who already had her camera loaded, gave her the green light. “Go ahead, baby.”

Juniper opened gifts for an hour, each gift as exciting as the last, Rosé and Jan eyeing each other knowingly and mentally fist bumping each other after each excited reaction.

Once her gifts were opened and the cinnamon waffles were made and eaten, Juniper laid on the couch across her moms’ laps falling asleep to Frosty the Snowman while Jan stroked her hair.

Rosé tried to focus on the movie that played on the screen, the familiar tunes becoming background noise for her thoughts. Thoughts of multiple pairs of feet running into their room on Christmas morning, multiple sets of gloves and scarves on the hook near the laundry room and twice as many gifts and smiles.

“Let’s have another one,” Rosé said quietly as to not wake their daughter.

Jan looked up at her. “Really? You want to have another one?”

Rosé nodded. “Yeah, I do. I really do. And I want to carry.”

“You do?” Jan looked surprised, thinking she’d scared off Rosé ever wanting to carry with the rough pregnancy she’d had with Juni.

“Yeah, if I’m able to. I want to.”

Tears in her eyes, Jan nodded. “Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jan confirmed.

Rosé leaned in to kiss her, Jan happily reciprocating, her lips warm and tasting of cinnamon.

“I can’t wait to grow our family,” Jan said softly against her lips.

[wondershawns]

2 with Raul and a birthday au pleaseeee

A/N: Happy birthday love! I hope you’ll like this <3 The prompt was “I’ve learned that you telling me to “shut up,” is really just you saying “stop making me blush.”

 Word count: 643

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“Good morning birthday girl,” Raul hovered above you, his forearms on either side of your head.

“Hi,” You mumbled sleepily, your lips stretching into a smile when he bent down to kiss you.

“Happy birthday,” He let himself down onto his side next to you, an arm draped over your body. “I hope you’re ready for a busy day,”

“Thanks love,” You nuzzled your cheek in your pillow to look at him. “But how busy are we talking?” You hoped he didn’t plan too much. You had worked all week, you were lucky your birthday was on a Saturday, and you really needed the rest.

“Super busy,” He grinned. “First, you’re gonna stay in bed for as long as you want while I make you breakfast. We can have breakfast in bed, then we’re going to cuddle some more, we can go order from that café you like for lunch, spend the afternoon doing anything you want, and we’re going out for dinner.” He recited what he had planned.

“Mmh, you know me too well,” You moved away from him and stretched like a cat, extending your arms over your head. You had a second of hesitation when he said the day would be busy, but he knew you well enough to have planned exactly what you wanted. “What are we having for breakfast?”

“Waffles, maple syrup and tons of freshly cut fruit,” He sat up, making sure the covers stayed down and the cold air never reached you. “Unless you want something else,”

“No, that’s perfect,” You shook your head, happily resting back on your pillow while he got up. “Thank you bubs,”

“Anything for you,” He cheesily replied before kissing your forehead and exiting the room.

           You sighed happily and grabbed your phone from the nightstand, connecting to the bedroom speakers and starting one of your favorite playlists. Raul had a sound system that allowed you to connect to every room individually or to play through the whole place. It was one of your favorite things when you first moved in.

           Staying in bed was nice, however now that Raul was gone it was only half as fun. You were too awake to sleep more, so you decided to join him in the kitchen and get a few more hugs and kisses.

“Up already?” Raul smiled when he saw you, in nothing but his white t-shirt. “Or are you just wearing this so that I drag you back to bed?”  His tongue poked out to wet his lips.

“You’re going to burn the waffles,”

“I’ll turn everything off,” He simply shrugged. “I’d rather turn you on,” The stupid line left his mouth and you rolled your eyes, biting back a smile.

“Shut up,”

“I’ve learned that you telling me to “shut up,” is really just you saying “stop making me blush.”” He chuckled, pouring batter in the waffle maker. It sizzled, and the smell of vanilla reached your nostrils.

“Mmh, whatever. That smells delicious,” You hopped on the counter where it was clean, and luckily for you it was right next to the bowl of fruit Raul just cut. You popped a raspberry into your mouth and smiled. “You should do that more often,”

“I cook for you all the time,” He rolled his eyes playfully, knowing you didn’t mean it like that.

“But waking up to the smell of waffles is the best thing ever, neither of us ever cooks breakfast,”

“You’re right,” He hummed as he opened the waffle maker and checked to see if they were done. “We need to make it a regular thing,”

“Waffles every weekend for life,” You nodded enthusiastically, and Raul laughed in response.

  ��        He came to stand in front of you, taking your left hand in his and lifting it to kiss the ring he had just secured on your finger.

“For life.”

[jareauwalker]

Can we have more headcanons about Esme and her parents pLEASEEEE. I’ve thought about this subject WAY too much

omg yes!! okay i’m still waffling with a lot of these, but these are sort of some basic ones i’ve thought of:

- Esme’s parents are named Nick and Jordan Salinger (also if anyone cares I headcanon their face claims as Jane Seymour and Martin Freeman, who I realize is young but i’ll get to that in a sec)

- The Salingers are very new money which sort of makes them outcasts amongst the VFD families, and is also what fuels Jordan’s obsession with knowing what is/being “in”

- When she was young Esme never really played with other children, because Jordan didn’t want to risk her daughter being seen with someone who was “below their station”. Most of Esme’s socialization in her formative years came from her mother and her mother’s equally materialistic friends

- Esme inherits A LOT of Jordan’s personality, and as a result of being so similar whenever they fight it’s super explosive and often results in one or more things being thrown, and at least one of them storming out of the house (on more than one occasion after a fight, Esme would tell her father that she hoped her mother didn’t ever come back)

- Nick Salinger is often forced to play the peacemaker between his young daughter and his wife, without upsetting them even more (a damn near impossible task). Like this man should’ve genuinely considered trying to get a job at the UN, because those negotiations may have been easier

- Nick dies in a skiing accident when Esme is ten. Both she and her mother resent him for leaving each alone with the other. 

- After Nick’s death Jordan married six more men, two of whom died under suspicious circumstances 

- idk where this one fits in, but at some point, i’m going to say when she was around thirteen?? Esme killed one of the maids’ cat because it wouldn’t stop meowing in the night. When said maid came to Jordan to tell her what happened Jordan fired her, and to this day Esme doesn’t know that her mom ever knew about the cat thing

- Unlike most VFD parents, Jordan was actually alive well into Esme’s adulthood, and only passed around a year or two before the events of The Ersatz Elevator

anyways, PLEASE tell me what you think, and like feel free to send me any criticisms and any of your own headcanons bc i love hearing them!!  

[onlyjihoons]

diamond in the rough; p.j.h

request: anon asked:  hello! can i please have a bestfriends to lovers imagine? angst but a happy ending hehe// wait! about my bestfriends to lovers request, i think i forgot to add the member hehe jihoon pleaseeee thanks again! have a nice day xx

a/n; i combined your request with an idea of mine, i hope you dont mind^^ special thanks to dain(@pinksausageduo) and tina(@whatabrightplace) for helping me out,, not forgetting allison(@pwjins), sarah(@day6euphoria), xuan(@hwinkinghwi)and rissa(@hwangminn)! y’all might not have helped much but it meant the world to me and rescued me from the ditch,, i love you guys

and im sorry iris @101mess i didnt manage to do up 10 fics:’)

starting line:  “Don’t touch me.”

synopsis:  you never believed in falling for your best friend, until one confesses, in the most shocking way possible

warnings: uhh mild language sliiight steam and nothing else everything’s at pg dw

genre: mafia!jihoon,, angst and fluff

length: | a paragraph | drabble length | a short story | your average essay of less than 10,000 words | a fic too long but too short for a part 2|

masterlist//requests are open

"Hey babe," Jihoon slings his arm around your shoulder, "I heard the first class is Economics, and we have it together,"

You shrugged Jihoon's arm away, walking a few steps ahead of him, "Stop calling me babe, its annoying, and your stupid winkies would haunt me for it too." Jihoon. Your best friend since the 3rd year of middle school, your wingman, your #1 supporter. You were there with him since his awkward emo stage, and now that he became an extremely handsome individual. The friendship didn't change despite Jihoon looking better, but he has a hoard of girls, who named themselves winkies, chasing after him at his every whim. You didn't care much about them, since theyre chasing after false hope. But you were indeed afraid of them, you saw how they bullied a girl Jihoon helped out on her first day of school, and they only stopped when Jihoon intervened. Now, not that Jihoon was a fuckboy or anything, although the ambience he carries says otherwise. A true tsundere, Jihoon is more than he seems below his looks. Sometimes however, he could be cold on the outside, warm on the inside, and the opposite on some days. Knowing Jihoon's personality fairly well, you never phantomed that your best friend would fall for you. Jihoon had his fair share of pretty friends, and you just looked like someone to complement him in pictures. You did develop a crush on Jihoon during the first year you met him, but your hopes to only be crushed when Jihoon started gushing over the prettiest girl in the cohort. They did become an item eventually, but young Jihoon's heart to be broken only a week after finding out his girlfriend lost interest in him. He turned to you, his best friend, which resulted in movie night, accompanied by lots of ice cream. As the both of you grew, Jihoon's heart grew bigger for you as well. He seemed to realise that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and not just visual beauty. You, his best friend, was there with him through thick and thin, better or worse. He slowly started to grow fond of the two dimples that adorned you when you smiled, and how attractive you were when you were extremely focused on a task. If anyone were to glance at Jihoon staring at you, the entire galaxy could be seen in his brown orbs, bursting with affection. What a pity, you couldn't see it.

And what you didn’t know, was Jihoon’s involvement with the 101 mafia.

The 101 mafia was notorious for money laundering, and gang fights. The neighbourhood you lived in was the 101’s turf, any other rival gang that went up against them will end up in shambles, and a free trip to the hospital.

You knew of the 101, but you didn’t really involve yourself in those matters(what an irony though, jihoon was your best friend) as your GPA was much more important than finding a boyfriend or getting into fights.

In school, Jihoon was the stellar student, straight As, cocoa hair in a neat but slightly dishivelled fashion, uniform neatly ironed. However, during his “duties”, school jihoon would be thrown in the gutter, the boy would sport a black leather jacket, milky white forehead exposed below his gelled up fringe. Having a black belt in taekwondo, Jihoon was one of 101’s most valuable assets.

Hence, many girls have their eyes on Mr. Sweet but Strong guy, including one of the leaders of the  Fantagio mafia, Choi Yoojung.

Jihoon used to be part of the Fantagio mafia, until the mafia disbanded for a short while. They wanted Jihoon back, but he was in a much stronger mafia than their own. Yoojung was friends with Jihoon during his time in Fantagio, and inevitably caught feelings for the doe-eyed mafia member. 

Alas, she couldn’t confess to him as Jihoon left Fantagio sooner than she expected, and the underlying feelings never left. She had made a point and a swear to herself that she would do anything to let Jihoon be single, even if it means to harm the people closest to him. 

During economics class, Jihoon kept throwing playful winks at your direction, messing with both your mind and heart. You were used to it though, but Jihoon was exceptionally flirtatious today. You rolled your eyes at him, gesturing your finger to his textbook, mouthing "pay attention".

Jihoon did quite the opposite, dragging his table and chair beside you, then settling himself down with a plop.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, seeing a few classmates turning their head at the commotion.

"Shifting my seat to a more comfortable position," Jihoon shrugged, "It's really hot there, I don't like it."

"It's literally minus thirty degrees outside, Jihoon," You tried to direct your attention back to the economics textbook ,"stand outside if you want."

"Miss Y/N and Mr Jihoon, are you done?" Your economics teacher warned, tapping her book on the teachers' desk, "Leave your sweet talk outside of the classroom, not during my class."

You already feel a couple of glares directed at you, not because of your talking, but because of your interaction with Jihoon. There were quite a few winkies in your economics class, and they are constantly vying for the seat beside Jihoon. However, Jihoon being himself, he would always shift to the seat beside you, as the girls' faces would turn into a scowl. Today was no different, but worse when the teacher openly lectured both you and Jihoon as a pair. 

You lowered your head in embarrassment, not wanting to face the wrath of Jihoon’s stupid winkies after class. Before you could shift your seat, a slip of paper was pressed underneath your textbook.

Don’t be too upset, hmm? I can’t bear to see my best friend like this:( I’ll wait for you in the music room during recess with waffles. And strawberry milk. 

-JH

Your heart warmed at the message, your mood instantly lifted as you listened attentively for the rest of class.

“Dont stop me,” Yoojung seethed, as she pried Mark’s hand away from her shoulders.

“Hey, it’s not right to hurt someone because of your crush on Jihoon,” Mark reasoned, standing in front of her, “and what’s worse, she’s his best friend. Can you imagine how much he’s gonna hate you for hurting her? That’s just not putting the situation in your favour.”

“Do I look like I care?” Yoojung folded her arms, “I have been practically been with Jihoon since he was like fourteen and I know him better than she does.”

“Actually, she has known him since middle—“

“Ok, whatever.” Yoojung rolled her eyes, pushing the frail 127 mafia member out of her way, “I do what I want.”

Jihoon was a man of his words indeed, the boy was seated at the piano seat, two brown paper bags and two bottles of strawberry milk perched atop of the grand piano. Though, he wasn’t playing the piano. He was busy tapping on his mobile phone, presumably some mobile game he was involved in.

You creeped up to Jihoon, then thrusting your hands on his shoulders. The boy let out a yelp, nearly dropping his phone. When he saw that it was you, he placed his palm over his chest, scrunching his nose.

“You scared me,” Jihoon huffed, palm still clutching on his chest, “I thought you were one of the winkies or something.”

You shrugged, taking one of the paper bags and sitting beside Jihoon, “What game were you playing just now? You seemed engrossed.”

Jihoon’s eyes shifted, as he cleared his throat, “Uhh, Mobile Legends.”

“Really?” You quirked your eyebrows, reaching for his phone, “Teach me how to play, I wanna be a cool gamer dude like you too.”

Before you could touch his phone, Jihoon snatched his phone back, raising it up above his head. You frowned, as Jihoon stuck his tongue out.

“What’s wrong with trying to learn how to play games?” You pouted, “I don’t get why you’re so defensive.”

“N—no, it’s just...”

“Hmm?”

“I—“

You pulled Jihoon’s hand down towards you, as you snatched his phone back in victory, your back facing against him as you tried to unlock his phone.

“Yah! Give it back to me!” Jihoon tried to get his phone back, as you finally managed to unlock his phone.

His password? Your birthday.

What surprised you even more was his homescreen, it was a picture of the both of you, during middle school graduation.

“How cute, tsundere Jihoon having our picture as his wallpaper?” You cooed, “We were even so uncool back then.”

“Now you have seen it,” Jihoon tried to grip his phone, “give it back to me.”

“Why?” You teased, “Do you have a girlfriend that I don’t know about?”

“Actually,” Jihoon’s face inched closer to yours, making your heart accelerate at a very fast pace, “I’ve been thinking about this for a really long time, and its also the reason I asked you to come here for.”

“W—what is it?” You stuttered, not used to the proximity of your bodies.

“Y/N, I—“Before Jihoon could complete his sentence, the incessant vibrating of his mobile phone interrupted him, making him curse under his breath as he picked up the call.

“Hello—What?!” Jihoon furrowed his brows, then scrunching up his hair in frustration, “Ok. Make sure you keep a lookout for me.”

With that, he hung up the phone, and looked into your eyes, “Look, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I have to leave now. Something urgent cropped up, and I have to be there.” 

You bit your lip, as you forced out a smile, “It’s fine. Just go.”

Jihoon squeezed your hand, as he left you alone in the music room, two waffles and strawberry milk untouched.

“Hey,” you hear someone call out to you, as you pulled out your earphones. It was the president of the winkies, Yoojin.

You stared at her blankly, as she scoffs, “You really don’t know where to draw the line, don’t you?”

You frowned, not understanding anything she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yoojin.”

“It’s Jihoon that I’m talking about,” She folded her arms, “Stop being so close to him.”

“What?”

You couldn’t believe your ears, are the winkies really coming at you for something so petty?

“Can’t you see? The oh-so-tough 101 mafia member is so smitten for you, his world revolves around you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, looks like his bestest friend doesn’t know,” Yoojin snickered, along with her other winkies, “Yes, your Jihoon is part of the 101 mafia. A prized one in fact. He doesn’t have a black belt in taekwondo for nothing.”

You were currently in disbelief, thinking that the winkies would do anything in their way to break the both of you up. You knew Jihoon was rumoured to be in the mafia, but he was too good of a student to be part of it. Besides, you were his best friend. He would tell you everything, right?

“I can show you his picture if you want—“ Yoojin’s phone went flying across the floor, glass fragments littering the concrete floor of the classroom.

“I can’t believe you stooped this low to get Jihoon,” Yoojung shook her head as she stepped on Yoojin’s brand new iPhone X, “even a baby wouldn’t believe your words.”

“Choi Yoojung!” She screamed, but no one showed sympathy to her as she picked up her now shattered phone, “Look what you’ve done!”

“What I have done?” Yoojung laughed, “Stopping another uncultured swine from spreading rumours, no?”

The whole class burst into whispers, as Yoojung pulled you by your wrist out of the classroom.

“Look, I don’t normally do this but, I’m sorry.” Yoojung bowed, as she gave you a cup of water.

“What for?” You were puzzled, immediately helping Yoojung up.

“I wanted to harm you...” Yoojung’s head hung low, “and I really shouldn’t because of a stupid crush.”

“Harm me for what?” You laughed, hugging an almost crying Yoojung.

“I wanted to harm you for getting close to my crush, you are really too nice.” Yoojung sniffed.

“Ok, tell me who’s your crush, I’ll help you.” You smiled, as Yoojung shook her head.

“It’s Jihoon,” Your face momentararily stiffens, “and I guess its time to get over him as well.”

“H-hey,” You stuttered, “I can help you, he’s my best friend.”

“No, I can’t.” Yoojung shook her head, “Jihoon has someone else in mind already.”

You slouched, patting Yoojung’s back, “I’m so sorry to hear that, Yoojung.”

“and he has his 101 stuff to handle too, I feel bad to add on to his work load...”

“Wait, 101?” You frowned, “as in the 101 mafia?”

“Jihoon is in the— oh you’re not supposed to know.” Yoojung scratched her head, then standing up, “I’m sorry and thank you.”

“No, Yoojung, wait!” You tugged on her jacket, “what am I not supposed to know?”

“N—nothing.” Yoojung tried to wriggle out of your grasp, but can’t under your iron grip.

“If you’re really sorry, then tell me about it.” 

Yoojung sighed, “Alright, fine. Jihoon is in the 101 mafia, and I’m not joking. He really is in the mafia and is one of the most valued members because of his ability to do well both in school and work.”

Yoojung saw your doubtful eyes, as she whipped out her phone and showed you a picture of the 101 mafia, “Here’s Jihoon,” she zoomed into one of the members in the centre, seated right beside a silver haired man, “he looks different, doesn’t he?”

Jihoon indeed looked different, a boyish smirk stitched on his handsome features, hair all gelled up and a black leather jacket that had “101” imprinted on the left breast pocket. You couldn’t believe it, as his best friend, you had asked him many times about him and the 101. Of course, Jihoon denied it and waved it off with a charming smile, making you forget all about it.“He was in Fantagio before he joined 101,” 

Yoojung sighed as she locked her phone, “And I guess that was when I started developing a crush on him.”

The both of you shared a moment of silence, as Yoojung stood up again, “I know this is a little too much for you to take in, but just so you know, I’m always active on Kakao, so just text me whenever.”

You and Yoojung were more than acquaintances, but little less than friends. You didn’t really know the petite girl well before, but now, you were guessing that you have earned yourself a new friend.

30 minutes earlier

“Jihoon,” Mark gasped over the phone, “Yoojung is going to do something to Y/N.”

“Hello—What?!” Jihoon furrowed his brows, then scrunching up his hair in frustration, “Ok. Make sure you keep a lookout for me.”

Mark sighed, as he slumped into the abandoned desk chair, right outside the music room.

A angry Yoojung carrying a bottle of 500ml Hershey’s chocolate sauce was seen stomping to Jihoon’s class, as she wanted to take revenge on Y/N by pouring the gooey sauce on the girl’s chair. A horrid prank, one would say, but this was no feat to the Fantagio mafia member.

“Yoojung!” She heard someone call out to her, as she froze, and quickly hid the bottle in her uniform jacket.

“Where are you going?” the voice belonged to her crush, Jihoon, who had his hands nonchantly tucked into the pant pockets.

“I was just, going to the toilet,” Yoojung lied, preparing to run off anytime soon.

“But the toilet is the other way, isn’t it?” Jihoon pointed to the opposite direction where Yoojung was headed. She cursed in her head, knowing she was going to get found out.

“So, what were you doing with a bottle of chocolate syrup?” Jihoon pointed at the awkward bulge in her uniform jacket.

She bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

“Are you going to mess up Y/N’s stuff with it?” Jihoon raised his eyebrows.

“Jihoon reading everyone’s mind like a fortune teller, as expected,” Yoojung laughed humourlessly, “Yes, I wanted to mess up Y/N’s seat with it. Why? Are you mad?”

“No, I’m not.” Jihoon shook his head, “I’m just disappointed that my friend would sabotage someone I like through something childish.”

Yoojung hung her mouth open in shock, seeing a different side of Jihoon, where did the 101 Jihoon go? 

“I thought at least you could help me a little with this crush thing, because you have been in a relationship before,” Jihoon explained, then smiled grimly, “and also because I want you to get over me. It’s not worth it, Yoojung, imagine if your boss finds out you’re dating someone from the 101, you’ll be in trouble, you know that?” 

Yoojung hung her head low, sighing, Jihoon was always right, and doing something childish over her jealousy was just really immature.

“Then what about Y/N?” She shot back, “She’s not even involved in anything, what if the rival mafias find out about her? What will you do? Will you protect her?”

“Yes, I will protect her.” Jihoon refuted, “I have even told Daniel about it already. At least she is just someone I like, my best friend, trying to get good grades like how normal teenagers do. But Yoojung, I’m sorry but I only see you as a good friend. Someone I can turn to despite not being from Fantagio anymore.”

Yoojung was now stunned, Jihoon was no longer the immature fourteen year old she met in Fantagio, picking fights at every disagreement. Now, Jihoon has the ability to talk people through reasoning, heck, his face was not helping at all.

“Well then, what do you want me to do?” Yoojung folded her arms.

“Just, don’t try to harm Y/N anymore, and never let her know about my involvement in the 101. Promise?” Jihoon held out his pinky finger.

Yoojung smiled, “We’re still at it now?”

Jihoon nodded, still holding out his finger.

“Promise.” 

Just as you thought your day was going well, Jihoon ditching you, the encounter with the winkies and Jihoon’s involvement with the 101 made it all worse. Thank goodness you didn’t have any other classes with Jihoon for the rest of the day, at least, that would give you a good reason to avoid him.

Or so you thought.

Right after your last lesson, you spotted Jihoon waiting right outside your class, tapping his foot to an unknown beat. 

You rolled your eyes, as you walked past him as if he was invisible. You soon heard footsteps chasing after you, your first instinct was to run.

It wasn’t long until Jihoon caught up with you, as he pulled on your backpack.“Why are you running away from me?” Jihoon panted, “It has been long since I ran after a girl, you know.”

“I don’t think I’m worth running after,” You replied grimly.

Jihoon’s face immediately fell, then placed both of his hands on your shoulders, “Hey, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything right?”

“But you don’t tell me anything,” You felt tears stinging your eyes, “How long were you going to keep from me that you’re from the 101?”

Jihoon kept silent, shaking his head, “No, Y/N—“

You shrugged his hands away, “Why did you deny something that I will find out eventually? Calling yourself my best friend, I don’t think you’re doing a good job at that.”

You then walked off, tears streaming down your face.

“Hey, you’re crying as if your boyfriend cheated on you,” Yeri peeled open the 5th triangle kimbap, handing it to you, “it’s not that bad, Jihoon can protect you!”

“Protect me from what?” You sniffed, taking a huge bite, “his lies?”

“H-hey, he’s your best friend after all, calm down on the roasting, will you?” Yeri laughed nervously, then looking at her wrist watch, “Crap, I’m almost late for cram school. I’m sorry I can’t be with you till your tears dry up Y/N, but you owe me one for 5 triangle kimbaps and 7 bottles of banana milk.”

You sighed as you watch your best friend run off to the nearest bus stop outside the convinience store, slumping in your seat. Staring at the 4 kimbap wrappings and 6 empty bottles of banana milk, you sighed again. Why were you such a glutton when you were sad?

Even though it was only 5pm, the sky was pitch black, tiny stars dotting the sky. During the winter, it was common that the evenings would look like nights, darkening the path to home.You were glad that the estate you lived in had brightly lit lamp posts to guide your way home, but there were a few dodgy corners you had to get past in order to get home. Nonetheless, you never had any encounter with anybody you didn’t want to see.

Until today.

You walked the same route back home like you do everyday, safely passing by the most dodgy looking corners of the route. That night felt especially cold, sending shivers down your spine despite having 4 layers of clothing on.

While you passed the last corner, you let out a sigh of relief, thinking that you got through, until a hand covered your mouth and reeled you backwards.

Your first instinct was to scream, but the stranger’s big hands muffled most of your screams. You also tried to wriggle out of the stranger’s grasp, but they were too strong for you.

“You bitch,” You heard him mutter, “How dare you mess with my sister’s boyfriend!”

“I don’t even know your sister!” You panicked, slowly taking out your phone to dial for the police.

“You are such a liar, aren’t you?” He laughed menacingly, “Park Jihoon is Yoojin’s boyfriend, stop making him cheat on her!” 

You finally managed to escape from the man’s grasp, then breathing heavily, “Jihoon doesn’t even like Yoojin, she’s nothing but a delusional bitch who chases after false hope!”

“What did you say?” The man seethed, taking out a pocket knife, hands quivering in anger.

“I said, Yoojin is—“

Before you could complete your sentence, the man was beat to the ground, groaning in pain. Behind the man was Jihoon, not in school uniform but in his leather jacket. 

“Idiocy runs the family, eh?” Jihoon smirked, kicking the penknife away, “Like brother, like sister. Dumb and dumber.”

“You seem to be everywhere, Park Jihoon.” The man huffed, dusting himself as he got up.

“Didn’t your boss teach you not to screw up in others’ turfs?” Jihoon spat, “Yoohyun.”

Yoohyun sent a punch to Jihoon, which the latter skillfully avoided, and twisted the older boy’s arm and flung him to the ground. You gasped at the sight, not used to seeing this side of your best friend.

“Y/N!” Jihoon hugged your weak frame, “Are you alright?”

“I’m f—fine—Behind you!” You pulled Jihoon towards you, behind him was a charging Yoohyun, penknife in hand.

Jihoon dodged the penknife, but too close a proximity that the blade slightly grazed the young boy’s cheeks, leaving a cut. He ignored it, as the continued throwing kicks and punches to the older boy. You could only watch in sheer shock and fear, not knowing what Yoohyun would do next.

After a few punches and kicks, Yoohyun was beat to a pulp, purple bruises on his arms, legs and face. He cowardly limped away from the both of you, muttering a string of curse words under his breath.

You examined Jihoon carefully, the bloody red cut screaming contrast to his milky white skin, red bruise forming at the corner of his plump lips, brown hair moist and dishevelled, eyes still showing signs of rage. You shook your head, as you dragged him by his wrist, back to your home.

“Where are you bringing me to?” Jihoon asked, enjoying you holding his wrist too much.

“To treat your stupid wounds, you gangster.” You rolled your eyes, reaching your doorstep in a matter of minutes.

You were thankful that your parents were working overtime for today, or they would question why you brought a beaten-up Jihoon home. You lazily jiggled the key into the keyhole, then kicking off your school shoes to a corner. Jihoon followed suit, taking off his jacket and putting it neatly on the clothesrack next to the door.

“You can eat whatever,” You waved to the kitchen, “there is cold water in the fridge too, if it helps.”

As Jihoon watched your figure disappear into your room, he groaned as he got up from the sofa, shuffling to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water. He gulped down the water quickly, letting out a gasp of satisfaction after finishing the bottle.

“I didn’t know you could fight,” You broke the silence in the house, “you do fight well.”

Jihoon turned around, to be met with your petite figure drowned in a oversized pink and white stripped shirt, hair tied up in a messy bun, complete with a pair of white bunny slippers on your feet. He choked on his saliva, as you frantically ran over to him to pat his back to soothe the cough.

“Do you want me to change? You seem...shocked, as if you have never seen me before.” You stifiled your laughter, patting his back.

“N—no, you’re fine. You look cute.” Jihoon unknowingly spat out, blush reaching his cheeks after realising what he just said.

You shrugged, retriving the first aid kit from the bottom drawers of the island, plopping yourself on the sofa, patting the seat next to you. Jihoon obediently sat there, as you swung your legs on the sofa, resting it above Jihoon’s legs.

“You know, I can’t be with you forever to treat your wounds,” You nagged as you dabbed some disinfectant cream on the cut, “I’m not your maid, you know.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And you can’t be always fighting,” You frowned as you dabbed some saline solution, “fighting is bad.”

The both of you then sat in comfortable silence, Jihoon occasionally wincing in pain as the disinfectant came in contact with his wound. You were too engrossed in trying to treat Jihoon that you didn’t notice that your face was dangerously close to his, close enough for Jihoon to lightly place a peck on your lips.

Jihoon’s heart was beating wildly, even though his brain told him otherwise. He was conflicted wheter to confess to you or to kiss you, he was afraid that either would end badly.

“Screw this,” Jihoon huffed, grabbing your wrist, closing in the gap between your lips.You were surprised, but slowly got used to it as he moved his lips with a little more force, moulding against yours. You gasped as his teeth tugged slightly on your lower lip, you could feel him smirk against your lips.i need holy water The both of you eventually pulled away after a good 20 seconds, gasping for air. 

Jihoon pecked your lips softly one more time, brown eyes looking straight into yours, “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell and trust you with my secret, I just didn’t want you to view me differently after I told you about it. I wanted to confess to you earlier on but I was interrupted, so, uh...” 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jihoon looked at you with hopeful eyes, gleaming under the ceiling light.

You hugged your now-boyfriend as you nodded, “Of course I would be your girlfriend, you idiot.” 

[robbinsarizonas]

Recovery

An anon sent me a message that said ‘Omg please use your amazing writing skills to create a long fluffy fic about what happens when Owen takes Amelia home. Them eating together and him helping her into bed and fixing her bandage pleaseeee.’ first thing, thankyou so much anon, this made me smile a lot <3 I don’t think I have a amazing fic writing skills, but thankyou xD I hope you like it :)

They pulled up into the familiar driveway and it took a few seconds before either of them actually decided to move and get out of the car. Darkness surrounded them, even more so since the area around the house was pretty enclosed with trees. Amelia slowly stepped out of the car, planting her feet on the ground below and looking at her new surroundings. Even though she had been here in the time she had been away, she had never stayed for longer than a few minutes, or any longer than she had to. Now it was different. Now she was here to stay.

“Are you coming? It’s getting cold...” Owen said with a smile, waiting a few paces away from the door for his wife to follow. “Do you need any help...? uh, I can...” Owen thought out loud, hurrying over to where Amelia was still standing, she hadn’t even moved an inch.

“Owen, it’s okay.” She said, walking towards him and gesturing for him to move along when she caught up. “Now who’s holding us up.” She said with a small grin.

Owen unlocked the door and turned on the light, the light switch being literally on the very first wall you came across when entering the house. The lights sprung on all around the living room and Owen headed over to the couch, putting down Amelia’s bag which he had insisted on carrying before they had even left the hospital parking lot. Amelia didn’t move, she stood absolutely still in doorway, looking like she had just arrived on an alien planet, and she didn’t quite know how to proceed.

“Do you want to-you should sit down.” Owen said, moving the bag onto the floor so there was space for Amelia to sit on the couch and put her legs up if she wanted to.

Amelia didn’t say anything, but walked over to the couch and sat down. She sat right at the closest edge and lifted up her legs so she was sideways on, squishing herself back into the pillows and accidentally letting a yawn slip out. She was still so tired, yet practically all she had done in the hospital was sleep.

“Food.” Owen said, walking over to the entrance of the kitchen and stopping before going in. “What do you feel like?” He asked.

The fridge and all of their storage cupboards were absolutely filled up with everything Amelia liked to eat. He had spent so much money and bought so much more food than they probably ever needed, but none of that even mattered. Amelia was what mattered.

“What do we have?” Amelia asked. “You didn’t actually buy an entire grocery store and try to stuff it in our kitchen did you?” She hadn’t actually seen the state of the kitchen, so she really had no idea, but from how Owen was behaving, she had a feeling that maybe he had gone a little overboard.

Owen laughed, even recovering from brain surgery she still had that sense of humor. “Let me see.” He said, disappearing into the kitchen and coming out a few moments later with his arms full of choices.

“On your snack side, we have, potato chips, various flavours.” He said, trying to put everything down without actually dropping it. “M&Ms, Oreos, Cheetos - the hot kind, Pop tarts...” He said, pointing to various snack foods which were now laid out on their floor. “I’ve got..” He got up again, heading back into the kitchen and coming back with more choices. “Doughnuts, waffles, pancake mix...” He listed, putting the packages down with the others. “And we’ve got bacon, plenty of eggs, turkey, burgers and microwave fries in the fridge.” He stopped this time, taking a breath because that had been a lot.

“So you did buy a grocery store then.” Amelia joked, even though she was entirely grateful. “Scrambled egg?” She suggested. She wasn’t feeling anything huge, but if she started small she could always have more later, it wasn’t like they were in danger of running out.

“Scrambled egg coming right up.” Owen said, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

The scrambled egg didn’t take very long, Owen emerged out of the kitchen with a tray containing the plate with the egg, a knife, a fork and a spoon.

“Dinner is served.” He said, walking over to the couch before noticing Amelia was fast asleep.

He put the tray down on the floor next to her, and left the room so he didn’t disturb her. She could eat later, the food wasn’t going anywhere. He sat down on the edge of the big double bed he had only just started sleeping in again, because the couch was not exactly the best replacement bed in terms of comfort and getting a good night’s sleep. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The past couple of days had been crazy. He had barely allowed himself to feel anything, because he wasn’t sure how he would react if he did. Even though Amelia’s time in hospital had been pretty quick as far as recovery times went, and she had so far experienced no complications, his stress level had remained mountain level high.

“She’s okay.” He told himself, saying the words out loud, but so quietly no one else would have been able to hear. “She’s okay.” He repeated. “She’s home.”

About an hour later Owen began to hear movement coming from somewhere outside the bedroom. Since their house was pretty small, you could hear everything from everywhere, almost all the time. Getting up in the night for a bathroom run required tip-toe precision. He put down his book on the bedside table and got off of the bed, pulling the bedroom door open and walking towards the living room.

“Amelia?” He said before he had actually got there. There was question in his voice, but it wasn’t like it was going to be anyone else, they were the only two in the house.

He entered the living room to find the couch absolutely empty, and no Amelia in sight. Her tray was still on the floor, completely untouched, and one of the extra cushions for the couch had been moved onto a chair just opposite.

“Amelia?” He called, walking into the kitchen.

No Amelia in the kitchen.

“Amelia?” He called again, getting worried now. This was the third time, and no response.

A few seconds later Amelia appeared coming down the hallway.

“Bathroom.” Amelia said, going back over to the couch and sitting herself back down again, picking up her tray from the floor. “This looks great.” She said with a sleepy smile.

“Hopefully it tastes great too.” Owen said, calming himself down. “Do you need anything else?” He asked, sure the answer was going to be no, but he had to be sure.

“I’m fine, Owen.” Amelia said, picking up her fork and beginning to pick at her egg. “I’m okay.” She said, looking Owen right in the eyes, noticing he didn’t seem very convinced.

“Okay.” Owen nodded, putting his hands in his pockets and looking around. He wasn’t sure what to do next, he had spent so much of his energy on making sure the house was great for Amelia, and making sure she was okay, now things were calming down he felt a bit out of sorts.

“You can come sit down.” Amelia suggested. “It’s not like I’m contagious or anything.” She added, taking another mouthful of her egg.

Owen walked over to the couch and sat down, taking his hands out of his pockets and pushing himself up against the couch cushions. He had spent so much time alone in this house over the past few months, he had started to doubt he would ever be able to share it with the woman he loved again. He looked over at Amelia eating her eggs, and he couldn’t believe she had actually come home when he had asked her too, just like that.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Owen said, walking into their bathroom and stopping Amelia from what she was trying, and failing, to do by herself. “Let me.” He said, bending down so his legs where crouched and he was level with Amelia, who was sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and looking into a small round mirror on the counter above.

She let him without a fight, and he took hold of the bandage that was wrapped around Amelia’s head and slowly started to take it off.

“You don’t have to do everything for yourself.” He said, unwrapping as carefully as he could, noticing Amelia flinching and her fists becoming clenched. “2 more seconds.” He said, taking the bandage completely off and putting it down next to him before inspecting Amelia’s incision site. “It’s healing nicely.” He said, picking up the roll of bandage and starting to unroll a new piece.

“Good.” Amelia said, holding her hair back so it didn’t fall into the wrong place.

“There...” Owen started, wrapping a new piece of bandage around Amelia’s head as gently as he possibly could.

Amelia swallowed, putting a new one on was currently worse than taking the old one off, and that hadn’t been great for her. She clenched her fists tighter and closed her eyes. It was only going to take a second, and then it was going to be okay again. It was only going to take a second.

“We...” Owen continued, almost finished at this point. “Go.” He finished, letting go and standing up. The crouching had given him horrible leg cramps, he made a mental note never to do that again, even if it seemed like a good idea.

Amelia breathed out. It was done. It was over. It was okay now.

“Ready for bed?” Owen asked, because he certainly was, he hadn’t had a full night sleep in days.

“I think so.” Amelia agreed, standing up slowly and waiting for Owen to open the bathroom door, following him out once he had done so.

“I can take the couch.” Amelia said once they were back in the living room. She didn’t want to move too fast, just in case things got messed up again. They seemed to be moving forward, but Owen had been ready to leave her before finding out about the tumor, and she really didn’t blame him. Something like that, it takes a while to come back from.

“That’s not happening.” Owen point blank disagreed. There was no way he was going to let his recovering wife sleep on the couch, that was just not happening.

“It’s fine.” She said, not making eye contact when she glanced up at Owen.

“There’s enough room for both of us in that bed.” He said. He didn’t want things to stay broken between them. He really did want things to get better. This he figured, was the first step.

“Okay.” Amelia backed down. She was fine with sleeping in the bed, as long as he was. She still wasn’t sure she was okay with this whole ‘him taking care of her’ thing, but she was getting there, slowly.

When they reached the bedroom Owen opened the door and stood like some kind of usher, showing Amelia to her room at a fancy hotel, causing her to erupt into laughter.

“Thankyou.” She half curtsied, a smile spread right across her face as she walked over to the bed.

Owen pulled back the bed sheets and gently supported Amelia’s back as she got into bed, before going around to the other side and getting in himself.

“Light on, light off?” He asked, grabbing a remote they kept by the side of the bed to control the bedroom lights.

“Light off.” Amelia answered, making herself comfortable.

“Light off.” Owen repeated as he pressed the button to turn off the lights. “Goodnight.” He said quietly.

“Goodnight.” She said back, closing her eyes and trying to drift off again.